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popamolly · 2 months

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‘ INTERNAL REDEMPTION ’ LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR

summary. In the fiery depths, she captures the attention of Lucifer, who senses a unique purity in her soul. With his help, (Y/N) finds herself on the path to redemption and self-discovery with dangerous trouble along the way.

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE

warnings. lucifer morningstar x stripper!fem!reader, she/her pronouns, valentino exists, eventual smut, mention of death, biblical references, sex work, sexual themes, trauma, abuse, murder

author’s note. inspired by @punching-pentagrams and their amazing ongoing story “Love In as Hopeless Place”, it encouraged me to write my own fic about Lucifer. go check out their story, it is so good and deserves more love!

In the dimly lit, pulsating world of Club Elysium, where the air was thick with anticipation and desire, a mysterious aura surrounded a captivating figure on the stage. Under the flickering neon lights, you moved with a mesmerizing grace that defied the earthly realm. Dressed in glistening attire that caught the reflections of the vibrant hues around her, you became an ethereal presence, drawing the attention of every gaze in the room.

Your movements were a dance of contradictions – an alluring blend of sensuality and innocence. You twirled and swayed to the rhythm of the music, casting a spell upon the enchanted audience.

Unbeknownst to the patrons of Club Elysium, you were more than just an exotic dancer seeking to enthrall with her physical prowess. Your celestial grace, forgotten in the afterlife coil she now inhabited, manifested in the subtle elegance of her performance. As you moved, you felt a distant echo of a certain purpose, an inexplicable connection to something beyond the neon-lit stage.

In the hazy ambiance, Valentino, the enigmatic owner of Club Elysium, watched from the shadows, his eyes reflecting one of red burning lust, but it was more than just lust for you— no, it was something more— it was a thirst for power that had him grinning from ear to ear. Valentino knew that in this corner of Hell he owned everything, even you.

As the music reached its crescendo, your dance reached its zenith. The room held its breath, suspended in a moment where hell and celestial intertwined. You were always the ballerina in the jelwery box, the beautiful antique that Valentino had in his grasp to show off and praise. Though he may own you outside the building you made sure to show him through your dancing, that you were the one that owned the stage. He hated when you went off script or changed the choreography but you made sure to do it on purpose and on nights you knew he was watching you.

That was your little dose of rebellion, a little taste of freedom you could only wish to have. You were content with your situation though, it could’ve been worse. At least with Valentino you were paid, clothed, and feed with an overall decent place to live. Being one of his toys had its perks— you couldn’t complain. Especially when there were those who had it so much worse than you.

“You jus’ love angerin’ him, don’t you doll?” Your coworker, Angel Dust, asked as you entered the dressing room that you and the other dancers shared. The smell of makeup and cheap perfume filled your senses, calming you with the sense of familiarity, “Cause last I checked, that wasn’t what we rehearsed.”

“Well,” You chuckled as you sat on the couch, its fabric ripped and white stuffing nearly popping out the sides, “I just thought that my choreo was better, and by the sound of that crowd and the money on stage, it was.”

“Heh,” Angel couldn’t help but envy your confidence when it came to Valentino, who owned you both in more ways than one and yet you always found a way to yank on the chains without consequence. A part of Angel loathed you for it.

You could sense the mood shift in Angel, not that you cared but you weren’t exactly heartless either. With a sigh, you get up from the couch, ignoring your aching feet as you join Angel’s side, looking into the vanity mirror so you could touch up your makeup, “Trust me, if my act wasn’t purity and innocence it would be a different story. Lucky for me, bruises and marks on my body wouldn’t sell too well.”

“Yeah, count it on luck shortcake.” With that Angel left, pushing another girl out the way angrily while snatching the drink out her hand. You could only sigh, not intending on upsetting him more but as always, your intentions don’t matter when your words spoke otherwise. It had been so long since you had a decent human connection, you were just a bit rusty.

“My sweets,” The sudden sound of Valentino’s voice had the room go silent, the air becoming so thick you were sure you’d might suffocate in it, “Can I have the room please?”

With hushed scared whispers and nervous glances, you and the other girls make your way to the door. You had hoped you could sneak past him under the cover of the other women who all but rushed passed Valentino but his slender hand caught your forearm quick, gripping it with such force that you were slightly shocked by the pain he caused— it wasn’t like him to be rough with you, “Not you, darling. We have to have a chat, don’t we mio caro?”

You turn to look at him with a frown, “About what? My performance?”

“Oh I would love to talk about that little stunt you pulled but I need you for something a bit more important,” Valentino yanks you further into the room, locking the door behind him with his other hand before slinging you against the vanity, bottles of perfume falling over and onto the ground as the desk shakes violently. Your employer towers over you with ease making you shudder beneath his fiery gaze, “I need something done and I need it done right, I trust that you can accomplish this task, yes?”

What shit was he getting you into now? You were done with porn, you had paid a hefty price to alter your contract with him and you weren’t going to slip back into the void now, not when you were so far ahead, “I won’t be one of your pornstars, Val. We had a deal.”

Valentino laughs, his pointy fingernail dragging along your cheek while he licks his lips, “This isn’t about that principessa, this is a more delicate matter. Think you’re up for it?”

“I don’t have much of a choice do I?” You yank your head away from his hands, lowering your gaze into a slight glare.

“This is why I always liked you, dove. You learn quick.”

“If you were going to tell me to send in a whore Val, I wouldv’e just asked you to send Angel Dust!” Vox glitched with anger, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration as he turned around in his chair, his claw like hands gripping onto the table with such force that it left a mark, “What makes this slut is any different from him?!”

It was hard to bite back your tongue but you did, unwillingly submitting to your role as you stood before the V’s with your eyes to the ground, not daring to even look as confident at you usually were. Not because you were scared of them, no, you were scared of embarrassing Valentino. Your boss might have forgiven you for your countless stunts but when it came to matters of business with the V’s, you knew your place.

“Angel dust thinks he is on this path to redemption, let him stay in his delusion but until I can break him fully he will never be loyal to me. Not as loyal as (Y/N) here…” Valentino wraps his hand around your neck, forcing your head up to look at Vox— who for a split second was taken back by your beauty, “I have broken (Y/N) time and time again, she would do anything for me, isn’t that right (Y/N)?”

You closed your eyes, “Yes, Valentino.”

“Good.” Valentino pushes you toward Vox, making you stumble into him, forcing him to catch you in his arms, “Quite the vixen, she would surely catch the eyes of any overlord.”

“Even the King of Hell himself?” Vox tips your chin up with his index finger, looking into your eyes with a devilishly grin that makes you shiver.

“Asmodeus throws the biggest parties in the Pride Ring that is filled with all kinds of debauchery, especially for his birthday.” Valentino explains, leaning back in his chair as he crosses his right leg over the other, exhaling out a long drag of pink smoke, “Every one of importance will be there since it isn’t just a party but a show of status.”

“And..what? Your pretty toy is just supposed to waltz in there and get the attention of any overlord that wants to fuck her?” Velvette finally tears her gaze away from her phone, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Well it is an important party of one of Lucifer’s friends—”

“Which means he is bound to be there.” Vox grins, “Get close to the king and we get closer to controlling Hell.”

“And what makes you so sure he’ll entertain such..” Velvette looks at you with a roll of her eyes, “From what I hear Lucifer is loyal to Lilith, no one has seen him with another woman on his arm and it’s been 7 years, hashtag faithful.”

“Ah, well, 7 years is a long time to go without intimacy…I say the man is touch starved and would like some attention.” Valentino says, “Anyone can still get lonely, no matter how faithful.”

“I like the way you think Val,” Vox grips your chin as you grit your teeth. “And I think your little whore here will do just nicely.”

Before you know it was the day of Asmodeus’ birthday party. The V’s gave you the run down of the plan and how you were supposed to get close to the King of Hell himself— who you haven’t even seen in person for as long as you been hell. Which was a few years by now. You were a simple lowlife, you kept to yourself and tried to survive, only to end up within his grasp. Was he as cruel as people say? ‘What sort of question is that? Of course he was! He was the King of fucking Hell, which last time you checked, wasn’t given to just anyone.’

Of all the people, of everyone in Hell, it just has to be you. Because of your cursed deal with Val, you were stuck in a continuous limbo that you couldn’t escape from. Damn you and your loyalty, damn it all if it will end up with you dead ( again ) on the steps of Lucifer’s palace. This wasn’t fair— but then again, when has your situation ever been fair?

“Oh, you look just like a doll.” Valentino ruffled with the fake angel wings that adorned your back, fixing and prodding with whatever to make you more presentable, “Like an angel. Hell, upon just a glance mio caro you might have been able to get away with actually being one.”

And as you glance at your reflection in the mirror you felt a sudden sharp pain in the center of your forehead. Only fragments of memories came flooding your mind like a crashing wave. It was all so blurry but the word Angel held some sort of weight on you but you couldn’t place exactly what.

You held onto your head, trying to steady your breathing and relaxing your nerves as Valentino continues to add the finishing touches to your look.

“Get it together, dove.” Valentino meets your gaze in the reflection, “I hope you won’t disappoint me.”

“No..” The pain in your head quickly fades away as soon as it came, “I can do this.”

“Good, because it is just about your turn to be presented for the auction.”

The auction. Asmodeus does it for sport at every single one of his parties but now that this is his birthday party, this auction is the biggest one yet. It is where he finds Hell’s most beautiful prized possessions, not limiting to actual sinners. The hope was to capture Lucifer’s attention as he would be in the crowd through this angel facade, and pray that he would bet on you. And if that didn’t work, then you would have to move on to plan B. And you didn’t like plan b.

Valentino wished you luck as you stood behind the curtain to the center stage, disappearing into the shadows to leave you on your own and this mission that was screwed from the get go.

“And last but not least, I present to you—! what is the object’s name again?” The announcer whispers, putting his microphone away from his face to get a confirmation from another employee, “Ah! The pure and innocent, (Y/N)!”

The curtain suddenly opens, the spotlight from above blinding you in away that made you shield your eyes from the brightness. You squint, looking upon a sea of red lustful eyes looking over your figure with curiosity. You take a deep breath, as you played the part of a shy girl, slowly bringing your hands to cover yourself even though the white thin laced gown left little to the imagination.

“Hubba hubba! Would you look at that boys?” Asmodeus’ eyes nearly turn into hearts at the sight of you, “And I thought nothing could even look so angelic in Hell!”

“What a beaut’” Mammon agrees.

“Indeed.” Lucifer sat beside his friends, trying to cover his boredom with peaked interest as he looks in your direction. This whole thing was pretty fucked up to him but that was just the way of life down here, there’s no changing that— no changing people when it is just in their nature. Now usually he wouldn’t indulge such things but he was the King of Hell, and he had to play the part to maintain order even though he longed for nothing but to be constructing rubber ducks right now.

“500!” A man in the crowd closer to the stage shouts.

The announcer points in the man’s direction with enthusiasm, “I hear 500! What about 550? Do I hear 550?”

“600!” Another shouts.

“600 to the gentleman in red! But do I hear a 650? 650?”

Asmodeus sits back in his seat, taking another swig of his whiskey. Mammon looks at his friend in disbelief as the unknown sinners below them begin to shout various of numbers for you, “Is she not to the Lustful Overlords taste?”

“Ah, I have so many who do the innocent act. It gets boring after awhile. But if you’re interested…you should buy her.” Asmodeus smirks, shaking the single ice cube in his glass as he signals to the waitress for another.

“She ain’t my type, but—” Mammon gets a sudden idea, “Lucifer should have her. I’m sure he gets off to the Angel shit don’t you your highness?”

Lucifer tips his hat up with his cane, “I am married.”

“To a woman who you haven’t seen in seven years!” Asmodeus rolls his eyes with a loud groan before raising his hand to join the bid, “Lighten up! Good sir, I say 2500!”

“What a doozy! 2500! 2500! Do I hear 3000!?” The announcer nearly jumps from his stool at the amount offered, “Going once! Going twice—!”

“Asmodeus.” Lucifer warned. Not wanting any part in this sinful behavior.

The sound of a gavel rang through the air, finalizing the amount, “And sold to the gentleman in VIP! Your prize will wait outback until you are ready to retrieve it! Enjoy!”

Just like that the plan was working. In just less than five minutes you were sold off like some prize. Your life being in yet another’s hands that wasn’t your own, it was a bit ironic since this life is almost just the same as the one you led on Earth. It was getting harder and harder to distinguish which one was truly Hell.

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littlecharmingenvy · 9 months

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Diavolo Headcannons

Dia brainrot go brrrrrr (pls I love this man)

warnings: NSFW (MDNI), couple of kinks mentioned, Diavolo having a sub-par father, author not knowing how to take things seriously (aka, use of the phrase "dicked down crazy style"), uhhh I feel like I'm missing something but I can't think of it so if I am pls lmk

SFW

<3- He’s always been intrigued by humans; how such fragile creatures could have so much courage would never fail to amaze him. So when MC comes along, this sweet little thing who didn’t even know demons actually existed until a few weeks ago, he can’t help but be impressed on how little fear they show

<3- Immediately finds himself attracted to MC, but, of course, being the crowned Prince of the Devildom, he tries to keep things diplomatic. He didn’t want to risk a scandal, especially not now, since everything was finally working out to his liking

<3- MC recognizes Dia as the Prince, but because they didn’t grow up in the Devildom, they aren’t sure what that title exactly entails, so they stick to treating Dia like they would any other person, much to Lucifer’s chagrin and Diavolo’s delight

<3- With how casual MC is to Diavolo, he quickly finds himself falling for them, despite his best efforts not to. How could he be expected to not fall head over heels for them? Especially with their laugh when they’re caught off guard, or the side eye they give that seems especially reserved for Diavolo, when one of the brothers does something laughable. He feels special, as if their little silent conversations exist in a place no one can taint; its something just for them, and that’s something Diavolo has always yearned for

<3- As soon as he realized his feelings were something he couldn’t just brush over, he told MC. He’s a patient man, but he sees no point in hiding it from you, not when you two were already as close as you were. He swears his soul ascends to the Celestial Realm when you reveal that you feel the same

<3- Showers you in the finest jewels and gold (or silver if it matches your complexion better, cool toned shawtys gotta stick together FR). His father growing up only showed affection by gift giving, leaving Dia to lack any emotional warmth outside of material objects. While he tries to be better than his father, and is always praising you and showing love in any way he can, he especially loves giving you gifts, as that’s how he learned to show love

<3- He doesn’t mind receiving gifts from you, anything you give him he’ll cherish for the rest of his life, but he gets especially soft when you make him something. Little paper flowers? They’re the prettiest he’s ever seen. You bake him cookies? They’re the best he’s had in years (don’t worry, Barbs gets it). Give him origami you made in class when bored? He’s proposing then and there /j (/hj?). Just the idea that you thought about him and cared enough to make someone by hand makes him all soft and fuzzy inside.

<3- Aside from handmade things, Diavolo adores quality time. Just having you sit near him while he’s doing paperwork or enjoying his tea send him over the moon

<3- Very protective. While he’s sweet with you, and would never let you see any other side, he is still a demon, and he would (and has) threatened or killed a few who wished harm on you, and he’d do it again without a second thought

<3- Loves loves loves pet names. Lover, My dear, Angel (ironic), Beloved, he hardly ever calls you by your name anymore

<3- Overall, very soft with his lover. He just wants them to know how much he loves and adores them

NSFW

<3- I know this is widely agreed upon fandom-wise, but I’ll say it again for good measure. Size. Kink. Seeing how small you are compared to him makes him want to rail you into next week. When you look up at him with those doe eyes of yours, having to crane your neck up to make eye contact? Done. He’s dead. He died. It’s over for him

<3- You know monster fuckers? That’s how he feels about humans. Human fucker? Idk, but his enamoration with humans doesn’t stop in the bedroom

<3- Tries to be soft with you, really, he does. But at some point he just breaks, and he needs to dick you down crazy style then and there

<3- Praise kink, going both ways. He’ll tell you how pretty you are and how good you’re being for him, and will nearly cum when you tell him how good he’s making you feel

<3- He’s open to a lot of kinks, but isn’t likely to bring them up. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love experimenting though. Actually, it’s you who makes him realize he’s into a lot more than he thought he was

<3- Loves giving head. Really, good luck getting him off of you once he starts. He’ll be down there as long as you’ll let him, accidentally overstimulating you pretty much every time. But when he paws at your clothes and looks at you pleadingly, you can’t help but give him what he wants

<3- Generally, Dia’s just a big boy who wants to make his little human feel good. Boy’s absolutely whipped for you, and isn’t afraid to show it. Anyone who has a problem with it will be taken care of

#obey me smut #obey me #otome #smut #obey me!#obey me diavolo #obey me hcs #obey me headcanons #obey me diavolo smut #obey me diavolo headcanons #diavolo headcanons #diavolo smut #headcannons

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reaurelynios · 1 year

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sometimes i just go on pinterest and think: dca

and this is the outcome of that

[image ID the first image is a digital drawing of moon. it features moon in 3 poses in various outfits. the drawing on the left is of moon wearing a red off-the-shoulder sweater, black cargo pants and boots, his entire body can be seen. the middle drawing shows moon from the knees up wearing a black turtleneck, a blue button up with stars and moons on it and black trousers. the drawing on the right is of moon wearing a black and white striped shirt with a black undershirt and blue jeans. the right side of the jeans has celestial symbols on them. moon's entire body can be seen. all the characters have a faint orange glow around them. the background is pink with orange boxes around each of the characters.

the second image is a digital drawing of sun. it features sun in 3 poses in various outfits. the drawing on the left is of sun wearing a yellow sweater and blue jeans with a moon on the side. sun's entire body can be seenthe middle drawing is of sun wearing a black turtleneck, black trousers and a black shirt with sunflowers on it, his body can be seen from the knees up. the third drawing is of sun wearing a orange and blue striped polo shirt under purple overalls, the right trouser is white and has sunflower patterns on it. all the characters have a faint orange glow around them. the background is purple with pink boxes around each of the characters end ID]

#reart #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fanf dca #sundrop #moondrop #they should get funky outfits

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salaciousdoll · 1 year

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･˳ . ⋆ starring South Terano x chubby! Fem! reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings: husband! South Terano, wife!reader, chubby reader, professional MMA fighter/ music producer south, smut, heavy smut, oral both f&m receiving, squirting, hairy pussy agenda being pushed here, pubic hair mentioned on south as well, breeding kink( heavy), dacryphillia, gagging, spit in mouth, kissing with spit in mouth, body worship, pet names( baby, meu amor, doll, princess, etc.), speaking Portuguese( briefly), brief mention of stretch marks on body, heavy dirty talking, size kink( major), daddy kink( brief), south is 7’5 in this. missionary/ mating press, moaning in the mic for a song( don’t worry, not directly into it), vivid description of pussy and dick, uncircumcised South, Heavy/ big dick South, soft but usual south, cum eating/drinking, sloppy top, praise kink, degrading kink( slutty whore), hint at the end( catch it if you can), inspired by p power by gunna, overall just nastiness. ୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Word count: 5.8k

18+, Minors do not interact

The Pristine rain was heavily knocking against your kitchen window like an unwelcome guest banging on your cold prehung, glass pivot door to yours and South’s mansion. You always loved the taste and smell of spring so the rain didn’t bother you as you had on your light pink apron while cleaning the greens in your big white pot for dinner tonight.

South loved your cooking and sometimes pitched in to help you cook. He loved getting behind you with his big, doughy but calloused hands holding your supple and cavernous thighs or gripping your love handles just not too roughly. Whenever you cooked he was the first to taste because he stayed glued to your body like a sticky bug on your clothes in the spring and summer— you have to physically pull or shove him away.

But could you really blame him because when he’s cooking, you're behind him telling him to put more seasoning or even water in the pot. Sometimes he gets frustrated at you because he thinks you’re trying to tell him that he can’t cook and he’s not Brazilian for no reason— that was always his favorite line to use on you when you coach his cooking.

Other than getting on his nerves, you chubby hands always osculated on the inner of his black tee he usually wears around the house— either that or no shirt at all. You always caressed his abs or just wrap your plump arms around his torso with your face squished against his back. If you guessed what the love language was, you would have to say physical touching, of course.

You two confided in each other about any and everything. He always placed little kisses on your hand or forehead whenever you two are next to each other. He doesn’t care who’s staring at you two, it could be an old lady or newborn baby for all he cares, he’s going to love on you until you grow sick and old. He loved the feeling of your skin on his. You loved the feeling of his hands and warm body next to yours. Minami was someone you were told to cherish and you did that every morning, night, and even in the evening.

Whenever you were feeling down, South always made you feel a warm solace with his boisterous laugh, his light but funny jokes, and his loudness in general. You know when he is in the house when you hear his loud laugh. From just his voice and laugh, all your problems go away. South didn’t even have to do the things he does when you’re feeling down— things like taking you out to walk in the glorious spring sun or if it’s night, the alluring celestial body in the sable night empyrean always makes your heart warm. South feared the day where you would completely shut him out if you went down your spiral, yet you always reassured him that you’re never going to shut him out. Not a chance in hell you’ll do that when he was hot to your cold.

South loves what you do when he’s feeling down. You tend to sometimes let him take his frustrations out on you, take him into the frustration room with messy art painting on the paper walls, or you would take him for a ride to another city or state, depending on how ponderous his problems were.

Sometimes he even goes to your gym downstairs right next to his studio booth he built due to trying to accomplish his dream of being an producer and so far he over achieved that supplentairly with being an heavyweight champion of mma. There’s plenty of Brazilian, American, Japanese, Korean, etc. artists that he produced for and honestly some are hits, some are not— depending on how big the artist is. It’s a win or lose with producing songs but it’s never like that with fighting. He’s undefeated and has won 7 championship matches already and won every last one of them while you were either at home or standing in the crowd with a huge smile on your chunky face.

Everytime he won a fight he would either point at you and tell the crowd how much you inspire him and how much he’s in love with you. When you are at home, he’ll shout you out and the crowd somehow gets louder every time he does any of those. You thought it was because of how wholesome he was but in reality the crowd was in awe of your beauty as the camera panned to you whenever he shouted at you out if you were there, of course.

Overall, you two are each other's lock and key to your diary. Your relationship was a diary to most around you, if you had problems you kept it between you two and your therapist. If word got out that you two are having problems, you were afraid that Takemichi would go back because he was being the airhead he was whenever one of his friends were in trouble. So you vowed to never let your relationship problems swim their way back to your friends, family, etc. especially not the public. Only exception is the diary of a person you both share, which is also your therapist/ counselor.

You loved each other so much. He always declares he’s really in love with you when his cock is digging in and out of you. Your juices and the way your walls tighten on his cock was all he needed to confirm that you love him too. You were always speechless when he took you on any part of the mansion you guys owned together. The pool table, the bed, balcony, gym, and many more places, you name it. Your moans were so beautiful and recording worthy so you did multiple sex tapes with Minami in different kinds of sex positions he learned or wanted to try. Your sex life was beautiful and you couldn’t be more thankful for South making you feel so loved but what you didn’t know is that he feels the same way about you making him feel like he belongs here in this world.

In fact, your moans were so beautiful that he had to ask you the big question while sitting at the onyx and pearl kitchen island he installed in the kitchen. He’s been trying to ask for a minute of staring at your ass in awe and in his head as you put the greens in a different pot to cook. “ Hey baby.” You made a Hmm sound to let him know that you’re listening. South smiled and shook his head prior to tapping his finger on the surface of the island with his leg shaking up and down to match. He was really nervous about asking you this— you were the only person who made him feel that way.

“ I was thinking of showing you the instrumental to a new song I came up with, would you mind coming down to the studio with me, Bonita.” Minami knew he had you when he used Portuguese, you were always weak to that. “ What’s the catch? Knowing your sneaky ass, there’s a catch.”

You turned the stove on low and turned around to him with your chubby arms crossed over your chest. He chuckled prior to raising his big, tall structure off the seat to walk around to hold you by your love handles, “ I don’t know, we’ll see when we go down there, wanna create a melody with you.” Your eyebrows raised at his words because that could be a triple entendre for all you know. “ But baby, I have to finish cooki-”.

South reaches behind you to turn the stove off, stopping your train of thought in the process, “ We can always eat take out, besides you always leave the greens in the fridge overnight, get it together my beautiful Angel.” You almost smacked your lips at his audacity, “ I taught you that so how you’re gonna’ try to scold me.”

Minami shrugged his shoulders with a low chuckle as he held out his left hand for you to take, “ Which is why I’m telling you to get it together, meu amor. Don’t make me start speaking my sentences in Portuguese, something you don’t even fully understand to get my point further across.” You rolled your eyes at his remark, “ first off, I’m learning to speak and understand it and you’re my teacher, so I should’ve learned more than I already am. What does that say about you?”

He loved when you did your little teasing at him, so he did the only thing he thought of in his mind. South grabbed your neck and brought you into a slow sensual kiss. Your tongues were lapping onto each other like people rolling around a mat for wrestling. South was so much taller than you no matter if you were 4 '11 or 6' 10. The man was 7’ 4 for a reason and you loved it.

South walked your body to the wall leaving just an inch between you and the wall. He then reached to grab both of your ass cheeks, squeezing them hard enough to make your pussy lips spread apart— your whimper at the cold air told him everything he needed to know. He got you where he wanted.

“ Jump, baby.”, South mumbled against your lips while giving you a reassuring nod. You jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck as your legs wrapped around his waist— deepening the kiss even more. You both were still making out as he walked you to the escalator to go down to the studio.

South’s mouth felt marshmallow like against yours— your lips were practically being sucked like a vacuum by South and he couldn’t help it. Your two tone lips were one of his favorites to devour on your body, “ I can’t wait to be inside of you, my sweet doll.” Your hips rolled against his automatically as both of your bodies descended with the escalator. His hands were glued to your ass and he couldn’t feel more exhilarated. He was gonna definitely put a baby in you, it’s his dream.

Minami kicked open the studio door prior to breaking the kiss to touch the buttons causing the booth to light up and the mic to be on recording any soun made in that room. He opened the booth door to let you both inside, “ Are you ready, amor.” You grinned after pulling back from sucking his bottom lip. You still heard him clearly even if he sounded funny just now due to the sucking of his bottom lip in your mouth.

South kept tonguing you down as he let you down on the floor. He only broke the kiss with one more peck on your lips. You two make out sessions always made your pussy wet because maybe it’s the delirium or the torpidity of the kiss, either way your panties was soaked and when South turned around to sit up the stool behind the mic, you reached down under your short light blue and pink sundress to feel the pool protruding your panties right now.

Now he’s gonna explain whilst seducing you. “ Here’s what’s up, princess. We’re gonna record your moans for me and I’m gonna merge it with a beat. I’ve been thinking about this ever since I became a producer. The sex tapes we have don’t do your sexy ass moans justice so why not let the world know who made you moan like the slutty princess you are. My fucking slutty princess.”

He bent down to apprehend your lips onto his one last time prior to touching a few more buttons behind you. Meanwhile, you were wrapped inside of your head about the kiss on your lips as you touched your lips. He still had a school girl crush effect on you and that says something when you two are married for three years now. “ nami’ is my name—when you moan or groan it— is it gonna be on the song because I can’t have anybody kn-”

South grabbed your hand, interrupting any words you had planned to spew out of your mouth, “ Baby, relax and trust me, can you do that for me, princess?” You meekly nodded your head and felt his smooth lips trailing all over your round face, pouty glossy lips and down to your chest. He looked up at you while he bent down to lay kisses on the top of your boobs as you were still in your sundress. Minami then proceeds to dig into his pants pocket pulling out a black pocket knife with a peacock design running down it. Your breath got caught in your throat when you felt the tip of the knife grazing over your pretty saggy tits. You had two different size tits but he or you didn’t mind. It’s natural to both of your eyes.

The way that south held eye contact was different this time around compared to usual. He looked like he was obsessed with you as you watched his pupils dilate as the knife trailed between your boobs causing you to be half scared and half aroused. Your pussy was practically clapping in joy from the way it was clenching and unclenching to air. South trailed the knife down and pressed harder on the fabric of your dress to cut it open, freeing your tits all the while putting your panties with your soaked pussy on display to him and the cold air, “ oh look how beautiful my precious dolly looks, you know what I did to my cousins dolls when I was younger, meu amor? Hmm. I used to break them, not gonna get too explicit on how because I’m not gonna go that far with you, but I am gonna break you and make you think about my dick. All day and everyday.”

Every kiss south trailed down your body was glorious because he was still talking in between his kisses and his voice was always so smooth and velvety, just the way you liked it, “ When you’re cooking.” He now kissed your right nipple making it protrude into hardness. “ When you’re bathing or showering.” He stuck his tongue across your chest whilst trailing the knife over your pudgy stomach. “ When you’re doing your nails and putting on your clothes.” He latched onto your left nipple— still trailing the knife over your stomach rolls in advance to continuing trailing down your body until he stops at the top of your puffy pussy.

Your body shuddered in want and need for South and he loved every moment of it especially when you furrow those cute eyebrows with your pretty mouth opened at the sensation he was bringing you right now. South slowly trailed the knife flatly against the vulva of your pussy— popping your nipple out of his mouth to speak, “ You feel the tension don’t cha’? You feel the knife gliding over this plump pussy of yours. I’ll never hurt you baby but I just can’t help scaring you into sweet ecstasy .” South slowly guided the knife under your underwear band— cutting to expose the right side of your pussy.

South did the same to the left side of your pussy letting the rest of your panties drop to the floor— fully exposing you. South smiled down at you ahead of picking you up, placing you on the stool facing him. He slowly pulled off his shirt as well, he knew you were gonna get messy. The mic was behind you two but it was the perfect angle to capture what he was about to do to you right now.

South bent all the way down to your pretty feet, kissing the top of your feet with pure desire and fatigue in his eyes, “ God! You’re so gorgeous, from head to toe, I don’t care what anyone lsays about you. You’re perfect in my eyes and that’s all. That. Matters.” Minami kissed up your legs as he held them together to pay attention to both at the same time. When he got to your corpulent thighs, he opened your legs revealing your pussy to his eyes. He looked like a lucky person who won a cash prize from a cereal box. He always acted that way when it came to him devouring your pussy.

South looked up at you, kissing your inner thighs, “ I’m gonna take good care of you and that pussy baby, all you gotta do is sit back and moan for me. Enjoy yourself, meu amor.” He breathed in your pussy scent and almost groaned loudly at your smell. It was natural but smelled so good to him. He knew you wanted to squeeze your legs shut so he gripped them with his hands to stay open.

You only wanted to shut them because you haven’t shaved since last week and your pussy hair grew back faster than expected. You knew it was natural but it’s still embarrassing. The thing is Minami didn’t care not one bit, so he didn’t get why you should care. He has hair on his dick even starting from a dark- blondish happy trail. He also loved how your pussy was pink on the inside but one of two shades darker from your actual skin tone. Women always intrigued him, you in particular— his temptation, his girl, his woman.

South kissed your vulva with soft and wet kisses preceding placing his hands on your pussy opening your folds to finally see the opening of your pussy. You subconsciously covered your face as his big tongue took one long lick over your opening of your pussy and clitoris, “ Fuck~ Nami’.” Your fuck sounded so prettty especially when it’s dragged out like that.

South swallows what he savors— laughing at your reaction to him doing that. He spit on your pussy afterwards, watching the saliva drip down his pussy. His spit felt so good on your hot pussy that it made you whimper at the contact. Afterwards, South dig into your pussy like it was his first and last meal for the day. Your pussy dripped on his tongue and he was gladly drinking it up. The swirl of his tongue was enough to make you grip his hair and scream out his name followed by coherent pleas to let up on your poor pussy, “ pleasee… m’ fuck yes”.

South could hear your pleas and he could also feel your body shaking underneath him. He loved when you couldn’t help but to shake even if he just got started. Every part of your body was sensitive and gosh did he love that because he can do one thing and the next you’re exploding from pleasure. South’s tongue was heavy on your clit and his index and pointer fingers probing the opening of your pussy just added to your pleasure.

“ Ohh… I think I’m gonna cum if you finger me, Nami’. I don’t wanna- fu-uhhh-ck! Not the zig zag.”, You moaned as one of your legs lifted up on his right shoulder at his tongue moving in a zigzag direction across your pussy. South laughed into your pussy while shaking his head left and right fast. Your hands gripped the chair in stool in support as your hips moved uncontrollably due to the immense pleasure you’re feeling right now.

He then sucked on your clit as his fingers entered your pussy. You threw your head back in reaction to his thick fingers entering your slippery, hot pussy, “ Oh, yes yes~ just like that South. I think I’m gonna cum~” South pushed his fingers inside of your pussy even more ahead of curling his fingers right at your g-spot, massaging it as he moved his fingers in and out of you, occasionally twisting his fingers inside of you as he moved in and out. When he felt you were about to release, he unattached himself from your clit, still moving his fingers inside of you all at the same time.

Your stomach tightened and you felt water coming out of your pussy because of the pressure on and in your pussy, “ m’ cummin, m’ gonna cum, ughhh!” South felt your pussy clamp on and off his fingers as you squirted on the floor since he moved to the side with his fingers still inside of you. He looked at you with inclination swimming in his eyes like a leech swimming in a dark lake, late at night.

Your body shook and moved up and down because of your rapid breathing from your orgasm he strummed out of you. You licked your lips and looked at South with the eyes he so desperately admired whenever you showed the emotion of prurience. South kissed your clit one last time— feeling you jolt under him from the impact— afore kissing and licking the little stretch marks on your stomach and chest as he makes his way up your body.

He then grabbed your face with both of his hands bringing you into a wet, sloppy kiss. You tugged him closer before pulling away from him, “ Can I suck your dick, South. Maybe you can add that to the track after all you are cutting certain parts right? I just wanna take care of you baby, allow me?” South always loved when you boosted his ego. “ You can do whatever you wanna do, sweetheart. After all this is your dick, aren’t you supposed to have all access to this dick? Hmm, so go ahead and give daddy what you think he deserves.” Your pussy clenched at the thought of sucking his big heavy dick.

South fully stood up while you got on your knees in front of him. The stool was a few 7 inches from your head and you were glad because now you can suck him the way you want. You looked up at him through your pretty eyelashes causing him to smirk down at you. His masterpiece. His love. Art really.

He watched as you unzipped his pants pulling them down along with his underwear, dropping them to his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. His dick sprung back into your face when he turned to you, almost taking your eye out from how thick and long it was. You held his uncircumcised cock in your hand stroking him up and down watching as his tip disappeared and reappeared. You were fascinated with his cock, dare I say addicted to his cock.

Finally having enough of his little groans and mini leg shakes from you dragging your hand up and down his cock, you stroked him one last time to peel his foreskin back to suck on the tip. Once he felt your hot mouth on his thick tip, he threw his head back letting out a big, “ Oh!” He followed with a “fuck” afterwards whilst lowering your wet mouth on his dick— taking him inch by inch. The wide stretch of your mouth was hell but you so badly wanted to suck his dick and please him.

South pat your head to soothe your eagerness down a little bit, “ Only take what you can, doll. Don’t want you choking to death on my dick.” You slowly blinked your eyes and when you did, you gagged because you lost focus of your throat relaxing. So you slowly lifted up off of his dick until you had just the tip in your mouth. Your pretty lips wrapped around his tip as your right hand massaged the dry part of his dick: the part you couldn’t fit into your mouth.

Spew of curses spewed out of Minami’s mouth as you held his dick in one of your hand prior to spitting a glob of spit on his cock, “ Good fucking girl. My pretty little slut knows how to make me feel good. Ughhh shit!” You swallowed all of him, moving your mouth down to the base of his dick, breathing in his musk/ feeling his hair on his pelvis, and back up again. As you did this, you relaxed your throat even more— inviting his heavy cock in your mouth. You started to twist your head in a circular motion making him lose his mind over the head twist motion. South couldn’t take it and grabbed your hair in his hand, watching with low eyes and an open mouth at you sucking him like a tornado, “ fucking hell, {reader}}… your fucking mouth is sucking me in, keep doing that and I’m gonna bust down this throat of yours~.”

You didn’t wanna hear any of what he was saying because you wanted him to cum down your throat, so you did everything you could to make him cum. Your left hand grabbed his big balls gently massaging them as your right hand grabbed the spit that dripped down his cock, and was about to make it to the floor until you grabbed it, placing the glossy spit on the part you couldn’t fully take in your mouth. The enjoyment of sucking dick was heard throughout the room as you did the combo he loved and couldn’t take. Your tears were either resting on your lash line for one of your eyes or falling down your eyes for another eye. His thighs almost gave out at the action of how you look up at him and the locking of your jaw around his dick whilst still twisting your hand— massaging his cock.

South moans were deep and loud as he stood with his head leaned back in pure bliss, “ Shit, shit, doll, I’m cummin’, gonna cum down this slutty throat. Such a good girl, causing me to feel like thiss… ahhh! Ahhh! Stop { reader} before I cum down your throat and you know how my cum is.” Yes, you did know. When south cums, he cums loud and messy. An example is coming..

Minami both of your hands off his dick and balls afore grabbing your head and thrusting his hips forwards. Your head was trapped between him and the stool and you couldn’t move, so you swallowed him with gags sounds floating around the studio booth. “ Fuck, I’m cummin’ my princess.”, South moans loudly as his hot cum shoots down your throat. South leaned on the stool with one hand placed flatly on the seating part. His hand he had on your head released just to feel your neck for the visible throat bulge he formed on your neck from how deep he was.

You tapped his leg when you had enough of his cum impelling him to slowly take his cock out of your mouth. He huffed loudly with a few drops of cum spilling on your face. He was satisfied at you sucking his dick but he was still thinking of fucking that sweet pussy of yours. He was so glad he had stamina for multiple rounds despite what research says about men cumming just one time. You, on the other hand, was gasping and coughing loudly at the feeling of being able to breathe again. South finally regained his consciousness when he heard you coughing so he hurried to grab a water bottle from the little fridge on the opposite side from where you two were at.

South squatted down in front of you, giving you the water bottle with a smirk, “ Tapping out already?” You pushed his shoulder a little bit— taking the water bottle to drink it down and that you did. South watched you drink the entire water bottle and he instantly got hard. You ooze sex appeal especially when you keep eye contact with him as you drink the water. “ Who said that? I thought you were gonna make me moan into the mic, that wasn’t my best. Wanna know what my best moans come from? Hmm honey.” He smiled a close lip smile and nodded his head. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders giving him a little kiss on the mouth, “ When I’m getting my pussy destroyed by you in the most thrilling and benevolent way. The way your dick feels inside of m-”

South had enough and yanked you up with him, plopping your ass right on the seating part of the stool, “ since you’re talking like that, you are ready. ” You nodded and rebuttal, “ But are you ready?” He smirked and kissed you as a sign saying yes. South reached down to your pussy and rubbed small circles on your clit, heading small whimper seap out of you. He then lined the head of his cock on the opening slit of your pussy. You both grained when he slid his dick up and down your pussy, bumping the tip of his dick on your clit every time he went up.

South gripped your love handles and pushed his hips forward inside of your pussy. Both of your heads flew back in euphoria. Both of your fucks were heard as he slid inside of you. You wiggled to release the tension of the burning sensation you were feeling from his cock being half way inside of you, “ I don’t think I can take all of that. You know I can’t especially in this position, I-” south kissed your nose, “ Come on, darlin’. You got this and I got you so ease up for me so I can split this pussy in half to give you the right pleasure you need.” You smacked his biceps and laid your head on his chest, “ No matter how many times we fuck or make love, I could never take it the first few mintues of us fucking. Still not used to this size. So please take it slow for a few seconds Minami.”

He knew you were serious because of the way you looked up at him with your chin on his chest, “ Anything for you, baby.” You swallowed and leaned back, slowly getting comfortable and easing up on his cock while you were at it. South bit his lip as he pulled out of you to only push himself inside of you again, this time slower than before. The more you got aroused, the more your cervix moved up letting him in even more. Tears escaped your eyes as you held back your screams and whines when he started moving back and forth in a slow motion.

You wanted more. You needed more. Your pussy opened for him just a little more and latched onto his cock when he slammed all the way inside making you cry even more. Your body and insides were so sensitive and you hated it because tears were always gonna pour out of your pretty eyes whenever you two had sex. “ Fu-uuh-ck, this feels so good South, please fuck me harder. Make me your sweet little whore for this studio session.”

South groaned loudly at your naughty little words, “ Shit! I fucking love when you grip my dick like this whilst talking your shit. Give me more, how bad do you wanna- ugh!- be my sweet little whore? Hmm.” You moaned while holding on to his biceps letting him wreck your pussy with his heavy cock, “ Ahh! Fuck! I wanna be your whore for today, tomroow, and fucking forever. You’re fucking me so good right now.” And he was. His hips were snapping into yours with loud squelches and smacking sounds. Your whimpers and moans were sharing the spotlight with his fucking and he couldn’t be more proud of you and himself right now. Your little ash’s and oh’s were definitely gonna be the highlight of this new song he’s producing for your favorite artist.

He hid that fact from you because he knew you weren’t going to say yes if you knew this was for your idol for their new album. South snapped himself out of his trance as he gazed at you in pure love, “ You’re so fucking pretty taking my dick like this. See, you always take my dick so nicely even when your eyes are rolling to the back of your head right now. You’re loving this dick so let { your favorite artist} know how much you love daddy’s dick.” He then begins to roll his hips into yours as one of your hands now scratches down his back whilst the other one is grabbing his ass cheek.

He moaned at the feeling of your hands on him and your pussy clenching and unclenching on him. He knew you were about to squirt on him, so he rubbed his thumb over your clit causing your body to shake in reaction. “ Ahaha shit! Yes! Yes.” Clear substance sprayed on his pelvis and he couldn’t care less about your pleas and your juices exploding on him, especially since he kept rubbing cirles against your puffy clit.

South hair was now making its way out of the loose man bun he had in his hair— his sweaty body was beautiful to you as you now came down from your little shakeable high. He tapped your mouth and you opened in response— spitting inside of it, you two then connected both of your mouths together to make out with the spit inside of your mouths.

Afterwards, South pulled away from your mouth clenching his teeth at your pussy clamping down on him like a vampire sucking blood off a mere human, “ I’m not fucking done so don’t even think about blacking out right now, hold on, just a little bit longer for me.” Your little whines would’ve been funny right now if he wasn’t so focused on making you and himself cum at the same time. Trust, he’s been struggling to not bust inside of your honeypot pussy especially when you had a vicious grip on his dick.

South hoisted you up against him to walk you to the little white loveseat. He was gonna make sure you were still heard in the recording. He placed you down only to place himself against your body, so now your sweaty body was against his own sweaty body. He lifted a little to guide the tip of his cock in your pussy, your gasps was all he needed to hear preparatory to snapping his hips forward as his moan and groans filled the opening of your neck where he lay his forehead.

He was thankful you were trying to hold your legs up as he pounded inside of your pussy with no remorse. The sound of your screams and the slapping of you two skins were electrifying. Your pussy hair was tickling him a little but that soon became overshadowed by your body shaking against his, “ South, I can’t— I can’t take it anymore. Mm’gonna cum. M’cummin.”

South smirked and folded your legs up a little bit higher making your double chin and chubby cheeks appear more than usual, pulling him into you even more since he got you to love them because he did. He placed two legs beside his own body leaning over you even more as he continued to pound your insides to his liking. You felt like you were gonna pass out and he could see it so he reached around to grab your stomach as he continued moving in and out of you, “ Not yet. Just 30 more, uuhh! Fuck! Fuck!, seconds. I’m gonna give you a baby.”

You moaned at the thought of having his child and at the impact of his hips, “ Yes, yes, give me your seed. Have me birth your childd… no, I wanna birth our child~.” South almost bust then and there, but he needed to add one more thing. He gripped your stomach with one hand while cradling your head with his other arm— fucking your pussy up. Following, he leaned to your face moaning at the feeling of you around him, “ I want to see three little rascals running around this house or would you like a bigger house? Hmm, what do you say~ holy shit, I’m cummin’! Let’s cum together, meu amor.” You tightened and untightened against his cock. Your nails raked his back in desperation of finally cumming on his cock at the same time of him cumming inside of you. His ears popped while your vision turned white. Both of you were huffing and breathing loudly at the amazing feeling you both received.

It took South some time to gather his strength back as his dick pumped nonstop inside of you. Yeah, you were definitely getting pregnant from this. Your legs were still shaking even if you regained your vision back after a minute or two. Minami slowly pulled out of your dripping pussy and you felt his hot cum slipping out of your warm pussy.

South shakily rolled off of you to sit hit bare ass on the rug below the loveseat. He watched as your chest slowly ascended and descended. He was so head over heels for you, so he had to say it in his language, “ Eu amo-te, linda.” You turned to him with a close eyed smile, “ amo-te também, bébé.” South smiled widely at that because you actually have been studying and paying attention to his words. He kissed your cheek and pulled you down to lay on top of him. He was so lucky there was a carpet under you because then he’ll hear you’re fussing when you two got back up in an hour to take a shower and eat at one of Taiju’s restaurants.

Maybe he’ll invite Draken, Benkei, Taiju, Muto, and Mochi next time since he's been seeing their eyes on you and your smile told him everything he needed to know. Hard maybe though. You loved your big men. He knew it and you knew it.

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What are your thoughts on shadowpeach?

Fandom wise? I do not care for it.

Canon wise? I believe in men committing crimes while forming the most toxic, unhealthy attachments to one person could lead to such a dysfunctional relationship that it, eventually, turns into a functional one. And also they’re trans and aspec.

Disclaimer: this is all my opinion and people can do whatever they want, i simply have my gripes with some of the fandom stuff. this is just me explaining what i like and dislike about shadowpeach.

I think the most common thing people fall into when it comes to ships—or shipping in general—is how to domesticate these two characters without fully addressing their flaws, personalities, behavior, and their overall choices throughout the original media/show they come from.

Macaque and SWK both suffer equally through this mischaracterization: Macaque is often painted as this shy or “edgy” character with little to no ties to his actual character in canon and, more often than not, he is perceived as this “dad” type of character when, in fact, he should not be allowed near children for I fear he will bully them nonstop until they sit there in the corner feeling disheartened and miserable about themselves; Sun Wukong is often portrayed as this dumb himbo with little-to-no means of understanding social cues, not understanding emotions in a way that’s very frustrating, and be this yearning, pining idiot who’s still longing for his childhood crush when he did not hesitate to punch this guy in the face multiple times throughout the show. So when they are paired up together it’s this weird mash of people believing Macaque is the better dad with more understanding of human behavior and Wukong is his dumb, doting husband who’s doing his best and cannot stand up for himself when confronted about things.

The amount of times people choose to make Macaque sympathetic by having Sun Wukong’s family side with Macaque when it comes to Wukong’s actions/choices is so vast I could not count them all on one hand. The common trope of having Princess Iron Fan (Sun Wukong’s sister-in-law) become Macaque’s sworn sister is so disheartening to see for someone who read through Journey To The West and thought of how silly the overall family dynamic of the Demon Bull Family and Sun Wukong’s troops was. Removing Iron Fan as Sun Wukong’s literal sister just to have someone backup Macaque and sympathize with him is funny and a bit silly.

That being said… the canon version of Shadowpeach and its possibilities are, in fact, very delicious.

Canon wise this is what we know about Sun Wukong and Macaque’s history together:

Sun Wukong and Macaque meet

The brotherhood is formed after Azure meets Sun Wukong, Macaque tags along with Wukong (note: Macaque is not addressed as “brother” by the characters, only Wukong is)

Macaque tries to warn Wukong about how dealing with Heaven might be a bad idea

They share a peach under a tree; Wukong reassures Macaque this plan will work

Wukong carries on with Azure’s plan anyway (yes, azure lion’s plan, not wukong’s)

The brotherhood is defeated and Wukong gets trapped under a mountain

Presumably no one comes to visit Wukong, only Macaque

During his final visit, Wukong is angry that Macaque is free and can’t see the fact that Wukong was trying to do everything for them and his kingdom

Macaque snaps back at Wukong and calls him an obsessive demon before leaving

They have another fallout and fight

Wukong ends up killing Macaque in the aftermath

500~ years later, Macaque and Wukong fight again with Wukong being more apathetic towards their reunion than Macaque is

Macaque obsesses over Wukong continuously (coughs)

Macaque is biased in his retellings of his and Wukong’s relationship (see: all of shadowplay and the scrolls memories)

They fight (again) throughout S3

They somewhat reconcile by the end of S4

We will address the fact Sun Wukong was groomed into going to war by this former celestial warrior instead of having it be because of his own want to protect his family and friends after Heaven refused to pay him the respect he wanted when he first joined their ranks later. Right now we focus on the fact that Sun Wukong is canonically a person people easily fall in love with (platonically) and have a tendency to want to stay close to regardless of what his future actions will be like and Macaque is sequentially obsessed with him throughout the show.

“The hero and the warrior were like the Sun and the Moon. Their light, a protective glow, shining upon the world. Together, there was nothing that could stop the two of them. Either in the Celestial Realms or on Earth. As time went on, the hero attained power beyond comprehension. As the hero's light grew, so too did his shadow. And soon, the warrior was cast in that shadow. In the darkness, the warrior was forgotten by the hero.”

Fun fact: Macaque is never going to be on par with Sun Wukong’s power and he works best as support than he does a duo-attacker along side Wukong. Wukong is on his own power level and Macaque, while being able of holding his own against enemies, could be stomped to death by Xiaoijiao is he crossed the line.

Macaque’s obsession with Sun Wukong comes from the inability to move on from the past; Macaque wanting things to go back as they were is a subtle theme going through the show — he keeps latching on to biased memories and avoiding the actual problems that caused their relationship to fall apart and it isn’t until Season 3’s big confrontation with Long Xiaojiao’s Samadhi Fire ritual. He realizes he abandoned Wukong during a time of need and proceeds to flee, abandoning him again.

Macaque has issues. More often than not people call out on Sun Wukong for abandoning Xiaotian or the Monkie Kid Crew all while ignoring the fact Sun Wukong does not purposefully leave Qi Xiaotian, he tries his hardest to make it back in time and is visibly scared/horrified when LBD attacks in his absence. Sun Wukong tries his hardest to comfort Xiaotian while Macaque tries to torment him.

Regardless, Sun Wukong and Macaque’s relationship is unique to most media’s portrayal of friends turned enemies. Because Wukong does not see Macaque as a threat up until he teams up with Lady Bone Demon — he is only scary by association, not by anything he has done up until that point. You can tell with the way Wukong mocks him and calls him something akin to a puppet during their interaction in Season 3 when Macaque trapped him and Nezha in the ice.

And even then Macaque doesn’t even bother trying to engage with Wukong in a friendly manner because kindness is for losers HA i’m not apologizing for anything, bye Sun Wukong, you big old LOSER [proceeds to possibly live on the streets and stay homeless until wukong allows him to return to ffm under certain house rules]

You’ll notice that Sun Wukong barely has any opinions on Macaque.

This is because Macaque is favored by the narrative more than Sun Wukong is so we have very little context as to how Sun Wukong genuinely feels towards Macaque.

Sun Wukong sees Macaque as an annoyance, a bother, a threat, a coward, an imposter and then, finally, an ally.

But all we get from that is Wukong handing Macaque a peach-flavored ice cream pop as a parallel to him sharing a peach with his old friend back when they were young monkeys before he was trapped under a mountain for 500 years as a result of his abuser’s power hold on him that forced him to fight heaven as a way to “make the world a better place”.

We love to see it.

Macaque and Wukong’s relationship goes from mutual interest and a supportive friendship established years prior to the original building of the brotherhood to a very weird, uncategorized type of dynamic. The only way to characterize Sun Wukong’s “affection” towards Macaque is, possibly, the same way most people would characterize Macaque to be towards Wukong. Y’know the slightly judgmental actions and eye rolls and scoffs of affection most people write about Macaque when Wukong does something stupid? Yeah.

“But Macaque said “this guy” when Wukong was presenting his plan to defeat Azure—“ yeah have you considered Wukong does a lot of masking in the presence of the entire Monkie Kid Crew and Macaque has a tendency to present himself as this cool persona when in fact he’s just a homeless monkey who’s been crashing on his ex’s couch for the past weeks since the ending of Season 3?

“OK…. but why QPR Shadowpeach?”

Sun Wukong throughout the course of Journey to the West and all its past and future iterations have always had him be uninterested in both men and women. There are multiple instances where he’s capable of courting women and he instead backs away or does not pay it any mind; aside from this he’s heavily implied to only care about familial love and friendships. He does not see his pilgrim brothers as anything more than family and he views Tripitaka as a mentor rather than someone whom he was chained to. And Azure was his idol and he was groomed by him, and everyone else was viewed to him as a troop — or, y’know, a family.

This and the fact that— both Sun Wukong and Macaque are over a thousand years old. Why on earth would they have a normal type of relationship? Giving them a checklist of what passes on as romantic and platonic when to them the line is so blurred it’s barely existent to them is amusing.

Sun Wukong and Macaque having their own weird relationship where it changes from frustrated best friends to partners to angry middle aged demons to the tired traumatized immortals who sometimes cuddle while still beating each other up is so deliciously interesting and unhealthy to the point where it is healthy.

Also Celestial bodies are not the same as mortal bodies; canonically Sun Wukong has transformed into women before and people have addressed him with female-leaning pronouns before. my personal headcanon of sun wukong being genderfluid lves on and now we can have sapphic shadowpeach with transfem macaque.

also im still feverish so if this doesnt make sense then too bad damn im sorry

#analysis #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #six eared macaque #lmk six eared macaque #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong #shadowpeach #qpr shadowpeach #ok im tired #goodbye forever now im going to get a haircut #and then maybe go to the movies ig #lmao

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A New Diagnosis

Pairing: Joel Miller x autistic daughter!reader

Summary: I have an idea. Joel Miller x daughter!reader, based in the camps they had everyone in after the outbreak(so a couple days after Sarah’s death technically) and the reader is a high functioning autistic who stims. So when they get to the camp and because of all the stress she has been under, it’s causing her stimming to flare up like crazy. So Joel and Tommy had to beg and plead to the soldiers, trying to let them know she is autistic and she wasn’t infected, that she just can’t control her stims.

Warnings: Angst, crying, cussing, stimming(not really a warning but its in the story), overstimulated meltdown, denial, most likely inaccurate chain of command about construction work or construction jobs in general, might be a little ooc Joel in one scene I’m not completely sure but it feels like it and I hate it😠😤.

A/N: the reader symptoms and preferences are based on my own, which is also where this idea came from. Ever since the show came out I just wondered what did they do to the people with ticks and stims at the beginning of the outbreak. I mean they eventually had to come up with a way to tell a difference in the beginning of the outbreak before they had the infection detector things, right?

I honestly might rewrite this because I don’t know if I like how this turned out. Usually I’m pretty good at picturing what characters would say in a certain situation, but there’s one part of the fic that I’m not so sure about( you’ll know it when you read it I’m sure). But it’s crazy because I’ve been living like this since the ages of 4 or 5 and it still extremely difficult to describe stimming, even harder writing about it. But I wish I had a Joel Miller parent so I guess I’m projecting a bit in this fic. And this may also be longest fic yet.

So I decided to make this into two parts because I want this posted today because it was supposed to be out yesterday and I don’t want to wait any longer.

Mockingbird (Part 2)

Taglist: @miss-celestial-being @ilovemydinoboi @taraiel @distorted-twink @geralallfandoms @your-shifting-gurl @daemontargaryenwhore @mihstar

What started out as a regular day went to hell in the span of a couple hours. I mean homes being set on fire, families separated, innocents slaughtered due to the fear of a sickness they had no cure for. But I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I? Let’s start from the beginning. My name is (Y/n) Miller, and this is the story of how everything went to shit.

I was only 4.

As a kid you’re oblivious to almost everything, but sometimes a child’s behavior can reflect the type of day the family will have whether they realize it or not. And my attitude had been off all that week, until my father’s birthday aka outbreak day. I called it the calm before the storm. That week I was in an overall bad mood. All of my senses had been on high, being overstimulated plus the struggle of always being alone in school. I mean don’t get me wrong I use to talk to some of my classmates, but most likely than not I would’ve been playing by myself either from trying to avoid the bullies or because nobody wanted to play with me in general. But hey, you can’t miss what you’ve never had. I never really understood people, I still don’t but I had my family and they always made everything okay. They never made me feel different about myself. Regardless of me being only four, I understood that the repetitive behaviors were definitely not normal. Along with the what I now know as stimming; physical, vocal, scripting, ticking, etc. I could go on and on about everything that makes me different, but my family had always helped me feel normal. To be honest I didn’t start realizing I was doing all that stuff until one day my dad sat me down and asked me ‘what are you doing’ and ‘are you okay?’, which made me more self-aware. And then there was school, the weird looks and the mean jokes came into play. I’ve rarely caught my family staring, but I knew they were. Growing up and remembering the past helps you realize things you might’ve missed or didn’t understand as a kid. Like the concerned/confused stares I would catch my dad or uncle Tommy giving me before I was diagnosed. I just didn’t know what the looks were for. But the day my father finally decided something was indeed wrong, that it wasn’t just a phase, had him making an appointment to my clinic fast. It was the first time my stimming caused me serious pain. Well, from what I can remember anyway.

July 23, 2002 - Austin,Texas (Y/n is 3 years old)

The day started out like any other. I woke up in my sister’s bed, once I got my bearings I got out of the bed and headed down stairs to see my dad and my sister having one of their many daily debates

“I’m just saying your generations music has nothing on ours- (Y/N)!” After hearing Sarah saying your name, Joel turned around seeing you standing in the kitchen doorway rubbing your eye.

“Hey babygirl. Did you have a good sleep?” He asked as he turned off the stove top and went to pick you up.

“Mhm. I’m hungry, daddy.”

“That’s good because I just cooked your favorite breakfast.” He said as he kissed your cheek and sat you down in the chair across from Sarah, who got the two of you orange juice. Joel then went to grab the plates. There were eggs, sausage, french toast, and he sat a bowl of grapes next to you knowing how much you love them. You all started eating your breakfast. You went straight for the grapes and started eating them, until you spotted something that looked weird to you. Frowning, you push the bowl away and went to the food on your plate.

“Something wrong with your grapes?” Joel asked you noticing the way you frowned up.

“They dirty daddy.” Causing Joel to frown in confusion.

“Dirty? I just washed ‘em.” Joel leaned forward and grabbed the bowl and didn’t see anything abnormal about the grapes. The water in the bowl didn’t even black specs in it that grapes leave behind. “They look fine to me.”

“No. They dirty daddy, look.” Standing in your chair, you leaned over and pointed to a grape with a light brown streak on it and another where it was brown from where the stem was.

“Oh, that doesn’t mean they’re dirty, baby. Grapes just to look like that sometimes or because they’ve gotten older. That’s all.”

“Ew.” You mumbled.

“They’re gonna taste the same.” Joel said as he sat the bowl back down next to you.

“I don’t want them anymore.” You say pushing the grapes away.

“They’re fine, (n/n). I actually think the small brown areas actually make them sweater.” Sarah says trying to reassure her baby sister.

“No.” That was your final statement before you went back to eating the food on your plate.

“Ok, you don’t have to eat ‘em.” Joel states as him and Sarah go back to eating their own food.

———

“(Y/n)!!! Come back here!”

“No!”

“We go through this every time you use the bathroom!”

Sarah was currently chasing you around the house. A daily thing really, but for the last few months you have determined on not washing your hands after using the bathroom. And not with just Sarah. With Joel and Tommy too. Joel usually would have to keep a firm grip on you that disabled you from moving away from the sink, and to keep you from running or flailing your arms around as an attempt to keep him from making you wash your hands.

The first time that happened you guys were at a restaurant. He would be surprised if that whole side of the restaurant didn’t hear you,

“Daddy, I have to use the bathroom.”

“Ok.” Usually he would have Sarah take you but her and Tommy’s food had made it to the table. And since he was still waiting on his, there was no sense in stopping her from eating. He took you out of the high chair, and you two headed to the restroom. After the long process of putting toilet paper on the seat, he sat you on the seat and let you do your business. Once you were finished cleaning yourself up and him flushing the toilet, he waited for you to go towards the sink. But you headed towards the door instead.

“Don’t forget to wash your hands.” Joel said from his spot on the wall he was leaning on with his arms crossed.

Turning towards the sink, you clasped your hands to your chest, letting out a low groan of disgust.

“What is it?”

“I don’t want to touch it.”

“What the sink?” You nodded.

“You have to wash your hands, babygirl. Come on.”

“No.” You whined, and Joel knew then the two of you were going to have a problem.

“Babygirl, please.” He said in a pleading tone and tired tone.

“No!” Joel sighed then picked you up and held you over the sink as he usually would when washing your hands, but this time due to your decision of fighting and squirming in his arms, he had to get a gentle but firm grip on your hands to wash them himself.

“(Y/n).” That caused you to stop in your tracks. The sound was unfamiliar until your mind put together it was your father’s voice. He never says your actual name unless you were in trouble, and even then it would depend. But him calling your name was enough time for Sarah to scoop you up and head to the nearest sink which was the kitchen.

Sarah sat you down after she finished washing your hands. After getting free you pouted and went into the living room to continue playing with your toys before your bladder interrupted you. So invested in what you were doing, you didn’t even hear your Uncle Tommy come in the house.

“What’s for dinner today?” He teased, rubbing the top of yours and Sarah’s head as he passed by each of you.

“I don’t know you’ll have to ask this guy. He was supposed to go to the store but surprise, he didn’t.” Sarah says with a sarcastic smile towards her father who was going through bills. Joel head turned towards Sarah giving a bored look.

“We’re ordering pizza.”

“Fine with me.” Tommy states triggering Joel to role his eyes.

“Of course it is.”

Sarah went upstairs for the book the two of you were reading. To ‘keep her ahead of her future classmates’. While Sarah was upstairs, Tommy eyes trailed over to you, he smiled as he watched you in your own little world playing with your toys while talking to yourself. He watched you for a minute until he saw you stretching your neck. Normally he would’ve thought nothing of it until he realized it was happening constantly. At first they were only seconds apart, then you would stop for a few minutes and start again. There wasn’t an exact pattern, but he caught the rhythm of it.

“Buns neck been bothering her?”

“No.” Joel answered absentmindedly, still invested in the papers he wished he could use as a coaster without consequence.

“You sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure. Why wouldn’t I be sure?” Joel asked, getting annoyed by the fact he kept getting interrupted with his task.

“ ‘Cause she keeps stretchin’ it like it’s bothering her.”

Joel looks up at Tommy who had a slight worried look on his face. Joel then turns around in his chair to see what his brother was talking about. And true to his little brother’s words there you were stretching your neck and shoulder in a way that looks painful if he’s being honest. Joel turned back around to his brother with an equally concerned look. He leans closer towards him and lowers his voice before he started talking signaling Tommy to do the same.

“I don’t know why she does that, and every time I ask her if she’s ok she tells me she’s fine.”

“Maybe she has a crook in her neck.”

“No, if it was a crook we would know. She would be a lot worse. She tends to panic when she has one of those, and doesn’t do a lot of moving around. To stop the ‘bouncy feeling’. This. This is something else. And it’s been getting more frequent lately.”

“Frequent?”

“Yeah, this started a few months ago. It’ll leave and come back after a few weeks, but like I said it’s been happening a lot more often lately. She does it with her hands and wrist too.”

“Hm.”

Joel turned back towards his youngest. “Babygirl, you okay?” He said in a tone reserved for only you and Sarah when she’s upset about something.

You look up from your toys, bright innocent eyes finding your father’s concerned ones.

“Yeah.”

“You sure? Your neck not bothering you?”

“No.” You replied while standing up from your place on the floor and walked over to your father. When you got close enough he automatically picked you up and sat you on his thigh.

“Then why do you keep rollin’ it around honey?”

“I’m not.” Joel frowned in confusion. He’s clearly watching you do it so, either you’re lying for some unknown reason or you just don’t know that you’re doing it. But he’s always able to tell just by asking one question.

“Are you telling me the truth?” Simple, but it works. It was a question he would ask you every time he would think you were lying. And every time you answer you have a tell. When you tell the truth you tend to answer pretty confidently, but when you lie, you always fiddle with something whether it be your clothes, your fingers, or just bouncing your foot.

“Yes.” There’s no fidgeting. Covering up how even more confused he was in the moment he just nodded in understanding even though he didn’t.

“Ok baby, you want to go back to playin’ with your toys?”

“Yeah.” You replied getting down from your father’s lap before he even had the chance to put you down. Then you ran off to start back playing until Sarah came back down the stairs.

“(N/n), story time.” Hearing that you stood up and headed over to the couch with your sister. Before you sat down you picked up your stuffed bunny, Tommy got it for you when you were two. They used to use it to stop you from crying, but now you take it wherever you go. You laid down across the couch with Sarah and had your bunny in front of you in the same position you were to Sarah. She opened the book to where you two left off and started reading stopping at every few paragraphs to let you read.

Joel watched the two of you, his world. He would never understand how a mother would want to give this up.

“Have you thought about getting her checked out?” Tommy’s voice broke Joel from his thoughts.

“Checked for what?” Joel asked frowning at his brother.

“Joel, are you serious? Something could be wrong.”

“She’s fine, Tommy. She’ll grow out of it.”

“Grow out of it? Don’t you want to make sure?”

“Tommy, please.” Now Joel was lying. To himself especially. But that is understandable, what parent wants to accept that something may be wrong with their child. It was a scary thing to think about.

“What if it’s somethin’ wrong? Wouldn’t you want to get Bun’ the help she needs as soon as possible.”

“She doesn’t need help Tommy. I’m telling you she’ll grow out of it.”

“Joel-”

“Just let it go.” Joel whispered in a hardened tone, trying to keep his voice down so the girls wouldn’t hear that anything was wrong. “Look, would you order the pizza for tonight. I’m trying to finish up these bills.” Tommy mumbled a ‘sure’ and got up to make the call. He understood why Joel didn’t want to talk about that kind of stuff, what parent does? But knowing his stubborn nature he won’t act on it unless something happens that causes him to. After hearing the voice of the pizza lady on the line, Tommy uses it as a distraction to get his mind off his niece and his stubborn mule of a brother.

January 16, 2003 - 6:30am

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Sarah sat up with a soft groan and stretches, when she heard whining. She turned toward her sister who was hiding under the covers.

“Time to get up (n/n).” Sarah was about to stand up until she heard you cry out. She pulled back the covers to see you in a fertile position, hands covering your ears, eyes squeezed shut. “Come on (n/n), we- what’s wrong?” Sarah asked starting to panic seeing a tear fall from your eye.

“Too loud!” Sarah was confused for a second before she remembered the alarm was still going off. She quickly reached over to turn it off, and brought you into her arms. She laid you on her chest, rocking you back and forth while rubbing the top of your head, and she softly shushed you until you calmed down. When Sarah heard your cries turn into sniffles and looked down at you.

“You okay?” She asked softly rubbing the top of your head. She was confused as to why you reacted this way but, whatever the reason, it had her extremely worried. After seeing you nod your head she was able to relax, but she knew she still needed to tell dad about what just happened. Sarah got you up so, the both of you could start your morning routine. Everything went semi-smoothly, but that’s to be expected after your reaction to the alarm clock she’s not all that shocked about your agitated behavior. Sarah had just finished fixing your shirt when there was a knock on the bedroom door.

“Come in.”

“Hey, you girls almost ready?”

“Yep, we were just about to head down for breakfast.” Sarah stood from her kneeling position in front of you, letting you know that she was finished. And after going to tuck your bunny in bed you walked over to Joel.

“Unfortunately, you two are going to have to eat breakfast at school.” He said as he picked you up.

“Ew, why?” Sarah asked.

“Well your Uncle Tommy called and said there’s been an emergency at the house we’re working on so, when he pulls up we gotta go.” He grabbed your book bag and started down the stairs since you had decided to fall back asleep, not that he blamed you if he could he would have too. A minute later Tommy pulls up and surprisingly the Adlers weren’t outside, then again they were leaving a little earlier than usual. But, either way they didn’t have time to stop and talk. Sarah was dropped off first, then you. And it wasn’t until Sarah sat down in her first period class when she realized she forgot to tell her dad what happened this morning.

———

Time Skip

Normally, when school gets out you would ride home with Denise, due to her daughter going to the same school and Sarah’s school getting out 10 minutes after your school does. Then add another 20-30 minutes of her having to take the school bus then the city bus to get home. When Sarah makes it to the neighborhood she has to pass by Denise house to get to yours which is when she picks you up, but today didn’t work out that way. It started when Joel got a phone call from your school.

Joel and Tommy were currently managing the workers that were doing the framework of the building they were working on. Well Tommy was, Joel was trying to keep calm while talking to the construction manger.

“Look all I’m saying is we should be getting paid more since we’re working more hours than what we were told we would be working, don’t you think.” The construction manger has been going back and forth with Joel for about 10 minutes now, way too long for Joel’s liking.

“No, I don’t. Especially since the reason we’re in this situation is because you guys didn’t do your jobs right in the first place. You’re lucky you’re still gettin’ paid the amount that was agreed upon.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that if you and your guys spent as much time working as you do talking and taking breaks you probably would’ve done your jobs right the first time, and we wouldn’t be in this situation, or behind a day.” The manger didn’t take too kindly to that statement, and Joel was so close to losing his nerve until he was saved by the bell, literally. Right before he was about to tell the construction manager that he can stick it where the sun don’t shine, his phone started ringing.

Joel sighed while taking his phone out of the carrying case to see it was the preschool calling much to his confusion. He didn’t even notice the construction manager was still talking.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Take it up with Tommy.” He said while waving him off and answering his phone. “Hello.”

“Mr. Miller.”

“Yeah.”

“This is Elizabeth, (Y/n)’s teacher. We need you to come to the school.” Joel immediately sighs, dragging his hand over his face.

“What’d she do?” He replies in an exhausted tone. He never gets calls from your schools unless it’s to let him know he needed to bring a change of clothes for you. All the preschoolers have to have an extra pair of clothes that’s to be kept in the classroom just in case the kids have an accident or something. But you’ve been acting out a lot lately, and he wouldn’t be surprised if it was for something like that.

“It may be better for you to come up to the school so we can explain it to you face-to-face.” Joel didn’t like the way this was sounding. It was hard for him to pinpoint the emotion that was coming off her voice, which worried him more.

“Okay, I’m on my way.” He sighed while hanging up the phone. He walked over to Tommy who looks like he actually did tell the construction manager to shove it, going off the look on the of their faces. “Tommy, I need you to watch over everything here for a while.”

“What’s goin’ on?”

“That was (Y/n)’s school, they need me to go up there.”

“Is everything okay with bun’?”

“I don’t know her teacher wouldn’t tell me anything. I’m sure she’s fine, she probably just got into it with a kid in her class again.”

“Okay, call me when you find out what’s goin’ on.”

“I will. Alright I’m off, and make sure they actually do their job correctly this time.”

“I got it, go on.”

After that Joel made his way to the truck. Even though he says he’s sure she’s fine, he couldn’t help but worry about you. The tone of your teacher didn’t sound good at all. She sounded worried. And sad? Were you sick? He could deal with a common cold, but your teachers tone indicated something worse than that. And there has been a deadly virus going around the world, it hasn’t made it to America yet at least that’s what they’re telling everyone. But what if it has made it over seas? There’s no cure for it, and what if you had it? That couldn’t happen, to you or Sarah. He wouldn’t know what he would do if he lost one of you. No. Stop. That’s not going to happen. That would never happen. He hates when his mind gets like this, but as a single father the need to protect the two of you is the most important thing to him, and that makes him worry even more because that’s something he can’t ever fail at, and he doesn’t even want to think what’ll happen if he does.

He gets out of the truck and speed walks towards your classroom. He had gotten into his own head, but there’s something inside of him that’s telling him this is as serious as it feels.

“Mr. Miller.” He turns upon hearing his name being called, seeing your teacher standing in the doorway of the office.

“Where is she?” He asks as he makes his way to her. Once he got close enough he realized the tone in her voice wasn’t sadness, but pity? Why would she pity him, and where were you?

“She’s in the principals office. But! But before you go in we should probably explain what happened and why.” She said stopping him from brushing past her.

“What did she get into a fight with another kid or somethin’?” Joel ask impatiently.

“No-”

“Okay, then it can wait.” He moves to fast for her to stop and walks into the principals office to see you sitting in a chair with dried tear stain down your cheeks. He quickly kneeled in front of you gently grasping your hands in his.

“What’s wrong, babygirl. What happened?”

“I wanna go home.” You mumbled

“Ok, you want to tell me why?”

“Mr. Miller, we really need to talk to you.” The principal finally spoke up motioning to the officer hallway. He huffed as he stood up and followed the principal out, but not before he kissed your forehead and told you that he would be back.

“Okay, what’s so important that you had to drag me away from my daughter, who’s been crying? And why is she crying? I swear if that Richardson kid put her hands on her again-” He was annoyed with everyone at this point everyone besides you obviously, he just doesn’t understand why they couldn’t tell him while he comforted his daughter.

“We’re sorry, Mr. Miller. We just didn’t want to make her think that she was in trouble, we just got her to calm down.”

“So, she’s fine?”

“Physically, yes.”

“What? What does that mean?”

“Ms. Elizabeth?” The principal could he was getting upset so she found it best to let your teacher explain what happened.

“Mr. Miller.”

“Would y’all stop calling my damn name and actually tell what the hell’s going on with my daughter?

“Well (Y/n) has been in an agitated mood all day, but that’s not the problem. Uhm, the kids just got back from lunch about 30 to 40 minutes ago, and after they eat I usually let them have play time before I start their last lesson for the day before nap time. Today during play time (Y/n) had a little outburst.” Elizabeth knew she was beating around the bush, but that’s because she has heard this conversation happen many times with other teachers and parents and most often than not the parents don’t respond to well.

“Little outburst?”

“Well not really an outburst, but more of a meltdown. This is the special needs teacher, Ms. Thomson, and a friend of mine so I know what signs to look out for in a child. And (Y/n) has been showing these signs since the beginning of the year. They can be overlooked especially in girls and be seen as ‘normal’ and in a way it is. For her anyway.”

“What are you talking about? Signs for what?” Joel asked in frustrated tone.

Ms. Elizabeth look over at the special needs teacher to nervous to continue, and to make sure that she’s positive of (Y/n)’s condition. To which her friend responded with a nod.

“We think (Y/n) has autism. And before you say anything, the signs are all there. I’ve been watching her since her first day of becoming my student. And we highly recommend that she be tested.”

“What? She’s not autistic. I think I would know if my daughter had autism. Look at her, does she look autistic to you?”

“Autism doesn’t always have a look Mr. Miller, and just because she doesn’t have a physical disablement doesn’t mean she’ll be any less autistic than someone with one. That’s why we recommend getting her tested to find out how far she is on the spectrum.”

“You sound so sure that, that’s what it is. How did y’all come up with autism from her having a ‘meltdown’? And what do you mean by meltdown?”

“Well after I sent the kids to go off and begin playing I noticed (Y/n) hadn’t moved from the table, she just sat there, covering her ears with tears in her eyes. She had been in that position since they came back from lunch. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me the other kids were being too loud. But before I could offer a solution the students behind us started screaming louder than what they were, which triggered somewhat of chain reaction with the rest of the class, so I turned around make sure everything was ok but when I that’s when (Y/n) ran to the bathroom and locked herself in. I had to send the other kids to sit in a classroom with another teacher. (Y/n) was crying. Sobbing. When I unlocked the door she was sitting in the corner squeezing the sides of her head so hard it looked painful. All to try and block out the world because it was too much for her. It broke my heart to see her like that because (Y/n) is sweetest little girl I’ve ever met, and to see her in pain like, any child, it’s a hard thing to see. I had to wrestle with her a little to keep her from hurting herself, but I was able to get her calm enough to sit her in my lap and have her hold onto me while I called Ms. Thomson, who was able to calm her further until she reassociated with everything around her.

“Pain?” That’s when the special needs teacher finally decided to step in and say something.

“It’s called a sensory overload, Mr. Miller. It’s very common in the Autism Spectrum. It’s when someone on the spectrum becomes to overwhelmed with the world around them, and if they can’t find some kind of outlet from everything more than likely it’s going to cause a break down in one way or another.”

“That doesn’t mean she’s autistic-“

“Mr. Miller. Does (Y/n) walk on her tippy toes?

“Yeah, but all babies do that.”

“How does she act when she is in a large crowd or around someone she doesn’t know.” Ms. Thomson was completely calm while asking these questions. Knowing that getting agitated or saying something wrong could keep you from getting the help you need.

“The same as any other kid.”

“Does she get in mood where she doesn’t want to talk or just can’t talk in general?”

“Ok look, you’re only naming things all kids do.”

“Yes, but like every thing else on the spectrum there’s a line where it occurs more than it should. Let me ask you one more question Mr. Miller.

He doesn’t even reply he only took a breath to let her know he didn’t want to talk about the topic anymore. Still in denial, even after everything they just told him.

“Does she tend to twitch, or repeat her movements? Have you ever seen her stiffen or strain her body?” Joel didn’t even reply.

“Your silence speaks volumes Mr. Miller. Please, get her tested. It will help her make it in a society that wasn’t made for her. Giving her benefits she can use to even the playing field with neurotypicals. Don’t you think she deserves that?” Joel really didn’t want to accept this. Knowing that if you are autistic, you’ll face more difficulties in life. All because you were different. Difficulties you’re already facing, he just didn’t want to admit it.

“What do I need do to get her tested?” Joel asked after his little debate. All he can hope that the test comes out as negative, but that’s a long shot, given the special needs teacher already seems so sure, the test was just to confirm it.

Ms. Thomson who was smiling after hearing his agreement answered him. “Nothing, I already have an appointment set up for her with a neurodevelopmental pediatrician, who is also a good friend of mine. So, as soon as she finishes with the evaluation you will get the results. I just needed your approval.”

“Okay. Uh, thank you.”

“No problem.”

“Is it ok if I take her home?” Joel ask looking towards your teacher.

“Yes, I think that’s the best thing for her right now. Being in her safe space with all her things will help her get some much needed rest. I will write down the appointment information and what you’ll need for the evaluation and put it in her backpack for you.”

“Thank you.” After that Joel walked back into the office to see you playing with one of the pens on the principals desk in one hand and your head laying on top of the other. “Hey babygirl. You want to go home?” He asked as he kneeled in front of the chair, while making sure to keep his voice at a low level. Once you nodded he stood up, gently grabbed your hand, and the two of you went to get your bag and appointment information.

January 20, 2003 - 1:00 p.m.

Joel and Tommy were on their lunch break at a burger place when Joel’s phone started ringing. He cleaned his hands and took his phone out it’s carrying case before answering. “Hello?”

“Is this Joel Miller?” A woman’s voice.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, good. This is Tonia, the neurodevelopmental pediatrician that did (Y/n)’s evaluation.”

“Right, so what were the results?”

“Well, the documents are ready for you to come and get them, and I will break everything down once you get here, if you want.”

“Uhhhh yeah, I’ll be there in about 20-25 minutes.”

“Ok, see you then. Bye bye.”

“Bye. Get up Tommy, we gotta go.”

“I’m still eatin’”

“Tommy, bring it with you. Jesus.” Joel mumbled as he rolled his eyes at his younger brother.

They made it to the building, and Joel was doing his best to remember the way to the correct office while also trying to calm his anxious mind. When they made it to the office, Joel knocked on the door frame of the open door before walking in Tonia’s office.

“Here you go.” She said as she handed the papers to Joel who noticed it was about 15 pages.

“Wha-what am I looking at?” He asked looking up at the pediatric who let out a low chuckle, she gets the same reaction from almost all of the parents she encounters.

“Well first things first, I’ve concluded (Y/n) does have ASD. She is what we call a high-functioning autistic, and I came up with that diagnosis based on her teacher’s observations, your own, and from the activities I had her to do. The evaluation explains everything of what that means in detail like her sensitivity to sounds, her not liking to touch certain things, lack of social skills, etcétera.”

“So, what does this mean for her?”

“Well, she can stay in Ms. Elizabeth’s class, there’s no need to move her to the special needs class permanently. But she does have special education, and all that means is that Ms. Thomson will take her in her classroom to help her find ways to calm herself when she feels herself getting overstimulated. Or if she can’t and Ms. Elizabeth sees she is getting overwhelmed or she tells Ms. Elizabeth she’s getting overwhelmed they’ll send her to Ms. Thomson class or a quiet place for her to calm down. And maybe she’ll even have better luck with making friends in the special needs classroom than she does in her regular class. And education wise it means when she gets test she can go to a different classroom to take it and she’ll be able receive more time on any tests she has to take as well.” She looked up from her notes, making sure she got all the main checkpoints, but when she did Joel’s face told her everything she needed to know.

“Mr. Miller, the worst thing you can do for her is to feel bad for her. There’s no reason too.”

“No reason to? The whole point of this was to make sure she gets the help she needs to keep up with everyone else.”

“No, the reason for this was to make sure she had the help if and when she needs it. Academically (Y/n) is one of the smartest kids in her class, actually in her grade. It might take more effort, but she’s keeping up with her classmates. Some of the worst things you can do is pity her, hold her back due to being overprotective, or use it as an excuse to make her seem more fragile. I’m not saying she’s not going to have challenges because she is, but all you have to do is stay beside and make sure she keeps working at it till she gets it. And stay way from describing her condition as ‘slow’ or ‘retarded’. And you can’t punish her because of her stimming or overstimulated behavior. Not saying that you would! I mean- you just wouldn’t believe how many parents would get agitated and angry about things their child can’t control, but I’m sure you’ll be fine. You’re attentive to her, and that’s something she’s going to need from you growing up.” Joel nodded in understanding still skimming through the evaluation packet.

“Thank you for doing this in such short notice.”

“No problem. She’s one of the sweetest kids I’ve met. And cutest.” That caused a smile to appear on Joel’s face. He hasn’t been able to smile much since Thursday, always thinking about you and the whole situation. Which has been weighing on his mind literally 24/7.

“Thank you for this, you have a nice day.” He said before turning around to leave out the office.

“You as well.” She replied also smiling at Tommy, who smiled and winked back, reaching his goal of getting her to laugh.

Joel barely made through the door before Sarah hit him with a “what’d she say?”

“Uhhh- where’s (Y/n)? And how’d you know she called?”

“She called the house phone first. And (Y/n) is upstairs, I just got her out the tub, which she didn’t like, at all.”

“She didn’t want to get out?”

“No, she didn’t want to get in. But she should be finished putting on her pajamas by now.”

“Ok, go get her and I’ll tell y’all the results.”

“Ok.” Sarah ran upstairs to get you, when you both got down stairs and sat on the couch, Sarah sat on the right side of Joel, and he picked you up and sat you on his lap tucking you into his side.

“How was school today, honey.” Joel turning his head towards you.

“Good. Ms. Elizabeth gave me headphones to put on my ears when everything got too loud again.”

“Did she? That was real nice of her.”

“Yeah. How was your day, daddy?”

“It was really good, babygirl. Thank you for asking.” The smile you gave him made his whole day. He thought back to what the pediatrician said about not pitying you because that’s not something you need from him. Looking at you now he realized she was right. He’s going to do his best to give you what you need. Whatever it may be, and he knows you’re going to grow into a smart and beautiful woman. He reached down and kissed your temple getting laugh out of you, a sound he would never get tired of.

Joel turned his towards Sarah, about to ask her how her day went stopped him before he started.

“My day was fine, the same. What did she say?” Joel paused for a second before he chuckled at her before pointing to the where he sat the evaluation.

“That’s the paper, she gave me that explains everything.” He blinked and Sarah had the papers in her hand, while she started reading he turned back to you to explain everything to you somehow.

“Ok babygirl. Do you remember test you had to take with the lady a few days ago?” After you nodded he continued. “You remember she told you it’s going let us know if you think differently than everybody else?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it turns out you do.”

“Is that bad?”

“No! No, no, no. It’s not bad at all, and don’t let anyone tell you that it is. Ok?”

“Ok.”’

“All it means is some things may be a little harder or more overwhelming to you than other people, but it also means better at other things too.”

“Like what?”

“Like being artistic, and solving puzzles. But it also means you can be smarter than others in your class. You may have to learn some things in a different way, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be smarter. You already are. Ms. Elizabeth told me you were one of the smartest people in your grade.”

“She did!?”

“She did.”

“Wow.” You whispered in awe.

“Yeah, that’s a big deal, and daddy is so proud of you. You remember that, ok? No matter how big you get.”

“I promise, daddy.”

“Good. I love you babygirl.” He said, pressing another kiss to your temple.

“I love you too, daddy.” You said placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Awwwww, that’s so sweet. What are we eating for dinner? I’m hungry.” Sarah interrupted and Joel huffed out a laughed placing a quick kiss on her temple as well.

“I’m proud of you too baby.”

“I know, dad.” She said softly smiling.

“How about we go out for dinner? I really don’t feel like cookin’.”

“Fine with me. Come on (Y/n), let’s go put some clothes on.”

“Okay!” You said as you jumped up from Joel’s lap and ran off to catch up to your big sister.

A/n: Long story short the story was too long🤭🙇‍♀️😭 so I decided to split it into two parts. I hope you guys enjoy, sorry I took so long. But I love you guys for being patient, I really appreciate it.

#joel miller x autistic!reader #joel miller x platonic!reader #joel miller x daughter!reader #joel miller x reader #hbo tlou #tlou fanfiction #A New Diagnosis #joel miller x autistic!daughter!reader #joel miller x autistic daughter!reader

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strangesthirdeye · 4 months

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Being short and married to Ineffable Hubbys would include:

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way. Pretend that episode 6 never existed

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-Sometimes people would wonder if you are their daughter judging how short you are compared to those two giants. Besides, with your 'baby' face that makes you look like a child, you become one of the wonders among people.

-But when people find out that you are actually in a polygamy relationship with Crowley and Aziraphale, they surely surprise like hell.

-Those celestials being very protective of you claiming that you are very precious to them, although they actually think you are cute with how short you are to reach high places or try to kiss their cheeks or lips.

-Other than that, claiming that people will talk bad about you being in love with two older men or miss understanding with your height that makes you look like their child

-Overall, you just let it go and enjoy your life as long as they are with you.

-Crowley being the tallest one in the relationship always teases your height and often calls you Nightingale claiming it is the smallest and shortest bird. Although there are actually many other short and small birds out there. He wanted to say that you are beautiful and cute but ended up saying that you are small and short instead.

-While Aziraphale.. Oh, Aziraphale's heart always flutters when he sees you bounce around the bookshop with new book in your hands in an attempt to show him your new book or when you need him to reach something in a high place. He's always encouraged or praised you whenever you're feeling a bit down.

-But squealing like a fan girl silently when you try to reach his hands for comfort or just want to play his hands

-Back to Crowley, he always picks you up and kisses your cheek or lips or forehead while you struggle to release yourself from his hold. You look like a koala looking at the way you are clinging to him with your legs dangling on his waist. He doesn't mind as he finds it quite adorable.

-Crowley is not that type of person? demons? who shows PDA in public but when it comes to you holding his hands when walking together in the park he openly lets you hold his hands.

-While Aziraphale is the opposite, he is often the first person to seek your hands. He likes to play with your hands or just compared how big his hands are with yours. Often caresses your hand without realizing it whenever he holds your hand.

-When it comes to sleep, you are the middle person who will be embraced by both celestials. Them being big on the bed will embrace you with their arms making you look small between them.

-Crowley mostly the one who will hug your stomach while Aziraphale is the one who will hug you and Crowley, showing that he is a cuddle person in this relationship.

-Overall, they are good husbands

#prime video #good omens 2 #crowley good omens x reader #crowly x aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x reader #aziraphale #aziraphale x reader x crowley #crowley x reader #crowley #good omens x reader #good omens #aziracrow #azicrow #david tennant #micheal sheen #Spotify #ineffable husbands #ineffable husband x reader

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ifearzombies · 11 months

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Even More Headcanons About Living In The HoL

First post here: [x]

Second post here: [x]

- You have purchased a fridge for your room for personal snacks and drinks that you don’t want to share. You... still end up sharing. Beel’s pouty face is hard to say no to.

- You also have a microwave. You tend to keep a few boxes of popcorn for Beel in your room. It’s cheap and easy so he can normally snack on that for quite a bit before he needs something more substantial.

- Because you have a fridge, Asmo got a mini one for his room to store his products in so that Beel would stop eating them and thinking they were snacks.

- You cannot and do not watch Food Network or shows about food. The shows tend to make you hungry. They make Beelzebub absolutely feral and after trying to watch a cooking competition show he ate the entire refrigerator. Not just the food. The ACTUAL fridge. Lucifer was glad that you said ‘never again’ and never had to make it an official rule.

- Satan’s room occasionally gets so disastrous he sleeps in your room. Until Lucifer figures out the reason why and forces him to spend time cleaning his room.

- For the Wheelchair races (the electric one Dia bought you and Luce bought for household shenanigans), the overall winner is Luke. He’s so light the chair zips around pretty quickly. Belphie is second. Last place is Beel. He’s so much muscle, the wheelchair can barely move when he gets on it.

- You were fortunate enough to witness one of the very rare times Lucifer and Satan got physical in their fights. This would normally be horrific. However the two LITERALLY butted heads with their horns out and the two got tangled up and you recorded the two of them trying to untangle themselves before finally telling them they can just go back to human form. They had been too upset to think of that solution.

- Levi figured out you have a tail kink and now whenever he’s in the mood, he’s started to poke at you with his tail. Wrapping it around your leg, poking your side... He’s slowly getting more assertive with it. It stopped for awhile when Mammon realized what Levi was doing and teased him, but a proper shaming of Mammon and reassurance to Levi fixed that.

- Mammon has discovered Disney and he loves every single Disney Princess movie. He ugly cries during a lot of them (Mulan was the roughest cry). His favorite is Mulan because her love for her family led her to great dangers. So he relates to her the most.

- Belphie has told you exactly how entwined he and Beel’s twin link is. He’s described exact food he’s eating. And even can describe what sexual acts you and Beel are doing and that it makes him jealous when he can feel it. He was surprised you found it strange, but you did tell him that human twins don’t have links that strong.

- You HAVE had serious discussions with ALL of your loved ones about the day where circumstances and life or position (for Diavolo) where you might have to choose one of them to marry. Truthfully, none of the conversations have ended on particularly happy notes. They have been understanding; just sad. The overall consensus is that it’d be down to Solomon, Lucifer, or Diavolo. Solomon because the two of you ARE human. And you two would be a power couple of Human Realm ambassadors. Lucifer because the way your pact with him works is you belong to him (something that actually really upset everyone when they found out). And Diavolo because he is the Prince of the Devildom and if the two of you wed it would solidify the relationship of the three realms being in good enough a situation where an inter-species marriage to royalty is not just possible, but accepted. Right now, there is no pressure to choose. No one wants you to (accept maybe Solomon) because it means they lose an aspect of you that they’re not willing to. Simeon was extremely upset he was not one of the top contenders, but he couldn’t even advocate for him to be since he knew their marriage wouldn’t be allowed in the Celestial Realm.

- You and Solomon discussed it and he’s made you immortal like him. No one wants to lose you. And you don’t want to lose them.

- Your family has messaged you from the human realm and asked if you can see departed loved ones. You asked Diavolo about it and It would be possible. But after talking to Lucifer and the brothers, you figured it was best you didn’t.

- You and Asmo have started to listen to reddit drama stories while pampering yourselves. Asmo’s a very gossip-y person so having real drama to listen to makes his day and he gets to talk to you about it while you get your nails done.

- You no longer buy food-like squeakies for Cerberus. Not after Beel ate the burger one and had squeaking hiccups.

- You’ve told Lucifer about Kong toys. He was overjoyed that there was super-durable dog toys he went to the Human Realm and bought a bunch for Cerberus. It was the happiest you’d seen the dog(s?) in a little while.

- Barbatos learned of your tail kink and when he’s feeling cheeky, he’ll go to demon form around you and move his tail. He gives you a knowing smirk when you blush.

- You took Beel to the Human Realm and took him to a food court at a mall and went and took him to each place at the Food court. He was so happy he teared up a little.

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mageofseven · 1 year

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Demon brothers and side characters react to Luke who has puppy crush on MC

Aww this is so cute~

However, I want to let you know that I will not be including any newer characters. I never finished the first game because I lost the login info a long while ago so I never got to read when characters like Raph and Thirteen(?) were added.

So just to clarify, I will only ever write for the Brothers and Former Undatables until such a time comes where the newer characters are in NB and I can get familiar with them.

But anyway! On with the post~

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Lucifer:

Is more or less unbothered by it.

I mean, little kids get crushes; it happens.

He's seen his brothers go through the same as kids in the celestial realm

So he expects no different from Luke.

His opinion remains the same even if Lucifer is dating MC.

He's a bit annoyed if Luke's puppy crush causes the boy to become a bit possessive of MC though.

Mammon:

Tries to pretend it doesn't bother him

But it does.

I mean, that kid is always hanging off of MC and following them around.

When can the Great Mammon just have time with his human and only his human?

If Mammon and MC are dating, you can bet he will be childish enough to fight the young angel for MC's time.

Not like real fighting, but definitely compete with the child.

Maybe even make a bet on who can convince MC to spend the most time with them in a week

Just to end up owing Luke a hefty amount of grimm.

Leviathan:

Is just plain bummed.

Not about Lukey crushing on MC, but because of him taking up so much of their time.

Even if he's dating MC, he won't get competitive with the kid for MC's time.

Boy just sulks.

Luckily, MC notices his sulking and makes an effort to even out their time between Luke and Levi, to the child's disappointment.

Basically, he dislikes Lukey having a crush on MC because it means he gets less time with MC.

Satan:

Like Lucifer, the fourth brother really isn't bothered by it.

At first.

After Luke starts making a habit of dragging MC away while they were spending time together, the wrath demon begins to lose his patience with the angel.

May or may not have threaten the little angel to stop this

Resulting in Luke crying to Simeon, Simeon going to Lucifer, and Satan getting stuck in Lucifer's study while being lectured by the two older men.

Him threatening Luke is more likely if he's dating MC, but even if Satan isn't dating MC, there's still a chance .

It's not the best response to a little boy having his first crush, but hey, this is the Avatar of Wrath we're talking about.

He could have done much worse.

Asmodeus:

Oh Asmo thinks its just so adorable.

I mean, Lukey baby has a crush!

Regardless of whether Asmo is dating MC or not, he won't be upset that they're who Luke likes.

Because of course that sweet angel has a crush on his Dolly! Who wouldn't?

Acts the same as always

Though might be a teensy bit more jealous than he shows if Luke is spending more time with MC than he is.

But its fine! He just joins the two with whatever they are doing.

It bugs Lukey, but MC is happy spending time with them both so it's all good.

Beelzebub:

Honestly took a bit for this man to even realize Luke was crushing on MC.

More likely than not, he finds it out from hearing his other brothers complain about it.

Finds it cute, but doesn't gush about it like Asmo.

Misses spending time with MC as much as he used, but understands why Lukey wants to spend more time with them now.

Sometimes, he will hang out with both of them, but he doesn't force it like Asmo does.

Overall just kinda accepts thats this is how things are for now

And honestly enjoys seeing how happy spending time with MC makes Luke and seeing him practically hang from their arm with a big smile.

The little angel is happy and MC enjoys spending time with him.

That's all that matters to this big guy.

Unlike with the other brothers, Beel's feelings on the situation don't change if he's dating MC.

If his Muffin is happy then he's happy. Simple.

Belphegor:

Okay listen here, you little chihuahua--

Belphie is not a fan of Luke's newfound crush on MC

Especially since he feels the need to wake him and MC up to see if MC will bake with him.

He's done this more than once and this sleepy grump hates it.

If he's dating MC, Belphie hates it even more.

Like ya, ya , puppy crush, right.

How about choosing a different person to crush on?

Unlike Satan, Belphie doesn't threaten the angel; he's just pretty dismissive of him.

"Can MC--" No.

Him and MC get into some arguments about it.

Overall, Belphie's just a big grump about it.

Diavolo:

Like Asmo, finds Luke's crush on MC to be cute.

All kids develop a crush at some point

And with how good MC is with him, it was almost inevitable.

The human is always up for baking with him and listening to him when he learns something new or finds something that her likes.

Not to mention that MC just has a knack of making people feel special, regardless of whether they are an angel, demon, or human.

Overall, not bothered by it in the slightest.

Even if Dia and MC were dating, he still wouldn't mind how often the little boy is dragging them by the hand and filling up their time.

Dia himself is always busy with work so if anything, this man is grateful that the sweet angel is spending so much time with his Queen while he himself can't.

Overall, Dia finds Luke crush on MC to be cute and hopes the two have fun while he works.

Barbatos:

Was quick to notice Luke's little crush.

With that realization came a smile, but otherwise, the butler gave it very little thought.

Afterall, that is Luke's business and not his.

If Barb and MC are dating then the answer is similar to Dia's.

This busy man is just glad his Love is enjoying their time Luke.

Solomon:

Oh this man could tell. Luke wasn't exactly discreet with his crush.

I mean, no child is really discreet when they are crushing on someone.

Plus, he noticed how frequent Luke would join him and MC when they hung out.

Ah childhood.

It's been so long that this wizard couldn't remember much of his own childhood, but he enjoyed watching Luke experience his.

Will lightly tease Luke about it every now and then, but overall is just glad that his little angel friend is happy.

Solomon's view doesn't change, regardless of whether he and MC are dating.

It's just an innocent crush after all.

Simeon:

This man figured it out on his own

But it still meant a lot to him when Luke told him.

Luke told him that he wishes he could marry MC when he's older, but was sad that MC probably won't live long enough to see him him become a grown up.

Simeon comforted the child and told him that was all the more reason to treasure his friendship with the human now.

If Simeon is dating MC, he'll feel a bit awkward about the smaller angel's crush.

I mean, his relationship with MC is a secret after all.

Honestly, he's just worried that if the little boy found out that he'd feel betrayed that his guardian was dating his crush without telling him

But Simeon had to keep it a secret. From everyone. It was the only way to keep MC safe and without drawing the eyes of the Celestial realm upon them.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon

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ddejavvu · 7 months

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Hi! If you’re ever in the mood, maybe could we get Hangman going into a florist shop (maybe to get his mom flowers or something idk) or a bakery and meeting reader who works there and she is just overall really sweet and he pretty much falls head over heels

The man that he has to shoulder past in the doorway makes Jake assume that his breakfast voyage to the new bakery on the coast will be a disastrous one, but one glance from you has him reconsidering.

Your eyes are trained on him from the moment he lumbers through the door, but Jake chooses to think that's because he's so impossibly handsome rather than because he's the only person there. You smile at him with all of the warmth of the pastry oven beside you, but none of the bite of its flame, and he steps up to the counter feeling like he's been sun-kissed.

"Hello, sir." You offer, and your voice is sweet like the glaze drizzled over the cinnamon rolls in your window, "What can I get for you this morning?"

Perhaps if you were different - harsher, maybe, sharper - he'd have asked for your number. But you seem too sweet for a savory one-liner, and he bites his tongue until his spit bleeds hot to restrain himself.

"Uh, just a blueberry muffin and a black coffee-" It takes every ounce of self-control not to call you sugar, the word ironically sour on his tongue, "-please."

"Warmed?" You pause from tapping his order into your computer, gazing curiously at him. He blinks, once, twice, then realizes you mean his muffin rather than his rapidly beating heart, nodding disjointedly.

"Alright," You smile, movements smooth like dough that's been expertly kneaded- not that Jake needs to be thinking about kneading you right now, "I'll have that ready for you in a moment, sir. Uh- military discount?"

You eye his bulging biceps pointedly, spying a tan neckline beneath the zipper of his jacket. His face melts into a dopey smile like butter over pancakes, and he tries keeping his voice similarly smooth when he nods, "Yeah."

"Thank you for your service," You nod before totaling his order up, and even if it's a phrase that's programmed into you, memorized just as diligently as the recipes you bake by, he finds that it means more from you than it ever has from any passing stranger.

He lingers at the counter while your system loads his payment, and keeps his head ducked towards the pin-pad though his eyes wander to your busy form.

You brew his coffee easily, and place his blueberry muffin into the oven with enough care that not a single crumb of the topping falls off. You give it fifteen seconds, then package it in a plastic box, retrieving his coffee and setting it on top. You hand him his two items, one on top of each other, and it means that your fingers linger on the babse of the container and the lid of his coffee cup longer than they need to, just to be sure he's not going to drop the precariously balanced meal.

"Have a nice day, sir." You beam at him with more of that celestial warmth, and the tinkle of a bell means that Jake has to step aside to let a new customer order. Otherwise he thinks he might linger, feet stuck to the floor and elbows growing achy as he leans them against the counter to talk with you while you work. He files the plan away for later, a recipe for a first date, and takes his leave, though not before throwing one last glance at you as he opens the door with his back.

Maybe it's wishful thinking, but he's fairly certain you're looking at the new customer a little more like a stale croissant than the sugary feast you'd seen in Jake.

#jake seresin x reader #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x y/n #hangman #hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman x y/n #hangman fanfiction #hangman imagine #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake hangman seresin fanfiction #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x y/n #top gun x reader #top gun maverick x reader

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melodiousmonsters · 7 months

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I'm just going to start talking about my celestials each month to give you all some low effort and fun(for me) content. Also doing full illustrations of them as well, with some design notes at the end.

My interpretation of loodvigg, named Fhobia Denta Latrostratous (they're one of the three celstials with a full name at the moment) is a fair bit different from other's interpretations of it for extremely personal reasons. They're a tad bit strange, and creepy looking, but overall they are a compassionate (in their own strange way, like almost everything about them) and creative individual that's held as a role model for all shadowkind. They also have a lavender colored ring around their pupils so their eyes aren't fully pink, which is the main difference from the cannon loodvigg, along with the subtly different feathers, lower body, markings on the abdomen, and scales on the arms.

They are generally unexpressive (tonealy, the main way monsters express their emotions) yet VERY emotional. Over the years they gradually became more in control of their emotions due to sheer life experience, but they are still a little more irrational and driven by emotion than most of the other celestials.

They hate being touched, loud sudden/repetitive noises, math, people or things that get too into the meaning of art and other stuff like that, and the texture of a few things like fish meat or coarse fabrics. There are very few things they have a neutral opinion on, one of which is the taste of blood by itself.

They love keeping up their appearance in most situations, for example, their hair isn't naturally like that, they use their saliva like hair jell and specifically style it to look like that, also they would be absolutely rancid smelling and filthy with their diet of fresh meat and preferred locals of wet warm caves. They spend a lot of time cleaning themselves, which is extremely rare for monsters. They also like eating more than your average monster, they eat like a toddler because of how preoccupied with eating they get, collecting/making taxidermy and other oddities, and all critters, especially invertebrates though.

They are majorly interested in biological sciences, specifically preservation and taxonomy. They gave the celestials and dof era monsters/critters their scientific names(no I don't have scientific names for the celestials yet, I've kinda ran out of ideas for scientific names tbh). They happen to spend a lot of their time in a very large cave network with a lot of different types of caves that make good enclosures for keeping critters to study.

They care a lot about the other celestials as they are siblings and gets very angry if something bad happens to them, only if they feel it's undeserved, their empathy is a bit wacky and inconsistent.

Also most shadow monsters tend to share in its odd mannerisms, sometimes the behaviors show up in completely non shadow affiliated monsters and no one knows why.

Disclaimer (I think that's the right word), yes you guessed right, Fhobia and the large majority of the shadow monsters are autistic, the term isn't used in universe as the monsters don't have a word for autism as they aren't that into psychology and "the way that monster is" has worked in place of a proper word historically, monsters aren't into categorizing others.

as for design notes and process here it is! all the stuff in red boxes are final.

#my singing monsters #beezleart #art #melodious monster chronicles #loodvigg #fhobia denta latrostratous

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i dunno if this has been asked before, but i kinda wanted to splurge a little bit.

how and where does azure lion and the other animal celestials play a part in the BEW au? or even TAB AU. my personal idea on it could be that azure uses reader kind of as leverage against wukong, while as in TAB maybe reader is used to cause a rift between the brothers so that azure has an easier time murking wukong.

alright, so. the big bad brotherhood. they mostly just play the part of extra soldiers and sovereigns in wukongs conquests, his own little war council. im gonna go with the idea that the betrayal hasn't happened, since wukong doesn't get recruited by heaven in the base versions of these aus

(ive said before that, at least in bad end, the brotherhood wouldn't bother with reader too much. buuuut i don't think i specified what they're like in TAB and their reaction to their comrades marrying reader.)

peng (the bitch) doesn't much care for reader. they wonder why the all-powerful wukong is bothering with a human. they likely make a snide comment or two when wukong first introduces her to them at a meeting, which wukong (and macaque) immediately shut down with threats of violence. mac especially doesn't tolerate peng being an ass to his wife; his hatred for the winged menace is potent. luckily the bird demon is catty, not stupid; and surprisingly, they learn to keep their beak shut about their leader's wife. this leads to them largely ignoring her. reader doesn't like them much either, but tries to be polite.

yellowtusk feels pity for reader. he knows she didn't exactly become queen of flower fruit mountain willingly, and believes that she would be happier with other humans. but he's not called "wise" for nothing; he won't be lifting a finger to help her. even as strong as he is, he knows he stands no chance against the two simian warlords. regardless, he's polite to reader and will speak with her about the various topics that she's read about. he's a surprisingly good conversationalist.

demon bull king is ambivalent towards reader. he knows what it's like to want someone outside your station, so he doesn't say anything negative to wukong about it. he'll speak to reader if she speaks to him, and is overall polite (seeing as she is technically a queen and he has a lot of respect for wukong), if not very gruff when doing so.

azure lion is the only one who would be actively kind to reader, the only one who would speak with her like a true equal. despite his status as a once-celestial soldier, demonic sovereign, and a general of the infamous monkey kings' demon army...he still has a soft spot for mortal civilians. if a platoon of the monkey king's army is passing through, one would hope that he's leading it. less innocent blood is spilt when the lion general is at the helm.

its because of this that he was concerned when wukong introduced reader to him. what was a human doing on flower fruit mountain? she's married to the monkey king? she seemed...very uncomfortable in the presence of her husband. the lion demon knows that she was likely frightened by the two monkey warlords' use of "demonic courting tactics" and introduced himself gently. the fact that she responded to him (considering his size and appearance) without too much hesitancy, was able to bow politely and look him in the eyes despite all she'd likely been through at the hands of his brothers–he couldn't help but admire her bravery.

azure is aware that his sworn simian brothers are unconventional in many aspects of their life, so the fact that the two of them would marry a human (the same human, no less) isn't too surprising. the two are of one mind, and azure has made a tentative peace with the ruthless way his brothers conduct their business.

...but he can't help but feel sympathy for reader. she didn't choose this life for herself, though he can see the lingering affection she has for wukong and macaque. and once he gets to know her (an occasional talk outside the council room while the warlords are busy discussing strategy, a close seating at a banquet, or during a party on the mountain), azure begins to understand why they chose this woman. a fondness grows in his heart for the quiet human who is kind to him despite knowing what he's done.

he won't say it aloud, but...had it been him who'd been found and tended to by reader, azure couldn't be sure he wouldn't have made the same choice as his brothers.

#twice as bad au #bad end wukong #lion's den au

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celiosal · 2 years

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Affectionate !

pairings - diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon x reader synopsis - things they do to show their love for you (s/o headcanons).

writing contains : fluff, established relationship, gender neutral (lmk if I made a mistake!), possible ooc, headcanons, suggestive (barbatos), not proofread (will be as soon time comes), a tiny bit of swearing (only in solomon’s, if it bothers you)

a/n - I had a little bit of free time and an idea so enjoy!

DIAVOLO

⌙ Diavolo would be the type who would spoil you so much to the point where Mammon would start crying with the amount of stuff you have.

⌙ Anything you look at, it will be bought. There's no saving it.

⌙ He also loves giving you plushies, like this one time he bought you a sheep plushie.

⌙ He also provides the best for you, oh you're hungry? A full course meal that is enough to fill up a moderate amount of Beel's stomach (before the void appears again).

⌙ Your muscles are sore? He orders the best chiropractor to relax them before hiring a massage person to push the remaining tension out.

⌙ Dia will always make time for you, if he's working you can just sit in his lap while his arms wrap around you. He'd be hugging you while doing paperwork.

⌙ Sometimes you wake up with him cuddling you from behind, head buried in your neck with soft breaths tickling your skin.

⌙ He also loves to take you on expensive dates, they all come with acts of love!

⌙ If you ever get hurt, he'll treat you with utmost care, as if you're a feather. If the wound was caused by a demon, well let's just say they'll never see light in the Devildom again and he'll make sure for it.

⌙ Overall, he just loves you so much and won't stop.

BARBATOS

‣ As a butler, he has his duties. Although on somedays, you get the chance to spend time with him.

‣ He loves cooking with you, baking especially. Exploring new recipes to be made and you two always have the most fun.

‣ Barbatos, any chance he gets, invites you to go shopping for materials.

‣ He enjoys brewing teas with and for you, if you have a favorite be sure to expect seeing it often.

‣ The butler also loves to pamper you, a bit more than Diavolo does.

‣ He always makes sure you are in the best condition possible, always checking in on you when completing his tasks.

‣ He loves to caress your hand, thumb gliding over your skin rubbing in slow, smooth circles.

‣ Holding hands is a thing you two do a lot, his warm gloves enveloping your skin in warmth. (Especially in bed)

‣ Quick, chaste kisses happen every so often, the taste of some type of tea lingering on your lips.

SIMEON

✴︎ He's a very caring boyfriend, and will also do anything to make you happy.

✴︎ He also loves cooking with you, it's one of his favorite hobbies and enjoys doing it with you.

✴︎ There's really nothing that he doesn't like, he's perfectly fine with doing anything with the exception of harming you in any way.

✴︎ I headcanon that as an angel, they also have the abilities to control dreams, so whenever he sees you tossing and rolling on the bed he can just switch your nightmare to a peaceful dream.

✴︎ He's also one to cherish relationship anniversaries and special dates, he just can't get enough of you.

✴︎ Simeon actually takes you to the celestial realm sometimes, it's quite fun meeting the other angels although you never had the chance to meet Michael because of the fact that he's always busy (somehow).

✴︎ You two always cuddle before falling asleep into each other's arms. There's always something about cuddling that lulls you to sleep

✴︎ He was worried about your safety at times, so he gave you a necklace with a crystal that contains the power to summon him (and as a gift, as well as to show everyone you’re his).

SOLOMON

✡︎ Solomon is one of the more bolder s/o's. Quite flirtatious if I say so myself.

✡︎ You'll get teased a lot by this boy, it's relentless.

✡︎ Don't worry though, he makes up for it. He gives you whatever you wish for.

✡︎ He likes to study magic, it's always better when studying with you though. Sometimes he drags you to stay with him while he's conducting experiments.

✡︎ On some occasions, you two will go on an anime marathon, only if he has time though!

✡︎ He creates things from magic although he usually doesn't have a use for them so he gives them to you as a gift.

✡︎ Likes to give hugs from behind, he just loves the shocked expression that appears on your face. At times, you get flustered and the next thing you know you see a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

✡︎ In more intimate days, he'll hold your hand. Your fingers will nearly always be entangled with his.

✡︎ You two often do it in public, he really doesn't mind it at all. He tolerates PDA.

✡︎ He usually stays up late, if you fall asleep before him, he makes sure you're cozy and warm before going back to work/whatever he was doing.

✡︎ He also respects your boundaries, being that he doesn't want to bind his lover nor be bound by him.

✡︎ Quite forgetful when it comes to special days, so please forgive him! He'll try his best to make it up for you!

Reblogs are highly appreciated ♥️

#✏️ - celi writes #☆ - obey me #diavolo x reader #simeon x reader #solomon x reader #obey me fanfic #obey me fluff #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #solomon #diavolo #simeon #barbatos x reader #barbatos #gender neutral!reader #obey me headcanons #suggestive possibly #obey me side characters #obey me side characters x reader

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salaciousdoll · 1 year

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Trading Places- Multi JJK Men

━━ ༉⁩༊⁩ Pairings : Geto, Gojo, Sukuna, Toji, Hiromi, and Nanami x Cloned! Fem!reader

━━ ༉⁩༊⁩ Encapsulation : if she won’t remove herself, you’ll do it

━━ ༉⁩༊⁩ Tw : Smut, Dacryphilla, Somnophillia, Dub-Con, Dark!content, vi0lence, G0re( just a little), cigarette smoking, latex gloves used for pussy inspection, anal play, pet names, pussy eating, dick sucking, plot with smut, story turned to HC’s, double penetration, Gojo and Geto are bi-sexual here, mxm( just in geto/ Gojo part), squirting, split-tongue Sukuna, assimilating to the pass wife life, clone mention, dr*g mentions( only in the backstory), lube use, house wife reader, chubby reader hint, just overall smutty headcannons.

━━ ༉⁩༊⁩ WC : 4.5k

18+ Barbies Allowed

This idea was in my mind for some time, but I thank @toji-bunny-girl for coming to me for her kinktober collab, it was a honor to join

You envied your doppelgänger or should you say “ clone”. She had everything you desired and more. She had seven men fawning over her and obeying at her feet so why couldn’t you have that. Was it because of her smile? Was it because the way her feet graced the earth’s surface so celestially?

She physically and emotionally irks you because she got the life that you deserved. You were an complete bitch to everyone. You had a reason, it was your own reason too. Whether it was extreme or simple, it’s the reason behind your atrocious behavior towards everyone.

You manipulated a lot of people in order to get your way so manipulating her and her men will be as easy as cutting a piece of pie . Maybe you should hang her organs as Halloween decorations in front of their lawn, but that would be too extreme. You couldn’t do that to the “nicest woman” you have ever seen from a distance. You constantly watched her and you’re doing it now while she walked with a polka dot sundress on with black flats surrounding her feet. God! Did she have terrible taste in clothing, it was almost pitiful to see her dress like a common woman in the 1950s era. She radiates housewife energy and you hoped once you took her place, you didn’t have to become a housewife like her. Deep down you know that the thought is ludacris on your end.

They liked her for what exactly? What did she have that you didn’t have? You’ll never get the answer to that question. But never say never right.

You followed her into her garden in the green field expressing itself with all types of flowers, dandelions, and other garden accessories. You finally got her in your grasp and you weren’t gonna miss this opportunity, “ Why have you been following me?”

To say you were shocked was an understatement, but it never displayed as an expression on your face. You smirked at the back of her head before pulling your hoodie off your head, “ I think you know why, sweetie.”

She quickly turned around when she heard a voice similar to hers, gasping loudly at the sight of you, “ Whatever joke or prank this is, this isn’t funny because why do you have a mask of my face?” God! She was a classy Bimbo! You noted that thought to yourself.

You rolled your eyes stepping towards her in your own pair of shoes/heels/ boots, “ Let’s skip the dumbness and theatrics, k’? I want your life. Your lifestyle but you could keep the shitty fashion statement you got going on. Not my style especially with the bad eyelashes and liner you have on. Now we could do this the easy or hard way? I’ll be a good person today and let you choose.”

“ Wait what?! Why are you doing this? I didn’t do anything to anyo-”, you snapped her chin up allowing her to bite her tongue with a cry of pain slipping out her pretty-pouty lips. You didn’t care how much she looked at you with innocence dancing in her eyes with bliss, she took everything from you and you were about to take it right back while making her life a living hell.

A vicious grin crossed your lips, “ don’t act innocent, y/n or should I call you your real name: Stephanie. You are supposed to be in my spot and you know that. Don’t worry I’ll take care of you and then I get my life back. I’m supposed to be in your shoes, not these. You are supposed to be in mine yet you just had to switch places with me when the scientist was about to do his final experiment.”

You continued on speaking, circling around her shaking body, “ you have brought nothing but terror and agony in my life all because you managed to fool the scientist after giving me a drug, which almost took away my ability to speak, yet you didn’t care, so I don’t care about this.” You grabbed the scissors from the bench she sat them on, pointing towards her neck, “ Strip, Now!”

Her faint cries and pleads were going in one ear and out the other. You had no time to spare her sympathy as you watched her look around while stripping out of her clothes, “ Now hon I want you to tell me what you do at this house, want every detail.”

She didn’t want to speak or look at you but she had no choice especially with the scissors pointing to the vein on her neck. You hated that she looked exactly like you, it’s like you’re killing yourself.

She told you everything that she does around the house and what her interests are. She was confused about the question until she caught on to the way you were smirking at her, “ I’ll see you in hell maybe, who knows.” You moved the clothes out of the way before slashing her throat. The slash of her throat was almost too satisfying to you. You loved the look of panic and hopelessness reflecting in her eyes like the moonlight reflecting on your skin on a warm summer night. She was playing dumb until the very end. You respected her for it, honestly.

The blood looked so good on her skin complexion, you honestly thought about eating her but you would never be into cannibalism. Maybe if she wasn’t such a backstabbing ass bitch, you two would have gotten along. Maybe.

Her body finally went limp and now you had to bury her right beneath the soils of your feet. What a beautiful garden with a new accessory being added to complete the garden.

After an hour, you were done burying her heavy body in the ground of her garden. The dirt under your fingernails irked you, maybe the vision of dirt just irked you or maybe you needed a shower. So you managed to get into her clothes, fixing your hair like hers in whatever hairstyle you had.

You got off your knees and put the vase she had outside with her. You guessed she was getting some more things from the house when she finally caught you stalking her, hence why the flower vase was here already.

Dusting off your knees was the easy part but dealing with seven different husbands will not be so easy especially when you just killed their wife. Oh well, may she rest in peace.

You walked to the house with the basket of garden tools setting them down by the rest of the tools lined up on the little stand just outside the back door of the house. You were amazed at how organized she was. You were also amazed at how big this house was. I mean there are seven of them here, including her of course, so you felt this house size was valid until you heard her name being called by someone with a deep voice.

“ Step?! Babe, we’re home.”, you swore you were about to piss yourself because he and the others were home before you got to wash your hands of dirt and the blood of your enemy.

You took a deep breath before opening the sliding door, taking off your shoes before walking to the sink, “ Uh, I’ll be right there baby.”

Gojo was highly confused because “you” always called him babe or sato, not baby. That was for Nanami. He thought you must’ve been tired so you mixed them up. He looked around at the others and knew they felt something was off from the way half of their facial expressions showed confusion.

You were practically scrubbing bits of her blood off since you knew their footsteps were near you, “princess, I missed you so much, why didn’t you greet us at the door like you usually do.” That was a different voice and you couldn’t make out who it belonged to. This was starting to get frustrating but you had to keep your composure since they were now entering the kitchen standing behind you in a line, waiting for your answer.

“ I’m sorry, I just didn’t get the time to since I just came back from gardening, would you like your kisses now.”, you say looking down at yourself to make sure not an inch of blood was shown on your glistening wet skin.

You turned around and put an ample smile on your face. You walked towards the blonde man you were quite fond of since you’ve been following their other wife around.

You leaned to kiss him on the cheek, slowly and passionately savoring this moment. Meanwhile they were all thinking the same thing, why are “you” kissing them so sensual like this? You never kissed them like this: affectionate and passionate. You always looked tired too, right now, you didn’t look tired at all. There weren’t any deep bags under your eyes that weren’t genetic so that means you were sleeping right?

After you finished kissing every last one of them on their cheek, you walked away with a wide grin on your face. You were gonna love this and you were right.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Toji:

Toji loves it when his wife gives him a blow job after a long day. She always willingly got on her knees whenever he came home before or last of the men. He always made it his mission to come first or last served. The feeling of “your” warm lips wrapping around his cock was like feeling the mild air hit you in the grocery store on a cold, icy day in the winter. So imagine his confusion when you’re not already waiting on him with your knees on the bed. He was confused but then thought his wife was trying to be a brat, so he had no choice but to fuck your throat.

Toji grinned at you like a cashmere cat waiting for the chance to get his food. He took in your lips that were covered in his pre-cum mixed with your saliva. The only difference you could tell from lipgloss is that it doesn’t have the glitter that embodies the little tube you always used.

Your freshly manicured nails grabbed his cock with both hands prior to licking from his balls to the tip of his cock. You swirled your thick tongue around his tip, taking him into your mouth inch by inch, wetting his dick with your saliva even more. For the parts you couldn’t fit into your mouth you stroked with both hands to occupy his pleasure, “ Atta girl! You’re taking my cock in your throat so good, the best I've ever seen you do. Fuck!”

You wanted to smile but you couldn’t do how wide your mouth was stretched and how full it was of his cock. Spit dropped down the veins of his cock, onto your hands and down to his big breeding balls. The sound of your dick sucking was so perfect to him. The way you hollow your cheeks was pristine as well. “You've” gotten so much better over these past few weeks and he wondered why. He was about to ask but you took one hand off his cock to massage his balls while his dick was still lodged in his throat, “ Holy fuck! You're such a little slut, wanna record ya’ can I, my pretty little princess? Hmm?”

When you hummed, he had no choice, he almost nutted from the vibrations dancing along his thick cock he fumbled with his phone, finally turning the flash on recording you with low groans in the background. His groans to be exact. He was about to cum, so he was restraining himself. This was the best head he’s gotten, so he had to capture the moment.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Gojo & Geto:

Geto and Gojo were two people that were the same but polar opposites. You couldn’t explain it well because it’s only been a few weeks since you took her out. Their wife always indulge with them during sexual moments. She either likes to watch them kiss or watch them fuck before joining. You couldn’t blame her because when they tied your arms up and told you to sit on the bed and wait for instructions, you were confused until you saw them kissing each other. That’s when you knew she liked to watch them and so did you, joining them later.

“ Come on, pretty baby, you can hold on, Gojo’s taking my dick in his mouth, so why can’t you take him inside of your warm pussy? Hmm?”, Geto taunts, pulling his hips back and forth fucking into Gojo mouth on the side of your head as you lay underneath Gojo getting spilt in half by his long cock, he lacked in the grith area and you honestly didn’t mind since it was gonna be much harder for him to fuck you espciallyif you ain’t use to dick like that.

He was too big to fit inside you and they always smiled at how you can’t take either of them, not even Toji inside of your pussy. Mouth is a different story, Toji learned the other day and the others didn’t, but they will eventually know.

You felt Gojo thrusting his cock deeper into making you scream out, earning a light slap on the face from geto, shutting you up as your face turned into a shock expression, only going back to the moral lewd look when Gojo moans on Geto’s cock brought all three of you pleasure. Pleasure for Gojo since you tighten around his cock with your pretty walls meanwhile geto moaned from the vibrations upon his thick cock as he face fucked one of his lovers. He loved having sex with two of his lovers and it wasn’t gonna change, especially from the way you have Gojo panting and moaning on his cock.

Gojo couldn’t help but to roll his eyes to the back when you tried to lift your hips to fit more of him inside of you. You were hungry for his cock and he loved it. He couldn’t wait to do more with you, same as Geto, who now had his long hair sticking to his forehead while his head was tilted back, face screwed in pleasure. Gojo and geto never had this much fun before, it was like you were a different person.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Sukuna:

Sukuna was something different. The way his tattoos littered his body was a clear warning to you. You didn’t understand why that should be a warning because he’s just like everyone else right. He’ll treat you nice just like he’s been over these past few weeks, especially when you made dinner for all of them every now and then, so why is the voice in your head kept screaming warnings? It was annoying you and you wanted to ignore it, so you did. Oh, how much of a mistake that was.

“ kuna’, I don’t think I can hold on, please!”, You moaned as his split tongue teased your clit over and over in different directions. It was becoming too much for you. His fingers were even too much for you.

He laughed against your pussywhile looking up at you, “ You should know this now, my pretty dove, I don’t stop on your account. If I want to keep tasting my pussy that’s what I’m gonna do. Now, shut the hell up and take it before I give you something more iniquitous to cry and bitch about.” You gasped at his tongue flicking back over your clit even faster now and at the type of wording he chose. Was he always this vicious, damn I guess you underestimated her and them, her in general given that she took this much tongue and dick from these beautiful men every other day. You thought they, including her, were vanilla/ simple, you thought wrong.

Sukuna laughs caused waves on your pussy and you whimpered at the feeling. This felt too real and good. As soon as you got out of the shower which was 30 minutes ago, he pushed you on the bed and started devouring you, nonstop. you pushed your hips into his feeling his fingers reached deeper into you making you squirt out clear liquid at the jamming of his fingers at your g-spot. He ate pussy like a strayed fat man during the eating contest at the pumpkin fair. He watched as your body shook and loved it.

Your love handles/ hips along with your thighs were his favorite thing to grab as he ate you out. The key part he noticed is that you squirted on his face and chest. He didn’t mind since he kept eating you out, it just never happened before. Your body raised up in an acute angle as you grabbed his pink hair tightly in your pretty little hands, making him groan from the pain. His split tongue circled your clit counter clockwise and clockwise causing you to orgasm from the impact of his fingers and tongue. You orgasmed two times already and this was your third one he managed to pull from you. Sukuna was now sucking on your clit as he slowly took his fingers out of your soaking pussy. You screamed at the movement of him sucking on your clit after abusing it with his tongues.

My pretty girl, shaking like a warm starter-up truck in the winter, he thought. He also thought you looked different since there were tears in your eyes. You never cried until now. He studied you as you tried to move your body away from you while you squirt on his face nonstop with tears flowing down your eyes. He studied you until he came up with a conclusion. This was somebody different, this reaction was very different from his wife because she would’ve passed out after the second round. Maybe you grew and learned how to take him. Yeah, you learned, right? Right?!

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Choso:

Choso was a big fan of somnophilia, he managed to talk his wife into that at the beginning of their long-lasting relationship. Their wife was someone who wanted to understand each of them and they loved her for that. Of course, that’s not the only thing they loved her for. Choso was tired and had a long day at work. He hated working in the same company as Gojo and Geto because these two are non stop talkers and pranksters. He just needed a good sleepy fuck and you were his prime target right now. He slowly made his way into the room and looked at your silk pj dress covering your beautiful body.

“ Fuck, I’m getting hard just by imagining your body underneath me.”, Choso whispered to himself as you lay there sleeping like a doll in her dollhouse. God, were you his most precious doll of a wife he could ever ask for. He noticed you’ve been stepping your game up especially from the stories he heard from everyone else you fucked already. He also noticed how different your aura and clothes were. He loved every minute of it and now he couldn’t wait to hold your body close to his as he fucks you in your sleep.

He watched as you turned to your side, giving him the perfect position he was gonna take you in. He peeled his clothes off, one by one before taking his place behind you. He breathed in your new and exquisite scent, letting out a dreamy sigh. He reached down to pull your panties to the side, taking in the feeling of your warm pussy juice on his hands. You were soaking his hand in your juices, that’s how he knew you were having a wet/good dream.

Choso glided his pretty fingers over your clit, rubbing in circles about 4 times. Lining his angry tip to your opening made his body shudder from the impact. He let out a few curses when he slid inside of your warm pussy and immediately after your walls clamped down on his dick like a snake catching its prey between its venomous teeth, “ Hah, hah, fuck yes, squeeze around me just like that honey.” His hands slid over your body so carefully like he was afraid to break you, “ I’m gonna take good care of ya’.”

You could feel your pussy being split open as you slowly gained consciousness. You didn’t know what was going on until you heard the grunting of a deep voice inside of your ear. He was hungry for you and you knew that. You had to guess that this was a routine so you went along with it for your sake. Or maybe you just loved this feeling too much. This was something new and you liked it especially when you looked back to connect your lips with Choso’s warm lips. The fact that he was moving so sensually and slow was enough to make your legs shake, let’s not even get on his beautiful facial expressions he made whenever you tightened and untightened around his cock in want and need. You uttered the one word he never got to hear, “ More.” His wife let him do what he wants and never asks for what she wants and needs so why did this feel so new?

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Nanami & Hiromi:

These men were the epitome of mysterious and sexy with a hint of danger. You couldn’t tell where the danger came into mind while hanging out with them but you could feel it. They had the brawn and brains, you guess that could be considered dangerous, but you knew that wasn’t it. These two were the reason for the house. Whatever conflict you all had within this house, they heard everyone’s side, putting their input in later. You were amazed at how the other 5 men listened to what they had to say. What made them so dangerous in your mind though? You didn’t find out until today on a Saturday night.

“ Nanami, do you think we should see how sensitive her little pussy has been, I mean you have been fucking this entire week? Right?” Hiromi says, putting his leather gloves on. You looked at the both of them standing side by side in their clean suits as you were tied by the hands waiting for them to touch your leaking pussy.

You shook your head which earned a low chuckle from Nanami, “ Come on, sweetheart, tell us the truth and we could just get to the good part. Yeah?” His voice along with Hiromi’s was making you squeal inside. You couldn't believe that you finally got the chance to have the men you wanted since the beginning and you would never let them get it done and over with quickly, so you stayed silent with your hands tied in front of you. Hiromi noticed your silence and raised an eyebrow. What Choso and Sukuna brought up in their conversation they had the other day came to mind. Oh you’re definitely different and he couldn’t understand because “you” hated pussy inspections so why weren't “ you” trying to talk your way out of it now.

The next thing you felt was your hair getting pulled roughly by Nanami as your body now lay on the bed with your legs up against your chest, “ Since you’re not speaking, we have no choice darling.” The lube-covered leather glove he has on glided over your labia in excitement. Hiromi had his eyes peeking down at you similar to the wolf peering in the houses of the three little pigs: malnourishment. He squeezed your pussy lips together while Nanami placed small kisses all over your face easing you up. Hiromi put one finger inside of your pussy and used his other hand to place a finger inside of your ass, taking a moan away from your pretty glossed lips. He moved his finger in and out of both holes making your face scrunched up at the pain coming from your ass. After a minute of teasing your little, fat pussy and ass, he took both fingers out to inspect it prior to nodding his head at Nanami, “ She’s ready.”

Indeed you were because now you were getting fucked in your wet pussy by Hiromi while Nanami took you from behind. They were both bare right along with you after taking their clothes off. Nothing but moans and groans were heard around the room as you three joined together. Hiromi bites your neck as your chest bounced against his chest, earning a low moan from him. Your moans were so beautiful to them, but they had to get their point across, “ Ahh, fuck yes, this feels am-amazing! Fill me up, nigh!”

Hiromi lifted his head to lock eyes with you, then locked them with Nanami, “ first, smoke this with me.” Your eyes widened when you saw a white cigarette in his hand. Nanami kept fucking your ass while leaning to grab a lighter from the dresser. Hiromi smirked up at you with his head against the headboard, “ Why the, mmh, surprise face. Loosen up for me, darling.” You wanted to cry right then and there because you couldn’t understand if he was talking about you smoking a cigarette or your pussy. It was both. You had tried to smoke cigarettes before and it didn't work out even if you were playing their now dead wife. You made up excuses time after time saying that you weren’t feeling it. You hated that that bitch smoked cigarettes like a pro.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice that they stopped moving and Hiromi was now offering you the cigarette, which was already lightened by the way. You hesitantly wrapped your pretty lips around the tip of the cigarette, bracing yourself to inhale the scent and flavor of the cigarette. Once you got the smoke in your mouth you released it too late and now you were coughing like a maniac. They both laughed because their suspicions were right. This was someone else, not their wife. They were gonna confirm it later with everyone else. Right now, your ass and pussy felt too good to not cum inside of them. Nanami moans started again as he thrusted into you while Hiromi put out the cigarette, kissing your lips as he moved his hips up into your pussy letting his dick ruin your perfect little pussy.

After the tiring night from yesterday, you woke up to your arms being tied to the bed with your legs being tied at the end of the bed. You had on a new bra and pantie set on, so you knew after you passed out yesterday, they bathed you and put you on something new. Your pudgy stomach was showing, thighs too. They loved those features on you and their wife.

The sun shines through the window on your pretty skin. You were yawning and trying to stretch, but couldn't because of the restraints, “ Let’s get down to business should we?”

You knew that voice belonged to Toji. You looked where it was coming from and saw all of them standing at the foot of the bed, well Toji, Nanami, and Hiromi were.

Gojo, Geto, and Choso were either sitting on the chair beside the bed or leaning on the wall/ door frame.

“ Who the hell are you?”, Gojo asked, walking closer.

“ Where is our wife? Because you’re definitely not her.”, Geto says after Gojo.

You smirked at their questions, which only made Choso get up from the chair on the side of the bed, snatching your face to him, “ And don’t play games, just answer us. Not really in the mood for playfulness right now.”

You smirked at them. You got them and her, that’s all that matters now. You could now die a happy woman.

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