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umeoniii · 1 year

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aot men as pervs

eren, jean, reiner

!: masturbation,

eren: he’s the type of pervy to literally stalk you and record your every move. he’ll write down stuff such as the lotion you use and will purchase it just so he can ‘smell you’. he probably does yucky things with the lotion while smelling it. also does stuff like slapping your ass while you’re caught off guard, will say it’s an accident even though it clearly wasn’t.

vanilla mocha martini eren thought to himself, quickly pulling out a pen and writing down the name of the lotion you pulled out of your bag. eren had been heavily infatuated with you for quiet a while. it was so much so to the point he had a whole secret journal dedicated to you and everything about you. it was honestly weird, anyone would file a restraining order against him if they knew just how far he went. he loved you even if he didn’t know you and just admired you from afar.

you turned around looking at the noise coming from behind you. a pen fell on the floor, eren’s pen. you watched as eren picked up the pen off the floor, his green eyes met yours, you dismissed him with a soft smile turning around.

you always found him peculiar, not necessarily in a rude way, but he was more reserved and kept to himself only speaking when spoken to. occasionally you’d see him walking and talking to his close friends but that was it. it always felt like he was watching you though. everytime you turned around his eyes were always in your direction before he’d avert them quickly.

she smiled at me.

when class was over he walked closely behind you, obviously invading your personal space. but it was worth being in your presence. when he walked passed you felt something like a hand rub against your butt, but when you turned around you saw no one too close to you. and when you turned back forward you saw eren walking slowly in front of you, phone in hand.

couldn’t have possibly been him, he’s not weird like that. you thought to yourself catching up with your friends.

he in fact was weird like that. because as soon as he got back to his dorm he grabbed his keys and drove to the closet mall, dashing straight to bath and body works to purchase the exact lotion he saw you use. even willing to stand in the long line, just to have the scent of you closer.

as soon as he got back to his dorm he immediately locked the door, his roomate should’ve been at a lecture during that time so he had nothing to worry about.

he sat on his bed and read through the contents of the lotion. opening the cap he squeezed a little bit onto his hand, rubbing it in and inhaling the intoxicating smell. it was too much for him.

he looked around before slowly undoing his belt and pulling out his dick. he rubbed his tip collecting the precum and rubbing it on his shaft.

he knew it was a bad idea to do what he was about to do. surely this lotion wasn’t good to be used as lube, especially considering it was scented and it could probably cause issues. but he just couldn’t find it in himself to care. he squeezed a generous amount of the lotion onto his hand and rubbed it onto his pulsing cock.

he thought about you while pumping, all his brain was focused on was the sweet smell, he wanted it to be your hand instead of his. your saliva instead of the lotion. he wished he could get even closer to you than he does in class.

his heavy pants and the wet sounds of him stroking himself were the only noises in the still, quiet room. he squeezed himself tighter, picking up his pace as he moaned your name.

“ y-y/n…. y/n what do i… have to do… to get closer to you” he groaned breathily

his long hair stuck to his forehead and neck, imagining what he would do to you if you were his. bending you over his desk, stuffing you with his twitching, sticky cock. there was so much he wanted to do to you, he was gonna do it. he would find a way to lure you in.

he felt himself getting closer to his high, tears brimmed his waterline from the pleasure he felt. hands starting to become shakier, as well as his rythym.

whines left his parted lips as strings of his white semen dispersed onto the wiry brown hairs on his lower abdomen. his abs were drenched in sweat, rising up and down as he sat trembling.

vanilla mocha martini still lingered in the air.

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jean: it’s very hard to find him perverted bcs i feel he’s more respectful. BUT i didn’t say he wasn’t. he comments on your body often, even during the worst of times.

“your ass looks nice in those jeans, wear em’ more often.”

you and him would both laugh off the comment. and he created a mental image (maybe even a physical image) of your ass and painted it and hung it on his walls. it’s curves, dips, every detail of it. everytime he looks at it he… thinks and gets hornier, then relives himself. he probably pulled it off the wall once just to cum all over it. it probably would’ve been artsier if he left the cum on it, but that would lowkey be too much for any guests. an ass on the wall is already a lot.

you sat next to your brother’s best friend jean while your brother got up. your brother had invited you along with him to have dinner. he didn’t mention jean being there but it didn’t matter that much to you. jean was cool, you liked him. though you’ve only been aquatinted to him very few times he was very funny and charming in the stories you heard about him.

your brother had left off to the restroom leaving you and jean alone at the table. jean liked you, a lot for a good amount of time. he stalked all your social media, your brother and your parents’ socials. he always made sure to listen whenever your brother mentioned you and how annoying you could be.

“i don’t know man, she doesn’t sound that bad” he would say, imagining the scene in his head.

of course he never told your older brother about it for so many reasons including the fact you’d probably end up finding out about it. he wanted to let you know his feelings on his own.

brown eyes scanned the entirety of your outfit. the tight fitting gray long sleeve , your jewelry, and especially those jeans. blue jeans that were so very tight, revealing your curves in all the right ways. he couldn’t help but to sneak a glimpse at your ass any time you stood up.

you got up to go wash your hands and felt a hand grip your waist. his thirsty eyes met yours complimenting your dress choice.

“you’re body looks amazing, especially your ass.” he winked slyly at you.

your body grew hot and you gave him a weak smile. you laughed with a small thank you ignoring the last part of what he said. though it did make you feel good inside. even lower if you were honest with yourself.

the whole rest of the dinner felt heated, sweaty well at least it was to you. jean nonchalantly sat there talking to you and your brother as if he didn’t say anything to you at all. when it was over he gave you a hug, his large hands grabby at your fleshy hips. he gave you a kiss on both cheeks before waving you and your brother off.

as soon as he got home he took out his easel, paint and canvas. he was very artistic, he attended a very prestigious art school in which him and your older brother attended together.

he rough sketched your body, reflecting your form onto the canvas with a pencil. then he painted over the sketch. blue, red, brown so many colors. and a few hours when he was finally finished he fixated his eyes on his creation in amusement.

he loved it. looking at it he couldn’t help but touch himself as he stared at the canvas in admiration. he looked down whiled his hands went down to his underwear band, pulling it down slightly just enough for his hard dick to be freed. he bit his lip softly stroking himself looking back up and eyeing the portrait.

he groaned raspy, his pink tip peeking out of his fist after every stroke.

there’s no way she didn’t know what she was doing. she wore them on purpose, just for me.

so many thoughts flooding his muddled brain his eyes squinted and eyebrows cinched as he rubbed himself. heavy breaths, whines and moans filled his quiet apartment, the portrait sitting in between his legs not yet mounted.

“y/n honey i need you so bad, please you really don’t know just how bad i need you. i get so rilled up thinking of you. at this point i’m a creep with the things i do.” whines slipped from his pretty, pink lips.

“god what would eric even think of me doing something like this? painting an explicit portrait of his baby sister then jacking off to it? he would hate me wouldn’t he.” he laughed out of breath

his continued to get off, the cold rings on his fingers gliding against the veins on his shaft.

grunts left through gritted teeth as jean felt himself getting closer. he looked at the warm colors painted on the canvas in between his thighs and couldn’t help but to smirk to himself.

what’d he give to actually come all over your real ass is the last stable thought he had before he painted on the portrait even more.

with his own semen.

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reiner: now he’s #1 perv on this list. he stares you up and down all the time, sometimes he doesn’t even bother hiding it. manages to find ways to see you naked. like he’d walk in on you while you’re changing bcs “he forgot his charger” he touches himself to your insta photos, your panties that he stole, literally anything that involves you bcs he’s that desperate, it’s lowkey pathetic. but i love me a pathetic man. he doesn’t even hide the fact that he wants to touch you, he’d find any kind of excuse and would touch you. he’s just really thirsty.

reiner sat on his couch staring at the frilly lace panties in his hands that he stole from your home. earlier you had invited him over in hopes he’d help you understand your work better. if he was being true to himself he didn’t care anything about calculus. he only came over so he could flirt with you.

when he sat down next to you at your desk he sat close. your legs and his were touching and you could hear his shaky breathing. and his hands, if they weren’t on the paper or on his phone they were on your thighs. rubbing and gripping your skin, and when you looked up at him he’d act completely oblivious and get back to teaching you.

he knew what he was doing. he told himself by the end of the day he would have you on that bed begging for his mercy. and that he did.

the whole time he endlessly flirted with you. his large hands rubbing your upper thigh and pinching your cheeks. he saw how he charmed you and finally gave in.

“you know you’re such a pretty girl. you’re the type of woman i’d want to fuck senselessly then marry.” his hand rubbed yours

you couldn’t believe that he just said that. your eyes trailed down to your thighs, his hands moving towards the inside.

“can we please just study.” you said staring forward trying not to pay attention to him.

“yeah sure ignore what i said i guess…” he sighed “ if you can get these ten correct i’ll give you a surprise.” he winked

you thought he’d buy you dinner, get you a small little gift, chips, candy, something. instead you lay on your bed griping his back as he thrusted his girthy cock into you.

“maybe this’ll help motivate you ” he grunted

“y-you’re so weird” you whined, your heart-shaped anklet charm hitting his neck.

“don’t act like you don’t like it” he growled in your ear sarcastically

long nails gripped onto the satin sheets for leverage as reiner pounded into you mercilessly. you didn’t understand why and how you even let him do this to you.

reiner was the word ‘pervert’ personified. always looking up peoples skirts, making smart comments, getting touchy. you detected something was probably going to happen with him in your home, but he was somewhat smart and you really needed help.

and you couldn’t deny the fact that it actually felt good and that he was very appealing to look at. it was just one of the last things you expected to be doing that friday night.

“keep going just like that” you hiccuped

“thought… i was weird?” he chuckled breathlessly into your ear.

you couldn’t even find it in you to give him a snarky reply as you were too occupied with how he was inside of you.

the way his sensitive tip rubbed against the ridges inside of you was enough to literally drive you both insane. he became more touchy as he went on.

“f-fuck, you’re so fucking cute. i’ve always wanted to fuck… you.” he groaned in your ear.

“i can… tell” you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“no seriously, i ain’t even smart. i had no clue …what i was talking about the whole…time.”

it was a scheme to get into your panties.

and it worked.

you couldn’t attempt to be upset at him either, because with the way your pussy gripped onto him and your ever so audible moans and whines left that mouth of yours, he knew you were enjoying it.

your labored breaths and his became louder as the tension in your room grew.

“you gonna let me cum inside of your precious cunt?”

you shook your head.

“awww… c’mon it’s not… gonna be… that bad” he taunted in between heavy breaths

he didn’t care because he was gonna do just as he pleased.

“oh god reiner” your nails scratched at his sweaty back feeling yourself reach your orgasm.

you tightened around him while your pretty eyelashes fluttered as he still pounded into you, heavy balls slapping your pretty cunt.

greedy lips kissed your neck, chin and cheeks, the scratchy stubbly feeling blending in with the overstimulation.

“ m’ gonna cum all inside of you y/n” he nipped at your neck

you felt as he his cock frantically twitched inside of you, his grip on you becoming tighter.

he moaned almost inaudibly into your ear as he filled your womb with his silky cum.

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belphies-cowgirl · 2 years

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"I choose you, forever and always"

(I went a bit overboard)

word count: 3K+

"Lucifer, I love you more than words can express. I am yours, mind, body, and soul. I never thought I would ever find someone who takes my breath away, who makes me want to wake up every day, and who makes me feel truly loved and cared for. I choose you to spend forever with, so please say you'll be mine forever too."

you shifted slightly on the bed as Lucifer pulled you close, his forehead resting against yours. he closed his eyes for a moment as he processed your words, repeating them over and over again in his head. he held your hand against the side of his face as he softly kissed up from your wrist to your fingertips.

"MC, you have no idea how I have longed to hear those words escape from your lips. you have reached into the deepest depths of my heart and filled it with your love. I love you with every fiber of my being, and have no intentions of letting you go. of course I want to spend forever with you, I am truly happy you have chosen me."

"Mammon calm down, it's alright. I'm not breaking up with you, silly. I'm trying to tell you that I choose you to spend forever with. I love you so much, you're my favorite idiot and my partner in crime. you'll always be my first. despite everything we've been through, you have always protected me and made me feel safe and loved."

he took a deep breath and let out a shaky laugh. you had told him that you and him needed to have a serious talk, and his mind jumped to the conclusion that you wanted to break up with him. he felt so embarrassed about it after hearing your confession. his cheeks were a deep red as he pulled you close and peppered your face with kisses. he then quickly pulled away and rested his forehead on your shoulder.

"don't scare me like that MC, you had me thinking that I was going to lose ya. I love you so much too. I don't want you spending forever with anyone else, but me. you mean so much to me, and I don't ever wanna lose ya. y-you make Lucifer's punishments bearable because ya always rescue me and hold me in your arms afterward. you make me feel safe and loved too."

"Levi, I want to be your player 2 forever. I love you more than you love Ruri-Chan. I love that you're so passionate about your hobbies, that you talk to Henry when you're upset, and that you always wait for me before watching new episodes of an anime or starting a new video game. I like that you designed me my own controller, and let me beat you at games sometimes. I find it so adorable that we link pinkies together in public and wear matching hoodies. I would gladly mess up my sleep schedule if it meant that I could spend more time with you."

he crouched down and pulled his hood over his head to hide his intense blushing. he was processing your words and wondering how he got so lucky to have you as his partner. once he could finally face you, he shakily reached for your hand and held it close against his chest, you could feel his heart beating rapidly.

"do y-you really mean it? I mean forever is a long time, a-and I didn't think you'd ever choose someone like me. I j-just can't believe that someone as beautiful, nerdy, and wonderful as you c-could ever love me! of course I want to be with you forever! because you always listen to me and y-you don't think I'm weird or yucky. I love that you're always patient with me, that you always lean your head back against my chest when we play video games together, and that you always dance in your seat when you get excited. y-you're the one person that I would let touch my things o-or sleep in my bathtub with me. I wouldn't want anyone else to be my player 2."

"Satan, I find it so cute when you try to communicate by meowing at the kitten we adopted together and hid from Lucifer. I love that you have different voices for each character when you read out loud, that you leave sticky notes with quotes from books that remind you of me, and that you give me kisses in the library every time I get a question right during our study sessions. I love the facial expressions you make when you get so immersed in a book. I love you and I don't want our love story to ever end. I chose you, so will you spend forever with me?"

he almost dropped his book on the floor after hearing your confession, he even forgot to bookmark it when he closed it. he cleared his throat and looked away in a failed attempt to hide the blush creeping along his cheeks as he gestured for you to come sit next to him. he pulled you down into his lap, and wrapped his arms around you before resting his forehead against your back. he rubbed his thumb across your wrist as he spoke.

"MC, I love you more than words can express, more than romeo loved juliet, more than hades loved persephone. I love when you tap my wrist three times to say "I love you" during council meetings, or when Lucifer is fussing at us for pulling another prank on him. you're very beautiful and intelligent. you know all the right ways to make me feel better when I'm angry or stressed out. and I don't mind when you use study sessions as an excuse to spend time with me even though you already know most of the material. and I don't want our love story to ever end either, so I'll happily spend forever with you."

"Asmo, I adore the fact that you talk to yourself when doing your makeup or making outfits for your upcoming fashion shows. I love that you take such good care of me and remind me that I am always worthy and beautiful. you always know how to boost my self-confidence when I'm having a hard time with my image. I appreciate the fact that you always respect my boundaries, ask for my consent, and make sure that I'm comfortable before trying new things. and when you shower me with compliments and affection, it makes my heart melt every time. I love you so so much and choose you to spend forever with!"

he squealed happily as he clapped his hands together before throwing himself into your arms. his lips crashed into yours as he smiled. he peppered your face and neck with kisses before pulling you onto the bed with him. he propped himself up with his arm, and rested his hand against your cheek while he spoke. there was nothing but pure love and desire in his eyes.

"oh mon amour! I love you so so much too! you're so beautiful to the point that I have more pictures of you on my phone than I do of myself. naturally, I am the luckiest demon to have someone like you by my side. we complement each other perfectly and make such a good power couple. I appreciate it when you wrap a bandage around my finger when I prick myself on a sewing needle and kiss it better afterward. I love it when you let me cuddle up in your lap while I sketch new designs. I absolutely adore it when you swing our hands back and forth when we're out in public. I love the creases that form on your face when you smile or laugh. of course, I'll spend forever with you, because I want to spend all my time cherishing and loving you to my heart's content!"

"Beel, I love it when you make sure I eat and stay hydrated on days that I don't feel like leaving my room. I like that you make me feel better about my body, that you always protect me, and make me feel warm and loved. I love your bearhugs and that you're careful not to squish me! the fact that you share your food with me further confirms your love for me. I can't get over the fact that you once said Barbatos had some competition when it came to my cooking. it's so cute when your cheeks puff out when you eat and that you know exactly what I want to order when we go on dates. because my hand is smaller than yours, you're always careful not to squeeze my hand too hard when you get excited. I love you more than you love food, and choose to spend forever with you."

his sandwich fell out of his mouth when you told him how you felt (it fell onto the floor- and he still ate it-) he pulled you into a bearhug, rocking you side to side in his arms. he kissed your cheek several times which almost knocked you off the kitchen counter. you wiped the crumbs off his face before planting a soft kiss on his lips.

"I love you too MC, more than I love 4000-year-aged cheeseburgers. I appreciate it when you bake or cook for me no matter what mood I may be in. you're the peanut butter to my jelly. I love that you pack extra snacks for me so I don't go hungry and that you wipe crumbs off my face gently with a napkin when I'm done eating. I find it adorable when you gently pinch my cheeks while fussing at me when we're making food together because I taste-tested the ingredients too much. I love you very much and wanna spend forever with you too. you make my heart feel full and my stomach feels less empty."

"Belphie stay awake, I'm trying to tell you that I choose you to spend forever with. don't make me take your pillow away again. I love you, sleepyhead. I don't mind that you drool on me when you're sleeping, or use me as a pillow. I feel safe and secure and never have nightmares when you hold me in your arms at night. I feel so loved when you rub my back or kiss my forehead when I rant or cry in your arms after having a bad day. I even forgive you for being a little shit sometimes like when you hit snooze on my alarms or push things off my lap or bed so you can sleep on me.

he yawned and rubbed his eyes as he shifted in your arms. he lazily kissed your hand, then your collarbones before burying his face back into your neck. he pulled the blankets over the two of you, and in a sleepy voice, he confessed to you.

"I love you to the stars and back MC. you're a comfortable safe haven for me. you're so beautiful and you're a dream I hope I never wake up from. you're always so kind and caring to me and my brothers, but I get a little jealous when you baby them more than me (he will throw a fit) seeing your sleepy face and hearing your voice in the morning is enough to get me through the day. I appreciate that you put up with me, and are always there for me at the end of the day. I would even pull an all-nighter for you if it would make you happy. *yawn* I want to spend forever with you too."

"Diavolo, when I first came to the devildom I was scared and confused. but seeing your smile and hearing your words of comfort made me feel reassured that I would make it out alive. you always treat me kindly and make me feel safe. you always take time out of your day just to spend time with me, and always make sure to remind me how much you love me. I sneak out of the house of lamentation just to spend the night with you. I feel like all of my problems fly out the window when you hold me in your arms. I want to grow with you and help you achieve your dreams. I love you, and choose you to spend forever with if you'll have me."

he spun you around in his arms after hearing your confession, he was just so happy. he pulled your hand towards his face and placed a soft kiss on each of your knuckles. you could feel his smile against your hand. he sat you down and held your hand again as he spoke.

"I never imagined that my soulmate would be from another world. your existence is enough to make me the happiest demon in the devildom. I will always tell you how much I love you and how much you mean to me every day. you always encourage me to work harder and support me no matter what. you make me laugh and smile even on the worst of days. you're a constant comfort and warm presence. dancing with you has become one of my favorite things to do with you. and holding you in my arms never fails to make my heart skip a beat. you don't even have to ask me if I want to spend forever with you, cause I already planned on doing so."

"Barbatos, even though you can literally alter timelines, I will always choose you to spend forever with. I love you, and I would still love you in another lifetime. I must confess that I pretended to not know how to cook just to spend some time with you, I even messed up recipes so you'd hold my hands and guide me through them. I love that you can tell whenever my mood changes, and just always know how to make things better. I admire how hard-working you are, and how you always put others first. I love that you always take care of me and make me feel loved even when you're very busy. I always look forward to the moments when you pull me against you and steal kisses from me when you're busy."

you were lifted up and placed on the counter before you could register the expression on his face. his hand snaked its way around your waist, and he tipped your chin up towards him so he could place a passionate kiss on your lips.

"I would love to spend forever with you as well. you're the love of my life, and I am eternally grateful that you are mine. I will happily be at your beck and call. taking care of you and loving you is one of my top priorities. I'll never stop stealing kisses from you because they get me through the day. you're always on my mind, and starting the day with you in my arms is one of my favorite things. I will never be too busy to spend time with you and cherish you. I love you MC."

"Simeon, you're my other half, and I wouldn't feel complete without you. I love that you write love letters and poetry, that you even fumble your words sometimes when you read them to me because you're so nervous. this may sound cheesy, but you're my guardian angel. and you always make sure I'm safe and okay even when I do stupid things or get into trouble. like that one time, I brought home a hellhound and wanted to keep it as a pet, and Lucifer got extremely mad at me. I love it when you whisper sweet nothings to me before we fall asleep, or when you stand me behind and rest your head on top of mine. I find it so cute that you still get so blushy when showing me affection or expressing your love for me. I choose you to spend forever with, and I hope you feel the same way."

his cheeks were set ablaze with warmth and the color red. his hands gently cupped your face as he placed a kiss on your forehead, nose, and chin. he smiled sweetly and whispered "I love you" in your ear before pulling you into a warm embrace.

"MC, I know this may sound cheesy as well, but we're a match made in heaven. I would even dare to sin for you. I would do everything in my power just to see you smile. of course, I feel the same way! I would spend forever with you in a heartbeat, and it would be the best decision I have ever made. I love you in ways you could never fathom. I would happily lay my life on the line for you, if you're ever in harm's way, even when you do things that get you into trouble. your beauty is so ethereal that sometimes I forget that you're human, and not an angel."

"Solomon, even though you tease me mercilessly and make me stand on my tippy toes just for a kiss, I still love you and adore you. and I love that you always make it up to me with plenty of kisses and snuggles. I find it funny that you get so focused on your work that you don't even notice that I've put flowers in your hair or that I make faces at you to get your attention. even though you'll never admit it, but you're such a softie for me. you go out of your way to make me happy or do things to make me smile or laugh when I am upset. you always find new or creative ways to show your love for me. I choose you to spend forever with, even if I have to find a way to be immortal like you."

he gently placed his hand on the back of your head as he pulled you close for a kiss. he makes fun of your rosy cheeks afterward, and you playfully punch him. he always such a tease after showing you affection, he thinks it's a clever diversion from him being very flustered.

"MC, just admit that you like it when I tease you, plus it's so cute watching you struggle to reach up for a kiss. don't give me that look, you know it makes me weak for you. okay okay, I'll be serious about this now, I promise. I love you very much and would love to spend eternity with you. the fact that you just said you'd find a way to become immortal has melted me to my core. if that is what you truly want, I'll do everything in my power to help you make it happen. I know you color in my pact marks sometimes when I'm sleeping, and I let you do it anyways because I get to sneak glances at your cute mischievous, and focused expressions. I can't help but smile when you smile, and laugh when you laugh. it's such a lovely sight and sound. you're the greatest thing that has happened to me in the thousands of years that I have been alive."

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arpiniko · 7 months

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just venting a bit bear with me or just scroll over

not me being so completly overwhelmed with work and preparing for new college (gods i start tomorrow. i'm kinda panicking)

i'm finally going after 5years of trying to fine art college. so i'm kinda stressed. its not my first college but it kinda feels different in premise. so i'm so stressed. but i try to calm down. i cant even concentrate on my work atm. yes i write this at work. when i should be doing some other stuff.

and the fact that my roomate (the third one) is absolutely still useless. and so stupid.

and i had to clean whole flat myself today before work. even tho i worked today since 13. i had to wake up at 6am to clean it all. and i mean deep CLEAN

my hands are so worn out from all the chemicals over htis month. back when the aforementioned roomie fucked up big time and while me and other roomie were away she didnt throw out the trash and we had bugs. i had to clean kitchen fully like every day untill they were completly gone.

and her inviting her friends. and not cleaning after. i know i should have made her to clean. but i'm only starting to learn to be assertive or even aggresive. and also i hate her for not cleaning after herself. and in the common space. i need to have clean counter. or knoves or pots or whatever to eat. and she just. leaves everything dirty. sticky. yucky. and she cant even cook well.

and at work. the cleaning lady that work here are on veeeeeery long break rn and i have to clean there too.

hah. even last sat i went to work on short notice bc there were two parties taking place and i was like oh ok. i know a lot of stuff happeing. so i will prolly just keep the reception desk and the rest will take care of clients. so i wore my good vampiric shirt and all to look ok. did i sit by reception desk?

no. i got apron. and was peeling almost 10kg of potats. preparing food. and doing over 40 schabowe. i was supposed to look nice and click stuff on pc. not work in kitchen. my hands are starting to look like my grandma's

and today. again. cleaning the apartment since i woke up. went to work. and then turns out i have to clean here too. i'm so tired of cleaning.

today just grabbing a jar of cottage cheese my skin was cut open and bled quite a bit.

and also bc of college i will have so little time now. so little i have only 3 days of work this month. total. its .... i will get so little money this month.... i'm kinda scared.

tomorrow will be so difficult for me... bc its also my problem with remembering faces and new ppl. i only now am starting to remember my work colleagues. i've been working here for few months now. and yet i still have problems. and another ppl at asp will be soo... so so so stressful

#vent

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ourladytamara · 1 year

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Favorite Pet

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@_proletkvlt 2022

CWs: mindbreak, CNC, kidnapping, slavery, institutionalized abuse, dehumanization, body modification, abandonment, this one’s evil

Miss says she likes variety, and you believe her – she owns more girls than you can even count.

They skitter and fidget and squirm with you in the basement kennels. It’s crowded, but you don’t mind; the constant shifting of flesh and bodies, big and small, thick and thin, keeps you far too distracted to mind the noise, the heat, and the grime. Some of them coo and try to speak to you, but you don’t talk back – Miss told you to, and you’re happy to obey. Some of them have oversized, clearly-artificial breasts and asses, their bodies warped into perverse depictions of the feminine for Miss’s enjoyment, and sometimes you wish you did, too. Then the light in the basement turns on with a heavy, electrical shunting, and you forget your bad thoughts.

This is why you are Miss’s favorite – and this is why you’re the only one of her girlpets that she takes outside her manor.

“Suck.”

Your name is Suck, or at least you assume so; that’s what Miss addresses you as right before she uses your puffy, overfilled lips, at least. Her cock slides so easily between them, lubricated with how drooly you always are, as your tongue dances and twirls across her meaty, salty surface. She’s not even done pouring the girl kibble into the basement trough before she cums for the first time that day down the back of your tight, eager throat. A second later, she wrenches your face off of her with an audible pop.

“Good girl.”

You wiggle and coo and giggle, wiping the jizz and slime away from the corner of your mouth. Miss slaps you across the face and sends little droplets of the liquid across the concrete, which you smile and eagerly thank her for. Some of the other girls start to lap at it in thirst, but you ignore them like you ignore the rest of them – Miss has finished feeding them, which means it’s time for your walk.

Once upstairs, basement door securely locked, Miss takes you to the shower. The pressure is too high and the temperature too hot, like usual, but you like it – the painful blasts tear away all the yucky, grimy scum and dried cum and everything else that’d clung to you in the basement, leaving your skin perfectly clean, if slightly puffy and reddened.

Fresh and clean, Miss brushes out your long, blonde hair, meticulously straightening it before tying it back into a long, flowing ponytail. You giggle and kick your feet on your little stool, the few remnant sparks of brain activity fluttering like funny butterflies around the empty space between your ears. You loved it when Miss gave you attention like this – it seemed like it was getting further and farther between these days!

Dolled up and eloquent, Miss smears your makeup and lipstick across your face before forcing your half-limp form into your clothes for the day. A slutty little pink crop-top and a miniskirt, complete with matching pink heels that forced your ankles into a painful, unnatural position. Yay! You loved it when Miss gave you the Fun Shoes, and you just loved to make her happy – after all, her friends were always so impressed with your obedience when you wore the Fun Shoes!

“Perfect. Suck.”

Finally dressed, outfit meticulously curated, you immediately slam your salivating dick-sucking lips across Miss’s throbbing, waiting cock, which she so kindly removed from her suit for you; you get to work in seconds, turning your otherwise-useless mouth into the flawless, self-lubricating onahole that Miss paid so much money to turn you into. She groans into you and grabs you by the hair, fucking up your tight ponytail and sending flyaway hairs all over the place; you respond by leaning even further into her crotch and sucking even harder, a tight vacuum seal forming in your slobbering, sputtering mouth.

An instant later and Miss cums again, this time pulling out just before climax in order to pain thick, sticky ropes of her pearly semen all over your dolled-up face. It mixes into your makeup and smears your foundation, now dripping down your face in long, rolling globules; finally, your outfit was finished! Miss was so nice to you! It really was no secret why you were her favorite.

In moments, you’re out on the town. So many confusing and hard-to-understand errands for Miss to run! You didn’t like to think about what she did all day when you were left in the house with the rest of the girls, but that was for the better – thinking was for smart girls and you weren’t a smart girl, you were Suck, and Suck wasn’t supposed to think – Suck was supposed to suck.

You preferred to cling to her arm just like she taught you as she lead you around town, her powerful footsteps echoed by your petite click-clacking from a few inches behind. Every step you took in the agonizingly-angled heels made your tits and hips sway obscenely, but it made you happy when others stared; after all, that’s what you were for – making others jealous of what Miss had and they couldn’t. The few who noticed the half-dried cum now forming a shiny crust on your ruined makeup fidgeted and gossiped; all you did was smile and cling harder to Miss’s arm, so happy that people knew who you belonged to.

Eventually, Miss stopped for longer than usual at one of her errands. It was the back room of a big, dimly-lit warehouse, which you had to step over trash and broken stuff in a yucky and not-fun alleyway. You trusted Miss, though – you didn’t want anything to happen to you, and you couldn’t read the funny symbols on the side of the building. It was better to not think and continue to look pretty, even if the crowds of jealous onlookers gave way to distant, rumbling cars and empty industrial parks.

You sat down in a fun little box with nice padding and a nice toy cock to suck on while Miss talked to someone else in the dark room.

“No, just – yeah, she needs to be rehomed. Too expensive, especially given everything else I spend on the fuckers in the basement. I’ll be out of town, anyways, at a conference – just deal with her.”

You didn’t know what she was talking about and all of her weird words made no sense.

Miss fidgets with the door of your little box and pops it open – revealing her cock.

“Suck.” she says, this time with a distant, frustrated sigh – and you eagerly, happily oblige, dancing with your tongue as her throbbing member once again violates your head’s sloppy cunt. She cums faster this time, grunting without the usual attentive callousness you loved so much about her. A thick strand of her virile seed connects your bloated lips to the tip of her shaft as she pulls it away from you, out of the box – and shuts the door again.

Miss doesn’t come back for you. Eventually, you feel the box moving, shifting – though you’re able to neither see out of it nor comprehend your current situation, even if you could watch them stack your kennel onto a row of hundreds of identical kennels, a label and ID tag taped to the outside.

But you know she will eventually – after all, you’re her favorite.

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merryfortune · 1 year

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Unrequited Peonies

Written for FE Flash Fic Friday using the prompts Hanahaki & the Blazing Blade

Title: Unrequited Peonies

Ship: Florina/Lyn

Fandom: Fire Emblem the Blazing Blade

Word Count: 1,023

Rating: T

Tags: Hanahaki, Emetophobia, Unrequited Love

Florina couldn’t begin to describe it. Not without particularly floral prose or florid details. But she had to. For Lyn’s sake. She really didn’t want to worry Lyn, that was the least of everything and anything that Florina wanted to do.

But it was peculiar. Supernatural. A curse, perhaps? Had she angered some mage somewhere? Nothing particularly sprang to Florina’s mind but it was difficult to think, especially when she had Lyn’s finger going through her hair, stroking her down from her illness and holding her back from her own ick.

Florina vomited again.

She emptied not the contents of her stomach, however. The last meal she ate, the last beverage that she drank. As awful as vomiting was, the taste of it, the wretch of it, that would be so much easier to explain than what Florina was actually vomiting.

She was vomiting flowers.

Gross, yucky, covered in her stomach acid flowers but flowers, nonetheless.

They would have been beautiful had they not been growing in Florina’s stomach rather than the ground.

They were peonies, no less. Bulb after bulb, leaf after leaf, petal after petal, from the very depths of Florina’s body, she was vomiting peonies in their pastel bushels and Lyn was being very sympathetic about it.

“Your being very brave right now, Florina. Your doing well.” Lyn cooed, concern saturated her voice.

“I-I am…” Florina replied. She was shaky. Exhausted.

“Mmhm,” Lyn replied, “you are. Are you done?”

“I-I think so…” Florina was hopeful, for a moment, but the hope barely lasted before the breath of her next syllable as she tried to speak.

She hunkered over again, retching. Lyn sighed and surveiled their surroundings again. They had made camp in the hinterlands, far from home for either of them, it was a place not known for peonies to natively grow and to be sick in such a place, it would have been worrying for anyone but especially for a pair of soldiers.

Florina vomited another flower and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. Her saliva was sticky on her chin. The flowers tasted sweet, even in their atrocious state as soaked in bile.

“...I wish I was done.” Florina murmured, upset.

“No, I’m serious, you are doing so well right now. Just let it all out.” Lyn said.

“There, there.” Lyn murmured and she massaged Florina’s scalp.

Florina blushed. It felt so good. Like really good, it made the hair on her arms stand up. Lyn smiled and then Florina frowned. She really didn’t feel well, even with Lyn playing with her hair and trying to make her feel better. Her heart had skipped a beat.

“I don’t feel very brave right now.” Florina complained and she felt her stomach threaten another spill.

“Well you must be,” Lyn said, far too joking for Florina’s taste, “because peonies symbolise bravery.”

She held her stomach as she pulled back, tentatively okay. She sat on the back of her legs and sighed. Florina thought back to when this had all started. At first it was just a taste in her mouth, then a sensation in her stomach, like those of phantom butterflies but now it was all very real. She had the scratches from the stems of those flowers in her throat to prove it.

After her pause, through her pout, Florina replied: “I doubt that.”

Though it wounded her, she was coming to loathe Lyn’s platitudes. She wasn’t the one with knees in the dirt, fingers in the grass, and with flowers where they most certainly should not have been. She stole a glance at Lyn, trying to frown but she could not hold that expression for Florina could never loathe Lyn. Her feeble attempts of trying, even amused Lyn, making her laugh and poke her face, calling her cute.

All because, all in all, Florina loved Lyn. That’s why she could never loathe her, not in seriousness.

“Even beyond your ailment,” Lyn added, “you have to be feeling brave right now. To shoulder this burden? There’s an old Sacae legend, you know, about maidens in love.”

“Th-There is?” Florina blinked curiously.

That threat from before, in the pit of her stomach, it gave a movement which pained her but having been swung at with swords and axes, shot at with arrows, Florina forced herself to hardly wince. Even though her instinct for danger, whilst often clouded with her phobias and anxieties, was usually good for anything particularly sharp and right now. It was warning her gravely. Seriously. And so, Florina cradled herself more protectively.

Yet Lyn seemed utterly oblivious to Florina’s body language. She continued on, nothing more, nothing less. Just sharing a fun fact.

“There is.” Lyn confirmed with a nod of her head. “There is a story of a young girl who was so overwhelmed with her true love that she, too, began to vomit flowers. It was said to have started because there had been a drought and thus, she had no gifts to give to her would-be beau, so her body provided them for her.”

“Oh, um… Interesting.” Florina squeaked. “And what happened to her?”

“Well, unsurprisingly, her beau thought she had a curse and rejected her gifts but the flowers… They wouldn’t stop growing inside of her, she couldn’t stop vomiting up, eventually she couldn’t eat and so… withered away. She, uh, Florina… She died, unfortunately.”

Lyn’s words struck a terrible chord with Florina. She paled.

“But that won’t happen to me… right?” Florina asked in the tiniest voice.

“Of course not,” Lyn replied, blithe, smiling, “after all, any guy would be stupid to turn you down. You’ve come out of your shell a lot, as well. So, who is the lucky fella?”

Florina’s mouth dried. She couldn’t bring herself to say who just that lucky person was. After all, she was looking at the one who had enchanted her. In more ways than one, it did seem. And, for a moment, Florina was almost grateful that she didn’t have to reply. She vomited again, sudden, yet more peonies, though into her lap and to the secret of a breaking heart.

#femslash #fire emblem the blazing blade #fire emblem the blazing sword #florilyn #florina (fire emblem)#lyn (fire emblem)#lyndis (fire emblem)#writing tag #unrequited peonies #fe flash fridays #i have played so very little of blazing blade; like so little i don't even think i can say i played it #BUT #florilyn good and that ending is so sadge that i'm sorry that my first fic about them is incompatible orientations

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buckybeardreams · 11 months

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Wow chapter 5 of totally platonic was great! I love how Buck is slowly starting to feel safer and safer with Eddie, while Eddie just kinda slyly manipulates( lovingly of course and maybe a little selfishly lol) him to where he wants him in the background lol. Eddie being such a good daddy and putting in the effort in picking out the perfect bear for Buck was adorable and if that was Bucks reaction at first to a teddy bear, he’s not gonna know what hit him when Eddie goes from having a passing thought of them to actually introducing/insisting on diapers,bottles and pacifiers for real, and i can’t wait to see it lol. And I’m sure Eddie will do it with a practiced ease and throw away comment to convince him just like the bear. Keep up the great work!

In reference to this fic

Lol lovingly but selfishly is the perfect way to describe the way Eddie is manipulating Buck! I love that!

Yeah, Eddie is very capable of charming Buck into doing anything, and if he can't charm him, he can definitely pull out the Daddy's so disappointed in you, Evan card. I'm sure would Buck would break down crying if Eddie did that to him, ready to do whatever his daddy wanted him to do cuz even when he's being a brat, he really does want to be good for his daddy, wants his daddy to be happy with him.

Eddie getting Buck a teddy bear is so freaking adorable! But he definitely has ulterior motives too and that's kind the thing I love about this version of Eddie. He's not going to ever try to blatantly harm Buck, even if he might not always do things that are good for Buck. Like even when he's being possessive and controlling, he's doing it out of a place of love.

Yeah, there's not much that Eddie can't talk Buck into, and really, he doesn't even have to do that much convincing. Like he just either puts out a suggestion and let's Buck latch onto it or he just tells Buck what's gonna happen, but either way, if Eddie wants something to happen, it's going to happen

Like I'm not saying we're getting any actual sex in the next chapter, but... we're getting phone sex 👀👀

I actually know exactly how I want Eddie to introduce Buck to diapers! I got the idea while talking to my friend, and it's gonna start with Eddie eating Buck out, and Buck gets beard burn from it, complaining afterwards that Eddie has to shave better. Eddie puts diaper rash cream on him to stop his whining.

But obviously next time Eddie wants to eat him out, Buck gives in and lets him even tho he can feel Eddie's stubble rubbing against the insides of his cheeks and knows he'll be all sore afterwards.

And since he's sore afterwards, Eddie offers the diaper cream. Buck's knows it helps, but he's not thrilled and he complains to Eddie that the diaper cream makes his boxers all sticky and gross.

Obvious solution... Eddie buys him diapers.

Buck will be genuinely mortified by this and resistant but Eddie will manage to talk him into it, just like he does everything else cuz he's just such a good guy, and I'm just trying to help you, Buck, why won't you let me help you? You're upset that your underwear gets all messy, but Daddy has the perfect solution, so why are you fighting me?

As for bottles, I'd imagine Eddie would probably start him with sippy cups and present it like oh, it just makes sense, Buck, it's less of a mess this way, and this way, you can carry your juice with you wherever you go! And then, once Buck was used to that, he'd switch him over to a bottle.

He'd probably introduce the pacifiers either as a way to help Buck soothe himself or a way to keep him quiet when he's being a nuisance.

I could see it going either way lol

Like maybe Buck starts sucking on his thumb, and so Eddie gets him pacifiers and tells him it's yucky to suck on his fingers, so he has to use a paci now.

Or Buck being too loud and bratty, maybe mouthing off or throwing fits, maybe he even says a naughty word, and so Daddy pacifies him, and if he refused to keep his paci in, I'm sure Eddie would have no problem attaching a strap to it and turning it into a proper gag 👀👀

#buddie #asks #daddy eddie verse

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my-youthsbookmark · 1 year

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glucose

sometimes my heart feels too full and fond and sticky sugary sweet.

my heart will explode and all those sugary sweet emotions will contaminate every single organ until i die from hemorrhaging because there are sugar crystals stored inside me and it's blocking the blood vessels. whenever i feel too happy and fond, my heart hurts. maybe it’s a disease. my blood feels like honey left out in the sun.

my friend held my hand and leaned on my shoulder the other day, i was hit with awfully fond feelings bc i love her so much i don't want her to be cold and i got heartburn. i think i’m often a little inlove with everyone. every friend i’ve made and will make will probably make my heart skip a beat or thrice atleast once. there’s just something so wonderful about falling inlove with life, with the people you encounter and the experiences you have.

my heart feels like a burning pile of garbage and it catches everything it can on fire. it’s constricting and choking me with these yucky sticky feelings, i need to pour it out into someone or something. i think i’d like it more if it was someone.

it’s kinda like, spilling a pot of hot soup onto the kitchen floor and having no mop. i’m left to deal with the mess with wash cloths and a shallow basin, sure it’s doable but my back and knees hurt from kneeling for too long. pouring those emotions out could be like, a super cool vacuum that vacuums and mops on different surfaces. it’d be more easier. the constant noise of the vacuum could even maybe drown out my thoughts, the kind that compel me to write things like this.

#pls help #ew feelings #i should shut up #i love my friends

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razzle-zazzle · 1 year

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Whumptober Day 28: It's just the tip of the iceberg

Anger born of worry

3700 Words; Ouroboros AU

TW for violence, exploitation, bloodsport, injury, trauma

AO3 ver

Mirtala didn’t like hatred. It was a sticky, vile thing, crawling around in her chest and making everything yucky. She couldn’t stand the way it clinged to her, smearing onto everything she touched.

Mirtala did everything in her power to avoid that Sticky Feeling. Being Kind felt so much better, and it was so much easier to do! There was no need to let such gross miasma fester inside herself when she could nurture other feelings instead!

Even in Ouroboros, where suffering and exploitation made monsters of people, Mirtala wanted to avoid cruelty. Wanted to keep that Icky Sticky Feeling at bay.

It was easy, sometimes; the Wolves most often assigned to watch after her when Dee was out tended to be gentle with her; Mirtala suspected, based on what she’d overheard, that it was because she reminded them of their own little daughters and sisters and nieces. That they had people in their lives outside of Ouroboros for Mirtala to remind them of—it reminded her that they were People, with just as much potential to be Good as they had to be Mean, and—

Mirtala could never hate other people. How could she, when they could be so wonderful?

Everyone in Ouroboros was Meaner than they’d be outside it, but Mirtala couldn’t hate them for that. Wouldn’t hate them.

But it was hard, sometimes, to remember that. Hard to remember that behind every mask was a Person. Ouroboros was a dreadful place.

And Creed was at the top of it.

Creed was…

Mirtala didn’t like to hate. It always left her feeling Vile.

But she hated Creed.

Hated his smarmy smile. Hated his expensive clothes and heavy gold bracelets and platinum watch. Hated the gentle edge his voice took when he was being especially Cruel. Hated him and his stupid fighting ring and this place he had built.

Mirtala liked to see the best in everyone. The world was much more fun that way.

But Creed had nothing good in him for Mirtala to see. Nothing but greed and arrogance and cruelty.

Oh, he was perfectly courteous to her, on account of her age. Was perfectly polite when he invited—no, ordered—Mirtala and the other children in Ouroboros to watch the fights. Creed was never outright cruel to Mirtala, never raised his voice or hit her—

But there were a lot of ways to hurt people. Mirtala had seen it, had seen the way Creed oozed malice and threat, the way he belittled people with words coated in honey. Creed weaponized politeness, twisted what would in anyone else’s hands be kindness into poison. Mirtala hated it.

Mirtala didn’t like to hate; she despised the Icky Sticky feeling it gave her. It was suffocating and dreadful and Mirtala wanted nothing to do with it.

She hated Creed all the same.

+=+=+=+=+

Aster was being mean again.

Aster was being mean again, and Mirtala had had it. That they were nearly twice Mirtala’s age was of little consequence—they picked on everyone younger than them because they’d grown up in Ouroboros, because they could—

For once, Mirtala didn’t care about the reason. Didn’t care that behind Aster’s insults towards her hair braids or her face or the way she moved was a Person acting on what they knew. Didn’t care—she was too tired to care.

Aster snorted as they tugged on Mirtala’s braid hoop, almost pulling it free. “Aw, are you gonna cry? You really are a baby.”

Mirtala wanted to be the bigger person. Wanted to hold onto kindness above all else—she despised hate and she despised being mean. She pushed Aster’s hand away from her braid and set her shoulders, resolutely looking away from them.

But Aster just kept pushing, like everything else in this damn place, and the Hens never did anything about it because they never did anything, they just watched and kept everyone here in the Henhouse until it was time to go—

Mirtala remembered everything her mother had taught her about voice projection, inhaled deeply, opened her mouth, and screamed.

Aster reeled back, hands going to their ears. Mirtala pushed forward, grabbing the skirt of their dress, and tugged.

“Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up! You’re never nice!” Mirtala took a breath and continued, digging her fingers into frayed lace. “You go around picking on everyone and NOBODY LIKES YOU! SO DO EVERYONE A FAVOR AND SHUT UP!”

Mirtala let go, her shoulders trembling. She shoved at Aster with all of her might, sending them tumbling backwards with a yelp.

Aster looked like they were on the verge of tears. Mirtala didn’t have it in her to care.

She channeled pre-Ourobors Dion at his most surly and snapped, “Get over it, you big baby.”

(Later, when she and Dion were settling in for the night, when Dion asked her how her day was and Mirtala couldn’t answer through the sticky guilt choking her—

She didn’t like this place. She didn’t like it at all. She just wanted to go home.)

+=+=+=+=+

“Sorry, Tala, I don’t have the energy today.” Dion’s voice was short, the ends of it frayed with exhaustion. He didn’t move from his bedroll, and continued to stare blankly at the ceiling.

Mirtala huffed, exasperation and hurt curdling in her stomach. Dion never had the energy, lately, coming back from the day’s work with exhaustion in his movements and something tense in his bones. They finally had a room big enough to do some basic stretching after the Incident—

(Mirtala hadn’t been watching, the night that the Lion went up against the Secretarybird. Had only heard about what happened in the aftermath, when their room got downgraded all the way back to tiny, when Dion came back with bruises on his face and arms that he hadn’t gotten in the arena.)

—But Dion had been nothing but a downer, lately. He would wake up in the mornings to braid Mirtala’s hair and help her read whatever books she got gifted, would spend as much time engaging with her as he could before he was called away to work and she was called away to the Henhouse with all the other children. And then he’d come back, tired and wound up tightly, and none of Mirtala’s efforts to get him to play with her were working.

When the time came for the Death Pit, Dion would leave with dread in his voice and face and come back injured, exhausted, spent. Would leave Mirtala worrying that maybe this would be the night he didn’t come back, that this would be the night that she was left all alone in Ouroboros.

But Dion always came back. Always pulled through.

(Mirtala had given up on counting the nights spent tucked against his side until his breathing matched hers. Dion rarely spoke, those nights, the silence making it almost seem as though Mirtala’s brother had been replaced by a ghost, quiet and tense around her.)

Mirtala despised hatred, in all of its Icky Sticky forms.

But the longer they spent in Ouroboros, the more her brother changed. The longer they spent in Ouroboros, the more those changes scared her.

(Mirtala was changing, too, she felt. Before Ouroboros, she’d have never snapped at someone else like she had at Seph. She wasn’t that Mean. She wasn’t.

But she’d snapped at Aster all the same, and—

It had been satisfying. It had been satisfying, to fall down to Seph’s level and scream at them.

That was what scared Mirtala the most.)

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Dion wasn’t in the ring tonight, but he was gone all the same, pulled away to do some task or other.

Mirtala rocked back and forth on her bedroll, clutching Francis III to her chest. The unicorn plushie offered little comfort, but it was something to wrap her arms around, something to hold onto that was more substantial than her slowly fleeting kindness.

(Dion worked so hard. Let himself change just so he and Mirtala could have better living arrangements, even though all Mirtala wanted was to go home—)

There were a few fights scheduled tonight. None of them Death Pits—that was next week.

Mirtala half-considered sneaking out to go find Dion, but she knew that was a terrible idea. For all that her sneaking out to watch the fights was almost encouraged, sneaking out for any other reason was firmly Against the Rules.

(Mirtala hated those rules. She couldn’t not, when they were the tools Creed used to control Ouroboros, when they were the chains caging her and her brother and everyone else in.)

…An idea occurred to her. Slowly, she stood up, gently setting Francis III on the bedroll. Sneaking out to watch the fights was fine so long as she didn’t get caught, so long as she didn’t interrupt the fight or got in someone’s way or disturbed the audience.

Mirtala rifled through her and Dion’s shared footlocker, pushing aside their shared belongings to find the mask she’d nicked from one of the Wolves a while back. It was a little worn, the cord frayed. There were tiny cracks at the bottom edge of the left eyehole, little lines barely noticeable from a distance. The mask smelt faintly of cinnamon and dust.

Mirtala held it in front of her face. Imagined, for a moment, that she was wearing the mask, that she was another faceless warrior under Creed’s iron fist.

There were a few fights scheduled for tonight. None of them Death Pits.

Mirtala hesitated, fingers clutched around the edges of the mask. It was big next to her face, meant for someone much taller and older than her. What was she even thinking?

(She was thinking that Dion worked himself to the bone for the both of them, all because she was too young and too useless to be of any help—)

She could just… think of it as a game.

Yeah, that’d work. Just pretend she was playing tag, but if she got caught she’d get hurt.

And Mirtala was great at tag. The best!

(Memories of chasing and being chased by Queepie and Raz and sometimes even Frazie rose up, like water spilling out of a kettle. Mirtala’s chest tightened.

She missed them. She missed them so much.)

Yeah, this would be easy.

(If she kept thinking that, maybe it would be.)

Mirtala clutched the stolen mask to her chest. The Wolf she’d taken it from had never bothered to get it back—either they’d gotten a replacement, or Creed had gotten rid of them. For all that Mirtala prided her ability to tell the Wolves apart, she couldn’t tell.

(She knew she would be easy to tell apart, knew that the mask she had stolen would fool nobody if she was the one wearing it.

But Dion wasn’t here right now, and it was a terrible time for an escape attempt.)

Mirtala changed her braids from easily-grabbed hoops (perfect for acrobatic tricks, perfect for being juggled) to tight buns. She took a breath and put the mask on, tying the cord tight.

It was about time she did something to help.

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There was a small TV in the room Dion was cleaning, the screen flashing with live footage from the arenas, even though there was nobody using this room right now. There would be, when the next fight started, but for now it was Dion’s job to clean up the trash and sweep up the detritus from the room’s previous occupants.

Before the Incident, Dion might very well have been in those arenas. But he wasn’t suited for anything but the Death Pit, now—

(He didn’t even feel human, sometimes, half expecting to see a monster—a Lion—in the mirror when he looked.

He saw himself every time. He didn’t always recognize his face.)

Dion shoved those thoughts down, and returned to his sweeping. Every so often, the TV blared as the audience cheered or the announcer made some corny remark. Dion ignored it.

“And it looks li—” The announcer cut off, caught by surprise. “What?”

Dion turned toward the screen.

“...It looks like another contender has entered the arena!” The announcer recovered their aplomb, the audience muttering in surprise and excitement.

Dion stared at the fighter that had tumbled into the caged arena, hands on their hips, Wolf mask ill-fitting, their hair pulled back into two braided buns—

Dion’s heart stopped. He tried to breathe, as horror clawed up his spine, but no air could get through the sudden squeeze on his windpipe.

No, no, no—there was no way. Dion was not seeing this, this wasn’t real—

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Mirtala tumbled away from the Badger, almost giggling as she continued to dance out of the woman’s reach.

The other fighters hadn’t really known what to make of her, at first, which was just fine. Let them be confused.

The Coyote made a grab for her, franticness in their movements. Mirtala somersaulted over their reaching hands, rolling between their legs and popping up behind them.

She hadn’t grabbed a weapon, hadn’t gone into the ring with any real idea of what she was going to do. But she was an Aquato, and death-defying stunts ran in her blood.

“Kid,” The Eagle gasped, almost shoving the Coyote to the dirt in an effort to grab Mirtala, “Kid, what the hell are you doing?”

Mirtala paused in her scramble to put a hand to her mask, as though she were seriously considering the Eagle’s question. The Badger made a diving tackle to grab her, and Mirtala jumped over the woman with a shriek of glee. “Fighting!” She declared, as the Coyote tripped over the Badger.

Her heart was pounding, every inch of her thrumming with the thrill of dancing through the air. Adrenaline sang in her veins and fear beat a rhythm in her chest as she ducked under another swipe. This was a fight, and Mirtala was terrified—

But the way the audience was laughing, cheering at the sudden entry of another contender, the way Mirtala was dancing around her opponents, calling upon every trick her parents had ever taught her—

She was terrified. She was having the time of her life.

(She wasn’t sure whether it was the thrill or the fight that scared her more.)

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Dion couldn’t take his eyes off the screen. Couldn’t wrench his gaze free of the damning footage of his baby sister in the one place he never wanted her to be, couldn’t breathe through the horror crushing his chest—

All of the other combatants were trying to get her, to grab her to—Dion didn’t know, couldn’t read their body language through the haze twisting his stomach. Ice filled his veins. He couldn’t breathe.

What if this was it? What if everything Dion had done to get to this point was nothing? Everything that he had done just to keep himself alive for Mirtala, to keep her safe because she was his responsibility—

The broom clattered on the floor, Dion’s knees scraping against the tile as he doubled over. He barely registered the pain as his palms smacked against the tile, barely registered anything past the fact that he couldn’t breathe.

Where had he gone wrong? Where had Mirtala even gotten the idea to jump into the one place he never wanted her to be?

Oh god, Dion thought, the panicked haze in his head choking out everything else, if she gets hurt—

Murder wasn’t required outside the Death Pit, and wasn’t encouraged—but it wasn’t discouraged, either, so long as it remained a rare accident. Injuries that would put a fighter out of commission were discouraged, but anything less than that was perfectly fine.

Mirtala was so tiny, light as a bird. She didn’t have hollow bones, and Dion knew that Mirtala could take a lot more than her tiny appearance suggested—

She was so small. She wasn’t even seven. She was Dion’s responsibility, she was his priority—if she got hurt—

“Breathe, little lion.” Hands grasped his shoulders firmly, holding him steady. “C’mon, kid.” The Wolf grunted, their touch grounding and suffocating all at once, “Work with me here. Deep breaths, in and out.”

Dion choked on air. The Wolf kept talking to him, rough voice coaching him through the attack.

Slowly, air began to return to Dion’s lungs. Slowly, the terror choking him receded, turning into splintered glass in his stomach. Slowly, Dion came back to reality.

The TV kept playing. The broom remained on the floor.

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The room Dion was brought to was the same, unchanged despite Mirtala’s stunt. Dion was glad for that—the last thing he needed was to have that recklessness encouraged.

He paced the entire time he was alone, fear and anxiety taking a blender to his organs. Not knowing what was happening was almost worse than seeing Mirtala in the arena, nausea and sweat trickling down Dion’s back.

The first thing Dion did when he saw Mirtala was to pull her in for a hug, holding her tightly to confirm that this was real. That she was alive despite jumping straight into the one place Dion never wanted her to be. He held her tightly, afraid that she’d melt away into nothing if he let go. Afraid that she’d somehow disappear and it’d be his fault for not stopping her—

Mirtala squirmed in his hold, pushing at his chest to express that he was holding her too tightly. Dion loosened his hold slowly, but couldn’t let go all the way.

She was real. She was real and alive and Dion needed to make sure she stayed that way.

“What were you thinking?” He growled, putting his hands on her shoulders. The bandage on her cheek and the still-forming bruise on her arm was like a sledgehammer to his gut. “Of all the reckless things to do—”

Mirtala frowned. “I helped.” She explained, as though Dion was unmentionably stupid for not getting it. “I put myself to work and I helped.”

“That’s not helpful!” Dion snapped. “There’s nothing helpful about throwing yourself in danger and giving me a heart attack!”

Mirtala stood, hands balled into fists. “But you do that all the time!” She protested. “You’re always putting yourself in danger and going into the arena!” She’d seen it, time and time again. She’d seen her brother force himself into the fray and come out on top, time and time again. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair that he kept going back in there and turning into someone that terrified Mirtala. It wasn’t fair.

(Nothing was fair in Ouroboros. But the slow death of the brother she loved was especially unfair, in Mirtala’s eyes. She had to find a way to lighten the burden. She had to.)

Dion reeled back as if he’d been struck. Slowly, hands trembling, he gathered enough air to shoot back, “Because that’s my job, Tala.” His voice cracked, worry bleeding through the anger, “You’re my baby sister—it’s my responsibility to keep you safe.” She was his priority. She was six. She was so many wonderful things and not a single part of her deserved the misery of the arena. Not a single part of her deserved to be here, in this hell—

But she was here, because Dion was an idiot who fucked everything up. So it was Dion’s responsibility to take care of her, to keep her safe.

“Don’t you dare do that again.” Dion growled. “Don’t you scare me like that again.”

Mirtala frowned, her whole face pinched in frustration. “I’m not a baby.” She muttered. “And you’re my brother!” She snapped, pointing accusingly. “Family takes care of each other.” Her voice was thick, her eyes pricking at the corners. “So I have to take care of you, too!”

Dion grabbed Mirtala’s arm, his hand level with the bruise on her other arm. “Tala—” He choked out.

Mirtala’s chest tightened. The arena, the fighting, Dion—

It was too much, all at once.

Mirtala flinched back out of Dion’s grip, tears in her eyes.

Dion flinched back at her expression.

“Tala, I—” Dion fumbled, “I didn’t mean—I just—” He reached out to her, but withdrew his hand. “Tala.” He all but whispered, voice strained.

Mirtala rubbed at her eyes with her arm. Picked up Francis III and sat down on her bedroll, curled around the unicorn and refusing to meet Dion’s gaze.

(Mirtala despised hatred. Wanted nothing to do with the Icky Sticky feeling it brought.

Her chest was full of it all the same.)

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Mirtala had been in Creed’s office only four times before. She’d always been with Dion, though, or seated on the bench with the other children.

She was alone this time, utterly alone on the bench. She felt tiny.

(She hated that.)

Creed’s gaze bore down on her, dark brown eyes threatening to swallow her whole. Mirtala shifted awkwardly, staring at the edge of the desk she could barely see over.

“So the little lion cub has claws.” Creed commented, something verging on approval in his voice. “That was quite the stunt you pulled, young lady.”

Mirtala hunched her shoulders. Her chest tightened, Icky Sticky slime pooling in her stomach.

Creed pulled out a file. Mirtala sat still as a statue, not even kicking her legs.

“I was going to wait a few years before giving you any assignments,” there was something vaguely resembling amusement in the rumble of Creed’s voice, something sharp that had Mirtala somehow stilling further, “On account of your age.”

Mirtala risked a glance at his face. Wide blue eyes met narrowed brown, the air thickened with tension.

“But you’re a clever young lady, aren’t you?” Creed asked, his voice svelte and gentle and prompting.

Mirtala knew a trap when she heard one. She kept her mouth shut.

Creed nodded to himself. “And a go-getter, if your little stunt proves anything.” He concluded.

Mirtala glared at the edge of the desk. She hated this man. She hated him so much.

Creed chuckled darkly. The sound tightened Mirtala’s chest.

Mirtala risked another glance at the man, just in time to see the sly smirk on his face. Just in time to see the way his eyes lit up with greed, the way malice oozed from his expression.

“I think we can work something out.” He promised.

#whumptober2022 #no.28 #anger born of worry #psychonauts #zaz writes #violence #bloodsport #exploitation #trauma #ouroboros au #mirtala aquato #dion aquato #creed of ouroboros #hey look we finally get to see how mirtala's doing!!#it's not good!!!#also just. for all that mirtala is pretty damn emotionally intelligent for her age #she's still a child + dion's emotionally unintelligent more than half the time + this is a stressful situation for them both #so they are. coming into conflict #speedrunning posting this so i don't miss my bus lmao

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crttvset · 25 days

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when i go to japan do i have to eat natto is it like opt out because i love me some edamame and i love soy sauce but natto looks yucky and sticky and i dont trust that one youtube shorts guy who puts natto on everything

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kimmimaru · 2 months

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I made it to the Saucer in Rebirth. God, I hate this place so much. Elena having the shit scared out of her in the haunted hotel though was funny. Also Sephiroth randomly appearing to tell Cloud to have a good time, yeah he said it very ominously but that was nice of him lol. Still not a huge fan of Yuffie, but she's the youngest character and young characters always annoy me. Not looking forward to Cait Sith joining the band because...well, he's annoying too. I make no apoloise for that.

Currently I'm wondering around actively avoiding doing any minigames, I know I might have to...I just don't WANT to. Also Dio looks...kind of gross. I feel like he would feel greasy. Yucky. He is everything I imagined from his little square shaped avatar in the OG though tbh. Icky and kind of sticky. The man oils his muscles and it gives me brain sensory yuck, because I feel like I can FEEL it. Kind of want more Andrea though, we have too little of him.

Am very interested to find out who I'll end up on a date with, because I've been aiming for either Barett or Red, not sure if Red even IS an option tbh but its worth trying lol. Still not liking the Zack bits, its still confusing. >:( But they're short enough not to bother me hugely. Loving the amount of Sephiroth we're getting, the man has got creepy stalker down to an art and my little Sefikura heart enjoys it muchly. I think it would funny if Sephiroth was an option for the gold saucer date, can you imagine? Cloud goes on a date with his spiritual stalker. Lol. Or maybe if he just lurked in the background, hovering behind food stalls and shit. Watching. I dunno, its 3 am and I should be asleep I need to stop rambling. OH! Also, I am so excited for the Barett and Dyne shit. That is one of my fave parts of the OG (I mean everything in the OG is my fave, technically). I'm never sure why but I just loved it. Also also, Cloud's slow descent into madness/mental breakdown? Mmmm. Loving it. Again, one of my fave parts of the OG and they're doing a damn good job of it here as well. The way he seems to sort of forget or brush it off but the others are slowly growing more and more wary around him, starting to treat him like he's actually sick...yes. All the yes. I just really like Cloud's total lack of concern and everyone else is like: Uhhh, yeah...maybe go lie down? And Barett sort of becoming the group dad-friend? Yes. More yesses. But now it is time he looked after himself for a while and have it out with the ex-bestie.

#ff7 rebirth spoilers #I think these are spoilers? maybe?

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jdgo51 · 11 months

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Dead. Or Not Dead.

Today's inspiration comes from:

Finish Line

by Robert Wolgemuth

"I hate death. I hate it intensely." ~ Ray Ortlund, Tweet, June 2022

"'The original title of this, the opening chapter of a book on a serious subject was, “Yucky. Not Yucky.” My editor wisely suggested something more grown-up-sounding. I’m good with adult words. However, having raised two daughters all the way from silliness to full maturity, clearly the word yucky was a favorite. The target of this word could have ranged from small sticky place on the kitchen counter to something much more serious. Like mortality.

The opening two chapters in the first book in the Bible paint a pristine picture of all things good. In some cases... very good. But when we arrive at chapter 3, the landscape changes. And everything in this Genesis chapter shows us what bad looks like. In some cases, very bad.

And one of those terrible things that resulted from Adam and Eve’s disobedience was death. Until that moment, nothing or no one died. Then a decree went out that eventually everything would perish:

For you are dust, and you will return to dust. — Genesis 3:19 CSB

Like, which part of this diagnosis don’t we understand?

And the most sobering part of this God-spoken directive is that the word you isn’t just delivered to Adam. The pronoun is plural. Thousands of years later, you and I are included. The people we have loved, the people we love now, and the people we will love tomorrow are in there. And the process of dying begins the moment we suck in our first big swallow of air as tiny newborns. Like an hourglass that’s been flipped over, the sand above begins trickling below through the pinch in the middle. There’s no turning that thing right side up. We’re on a one-way trajectory.

And beyond the Garden of Eden and throughout the Bible and all of recorded history, there’s plenty more that has been written about death.

For example, the man Job, from the depths of his own despair affirmed this to be true.

Anyone born of woman is short of days and full of trouble. He blossoms like a flower, then withers; he flees like a shadow and does not last. — Job 14:1–2 CSB

A flower that “does not last.” A brilliant and descriptive metaphor for death.

Even the most beloved psalm written by David assumes life’s end. He doesn’t open this subject in the Shepherd’s Psalm with “just in case” or “maybe”; rather he begins the death phrase with the conjunction “even though,” like there’s no choice in the matter. Because there isn’t.

Even though I walk through the darkest valley... — Psalm 23:4

So because of the shortsightedness of Adam and Eve’s disobedience, and the consequence, the Bible includes the stories of men and women dying. From these accounts you and I can learn a few important things. Here are some examples.

THE MURDER OF THE BIBLE’S SECOND SON

The verses immediately following the eating of the forbidden fruit tell of the birth of two boys — first Cain, then Abel.

Imagine the joy the parents of these men must have experienced at their births. And like every mother and dad throughout the remainder of recorded history with more than one child, Adam and Eve likely wondered, How is it possible that these boys came from the same parents? They could not be more different from each other.

If you’re the parent of more than one kid, you’ve had this conversation with your mate, right?

Apparently, it was too much of a difference for Cain to bear.

Cain said to his blow-dried, always-do-everything-right brother Abel, ‘Let’s go out to the field.’ And while they were in the field, Cain attacked his brother Abel and killed him. — Genesis 4:8, Robert’s paraphrase

God’s sentence of death directed to Adam’s sinful decision struck first in his own family. It doesn’t matter how long it was before Cain murdered his little brother, the sting must have been awful... for their dad and mom.

Remember that it had been many years since Adam and Eve had disobeyed God. We know this since there had been time for Cain and Abel to be conceived, born, and grow up. And don’t you know that when their mother and father first learned of their son’s murder, their minds must have careened back to God’s declaration of the thing called death. And this, as a result of their own disobedience. Now death was paying a visit to their family. No small thing to be sure.

As you know, the whole idea of this book is that you and I are going to die. Someday we will cross that line. The event will be complete. The finish line will be our death.

It’s a certainty. Or is it?

I hate death. I hate it intensely. ~ Ray Ortlund, Tweet, June 2022

A QUICK ROUND TRIP

When Jesus walked this earth, there were times when He went nose-to-nose with the Genesis 3 narrative about the sentence of death and literally brought departed people back to life. If this was the first time you’ve ever heard of this, what I just wrote would have sounded incredulous. Even impossible.

But you’ve likely heard there was a Man who lived and had the power to call dead people back. And according to the gospel accounts, Jesus did this three times. Just three times — not counting His own resurrection.

The first such miracle involved the only son of a widow. Take a second and let that sink in. Here was a lone woman who had lost her husband and her only child. Jesus and His disciples were visiting the town of Nain and happened upon a funeral procession. No one needed to tell Jesus about the circumstances. No one showed Him the press clipping that included the obituary. Jesus knew. Scripture says that Jesus saw the mother and had compassion on her and said,

Don’t cry. — Luke 7:13

Jesus approached the bier and did something no self-respecting Rabbi would ever do.1 He touched the corpse and said,

Young man, I say to you, get up! Immediately, the dead man sat up and began to talk, and Jesus gave him back to his mother. — Luke 7:14–15

The biblical account tells us that Jesus left the scene and got on to the next thing on His schedule. But can you imagine what the next few hours must have been like for the young man’s mother? Dead son. Because of Jesus, not dead son.

The second account, found in Mark 5:21–43, is also a familiar one. This story has to do with a man named Jairus, the father of a daughter, which is probably why I’m so attracted to it.

Another reason to love this story is the way Jairus, a decorated Jew, humbly fell at Jesus’ feet, pleading on behalf of his twelve-year-old girl. For priests or Pharisees who may have been there, seeing a holy Israelite on the ground in front of an unschooled teacher like Jesus would have been scandalous. But Jairus didn’t care what anyone thought. This was a nothing-to-lose split second.

Once Jesus arrived at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Jairus, He entered the youngster’s room with her mother and father, Peter, James, and John. Given the likelihood of the size of the room, a crowded space, to be sure. And as He had done with the other dead body, Jesus broke protocol and took her hand. The tenderness of this scene overwhelms me. And like the man’s corpse on the cart, the young girl immediately sat up. Dead daughter. Because of Jesus, not dead daughter.

And maybe the most famous Bible story of a dead person coming to life, doesn’t include any touching at all. This time Jesus just spoke, as He had at the very beginning — at creation in Genesis — turning death into life.2"'

“The prohibition of Kohen defilement to the dead is the commandment to a Jewish priest (kohen) not to come in direct contact with, or be in the same enclosed roofed space as a dead human body” (Wikipedia contributors, “Prohibition of Kohen Defilement by the Dead,” Wikipedia, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prohibition_of _Kohen_defilement_by_the_dead, accessed August 10, 2022). The Bible on Jesus and creation: John 1:3, 10; 1 Corinthians 8:6; Colossians 1:16; Hebrews 1:2. Excerpted with permission from Finish Line by Robert Wolgemuth, copyright Robert Wolgemuth.

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4.16

I wonder when I will encounter romance again. It sounds so cringy. Romance, not the wondering. I know I like the feeling of having someone to look at you in a certain way and hold you at night and everything else. Having someone to enjoy your cooking. Lol fuck idk. But it just sounds so uncomfortable. I don’t want to become familiar with someone else. I don’t want to bring anyone around joel really. But I don’t want my life to be split…that would be weird.

It makes me wonder about myself. It makes me wonder if maybe I’m just not cut out for that kind of thing? It seems like a shame and a waste because I feel good with someone else. But it doesn’t seem accessible?? Like it’s very hard to imagine it. I mean it’s hard to suspend disbelief.

I remember how it was with Jake. There is nothing I can do to change how I was but omg I was a little monster. That shook my world. Because I was so fucking clueless and unhealthy and fresh in the world omg what a terrible thing. What a horrible terrible thing. Lol.

And just everything since has been so yucky. Everything. Everything has very obviously not been great. And it’s so weird because I’m still hopeful but I’m also kinda like meh whatever I better get used to the idea and make peace with myself.

The dreams don’t help but they are kinda fun. I guess maybe they are helping because they are making me very familiar with green flag feelings. Which makes the red ones stand out. I really am committed to myself now. I think that’s a positive of this whole thing. It’s hard to see upsides. I mean very easy to acknowledge freedom, but it’s such a sticky feeling.

It’s all withdrawal I think. The world as I knew it no longer exists in my field of vision. I think one day I’ll wake up and realize it’s been months since I thought about izier. With it without someone. Especially without. I think I won’t physically crave touch. At least not as much as I do now. I’ll be fully actualized. I’m down and out right now. Hopeful but not in the best place.

I just went down a hole about how I edit myself when I do this. So weird. I try to build positive sentences to not jinx myself but it’s so uncomfy. Anyway I’m done typing for now

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thegremlincat · 5 years

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petition to cancel summer

okay august. its time to go. please make way for fall, i am actually begging you. no one wants this 32 degree celsius in northern germany bullshit anymore, kindly f- off. thank you.

#I hate summer #i want air-conditioning so bad #my brain is melting #everything is yucky and sticky #I want fall #is it halloween yet?

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iambilliejeanok · 3 years

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♥️Feel better♥️

Itachi Uchiha takes care of his sick s/o who unfortunately caught a really bad cold during their mission together. Fortunately for her though, Itachi is there to take care of his baby until they get back home and Kisame is more than happy to attend to his close partners need too. (*proceeds to cry in loneliness *)

Warnings: 18+ shit man I had to come back up here and change the entire fluff message because I got horny and now it’s no longer just fluff. I tried my best sorry. There is still a toooon of fluffy lovey dovey content, Kissing, nsfw and dirty smut and slight ddlg That’s all🙂

@sleeepy-zeepy here’s one for us and our undying love for Kisame and @mangekyoitachi there’s enough Itachi for all of us to bus a nut for☺️☺️

Rain poured outside of the hotel you slept in. The hard pitter pattering on the window made you feel very uncomfortable, which was unusual because the rain usually eases your nerves, helping you fall asleep faster. Tonight however, you wouldn’t stop squirming in bed, your body feeling a little cold as you snuggled further into your lover. “Go to sleep baby”, Itachi sleepily mumbled, kissing your forehead and wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer to him. Itachi already turned the heat up in your little hotel room and he made sure to get extra blankets for you tonight, but you still shivered beside him. He lazily pulled your shirt off, your pants coming off too as you tossed under the covers, making the job a little more trickier for him. Smiling, he placed a little peck on your cheek, whispering in your ear to ease you,

“Hey y/n, just lay still, I’ll take care of the rest”, he said, attempting to pull your pant off of your clammy skin.

“Noooo!”, you whined, kicking and shoving him away with your eyes closed, the intense tingly sensation flowing through your body making you feel very agitated.

“We have to get these off of you”, he said, almost forcefully holding you still so he could get this over and done with. Itachi just knew you were coming down with a fever the moment you stepped into the hotel. The pouring rain outside having drenched you, himself as well as Kisame, but they felt fine and you were a little uncomfortable.

After washing you down in a nice hot shower he finally managed to get you in bed, and now he had to take your pajama’s off so you didn’t heat up in the night. He also thought that having your skin pressed against his would help with your shivering and constant tossing.

When he held you tight, that seemed to do the trick, the heat of his body on yours feeling amazing and the skin on skin contact fired up your blood so it traveled through your body in waves of heat. Breathing out into his chest, you had first felt the warmth spreading across both of your feet, the pleasurable heat traveling upwards until you body lay still and you began to drift in and out of a much needed sleep. Eventually you’d fallen asleep, staying tucked right under Itachi’s hold until the bright morning sun shone through the misted window, the heat from the room plus the cold outside having steamed up the window well enough that the sun didn’t feel so harsh penetrating the room you two were cuddled up in.

“Is sleepy head finally awake?”, you heard the soothing deep voice above you ask. With a quick whine you buried your face into his neck, finding a better position while trying to get the covers on top of you, whining a little louder when you failed. Chuckling, Itachi helped cover you up, the vibrations of his chest soothing you back into a deep sleep while his arms wrapped around you under the covers. “There you go”, he whispered, deeply inhaling the natural scent of your skin before slightly dozing off again. You were just so exhausted, the extra sleep you snuck in confirming Itachi’s thoughts that you were definitely getting sick. He didn’t mind sleeping in with you this morning, knowing that some cozy cuddles would help get you through this much quicker and easier. He had already told Kisame that they probably wouldn’t be leaving their room today, seeing that you were a little grumpy when they walked in the hotel last night.

Kisame had woken up in the early hours of the morning, when you and Itachi were still fast asleep, getting a good workout in before he took a shower and sat in his bed to read a book, assuming that there would be a knock on his door if ever you two were ready to go back out.

Itachi couldn’t bring himself to sleep anymore, straining his neck to look over at the time. It read 12:45pm. When was the last time he slept in until noon? Carefully, he unwrapped your warm and sticky self off of him, gently brining the covers back over you before he sat up on the bed, the feel of soft cotton on his bare feet very refreshing as he stretched and yawned. A shower and probably ordering some breakfast would wake you up. Maybe you’d have to skip a shower this morning and just have breakfast.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, the bright sun almost blinding you before you quickly covered yourself with the blanket. A big yawn followed by a stretch helped you wake up a little, the bed very warm and so was the room, your foot sticking out the side of the covers to test the temperature. Your throat hurt so much that even yawning was uncomfortable and you just knew that you were sick. The thought of the ongoing mission you’d have to take on today made you whine, the aches in your body bringing tears to your eyes. You could not possibly continue with your mission in this wet and cold weather. The yucky feeling washing over you enough to make you feel nauseas.

Your body automatically jumped out of the bed, making a beeline for the bathroom just in time for you to heave all the contents of your stomach out, which was mostly green tea and rice from the night before.

You couldn’t hear the door open and then shut as you still heaved over the toilet, fighting for a breath of air as your body continued to heave air over the toilet. A slightly cold hand ran down your back, another one flat against your forehead as your body finally allowed you to breathe again. “Not feeling too good today love?”, Itachi stated, wiping the wetness on your mouth with some tissues before flushing everything away. “Come here”, he said, easily scooping you in his arms to carry you to bed. “You’re very warm baby”, he said, your half naked body heating his clothed one up as he held you against him. Snuggling into his shirt, you appreciated the coolness his clothes brought against your skin from being outside the warm room.

A knock sounded at the door, Itachi quickly placing you under the covers to go and answer it. It was probably Kisame. His very close and trusted partner. “Kisame”, Itachi greeted, leaving the door open for him to enter while Itachi walked away to turn down the heat. “It’s way too hot in here Itachi”, the shark man groaned, closing the door behind him. “So she’s sick?” he asked, seeing you tossing a little under the heavy blankets. “Very”, Itachi replied, “I don’t think we should head out until she’s better. It’s just not going to work out until she’s in her right mind again”.

“I figured”, shark man replied, walking over to stand beside your bed. “Hey”, he awkwardly greeted. Noticing the bare skin of your shoulders be thought it be best he left now. At least until you were dressed. As he turned around to leave your warm hand caught his colder one, the coolness never fading away as your clammy hand remained in his large cold one. “Kisame, hey”, you whispered, your breasts now fully exposed from reaching out for his hand. Kisame felt his cheeks warm up at the lovely sight, quickly turning his head away in respect of yours and Itachi’s privacy.

“Uhm…y/n”, Kisame cleared his throat, looking over at Itachi for help, but his friend was too busy working on breakfast in the kitchen. “What’s wrong Kisa?”, came your raspy voice. “Well, your…uhm, your breasts”, Kisame answered, trying to look at everything but the voluptuous mounds on your chest, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand while the index and middle finger of his other hand were held by your loose and warm grip. “Oh sorry”, you said, letting go of his hand to snuggle further under the blankets. With a friendly huff he took a step back, turning around to walk toward the kitchen and talk to his friend, breathing in deep to ease the nerves you just spiked up.

“Kisame!”, your voice cracking at the end, a little cough escaping at your attempt to raise your voice. Shark man immediately turned on his heels, looking over at you in surprise. He was well aware of how needy and clingy you were, that was your natural personality and he kind of liked that about you. Sometimes your hugs and cheek kisses made him feel a little bit better, having you around was wholesome. He was glad you were with Itachi. The two of you were friends he never thought he’d be able to have. People that he was worried he could actually trust.

“Yes y/n…you okay?”, he asked, fully turning to face you, drowning in the comfort of your bed. Sharp white teeth peaked through his mouth when he saw your hand come out the blankets in search for his. Taking a few steps closer, he finally held your warm hand, his large one completely engulfing your own. The coolness you felt radiate from him was kind of nice and he could say the same about the warmth from your hand.

“You’re very warm y/n”, he said, running his thumb over your wrist, you wondered if he was even aware of what he was doing, smiling up at him when you responded, “Its freezing out there”. A light chuckle left his lips, “Y/n it’s ninety degrees in here , you can’t possibly still be co-”, he began to say, but his words were cut off when you casually sat up in the bed, stretching with your arm out wide before dropping it to the covers. He stood frozen in place, your hand still holding on to his. “Itachi!”, Kisame called, very loud, unable to handle the sight of your bare chest before him, your nipples a little perky from the slight change in temperature between the covers and the air around you.

“Kisame?”, Itachi responded, leaning against the door frame, “What?”, he asked, completely unphased by his half naked girlfriend holding onto his most trusted friend’s hand. Kisame looked a little confused, cocking his head in your direction while maintaining eye contact with him. A bead of sweat fell down the side of his forehead and it was not because the room was warm. “Can you get her a fucking shirt?” , Kisame finally spat out, unable to control the growing erection in his pants. “Sure”, was all Itachi said, grabbing one of his shirts from a bag pack and tossing it over at Kisame. “I have to make sure the soup doesn’t burn”, he said, hurrying to the kitchen, Kisames eyes widening in disbelief as he watched his friend disappear into the other room.

Swallowing he looked over at you and you looked right back at him, letting go of his hand to put both your arms up, your actions further exposing the shape and swell of your breasts. “What?”, Kisame asked, having long given up on not staring at your breasts, your dark and pretty brown areolae sweetly surrounding your brown nipples. Maybe they taste just as good as they loo- “Kisa?”, you called, distracting him from his heated thoughts as his eyes shot right back to yours. “Oh sorry uh, what’s up?”, he stuttered, fighting for his life trying not to stare again. “I’m ready for the shirt”, you said, lifting your arms up again. “Oh…o-okay”, he said a little confused. “Here”, he handed the shirt to you. “Please put it on for me?”, you sweetly asked, looking right into his eyes. How could he possibly say no to you. There was something so gentle about you that made him feel like he was crazy for not thinking of putting it on for you himself and for just a young second he almost understood the relationship between you and Itachi. Why you were so affectionate towards one another. It felt nice to be needed, even if it was in the smallest ways, like putting your shirt on for you.

“There”, he said, standing back so you could pull it down and fix it to your liking. “Thank you”, you yawned, lifting your arms up and making grabby hands. His eyebrows furrowed again, what’s this supposed to mean? “Pick her up”, Itachi said, bringing the breakfast into the room and placing it on the little wooden table not too far from the window. Kisame spun on his feet to look over at Itachi. This was weird. How was Itachi okay with any of this? This was his significant other. His lover. Partner. Literally his world and he was just letting him join it? “Uh, Itachi?”, he asked, now very confused. “I just saw your woman naked and now you want me to pick her up?”, he bluntly stated, unable to hold back the confusion any longer. “I don’t feel comfortable doing that”. Itachi sighed out loud enough, walking towards his friend. “Kisame, I thought we were partners?” Itachi asked.

“Yes we are”, shark man responded.

“And so is Y/N?”, Itachi asked again.

“Yes of course”.

“Then I want you to love and take care of her like you do for me. We’re all partners here and we should all take care of each other and trust one another. It also makes me quite happy that Y/N trusts you enough to ask for your care. That’s not something she takes lightly with just anyone….she’s sick and she needs both of us for a speedy recovery”,Itachi said, turning on his heels and walking away to go get another tray of food.

“Like she’s my girlfriend too?”, Kisame asked, a short huff leaving his mouth, finding the situation so ridiculous that he couldn’t help but be amused, but Itachi’s next words completely threw him off guard.

“Yes. You’re more than welcome to have her as your lover. She has more than enough love to give the both of us”.

“Wha-”

“Kisaaa, pick me up”, you whined, running out of patience as you waited for the two men to finish conversing.

“Go ahead, and come eat breakfast. She’s also really soft…unless you do-”, Itachi said but was cut off by the loud squeal that came of your mouth.

Kisame quickly placed both his large hands under your armpits and lifted you off the bed, your legs immediately wrapping around his bulky waist and your arms wrapping around his neck, a small satisfied smile on your lips as you nuzzled your face into his neck.

Itachi was totally right. You were extremely soft. Your breasts squishing against the muscular expanse of his chest, the warmth radiating from your body covering him like a blanket. The thighs that wrapped tightly around him and the way you snuggled into him made him feel tingly inside. Warm. You actually wanted him?

Obviously this wasn’t the first time Kisame had been with another woman, but it was surely the first time he’d experience affection on this level. The way you hugged him and clung to him like you’d normally do to Itachi made him feel needed, automatically making him wrap his arms around you and hold you closer to him, inhaling the natural scent of your skin.

“She needs to eat”, Itachi said from across the room, sitting down on the cushion closest to the wall. Kisame felt so relaxed as you held onto him, finally understanding why you and Itachi babied one another so much. He felt like he was melting, enjoying this so much that Itachi’s voice nearly startled him.

“Here eat”, Itachi said, bringing up the renge with hot soup to his mouth to blow before bringing it to your mouth. “Baby”, Itachi nudged you, smiling because you were falling asleep as you snuggled into his arm. “Huh?”, you said, your eyes barely open, trying to get yourself together and failing because of how awful you felt. “Come here”, Itachi mused, pulling you to sit in the little space between his legs so he could feed you better.

Kisame smiled at the two of you, his heart warming at the love Itachi was showing you, wondering if he could ever give that or receive that with you while he ate his food too.

After breakfast Itachi cleaned up, giving Kisame a chance to take care of you too. This was the perfect opportunity for the two of you to bond better…on a more emotional sense.

Kisame scooped you up from Itachi’s arms and placed you back in bed, your throat feeling much better from the soup you ate. You probably wouldn’t stay sick for more than two days with how well Itachi took care of you.

As Kisame was about to turn away after tucking you in, he felt your fingers close on his index and middle finger again, making him turn around to look at you. “Stay”, you sleepily said, weakly pulling him closer to you. As much as Kisame like the idea of cuddling with you, it was definitely going to take some time for him to get used to this.

Pulling the covers down, he crawled in to lay beside you, surprised at how quickly you managed to wrap yourself around him, almost laying on him like he was the damn bed. The minute you got comfortable you passed out, your steady breaths on his neck telling him that. With a sigh he pulled the blankets over you, relaxing into the soft mattress as his hands gently ran over your back.

This was nice he thought, his hand accidentally grazing your ass while he caressed you. He didn’t mean to, it’s just that because he was such a giant, you were quite small to him and your waist sat a little further above his waist, making it quite easy for him accidentally bump into your ass when he forgot that you weren’t covering his entire abdomen. Great. There goes the erection again.

He tried to calm himself down, opting to simply wrap one hand around you and place the other under his head, slowly dozing off, lulled by your slumber.

Kisame woke up with a light jolt, totally having let his guard down and succumbed to a slumber he didn’t even remember he enjoyed as much as this. How long was he asleep for? He could smell your scent all over him, realizing that his head was wrapped by your arm , your hand running through his hair while the other lightly scratched his back. If you were trying to kill him he would’ve of considered himself dead a very long time ago because your touch just made him so weak. That’s probably why he slept for so long. “I think he’s awake”, he heard you say, lifting his head up to look at you, his cheeks heating up at the realization that his face was buried right between your breasts. “Oh I’m sorry”, he said, quickly jerking back. “It’s okay”, you chuckled, “Someone was a little more tired than I was”, you chuckled again, your usual character coming back a little. That soup and some rest must of done the trick he thought to himself. “Kisame, glad you could catch up on rest”, Itachi said, right behind you, his hand reaching under the shirt he let you wear and slowly traveling up. He did that so casually, shuffling closer to you and pushing his knee between your thigh, the long and sweet kisses he placed on your neck making Kisame feel rather uncomfortable. Why was Itachi doing this right in front of him.

A feint sigh left your lips at the small roll of Itachi hips against your ass, his hand obviously cupping your breast under the shirt you wore, a tug of your nipple making you softly moan. Itachi continued to kiss your neck, softly sucking as he went along, getting closer and closer to your lips.

Kisame wanted to leave. He would’ve left long time ago if it hadn’t been for the way you held eye contact with him while Itachi fondled you, your hand lightly running along his beefy arm, while the other now intertwined with Itachi’s, gently gripping his arm when Itachi pinched your nipple harder.

Kisame was already rock hard, his erection forming an obvious tent in his pants. What the hell were you doing to him? Fuck y/n.

As Kisame contemplated his next move, Itachi’s hand slipped out from your shirt and reached out for Kisame’s. The shark man swallowed, a little nervous of where this was going. He had to admit to himself that the two of you made him feel very shy. You were just so beautiful, so soft and you smelled so good. He’d never been with a woman this intimately and the fact that his friend was inviting him into the world he was living in made him blush.

“You’re more than welcome to back out at any point”, Itachi said, breaking his mouth away from your skin to speak, leading his hand to your lower tummy. “Do you want to see her breasts?”, Itachi asked, Kisame almost choking on his spit, upset with himself for being so awkward. He’s made a mess of plenty of woman in his lifetime, quite easily, bringing them to a whiny ball of tears each time. He was natural at pleasing women, he actually craved for it sometimes. He craved to feel nails clawing his back and the clear liquid coating his face. He craved the way it smelled and the way it tasted, the sounds they made. He desired all of it but here and now he was worried that he wouldn’t be enough for you. What if he couldn’t please you how you wanted? Even if he asked…you were so gentle in everything you did and he was worried he would be too rough for you. Maybe a little aggressive. The last thing he wanted was to scare you off.

“Kisame it’s okay. Princess, be a good girl and get on your knees so our friend can help you out of your shirt”, Itachi spoke, noticing the hesitance in his friends eyes.

“Yes daddy”, you replied, already in sub space, getting to your knees with both men helping you, also now on their knees. Itachi behind you and Kisame in front of you.

Daddy? Kisame wondered, his dick twitching at how you easily obeyed your lover, the word coming out of your mouth in such a seductive manner, never breaking eye contact with Kisame.

Lifting up your hands, Kisame lifted up your shirt too, gulping at the wonderful sight of your breasts once again, before looking back up at your beautiful face. Itachi’s hands traced down your sides, gently cupping each mound and squeezing them, making Kisame swallow some more.

“My Princess is quite sensitive”, Itachi spoke, lightly pinching your nipple, Kisame witnessing the way your lips parted and your back arched a little, Itachi pulling you a little closer to him, he’s knees on either side of you as he dove in to kiss your neck, pulling out more soft whines and whimpers, Kisame nearly panting at how your body reacted, squirming in Itachi’s hold as he sucked and bit at your skin, leaving a trail of red marks behind. The sounds you made would even bring a man like him to his knees, your back arching and your hands clawing at Itachi’s hands as he got rougher, kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples, causing you to whine out in frustration, your hips grinding the air for relief, your eyes barely managing to stay opened as you kept contact with Kisame.

“Would you like to try?”, Itachi asked, looking at Kisame with a hopeful look, watching him desperately nod.

Itachi smiled, “ Princess”, he called, “Yes daddy?”, you answered,

“Do you want Kisame to touch you too?”.

“Yes daddy”, you moaned, enjoying the way he still pinch and pulled at your sensitive nips.

A loud smack sounded, followed by a sharp gasp, Itachi having slapped your breast quite hard. “Whatever happened to your manners sweetie?”, he asked, lightly smacking the same breast again, Kisame deeply appreciating the way it bounced at the impact. Your hips jerked forward in hot want.

“I’m sorry daddy”, you apologized, your voice a little whiny. Such a good girl, Kisame thought, his heart beating like drum at how easily Itachi handled you, excited with how well you reacted. Was he allowed to spank you too? Was he allowed to punish you? To deny you? Make you beg and cry? No. It was all too soon he thought. He would definitely scare you away. Little does he know…

“Try that again”, Itachi spoke, his voice deeper than usual.

“Kisaaa”, you called, the way you said his name convincing enough, that it already sounded like you were begging. “Please will you touch me too”, you asked, and that was enough for him.

A soft sigh left your lips when his cool hands made contact with your hot skin, gently kneading them before squeezing, his eyes only breaking away from yours to watch how your breasts filled his palms, loving the weight of them in his hands.

“Don’t be afraid to play with her. She’s a very good girl”, Itachi spoke, taking your mouth into his in a searing hot kiss, tracing his tongue along your lips, pulling it back into his mouth when you tried to latch onto it, making you whine out in frustration. Kisame decided to test the waters, pinching your nipples between his thick fingers. Lightly jolting at the sudden pain you moaned, the smell of your arousal now clouding Kisames head, bringing out the inner shark in him. He didn’t want to be rough with you, but he didn’t know how else to be. He figured he’d just embrace who he really was like you always told him to, hungrily latching onto your nipple, immediately sucking and nipping, his sharp teeth introducing a sensation totally different from Itachi’s. It was way more intense and stung much more too, the pain drenching your black, cotton undies with your want. Itachi swallowed all your moans, holding your hips down toward him so you’d stop squirming and Kisame could enjoy himself in peace.

“Baby, does that feel good?”, Itachi asked, only centimeters away from your lips, your eyes lazily looking into his red ones.

“Yes, so good”, you breathed, your seductive voice forcing a low growl from Kisame, causing your hips to jerk forward too, Itachi immediately slamming them back to him.

He found your lips again, finally allowing you to suck on his tongue, your teeth accidentally grazing it as you tried to take the delicious pain Kisame inflicted on your breasts.

When Itachi noticed you were parting from him his hand came up to bury itself in your hair, now tongue fucking your pretty mouth, enjoying the way you sucked on it.

Kisame was far gone in the taste of your skin, your back perfectly arching for him and your nipples now extremely sensitive from having undergone his constant attention to each one. You yearned for more, the fire inside of you only burning Kisame, your squirming slightly nerving him. But you weren’t able to voice your need for more since your tongue was now Itachi’s treat and Kisame didn’t halt from his attack on your nipples, your soft moaning only music to their ears.

Tracing a straight line down to your heat, pressing his long index finger against your clothes folds, adding light pressure spot you needed it the most.

Itachi broke the kiss, oh how you loved kissing him. Sometimes all you wanted to do was kiss him. And the two of you would kiss for hours, tasting each other’s mouths and feeling each other’s bodies.

“Please!”, you whined, trying to grind you hips against Kisame’s finger but Itachi stopped you, making you whine louder.

He needed you to come hard. At least three times so you could sleep the night away. And he wouldn’t be mean tonight because you weren’t feeling well and with an additional man pleasuring you, he really didn’t not want to overwhelm you.

“Here baby, let me help you”, came Kisame’s voice, your nipples finally getting a break from his delicious torture. Something about Kisame calling you baby made your heart sour. “Okay Kisa”, you moaned, letting him slide your panties off of you, adjusting yourself so you could help him get rid of them.

Once they were off, your legs lay on either side of him, draped over his thighs, Itachi having placed a pillow under your lower back to get you to cum faster. The easier you came the more often you came and the more often you came the better rest you got. Well that was just one of his plans for tonight.

Kisame immediately understood the assignment, waiting for Itachi to help you into a more relaxed position before they could start lovingly breaking you.

You lay on your back, on top of Itachi, who fondled your breasts and enjoyed your mouth, your thighs on either of Kisame’s, your soaking heat bare and ready for Kisame to enjoy.

Kisame smiled at your squirming, placing a hand on your hip to keep you in place.

“Don’t worry sweet thing” Kisame said, his free hand rubbing your thigh. “I’m going to take good care of you, but I need you to be patient okay”, he added, placing both his hands under each of your thighs, lifting them up onto his broad shoulders. “I want to take my time, so I can savor you”, his warm breath now on your inner thighs. “So just relax and let me taste you. I promise you’ll come as soon as I’m satisfied”, he finished, his mouth now centimeters from your core, the smell so heavenly. It was your smell and he was obsessed.

Whimpering you couldn’t help but buck forward, desperate for the ache in your core to be relieved. “Ahhhhhh”, you moaned out in surprise and pleasure at the feel of something very warm and roughly textured drag between your folds. Kisame slowly dragged his tongue up and down your folds, the rough texture adding a new sensation that made your back arch. You felt him spread your lips wide open, already whimpering in delight at how he would pull your little clit in his mouth and suck on it until you came all over his face, but to your disappointment he continued to slowly drag his tongue up and down, only passing over your clitoris with slightly added pressure before dragging it back down and sinking it in your heat. “Ahhhhhh! Fuck!”, you cried out. You certainly did not want to cum like this. You did not want to cum like this.

Itachi kisses you once again, exploring your mouth, biting your lip and caressing you, while Kisame’s wonderful tongue worked you terribly closer to your orgasm, his rough tongue dragging up to your clitoris and back down to fuck your tight hole. Clearly he wasn’t joking about savoring you and you did not like that one bit.

Itachi could sense that you were about to cum, your moans turning into desperate whimpers as you struggled to kiss him back. You wanted to push him away from you so you could concentrate on not cumming, but he kept on pushing your hands back down. Out of frustration you ran hands through Kisame’s hair, gripping it so you could angle your hips so he’d finally focus on your clit, but he was very strong and you were sick and on the verge of an orgasm so it didn’t really work out.

Itachi finally broke the kiss, his eyebrows furrowing, analyzing your current frustration. You were going to cum so there was no reason for you to be this whiny.

“Princess, just relax and let Kisame take of care of you. Stop fighting him” , he softly spoke into your ear, but his words only flew out the other as you grip the sheets as hard as you can, shitting your eyes tight to try and not cum.

Kisame could sense your resistance. “What’s the matter y/n? I told you to be patient” he said, stopping all his motions to look up at you. Tears filled your eyes, your body still squirming as both men simply watched you, patiently waiting for you to respond.

“Well?”, Itachi said, placing soft kisses all over your face. “Answer him”.

You absolutely did not know what to say because nothing that you could’ve possibly said right now would make sense as to why you were fussing so much.

Kisame’s stare was so cold, and you just knew he wouldn’t give in to any begging, so you redirected your attention towards Itachi, who looked at you a little more lovingly.

“I want him to suck on my clit”, you said, embarrassed to be asking for such. Kisame heard you, interested in what Itachi’s response would be.

“Ask him to do that”, he simply said, running his thumb along your swollen lip.

Sighing in defeat you looked down at the man between your legs.

“Kisame…”, you said, feeling a little nervous with having someone you weren’t emotionally connected with pleasuring you.

“Yes, talk to me”, he said, his hand lightly rubbing the thigh that sat on his shoulder.

“Please…uhm, can you suck on my clit a little more?”, you finally asked, biting your lip at the devilish look he gave you.

“I’m still savoring you. You taste very sweet and I’d like to enjoy you for as long as I can before you start kicking and screaming at me”, he said, pushing your other thigh off of his shoulder and closer to your chest.

He smiled at your whining. “If you keep on whining I won’t let you cum…you’d like to cum won’t you?”, he asked.

“Yes pleaaasee”, you whined, a tear falling down your cheek.

“Okay then will you sit still and let me eat you out?”

“Yes Kisa”, you said, taking in a deep breath.

Itachi cupped your cheek, his dick painfully hard at the sight of Kisame between your legs, making you squirm like this.

“Good girl”, he said, coming down to softly kiss you, Kisame spreading your lips apart once again.

This time he started lazily circling your throbbing clit with his tongue, enjoying the way you arched your back, unable to buck your hips up with the new position.

When he felt you getting too excited he stopped, opting to tongue fuck you, the strong muscle stretching you out enough to make you cum, the minute he sensed you getting closer he stopped again.

Itachi swallowed your loud whine, running this thumb along your cheek.

Kisame remembered that you weren’t feeling well and if you were any other woman he wouldn’t care, he’d still break you like this, edging you to tears, but because it was you, he felt a little sympathetic, finally latching onto your clit and roughly sucking.

Your back arched off the bed, Itachi still holding you down and forcing his tongue into your mouth, hushing the harsh screams you let out as you suddenly came, the liquid that built up inside of you squirting out, Kisame happily lapping it all up, overstimulating you while at it.

The restrictions the two men had on your body drove you to tears, the pleasure exploding inside of you from having no where to go but through you. You were forced to take the pleasure, shaking like a leaf by the time your squirting subsided.

Itachi broke the kiss, admiring your beautiful orgasmic face trying to breath through the overstimulation. “Okay okay, I’ve got you, just breathe”, he whispered into your ear before looking down at Kisame who was still softly sucking on your nub, careful not to bring his rough tendencies out.

“Go ahead, she can handle another one”, he said, Kisame nodding in approval, rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves with his middle finger before slowly sinking it into you, the thickness of his single finger stretching you out so well.

“Oh f-fuck!”, you cried out, your words barely forming at the pressure Kisame placed on your gspot, revealing his sharp teeth in a satisfied smile, before roughly fingering you, your poor cunt immediately gushing more, spraying all over Kisame’s beefy arm.

“Ahhh there you go. Yes good girl”, he growled, latching on to your clit again to roughly suck on it, while Itachi held you still, almost smiling at how you struggled, enjoying the pleasure your teammate gave you.

After you’d cum for the fourth time Kisame decided you needed a little break, spreading both your thighs apart and licking the juice that spilled onto your thighs, his sharp teeth leaving little bruises behind as he nipped and sucked, your body shivering and your soft moans filling the room as you slowly calmed.

Itachi cradled your up half in his arms, hushing you with kisses, cuddles and praises, gently wiping your tears away.

“You’re such a good girl, you look so beautiful with Kisame between your legs”, he whispered, wiping the sweat on your forehead off with his hands before planting a kiss there.

“Would you like another one princess?”, Itachi genuinely asked, his heart melting at the shaky “no thanks” you let out. Even through your orgasm you still remembered your manners.

As much as their dicks painfully throbbed in their pants there would be no pleasure for them tonight, yours being the priority.

“I’ll go get a towel”.

Kisame stood up and walked towards the bathroom, returning with a warm damp towel, slowly cleaning you up but his touch was not as gentle as Itachi’s, dragging the towel over your sensitive clit like you had no feelings, your hands coming up to block him but he simply held them, quickly wiping you squeaky clean before heading to the bathroom to clean himself up.

“I need you please”, you whispered to Itachi, “inside me”.

“Baby, you need to rest”

“No…please, please I really want you on top of me”, you begged, bring up your hand to cup his cheek, his eyes still slowly spinning, having recorded the entire session, capturing your vulnerable expressions.

How could he possibly say no to you, his good little princess.

“Here baby”, he said, placing you flat on the bed before coming up to stand, stripping right in front of you.

You reached your arms out for him, your hands rubbing his back he hovered above you, brining his fingers to slowly rub your clit, instantly regretting your decision to let these men get off too. You just hated for them to not have a good time too, even though they both were happy with just rubbing it out in the bathroom.

“Please slowly”, you said, wrapping your legs around his torso as he lined himself with your wet entrance.

“Anything for you love”, he said, pushing himself all the way into you with one, unexpected thrust, causing you to scream, the stretch and fullness steadily overwhelming you, making you whimper, your back arching in pleasure.

“Not too hard please daddy”, you begged, Itachi bringing your hands up above your head, pinning them down with one hand while the other held onto your hip for grip. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, your tight pussy squeezing him so deliciously.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take it care of you, just relax”, he responded, tugging you a little closer so he could get a better angle. “Ahhh! f-fuuuuck”, you screamed, the first thrust hard enough to crumble you. Now why tf did you suggest this. Now you had to hold out until the end.( gotta see it through my boi)

“Ah babyyy, you feel so good”, he said, thrusting into you again, getting into a steady slow rhythm, making you bury your head into his shoulder and biting.

He filled you so much and you wondered how you always forgot how he felt inside of you the moment he left you, his slow thrusts deep enough to stimulate your A spot (the part at the back of your vjj that people think is the cervix) and you just knew you wouldn’t last long.

His black hair dangled above you, his warm breath all over face as he spoke to you, telling you all the things he admired about you, that he would take care of you until he died, expressing how much he loves you with his heavy deep thrusts that drove you to insanity and with the sweet words from his heart. Words that you could still clearly hear even though your thighs shook and you began whimpering, you could still hear every word he spoke to you, your heart exploding with all the love you have for him, tears running down the sides of your face as you came, the feeling so intense with Itachi still making love to you.

“OoooOh m-my gosh b-b-baby, I c-can’t”, you cried, stuttering “I love you’s” to him as he chased his own orgasm, your orgasm milking him so well that he knew he would cum soon and he wondered if you could cum again.

Picking up the pace he let go of your hands, bringing one to your face while the other started rubbing your nub.

Throwing your head forward you shut your eyes tight, mouth wide open and your hands death gripping the sheets as the pleasure grew overwhelming, another orgasm threatening to crash into you so hard.

“Fuck yes! You’re so close baby, I’m so close. Ah shit! I’m going to cum baby, will you cum with me? God come with me my good little princess! I love you so much”, he moaned, chocking on his words as his thrusts grew sloppier, moaning your name as he unloaded deep inside of you. The feeling of his seed being released inside of you sending you over the edge, your eyes rolling back as your vision clouded.

Opening your eyes the entire room was dark, only the dim light of the moon coming through the window.

Your hand was resting under your chin, your body huddled very close to someone, another man pressing against your back, the feint breathing of the two men reminding you of the night you shared. With a smile on your face you turned over, trying to not wake up the two handsome men pressing on either side of you, bringing Kisame’s hand to wrap his arm around you as you softly called at Itachi.

“Itachi…Itachi, wake up”, you whispered, his head instantly jolting off of the pillow to feel for you in the dark. “Yes love, what’s wrong?”, he sleepily said, wrapping his arm around your back to pull you closer to him, the warmth you shared with the two men absolutely delicious. If you could choose you’d lay here forever, with the two men who made you feel safe and sound, happy, loved and taken care of. You mostly felt overwhelmed with love for the two of them, because even though you weren’t romantically involved with Kisame before this night, he still stood beside you like a true partner in everything.

Your felt a hand silent rub your ass, squeezing it hard enough that you let out a small gasp, wondering what Kisame was up to. “You’re all awake?”, came his deep voice, his hand pushing between your thighs to cut your naked pussy. “Uh! Kisame”, you moaned, “I just got up”.

“And You’re surprisingly wet?”, Kisame teased, placing softer kiss on your shoulder. “Why”, he asked, now running his fingers between your folds, l your juices lubricating each one so he could gently rub your clitoris.

“Oohhhhhh!”, you moaned, His fingers pushing into your tight walls, sinking in deep until he felt that spot that made you cry out in pleasure. He started slowly rubbing it, nothing compared to how rough he was early on, quickly bringing you so close to orgasm, your hand intertwined with Itachi’s , while he softly breathed, aware of what was going on but still tired.

Before you were able to cum Kisame stopped, and before you complained about it you felt his incredible size enter you, the sudden intrusion making you scream. You were so tight but he slowly kept pushing into you, spreading your ass nice a wide for him to go a little deeper.

As soon as you felt him touch your cervix your body couldn’t handle it anymore and Kisame could sense that. He was very cold a sensing these things. His fingers started circling your clit, giving you time to adjust to his size, but you already broke down, a wonderful orgasm crashing into you in intense bursts, your soft screaming having long woken Itachi up, his mouth latching into the nipple that Kisame’ was not tugging on, softly sucking on it, enjoying the softness in his mouth.

Kisame started moving, his slow thrusts very intense, leaving you screaming and whimpering with every thrust until he came hard, deep inside of you, biting your neck during his release.

You were so exhausted, your orgasms so intense having to manage his size but he didn’t pull out of you, lifting your leg up so he could get a better angle.

The new angle was absolutely sinister, making you cry, Itachi whispering sweet nothing’s in your ears to help you through it. He was going so deep, and so hard, his fingers on your clit keeping you on orgasm mode.

Having to take it easy on you and also trying to pleasure himself was a bit of a challenge for him, he need more, he needed to fuck you faster, his hips brutally picking up the pace, intensifying your orgasm and making you squirt, making a mess on everyone and the sheets.

Even after he came for the second time your cries couldn’t subside, your body still squirming as this orgasm lasted much longer.

The only thing Itachi could do was hold you tight, rubbing your back as you quivered on top of him, Kisame gently wiping the two of you clean, placing towels on the wet spots of the bed for you all to lay down on.

In the morning you felt rather refreshed, your congestion having cleared up and your throat completely healed.

Itachi and Kisame were lay on either side of you, lazily stroking you as they woke from their sleep, the sunlight filling the room once again.

You were sound asleep, too cozy to try and wake up. All you wanted to do today was lay in bed with your two partners, their arms wrapped around you like heaven.

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Babysitting in the Devildom

Chapter Six: Beel- Dinner Indifference

"Beel n-"

Solomon had to cast a teleportation spell before he could even finish his sentence. Beel's wings fluttered furiously as he burst through a portal and into Solomons arms instead. He immediatly clamped down on Solomons shoulder and started to chew. Solomon sighed as he watched his cloak get drooled on, big violet eyes watching him back as more of the cloth disappeared into his mouth.

Solomon paused. Should he take Beel to you? You seemed to know what you were doing but you also already had Asmo and portioning out food for the rest of the kids...Beel would be in the presence of food either way. He glanced back down and the chipmunk-cheeked Beel and considered trying to take the cloak out of his mouth. Buuuuut if Beel cried again it was his fault, again...but he really shouldnt be eating fabric...not that it would ruin his appetite but-

He was running out of time to make a decision as the delivery person made their way back to the door. Beel seemed content eating his cloak for now. Beel would be fine, right? Yeah- its Beel. Solomon tightened his grip just slightly on the baby as he approached the front door again, ready to take the bags.

He should have taken Beel to you.

It was like fighting Taz from Looney Toons as Solomon stumbled about, half eaten cloak and a blur of movement around him as he used small portals to keep the bag of food away from Beel.

Barbatos had walked into the kitchen with Luke, wondering if he could help somehow. You had taken Luke from him and used one hand while also sometimes directing him on how to help you while Asmo followed behind him to make sure each plate "looked pretty". Everything was going really well....until the other bag of food appeared suddenly in your free hand and you heard a demonic screech come from the hallway and a loud buzzing noise which was curiously silenced soon after, though Asmo had given you wide berth after hearing that. You sighed and asked Barb to continue portioning things and to go tell the rest of the kids that if they had to go to the bathroom, the time was now. You held Luke close to you as you ventured just outside the kitchen doors and nearly bumped into Solomon.

".....I can expl-"

"Why is Beel eating your clothes?"

You didnt really want to laugh for fear of waking Luke up, but a wide silly smile bloomed on your face as you watched Beel use both his tiny fists to stuff more of Solomons cloak into his mouth, wide eyes staring at you as he cooed a bit and continued to stuff his face, Solomons cloak almost gone.

Solomon had a combination of exasperation and amusement on his face. "Uh...well I didnt want him to cry or attack the food- o-or you so I.....I fed him my cloak."

"....wHY? Earlier you were summoning food for him- you could have done that again right- or multiplied the food we already have even if he ate the bags worth of food-"

You were still smiling, the whole situation a little ridiculous as Beel finished Solomons cloak and started to sniffle, pouting and making grabby hands to the air for more.

Solomon paused before a goofy smile spread across his face as he summoned a popsicle to give to Beel. "I. Dont. Know." He laughed a bit before smiling fondly at you. "This is why you're the one in charge." He started to walk past you into the kitchen, but not before a quick kiss was planted on your temple and a small smirk at your expression was given to you. You gave yourself a moment before joining him and Barb, and a slightly startled looking Asmo.

".....can I have a posicle before dinner too?"

Asmo looked up at Solomon, pleading who just shrugged. "Thats not up to me." He looked at you and smirked a bit. *Motherfucker*

Asmo gasped and skipped his way to you, big, pleading amber eyes as he batted his eyelashes. "May I have a posicle before dinner too please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

It was too much. From the way he asked politely, to the way he said popsicle, to his little pose and big ole eyes-

You looked around the table of happy faces as all the kids destroyed popsicles that Solomon had summoned for them, all save for Beel, Barb, Diavolo, and Lucifer untouched food in front of them.

"POPSICLES FOR DINNNNNERRRRR!"

"They said we still have to eat our food if we want to have dessert tomorrow."

"But I'm not hungry anymore..."

"....I guess I can try to eat some food but Im full from the popsicle..."

"LOOKIT IM PUTTING MY FRIES IN MY ICE CREAM! But I aint havin the green stuff, thats yucky."

"You're yucky Mammon."

"HEY-"

"My father would NEVER let me do this!! Thank you MC!!!!"

A chorus of thank yous came from all of the kids, luckily before another fight. You sighed softly and forced a small smile as you said "youre welcome". You figured they wouldnt eat their food if they had popsicles. The bigger kids had eaten their food, and Beel had no problem eating his portion and Belphies who....oh. Belphie was sleeping in his mashed potatoes. You glanced around the table again, noting all the sticky faces and hands and...bodies in Satan and Luke's case. Solomon looked exhausted as he summoned another piece of food for Beel. Asmo was trying so hard to eat some more of his food but only ate a few more bites and looked a little upset. Mammon had eaten his fries, at least.

".....if youre full, give your food to Beel. Dont make yourself eat anymore, its ok. I just need to talk to Sol for a minute, ok?" You smiled as you walked to take Belphie out of his highchair and gestured to Solomon to put Beel in. He was a little confused but did so as you wiped some of the potatoes off Belphies face.

Levi spoke up very quietly. "Can we still have dessert tomorrow if we didnt finish our food for dinner?" The sound of plates being pushed towards Beel paused as the kids all looked at you, waiting for an answer.

".....it depends on how well you eat your breakfast tomorrow.." you smiled as the kids thanked you again as you asked Barb and Lucifer to make sure Beel didnt eat the actual plates as you took Solomon and Belphie into the kitchen.

"How are you feeling...you look exhausted.." geniune concern on your face once you had Solomon basically alone. His face twisted slightly and he sighed. "I had hoped the rejuevenating spell I casted would re-energize me more than it did...why? Are you worried?~" he smirked slightly, though it fell just short of smug. You rolled your eyes a bit and ruffled is hair, your turn to smirk as his face turned light pink and started to protest, pouting when you stopped, though you werent sure if it was because you stopped or because you ruffled his hair in the first place. You stopped his protesting by asking your next question, also avoiding answering his question. "Do you have enough energy to clean all of them or am I going to bathe them in an actual bath..."

"....I? It should be we..."

"Well if you're tired you should rest...I'll need your help tomorrow too..."

"I can sleep after the baths..."

"But if we're doing the baths then I need you to cast one last spell to keep the water in the tubs..."

"So I'll sleep after that spell...maybe..."

You gave him a withering look before sighing, though appreciative of his stubborness....for once. You smiled a bit.

"Alright then. Bath time. Especially for the babies. The bigger ones can probably just shower.... Belphie, Luke and Satan need baths the most. Beel made sure his food ended up *in* his mouth....the others..." you chuckled as you peeked back into the dining room, seeing only Barbatos' face clean, and Lucifer and Asmo both fussing over the little mess they had on themselves, Lucifer using Asmos mirror, and Asmo following Lucifers every action to get clean. You brought your attention back to the sleeping Belphie in your arms.

"....do you think he'll stay asleep for bath time?"

"Its Belphie. He could sleep through anything."

"Dont jinx it." You sighed softly and looked out at the kids again, some playing tag, others just watching. Satan continued to mash his food onto the platter in front of him, Luke giggling and copying in glee. Solomon tapped your shoulder to get your attention again.

"Are you ok? The bags under ypur eyes could hold all my potions-"

"Shut up- maybe if a certain sorceror had been more careful I wouldnt be as tired....not to mention the popsicle before dinner was a bad mov-" you were interrupted by Barb lightly tapping your arm.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I was just wondering if you want me to wash the dishes or just leave them in water in the sink....or if you have a dishwasher..." you were a little surprised when you turned and saw him carrying all the dishes from the table, and Lucifer behind him with garbage. Simeon was wiping down the table with a cloth, but gave the younger ones in high chairs some room. Diavolo was trying to talk to Lucifer, who just kinda kept nodding and saying "oh thats cool" before looking at you almost desperately. His look brought you back to your senses as you nodded at Barb.

"Just in the sink with water is fine, thank you Barbatos. Thank you for cleaning up Lucifer, Simeon. It makes a huge difference to me."

Barb and Simeon beamed, and Lucifer managed a small smile before shooting Diavolo a dirty look, but the other boy didnt notice, too busy rambling on about how this was so much better than home for the upteenth time. Ypu ruffled Lucifers hair as he walked by, and noted Diavolo's slight stumble in words as he eyed you a bit, but rushed past to go talk to Barb, glancing back at you, almost pleading, though your attention was divided again as you felt Levi hug you and snuggle into your side wordlessly. You patted his head softly and turned back to Solomon.

"I'll answer that question later. For now lets clean up. Then bath time."

Levi squeezed you a bit and beamed. "I love bath time!! I can do it myself! I promise, I can! I can!"

Though Levi couldnt see it, Mammon was mocking him from behind. You gave him a bit of a "look" before the hem of your shirt was being tugged at and you were met with those same amber eyes that had persuaded you into giving everyone treats for dinner. "I love bath time too! Me too! But you have to watch me. I make great bubble hair dos! A-and guess what? In the water, it might look like I have legs, but really Im a mermaid!"

"And Im a sea dragon!!" Levi cried out, still wanting your attention. "And Asmo, you're not really a mermaid-"

"Am too!"

"Are no-"

"Everyone can be who or whatever they want to be, in the water or otherwise. Fooooor example, I'm actually a sheep, see I go baaaaa" you smiled softly, and winked at Levi before turning to Asmo again who was practically dancing at your side, bursting to ask you a question. "Whats the prettiest animal you like mc?!!!"

"....whats your favourite sea animal mc?"

"Whats the coolest animal mc! No wait- whats your favourite animal?!"

"Yeah, whats your favourite animal?!"

"Oi, I asked em first!"

"Guys its ok, you can all be my or your favourite animal. Theres more than one of each." You chuckled, listing off animals as more questions were asked, meowing at Satan as you handed Belphie to Sol and took him out of his chair, who happily meowed back as you lead your noisy little zoo to the communal bathroom.

Masterlist

#obey me #obey me shall we date #guide to babysitting in the devildom #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me asmo #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me barb #obey me solomon #obey me luke #not super happy eith this but oh well

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