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pseudopeachy · 2 years

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Bonten x fem!Reader: The other half (part 1)

SUMMARY: What kind of partners do the members of Bonten have?

CHARACTERS: Bonten!Ran Haitani, Bonten!Rindou Haitani

GENRE: Fluff??? Just the Haitani brothers being the best S/Os

WARNINGS: Violence, cursing, needles/syringes, wounds (it’s Bonten soo) I think that’s about it but lmk if I missed anything!

NOTE(S): aaaa this is my first fic for Tokyo Revengers skdsdks I’ve been having the urge to write for them, especially for the Haitani brothers. I feel like they’re the definition of ‘I’m an asshole to everyone, except to my partner’ huhu

DISCLAIMER: Tokyo Revengers and its characters belong to Ken Wakui. This is for entertainment purposes only. I do not permit anyone to have my works displayed on other social media sites than Tumblr. Viewer discretion is also advised.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are very appreciated 🖤

Here’s part 2! 🖤

HAITANI RAN:

“Have to leave early, wife’s home.” Everyone’s heads whipped toward Ran’s direction. The meeting just ended when the older Haitani received a text message, instantly lifting his mood.

“That is the most fucking absurd thing I’ve ever heard from you.” Kokonoi was the first to speak, earning him a snicker from the younger Haitani and a middle finger from the other.

“Did she cook dinner? Kinda missing home-cooked meals lately.” Rindou inquired while casually scrolling through his phone before, “Nevermind, I’m sure she did. Maybe she also baked muffins or something.”

“What the fuck are you guys on about? Ran’s not married.” Sanzu stated as a matter of factly. The man had no wedding ring on either of his ring fingers nor looked like someone that even considers settling down.

“I am, motherfucker.” “He is.”

Mikey sighed, “Whatever. Married or not, I’m coming by your place for the documents you forgot to bring in.”

Half an hour later, all eight leaders of Bonten stood in front of an imposing golden gate. Everyone could see the luscious garden inside, the fountain in its middle perfecting the masterpiece. The house itself stood proud as a mix of victorian and modern design. Each warm light that illuminated the paths towards the front door made it even better.

“Ok, ‘fess up. Whose house is this?” Kakucho said, eyes never leaving the eerily beautiful architecture.

“Mine’s and my wife’s, dumbass. Why would I lie about something about as important as my wife?” Ran sighed for the umpteenth time that night. He just wanted to see his wife after a week of being apart because of their work, what did he do now to deserve this on such a lovely evening?

And before he could turn the knob, the double doors opened. Everyone’s eyes landed on the woman wearing a black off-shoulder dress that stopped just above her knees. Tattoos danced around her arms, most of them managed to see a huge one peaking from her shoulder.

“Good evening! My, I wasn’t expecting quite a large audience tonight. Please, come in. Let us sit at the receiving area.” Ran then offered his arm to the woman and proceeded to walk through the hallways where art pieces resided. Nobody had uttered a word, too shocked that the brothers were perhaps indeed telling the truth.

“Everyone, this is (y/n) Haitani. My wife.” Ran smirked down at the men once they settled in the common area. It took him a lot to not laugh at his colleagues’ reactions while they were still absorbing the news.

“Is everything alright?” (y/n) asked, concerned that none of her husband’s co-workers, save for his brother, liked her. Was it something she said, or was there something on her they didn’t like?

“Kokonoi, you owe me a thousand.”

“Well, fuck.”

“Did you just bet on my wife? Asshats I’ll-” Ran’s outburst towards Sanzu and Kokonoi immediately halted at the touch of a hand on his shoulder.

“Ran, that is not how we receive our guests.” Right then and there, his colleagues gave him a mischievous grin while the woman in question was busy talking with one of the maids. It was going to be a long night for the older Haitani.

“Yeah Haitani, that was very inconsiderate of you. Have you no manners?” Of course, Sanzu was the first person to take advantage of the situation. Finally, someone other than Mikey has the infamous Ran Haitani on a leash.

“Watch it, you little shit.” Ran was about to pounce on the pink-headed man but could only grumble as he felt a familiar hand get tighter on his arm. This did not go amiss by any of the guests. It was like finding the kryptonite for Superman.

“Sis, did you bake something? I was hoping we’d have cake or something by the end of dinner.” Rindou spoke, completely ignoring the glare his older brother was sending.

“Of course, I did make something. It’s not cake or anything bread, though. I made tiramisu and lemon squares.” At this point, Rindou felt like crying. His sister-in-law really is godsent.

“Ah, Ran also mentioned that Mikey-san likes taiyaki, so I went ahead and made a few.” Mikey’s audible gasp shocked everyone but was quickly replaced by sheer fear at the sight of their boss with sparkling eyes.

“Can I have some now? Give me it.” And not a moment too soon, one of the maids placed a plate of freshly baked taiyaki and other snacks that complemented the red wine on the table.

“Do you have any whiskey? On the rocks, hopefully.” Takeomi asked, to which (y/n) nodded and had the maid retrieve said alcohol.

“Please do not hesitate to ask for anything else. Our house is at your disposal.” (y/n) insisted as she poured a glass of wine for her husband. A few minutes into the conversation and a loud banging ruptured from within the premises; Ran eyed his wife.

“Did you just bring home your work?” Everyone’s eyes landed on the couple, the latter just sighing before fishing out a cellphone from her pocket.

“It’s not exactly work, but someone tailed me from the airport, so I had no choice but to restrain and keep them here. I’ve been contacting the girls though, they’ll be here to collect him in a short while.”

“Now that you mentioned work, what is your occupation, if I may ask, (y/n)-san?” Kakucho asked.

“Oh, I thought they already told you. Anyway, I’m an executive for Olympus.” A pin could be heard from the silence that enveloped the room. Sanzu and Kokonoi exchanged glances while Mikey let out a low whistle.

“Olympus? Like the international criminal organization Olympus? that Olympus?” Mochi breathed, unable to process another information for the second time that night.

“For how long? Is that how you guys met? By running to each other during missions and shit?” Now it was Sanzu’s turn to ask.

“If my memory serves me right, I’ve been with Olympus for about six years now.”

“To answer your other question, we met in Roppongi. She was running around the area like a mad man. She was buying everything she could touch.” Ran answered, only to be met by a snort from his wife.

“Hey, I had a bad case of retail ther-” Not a moment too soon, a disheveled man ran towards (y/n) with a chair. The men were about to pull their guns out when the man went limp due to the shock collar on his neck. The woman could only sigh as she rubbed her temples.

“Now who in the world left my basement open?” (y/n) seethed, turning off the device. The man had foam forming on his mouth, but that didn’t stop (y/n) from kicking him in the face with her stilettos until blood covered everything else.

“Have you no fucking manners? First, you have the sheer audacity to even think about following me to my own home, and now you parade in here as if you can fucking touch me? Little shit.” she said, kicking the man with every word. There was another blanket of silence. The men were used to this kind of scene, but there was something about (y/n) that made them bite their tongue. On the other hand, Ran was cheering his wife on, even asking if she wanted to use his baton.

“Oh my God, is he dead?”

Everyone turned their heads to see three women in business attires enter the receiving area, bowing before the guests before gently yanking the female Haitani away from the poor individual. Two immediately dragged the bloody individual outside while the other spoke with their executive.

“Mrs. Haitani, we are sorry for the delay due to a traffic jam. We will clean up the mess before you return on Monday.”

“No, leave him in my dungeon for the weekend. Free reign on him until I get back, but keep him alive. Or revive him for who knows how many; I really don’t care.” And with that, the women immediately exited the estate in a hurry.

“Isn’t she just amazing?” Ran breathed as his wife rubbed her forehead to shake off the negativity.

“She scares me, bro. Why the fuck does she have a shock collar at home?” Kokonoi whispered.

“Let’s not ask questions about things we may not want to know.” Takeomi exhaled before sipping on his whiskey.

The men then whipped their heads the moment (y/n) clapped her hands. “Timer says dinner’s ready. Let’s head to the dining area, shall we?”

HAITANI RINDOU:

“It’s four in the morning, woman. Why on earth are you still awake?”

“That should be the least of your worries when you and your workmates are literally covered in blood.”

Rindou eyed his partner down, still refusing to let her get tangled in their line of work. However, He cannot, for the life of him, understand why he immediately thought of driving the group of crime lords in her peaceful bubble at such an ungodly hour. But before he could reply another retort, Ran got their attention.

“Not to interrupt whatever that is, but we have a pair of individuals who are bleeding in the car.” And just like that, (y/n) immediately went towards Ran who was busy helping Sanzu out of the vehicle.

“I have a gurney waiting at the door, please lay him down there.” she instructed as Kakucho got out next, clutching his side.

(y/n) then motioned for everyone to enter the dark halls of the clinic while she fetched another gurney for the latter. Upon closer look, every one of them was sporting cuts and bruises that must be cleaned later.

“Ok, I’ll attend to these two first. Please help yourselves in the fridge at the far left and then I’ll clean you guys up, too.”

“Thanks, miss. But, who are you?” Takeomi asked as he placed a cigarette stick between his lips.

“This is a no smoking area, please. You can smoke by the door instead.” (y/n) said before putting on the other pair of surgical gloves and prying Sanzu’s clothes off. She immediately saw a familiarly large wound on his hip while his left arm was sporting another wide gash from what she could guess was a bullet.

“Ok, I’m going to start cleaning you up and then I’ll be stitching those wounds so we won’t risk any infection and prevent further bleeding. Tell me when it hurts, too. May I know your name, sir?” she asked the pink haired man while assembling the cart filled with cotton, gauze, and the large bottle of povidine-iodine, along with other medical materials.

While (y/n) attended to a badly injured Sanzu, Rindou was left to entertain his colleagues’ questions.

“(y/n)’s my girlfriend. We’ve been together for more than two years now.” He answered the older Akashi’s inquiry before watching said person treat her patient with much care as if they weren’t some bloodthirsty criminals.

“Does she know about this whole bullshit?” Kokonoi muttered, his eyes never leaving the woman in question as she now tried to subdue Kakucho who was insisting he was fine despite the blood trickling from his head.

“She’s known ever since. She was the one who patched up Ran and I when we were jumped by other executives of a rival gang one night. Didn’t even question shit, just made sure we stopped bleeding.”

Takeomi then flickered his cigarette butt outside before taking a seat next to Ran. His eyes traveled to the woman attending to his colleagues and towards her alleged boyfriend.

“Two years, huh? You’re fucking whipped-” The older Akashi’s monologue was cut short when they heard the woman screech.

“Ok, you two. I do not have the patience of a saint. I will not hesitate to sedate the both of you if you do not cooperate right this moment.”

“Let’s see you do somethi-” the room fell silent as (y/n) stabbed Sanzu on the arm with a rather large syringe. The man tried to speak, but the slurred words were getting more and more gibberish by the second. And just like that, Bonten’s number two fell back on his bed with a loud thud.

The rest of the executives cannot help but to look at one another in response.

“I apologize for my previous actions. I will not move a muscle nor talk unless it’s need for the medical procedures.” Kakucho muttered before lying back on his own bed, mortified beyond belief. He was not about to be unconscious like that.

“Some crime lords you are, really. Stop acting like children, I’m literally just cleaning and stitching you up!”

“Rin, I changed my mind! I love her already!” Kokonoi laughed, muttering about how he’d pay the woman to do that everytime Sanzu was annoying him.

“Now, will you still wonder why I’m a tiny bit afraid of your girlfriend?” Ran chuckled, but he stiffened when (y/n) spared him a gaze. He could feel the negative energy emitting from her eyes.

“Says the man who literally beats up people as a living.” She scoffed while finishing the bandages on the still unconscious Sanzu and finally moving her tray near Kakucho’s bed.

“It wouldn’t hurt you to be a little nice to her, big bro. She just finished her residency last week. It’s hard being a doctor, you know.” Rindou intervenes, though fighting the urge to grin at the pair.

“Who the fuck sedates a patient like that?! And I thought female doctors and nurses are the sweetest.”

“If I hear another stupid statement from you, I’ll sedate you too and stitch up your mouth, Ran.”

And as the chaos betwen his girlfriend and older brother ensues, Rindou cannot help but to chuckle. He worked himself up over nothing, after all. With the dawn of a new day creeping through the windows of the clinic, the young Haitani realized that if his girlfriend can reduce this notorious group of criminals to little children by herself, then he’s got nothing to be afraid of anymore.

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lostmyremembrall · 2 years

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𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀 ℒℴ𝓇𝒹 ℴ𝓃 𝒞𝒶𝒻𝒻ℯ𝒾𝓃ℯ

Tom Riddle x Gender Neutral! Reader Romance: Humor

Summary: In the title. In which our Dark Lord’s first horcrux was created thanks to four sleepless nights, a cup of coffee, and three mortified friends.

Warnings: None, other than slightly Manic! Tom and Rude! Tom Photos aren't mine.

You slowly opened a crack, daring to peek into the room of a man whom you haven’t seen in the past 4 days. For all you knew, the Dark Lord had dropped dead.

“Tom?” Abaraxas’ concerned voice came out almost as a whimper behind you.

“WHAT.”

You Abaraxas, and Canopus hissed as Tom snapped, revealing his face in the dark. He did not look well. His hair combed haphazardly in all directions. Bags underneath his eyes giving him an impression of a skeleton. His bloodshot eyes captured the three of them frozen at the doorstep of his Head room.

“What happened?!” you did not hesitate from your nose scrunching in disgust.

“What happened? What happened?” The man in question cackled maniacally. “The greatest invention of human history, Y/N, that’s what.”

“It has helped me achieve some of the greatest accomplishments just in the last few hours than in my whole life,” Tom continued, eyeing his desk filled with rolls of papers, knickknack of magical objects, and his diary.

He eyed you up and down, “Clearly something you’ve never had the fortune of coming across,” he said nonchalantly.

You growled and turned around on your heels, mumbling dark incoherent thoughts, just about ready to leave. Any remaining concern you had for the man was gone like smoke. It was a wonder what had stirred you to make the trip up to his Head Dorm, just to be insulted.

Abraxas stopped you on your way out, turned you around and pushed you back into his room.

“When you’re saying the greatest invention…” Abraxas murmured. Your eyes followed the object of his gaze, landing on a dirtied cup atop his desk.

“You were talking about coffee?” You leapt over and snatched at the cup. Indeed, the fragrant scent of the remaining coffee filled your nostrils.

"Of course," Again his laughter echoed in the room, resembling more and more one of those mad scientists you've seen on the telly. "With this marvellous elixir, I could rule the world tomorrow!"

He snatched the cup out of your hands and proceeded to swiftly shatter it onto the floor.

An awkward silence ensued as the three looked at the shattered pieces on the floor, save for Canopus slowly leaning into your ear and genuinely asking in a mortified whisper, “Why did he do that?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve only had one cup,” you shook your head in disbelief at the sight of a mess. He has been extremely busy with Head business, dark arts experimentation, NEWTs studies, you knew… But does just one cup of a coffee do this to a man?

“Yes,” Tom, still unsure what you were getting at, crossed his arms defensively.

“I mean,” Canopus continued in your ear, “it’s a decent cup that he just wasted.”

"And he's the one who has to clean up later," Canopus murmured; you chose to ignore.

“And you haven’t slept for… four days?” Abraxas asked, just to make sure.

Tom nodded slowly, now frowning. You and Abraxas’ exchanged glanced. In the next moment, Canopus foolishly spoke up the thought they were all thinking.

“Dude, you have no tolerance at all,” Canopus flung his arms in the air with a roll of his eyes. “Dark Lord, more like Dark Circles, am I right,” he elbowed you with a huff of laughter.

You ignored him, knowing exactly what would ensue. As you expected, Tom was absolutely fuming.

He stood up, rattling the chair along with it. You watched Canopus freeze on the spot, an instant regret flashing across his face at angering the Dark Lord out of all people.

Abraxas flinched as Tom towered over them. The sheer height and width of his shoulders cast a shadow over the three. His glare was terrifying enough usually, but with his eyes bloodshot, you might as well have called him a basilisk.

“I’ll have you know Lestrange,” his voice roared like thunder. Canopus flinched.

But… no words followed except for a soft thud.

You peeked through your eyelids and tapped on Canopus’ arm, causing him to finally open his eyes.

The Dark Lord lay on his bed, fast asleep. His chest rising and lowering in a slow constant rhythm. With every exhale, a soft whistle rung from his nostrils.

“He’s… crashed,” you mumbled in disbelief. Out of the corner of your eyes, Abraxas made a cross in front of him and thanked the heavens at the impeccable timing.

“Aaaand we’re leaving before he wakes up,” Canopus pushed your back towards the doorway. Your eyes caught Abraxas putting a blanket over Tom, before he scuttled out of the room to follow you.

The door closed over the Dark Lord, his peaceful face buried into the pillow. You and your friends successfully evaded the wrath of Lord Voldemort.

At least for today.

“You know, coffee just might work from now on when we’re in trouble,” Canopus mused, interlacing his fingers behind his head. It was a wonder how Canopus managed to talk of poisoning the Dark Lord when a few seconds he was cowering in his shadow.

But then again, Canopus never learned.

A/N: I just love the image of Tom, fully awake after 10 hours of sleep, crouched on the floor and just silently sweeping away the broken cup pieces.

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nanowrimo · 2 years

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Writing Descriptions, Perseverance, and Other Words of Advice from Legendary Authors

One of the best ways to grow as a writer is to learn from others. Today on the blog, Olga Stal has compiled great advice from 4 legendary authors that will hopefully energize your writing spirits and give you new tools and tricks to try!

Octavia Butler–Read Often, Write Often, and Forget Talent

Octavia Butler was a science fiction author and penned many award winning novels, like Kindred, Patternmaster, and more. She is an example of persistence. In childhood she struggled with dyslexia, but that didn’t stop her from becoming a writer. Here are 3 pieces of advice that she recommends to novice authors in this interview.

“I have advice in just a few words. The first, of course, is to read. It’s surprising how many people think they want to be writers but they don’t really like to read books.”

“Write, every day, whether you like it or not. Screw inspiration.”

“Forget about talent, whether or not you have any. Because it doesn’t really matter. I mean, I have a relative who is extremely gifted musically, but chooses not to play music for a living. It is her pleasure, but it is not for a living. And it could have been. She’s gifted; she’s been doing it ever since she was a small child and everyone has always been impressed with her. On the other hand, I don’t feel I have any particular literary talent at all. It was what I wanted to do, and I followed what I wanted to do, as opposed to getting a job doing something that would make more money, which would make me miserable. This is the advice that I generally give to people who are thinking about becoming writers. It’s certainly not a matter of sitting there and having things fall from the sky.”

Agatha Christie–Writing Gripping Mystery, Writing Descriptions, and Removing Distractions

Secondly, I’ll talk about the queen of mysteries, Agatha Christie, author of the famous Murder on The Orient Express. Her detectives fascinate me because it's hard to guess who the killer is.

How did Agatha create her novels? Work on the novel began with the development of intrigue. Then she inscribed the crime in the interior (in an apartment, house, plane or train), then a detective was connected, then the investigation proceeded in a logical direction. Agatha clearly planned her works down to the smallest detail. Dialogues, interiors, landscapes, descriptions were carefully and meticulously laid out. When she sat down to write, she used the "closed door" technique, leaving all worries and distractions to fully immerse herself in her book.

If you are looking for a great example of precise and vivid descriptions, pick up an Agatha Christie book and take notes on how she does it! Also try the closed door technique and see if it works for you.

Milan Kundera–Writing With Purpose and Philosophy

Milan Kundera is the author of many novels, one being The Unbearable Lightness of Being. In my opinion, Kundera is an example of human resilience. When he was 39, Soviet troops occupied the Czech Republic. His life collapsed. He survived the occupation and emigration. At 46, he had to start all over again. And he started.

While reading his novels, I noticed a few moments.

Notably, his characters are philosophical. Each of them are driven by their ideological beliefs, and think deeply about the philosophical implications of their actions. Kundera doesn’t describe the human body as a perfect, unattainable ideal. The character’s body may have some shortcomings, but the hero does not see those imperfections as inhibiting, limiting, or disappointing.

In his "The Art of the Novel" Milan Kundera outlined several interesting positions:

The writer must show not what he feels;

The plot should revolve around the central theme;

History and philosophy should be presented in doses, to understand the characters and the logic of their actions.

The character should be endowed with a worldview;

It is necessary to write concisely, immediately throw the reader into the story and characters, so that the reader immediately understands the essence of the novel;

Write to survive a moment of ecstasy.

Louise May Alcott–Success When Least Expected

Louise May Alcott is the author of perhaps one of the most iconic novels in Western Literature: Little Women. From the age of seven she kept a diary, where she wrote down about her feelings, impressions, ideas. She kept them, later reread them, found interesting moments, and recycled them in novels and stories. In her early career, she wrote spicy novels to make a living, though she condemned it later on.

Alcott was actually reluctant to write Little Women. She didn't think it was a great idea. She was surprised by its success and critical acclaim. This is a great lesson on believing that what we want may come when we least expect it. Therefore, writers, don’t give up!

As for Alcott's craft, she created interesting, distinct characters. Each of them has its own characteristics, preferences, hobbies, thoughts. They aren’t confused with each other, each of them has a bright persona. She pays a lot of attention to each character. Moreover, women in her works are depicted as strong and creative personalities. Also in her novels, Alcott realistically depicts life.

Olga Stal is from Ukraine. She loves writing novels, reading and creating something new. She runs a blog on Instagram (@olga_stal_ ), where she writes reviews of books, shares her writing experience, and talks about Ukrainian culture, art, history, prominent figures. She also writes articles for various projects.

#nanowrimo #writing advice #am writing #by nano guest #olga stal #descriptions

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beccibarnes · 6 months

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Hello! I ADORE the fics you've written inspired by Good Omens fan art here on Tumblr, and I'm excited for your Trick or Treat ficlets! May I request a spicy treat 🍂? I was especially intrigued by "porn with feelings."😉 Thank you! 🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤

A spicy treat for the Ineffable Husbands!

Hi! First of all, thank you so much! 💕 Your request got so out of hand, you have no idea :D I planned for ficlets... but now you have 1.8k of something I consider to be porn with feelings. I hope you like it 🍂

Story on AO3

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“Let there be fire,” Crowley said. The flames in their fireplace immediately obeyed and began to crackle as if they had been burning for hours.

“Ah, bless you,” Aziraphale said thankfully, taking off his rain-damp coat and his thick woollen scarf. Crowley just winked in response. He never wore a coat he needed to take off and his scarf was more of a fashion accessory than an actual piece of clothing. All he did was kick his shoes off his feet, deciding it took an acceptable short amount of time to justify not miracling it. A casual hand wave of Aziraphale, however, lined them neatly up against the wall.

"It's freezing cold outside and we don't even have December yet," he complained, following Crowley into the living room.

“Winter is coming,” the demon said casually. “Hot cocoa then? To warm you up?” Aziraphale’s bright smile was answer enough.

While Aziraphale made himself comfortable on the sofa, wrapping the woollen blanket around himself, Crowley proceeded to the adjoining kitchen. According to Aziraphale, miracled food always had a stale taste, but there was nothing wrong with using a dash of magic to accelerate the process. The milk was heated up in an instant, any remaining cocoa clumps dissolved like nothing, and the cream was perfectly whipped with a snap.

When Crowley returned to the living room, Aziraphale had turned into an angel-shaped burrito. A hand dug its way out of the tightly wrapped blanket to take the winged mug. Aziraphale's fingers brushed over Crowley's as he handed him the steaming cocoa.

“Oh Lord, your hands are icy,” Aziraphale said. “That’s what you get for refusing to put on a coat. You must be freezing, my dear.”

“No,” Crowley replied and sat down next to the blanket burrito. “Never have been freezing in my life, not gonna start with it now."

Nevertheless, the angel had enveloped him too with the blanket as soon as Crowley had stopped speaking. Wrapped tightly together, Aziraphale clasped his mug and sipped his cocoa, while Crowley just stared into the flames in front of them. He tried not to think too much about the very comfortable body next to him. There was something very personal to him about Aziraphale getting himself cosy and enjoying earthly pleasures.

Objectively spoken, there was nothing arousing about an angel drinking cocoa. But then again, arousal was rarely objective. Embraced by the blanket, watched by the fire and with Aziraphale in his mind, Crowley’s temperature rose rapidly. It was merely a factual sensation to him, though, to feel his blood rushing faster than before. He knew, his hands were warm, although he didn’t feel them being warm. He had never bothered to get into that part of his human incorporation. He thought it quite a benefit not having to worry about weather-appropriate clothing.

Aziraphale’s hand on his own pulled Crowley out of his thoughts. “You’re reheating way faster than I am,” Aziraphale said. His hands wandered to Crowley’s face to gently check his temperature. “Must be your inner demonic fire.”

“Uhrm,” Crowley agreed, strained. There sure was something burning inside him, but it had nothing to do with him being a demon. Although, with lust being a sin, that might be debatable.

“Sometimes I wish you could share just a little bit of that heat,” Aziraphale murmured and kissed Crowley’s cheek. The prospect shot through Crowley’s body like lightning.

“Oh yeah?” he asked and pulled the mug out of Aziraphale’s hands. “Maybe I should be your blanket then,” he tried. “Way more effective, than this old thing.” He shoved said old thing down their shoulders and to the side. With relief, he felt Aziraphale responding. The angel pulled him close as he dropped to his back, coming to lie on the sofa. Crowley followed willingly, letting his hips spread Aziraphale’s legs until he lay flat on top of him, like a weighted demon-shaped blanket.

Aziraphale’s exhale wasn’t quite a moan, but a distinct expression of comfort. His hands crawled under Crowley’s shirt and Crowley was sure they were still cold. Fortunately, he could enjoy the touch without shivering.

They stayed like that, pressed together by gravity, and just feeling the other’s body.

“Heated up yet?” Crowley asked after a while.

“Not quite,” Aziraphale murmured into his hair.

“Gotta get a little more creative it seems,” Crowley said and propped himself up on one arm. He was sinfully aware of the leverage pressing their hips together in the process. Aziraphale had to feel it too. It probably was the cause of his surprised gasp. With one hand, Crowley started unbuttoning the waistcoat.

“You know,” the angel said, “generally, less clothing is not helping people become warmer.”

“Generally,” Crowley repeated. “Might not apply to this particular case.” He went on unbuttoning the shirt underneath the waistcoat and finally reached bare skin. “It certainly helps to get the blood flowing,” he murmured, letting his hand run over Aziraphale’s chest. He felt the familiar slopes and valleys, his beloved structures and softness under his fingers as they travelled down to the button of Aziraphale’s trousers. He never reached them, as they were gone before he had even set a clear thought on it. He looked back up, to see Aziraphale’s innocent smile that could fool anyone but Crowley.

“Naughty, Angel,” he said under his breath, taken aback by the sudden sensation of bare skin touching. Not only Aziraphale’s clothes had miraculously vanished, the Angel had meant business.

Crowley leaned down for a kiss, tasting the remnants of cocoa on his angel’s lips. Sweet and rich it enhanced the distinctive flavour of Aziraphale underneath. Tender yet strong hands caressed his back, holding on to his shoulder blades, as Crowley slowly started grinding their hips together. Aziraphale’s eyes fell shut but Crowley kept his gaze fixed. Not wavering in his movements, he watched Aziraphale’s mouth twitch, his lashes flutter and his cheeks flush. Observing all the reactions he was responsible for, Crowley reached down. The sounds he could elicit from Aziraphale with deliberate movements of his fingers were delicious to listen to. They were churning in his chest and his loins alike as he was preparing his angel, gently probing and gradually opening him up.

When he retracted his hand, to close it around Aziraphale’s hard middle, the latter re-opened his eyes and Crowley could not resist kissing him again. With tender determination he pressed their lips together, showcasing all the want that had gathered inside him, pleading for release. And Aziraphale answered him without words, shifting his body just a little until Crowley found his longing cock aligned with Aziraphale’s entrance.

Aziraphale’s moan got lost in Crowley’s mouth as he pushed forward. Gently and slowly he savoured every inch of heavenly tightness that enclosed him as the angel’s body welcomed him.

He let out a deep moan and sunk back on Aziraphale’s chest for a moment, just revelling in the sensation of their union.

“You don’t feel it, do you?” Aziraphale asked, and the slight change of tone made Crowley look up.

“What?” Crowley panted. He was buried deep inside his angel and could feel that very clearly.

“You said you don’t freeze,” Aziraphale said softly, stroking Crowley’s back. “You can’t just turn off the cold temperatures, they come in a package.”

Crowley didn’t know how to respond, so he said nothing and Aziraphale didn’t follow up on it. A few seconds of awkward silence passed, before Crowley dared to continue moving, flooding Aziraphale’s head with thoughts of a different kind.

Crowley lifted his chest again to find a better angle and beneath him Aziraphale shivered at the loss of contact, and perhaps warmth. Finding a calm and steady rhythm, Crowley coaxed little sounds of pleasure out of his angel with every gentle push and tender pull. When their eyes met in between fluttering eyelids, their lips found each other for a long loving kiss. Aziraphale’s finger dug deep into the red hair, messing around like their tongues did. When they parted, Aziraphale’s hands came to a rest at both sides of Crowley’s jaw, holding his face.

“You have no idea what you miss, my dear,” he whispered. Crowley’s regular thrusts staggered then halted.

“Huh?” he panted, his brain struggling to catch up.

“Warmth,” Aziraphale said. “Comfort in warmth, pleasure in heat, the touch of another’s skin’s temperature.”

Crowley’s eyes darted from left to right. “Are we really having this conversation right now?” he asked out of breath. “Like... this?” He gestured vaguely downwards where they were the most connected two human-shaped beings could ever be.

“Yes,” Aziraphale replied, determined. “You miss out on so much.” For the second time this evening, Crowley was at a loss for words. He just kept staring down at Aziraphale who still held his face in his hands. “Just turn it on.” Aziraphale’s voice was barely more than a soft sigh but it was the pleading in his eyes that cracked Crowley’s weak defences. He looked up to the ceiling, concentrating on the plethora of internal stops he could pull with this human body. That he was still sinfully interlocked with Aziraphale, including his blood being needed down there, didn’t help and it took him a while to find the right corner of his brain. He hadn’t ever spent much thought on using it but for Aziraphale’s sake, he was willing to try. And he could always switch it back off afterwards.

It didn’t need much of an effort and Crowley looked back down at Aziraphale, brows lifted in question. Then he gasped as he was hit by the sensation, that started in his groin. Aziraphale was hot around him. Almost painfully hot, he was burning around his cock like a furnace. He was heating up Crowley’s middle all the way up to his stomach and beyond.

Crowley’s whole body trembled in the sudden warmth and the sensation burned through all his nerves like a pyroclastic flow, rapid and unstoppable. It was too much and he let out an animalistic moan before he noticed why. His cock was twitching inside Aziraphale, every movement accumulating more heat. He was a volcano erupting, filling Aziraphale hot and smouldering and he was sure it would burn him just the same.

Then the fire died down.

Crowley collapsed on Aziraphale’s chest and was met with more heat. But now it was bearable. Very bearable after the first moment of adjusting. Azirahpale’s chest was of comfortable warmth, emitting an aura he wanted to linger in, like the safety of an embrace, but less tangible. Crowley felt fingers caressing his neck and stroking his back and each one of them left a warm trail on his skin.

It took him longer than usual to catch his breath. Every other second he became aware of another new sensation on another inch of his body. Aziraphale's warm skin under his chest, the flickering flames in the fireplace, and eventually a fleeting cold on his bare back.

“Don’t you dare,” Aziraphale muttered, reaching for the forgotten blanket to cover them both. The chill faded away, replaced by woollen warmth. Crowley snuggled closer to Aziraphale’s warm chest, vowing never to turn his temperature sensitivity off ever again. Not that he would ever admit it to Aziraphale.

#ficlet #smut #with feelings #trick or treat ficlets 2023 #i say ficlet but this is 1.8k #fanfiction #ineffable husbands #good omens

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pbandjesse · 2 months

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I decided to work from home today. I am really glad I did. I needed to be alone. And I got my work done and got stuff done at home and that was really nice.

I slept okay. But when I woke up I felt sad and off. James came in to say good morning and I let them know I needed to stay home. I texted Alexi and she was totally chill. And I went back to sleep for an hour.

When I woke up, Heather has texted me a few minutes before, asking me to answer an email and do some back end changes to our registration. Can do! It didn't take long. I had to do a little detective work to make the changes necessary and discovered that the website was still talking about the CIT program. Which we are updating. And had a lot of wrong info, including the cost and the name. So I would reach out the Heather about that. And went to get dressed.

I would change 3 times. I was not feeling nice. About myself. But it would get better throughout the day. My eye was slightly swollen still. My bangs weren't laying right. I was just frustrated with myself for being upset about myself.

James left me a sandwich and I would eat that before I got on my computer to do some other work. And I was making great progress. I worked on a slideshow for the open house this weekend. Which took me a really long time because there is not a way to mass upload photos to slides. Like you have to place each photo individually. But it was fine. I was glad I had something to do.

I would take a break and worked on some painting in the stairwell. I was able to tape the paint brush to the extending pole and got all the edges and it was fun. I was having a good time.

I was standing on the ladder painting when I heard someone knock on the door. I went down and no one was there but when I leaned out the door I saw a man and he was like. Oh I'm knocking for the neighbor. But then proceeded to knock on my window? And I was like oh that's the confusion that's my window! And he was so embarrassed! I was like it's all good but it was funny.

I had lunch after that. I texted Heather some questions for the vender documents so I could work on that. I tried having a Celeste pizza, which was my absolute favorite as a kid. It ended up hurting the wound on the roof of my mouth and was strangely creamy. Like it wasn't horrible but the pain made me stop eating.

While it was cooking I started working on drawing on the ceiling in the studio. I had a thought about drawing a sunburst or a flower around the ceiling light. And so I drew that out. Had my lunch. And went back to paint it. It will need another coat for sure to cover the pencil but I love how it looks. I texted my mom and said how it's great owning a house. I can just do things. It's great.

I would work on starting to draw out a map for the music festival. And once I was as far as I could go before I got more info, I headed downstairs.

I would work on the living room. Now that the one walk is in a good spot I finally moved the small book case to it's new home:next to the couch. I took down the board I put there as a temporary piece. I had to move all the objects I had on the book car and got everything moved and started decorating. And I'm just thrilled. I looks so good. There is still a lot to do. But I'm really happy.

I would do some measuring for the next bookshelf I need to create for the weird transition spot between the living room and kitchen. It's such a weird size so I am going to have to build something myself. Which is fine. But will take some thinking. And my bandsaw.

I would go through our flat art box. Pulled out some pieces and put others away. James would out the box in storage later on but for now I just made sure my art was out and everything was ready for hanging that I wanted up.

I would hang a few little pieces. And made some choices about where things will get hung later. I would put our plant shelves outside. And just some small poking around. I put my little beer can lamp up and created a makeshift shade with a piece of tracing paper. And I just love the warmth it brings. I still need another lamp for the living room but I'm really happy with the progress.

A little before 4, after double checking there was no other stuff for me to do work wise, I would get in the couch with a snack. I was really cold all of a sudden. I would get cozy on the couch and waited for James to get home.

When they did get back it was still raining a little. They made a big fuss about how nice everything looked. They also had a package for me and I was excited about that.

They were excited to paint. I had started taping out the backsplash and they had finished that so they could jump right in. And they would spend the next hour or so painting and it looks so good. They are going to wait til the morning to take the tape down and put everything back. But I am thrilled with how it looks.

Before they did the second coat they would go to Burger King to get dinner. I felt very weak all of a sudden when they came back. The food helped. Even if it still hurts the roof of my mouth. Ouch.

We would talk while they painted. Sweetp was being really cute and cuddly. It was nice. It was a really nice evening.

Eventually I would come up here and try on the dress I got as a possible option for Sam and Paul's wedding. And I think it will be a good option for the week. At least one of the events for sure.

I came up stairs to hang a few things. I also tried to change the door knobs on my closet but I couldn't get the handles off because the screws are stripped. The people who flipped this house did such a shitty job about that. We keep running into this issue and it's so frustrating. I'll figure it out but not tonight.

James fixed the one curtain rod that got bent. And I worked on hanging up all of our enamel pins. I finally got a new canvas banner for them. And I'm really happy with how they look against the black fabric.

Now I am very tired. It was a really nice day. And I am hoping that it makes me feel nice enough to tackle going into work tomorrow. And like. It will be fine. I love camp. I just hope that emotionally I can pull myself together to get there.

After camp tomorrow I have a workshop! And I'm really looking forward to it. I have 4 sign ups right now and I would love to have 6 to 8. But regardless I will have a great time. And I hope you all have a great day tomorrow too.

Sleep well everyone. Take care of yourselves! Goodnight!!

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mamamittens · 11 months

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Sugar on Your Tongue (+18)

MarcoXAceXSanjiXZoro (implied main coupling of MarcoXAce and SanjiXZoro)

Warnings: Food play, dirty food puns implied, praise kink, oral sex, anal, spit roasting, double penetration, overstimulation, threesome, and then finally foursome(?).

Do NOT fuck (literally) with food, some things can have hazardous reactions or risks if they go inside an unconventional hole, so to speak, so be sure to be careful (or not do it at all if you're uncertain). This goes more for my folks with vaginas, but I can't imagine having food near your dick is good either (or your ass).

Consider this a piece for a loose event I'm doing this month at my leisure "A Slice of Pride". Could be just this or perhaps a few pieces of gay(LGBTQ+) ships in OP. This one just happens to have four (male) characters involved but I wouldn't count on me writing more exactly like this. That's a lot to juggle (elbow elbow laugh laugh).

Word Count: 4,535

There’s an art to making food look as delicious as it tastes.

Sanji knows this well, having been exceptional at making meals for years now. He’s fully capable of making mouth watering food from scraps or the highest quality groceries, depending on what he has on hand and if he’s making a point. And tonight is a special occasion.

So, he’s pulled out all the stops.

Sanji carefully wheeled the last cart into the room he had prepped ahead of time. The rest of the crew, unfortunately, wasn’t invited to this special dinner. The unconventional meal was chosen specifically with his guest in mind. The details had been hashed out and argued over repeatedly. Sanji, naturally, had wanted to treat it as an intimate dinner for the others.

Ace argued that he should, for once, treat himself as well.

The kitchen was nearly burned down and he lost his favorite button up shirt in the proceeding argument. Ace did, however, win in the end. Sanji, unable and unwilling to seriously argue against the tantalizing thought. Ace also played dirty, but when did he ever miss the opportunity to do that? There was some sort of bet Sanji had been left out of for who was going to ‘serve’ the food. Ace lost—although Sanji suspected foul play since Ace looked too excited about losing.

The room was perfectly set up with a raised table in the center, three pillows to sit on around it. Lights set to a warm, cozy ambiance with the view of a picturesque mountainside just outside the balcony doors, partially obscured with a paper partition. Ideally for privacy, not that Sanji expected them to think of it for long.

There was even a dedicated bathroom for cleanup later.

Ace strolled into the room, already naked, a smug smile on his lips as Zoro and Marco followed close behind. Water clung to him, falling from his hair down his shoulders and back. Before Sanji could complain about it—the mess or how hard ‘plating’ would be if Ace was still soaking wet—Ace’s body visibly heated up. Steam curling up as the water rapidly evaporated, the barest flickers of fire around his broad shoulders.

As Sanji was already aware, Ace didn’t have much in the way of body hair, which made this all a lot easier.

Marco adjusted his teal yukata, guiding Ace with a hand low on his back fondly.

Zoro smirked, sitting on one of the pillows expectantly, shrugging his arms free of his own green yukata as he watched.

“Think you can lay still for the whole meal, firefly?” Zoro asked with a grin, lifting up a ‘modesty cloth’. Ace huffed, accepting Marco’s hand as he stood on the table and laid down, his head resting on a silk pillow.

“Of course I can!” Ace sneered, snapping up the small cloth and draping it over his cock. It didn’t escape anyone’s notice that the fabric refused to lay flat.

“Don’t fall asleep, Ace, or you’ll miss the whole thing.” Marco warned with a soft smile, sitting closest to Ace’s head and gently teasing his hair. Sanji lifted the lid of the appetizers. Dough and an assortment of sauces. “If you’re good, I’ll feed you too.” Marco teased.

“What? Was the plan to have me right here, smelling good food without a bite?!” Ace hissed, nearly rising up in protest before Zoro placed his hand firmly on Ace’s chest. Pinning him to the table easily. Ace’s breath visibly stuttered as he blushed, freckles sparking with embers as he laid back down without further prompting.

“Hey now, ero-cook worked hard for this food. Don’t make me restrain you for the whole meal.” Zoro warned with a sly grin, a muffled whine slipping free from Ace. Sanji grinned as well, lowering his ingredients to the floor for easy access.

“I’ve got rope under one of the carts if I need it.” Sanji warned softly, brushing his hand over Ace’s bare thigh, mere inches from the cloth that twitched. “But I won’t be needing that, will I?”

Marco cupped Ace’s burning cheeks, leaning down to kiss Ace, who lifted up his chin in an attempt to meet Marco halfway.

“No, you won’t be needing that, Chef. Ace knows how to be a good boy, don’t you?” Marco whispered, punctuating his sentence with soft kisses.

“Oh, he really does.” Sanji agreed, picking up a small bowl of butter and a brush. He painted a wide swath across Ace’s chest and ribs. Thoroughly coating the tan, freckled skin before putting down the brush to pick apart the dough. Small handfuls settled nicely in his palms as he broke them down into bite sizes. Each one being set on the prepped surface with a pleasant scent of frying bread rising. “Just lay still for me, pretty.” Sanji lifted up Ace’s hand and kissed his rough knuckles tenderly.

Ace sucked in a sharp breath, a few bits of dough sliding down his pecs before Zoro flicked his nipple. Ace instantly flinched, the air leaving his lungs sharply.

“Oi, what did he just say?” Zoro grumbled with a narrowed eye as Sanji reached over and delicately reset the pieces that moved. “We haven’t even gotten to the main course yet and you’re already trying shit, firefly?”

The heat picked up a notch and the bread starting frying faster. Sanji flicked the buttered brush over Ace’s forcefully steady chest, flipping over the bread as he went while adding more.

“Easy, moss-head. You’re the one trying to get ahead of himself here.” Sanji hissed, setting the bowls of sauces to the sides. A wide variety perfect for sampling from honey to spiced olive oil. Marco plucked one from low on Ace’s chest and swirled it in honey, teasingly letting it drip across the man’s ribs while Sanji clicked his tongue at the mess. They still had two courses to go and already they were making a mess. Zoro picked one himself and swiped it lightly across the dropped honey, mostly smearing it across as it started to brown.

Rolling his eyes. Sanji dropped a modest size of dough onto the mess and smeared the cool mass across the tainted surface. Ace visibly straining to not jolt under each touch. Once the honey fried bread was finished, Sanji dipped it in the spiced olive oil. The delicacy was surprisingly delicate, the bread fluffy and with a sweet aftertaste that followed the bite of the dried peppers.

Sanji smiled, still holding a generous portion of the ‘special’ fried bread as he broke off a piece and set it on his tongue. He locked eyes with Zoro who glanced at Ace and smirked, leaning forward to curl his hand around the back of Sanji’s head. Lips parting as he kissed Sanji greedily, thoroughly tasting the treat with a pleased groan. His tongue sliding across Sanji’s as the bread dissolved. Chasing the lingering traces aggressively in a way that made Sanji feel dizzy and hot. Sanji braced himself on Ace’s thigh by accident, the skin hot under his hand as he slipped further up, teasing the soft skin under the cloth.

Finally, when Ace whined, they broke away. Thick strings breaking as Zoro licked his lips.

“That tasted pretty good. Maybe I should give it a try?” Zoro asked picking up the spiced olive oil and letting it pool into Ace’s navel. Sanji offered him a handful of dough to play with before turning to Marco. The man locked eyes with Sanji, settling a piece of fried bread in Ace’s mouth when he tried to speak.

“Care to share, Chef?” Marco asked with a hungry smile. Sanji smiled, tearing off a piece and placing it in his mouth.

Marco was gentler, cupping Sanji’s cheek as he leaned in. Teasing Sanji’s lips wider with soft licks until he melted against Marco with a sigh. The bread falling apart between their tongues as Ace panted beneath them. Sanji pulled away to slip another piece of bread in and saw Zoro swirling the bread into a messy smear of honey and spiced olive oil low on Ace’s abdomen.

There was a soft, insistent tug on his own yukata.

Sanji looked down to a pleading Ace, Marco sharing an amused look.

“He looks so sad, doesn’t he? I think he’s earned a taste of the chef’s special, don’t you?” Marco asked leadingly. Sanji smiled, leaning down to drop the generous piece of bread onto Ace’s awaiting tongue, ignoring his throbbing cock as he chased it with a kiss. Ace moaned, struggling to keep the bread close to his lips for Sanji. Sanji groaned in appreciation, his tongue tangling around Ace’s as he sought something more elusive than the taste of fried bread.

Sanji could hear Zoro groan, a wet, messy kiss clear in the air above his head as he pulled away to slip the rest of the bread into Ace’s mouth for another taste. Ravenously chasing Ace’s moans as he struggled to stay still long after the bread was gone from either of their mouths.

Sanji pulled away slowly, tongue hanging as Ace panted for air, head lifting up to lap at his lips for more.

“Whoops.” Zoro said dryly. Sanji looked up from Ace’s insistent lips, ignoring the soft whine. Marco licked Zoro’s lips and leaned back with a smirk.

“Looks like we’re out of bread.” Marco sighed, licking his lips with a pleased grin. Sanji huffed, looking at the bowl of dough to find it was, indeed, empty. It hadn’t been full to start with, but still.

“Greedy.” Sanji rolled his eyes and grabbed a wet rag sitting in a bowl of cold water. Delicately, he cleaned up the surface of Ace’s chest from the messy aftermath of their ‘tasting’. Ace hissed, fabric over his clearly erect cock jerking again as the cold fabric passed over his skin with a hiss of steam. Still despite this, Sanji methodically cleaned up the mess.

Sanji stood up and exchanged the ‘bread’ trays with the main course. Thin slices of meat and vegetables. Perfect for frying and eating, though cautiously, with their bare hands. Each one seasoned to perfection and lacking only the oil and heat.

Now confident that Ace was clean enough to cook on, Sanji sat back down. He picked up a clean brush and layered on oil, watching it as the liquid heated up before setting down the raw meat slices and lines of vegetables. The meat sizzled, the air becoming warmer as the spice grew thick. It was a wide variety of meat that Sanji had prepared, sticking to the ‘tasting’ theme of the meal. The vegetables having soaked in an identical mixture as the meats to prevent any contamination before cooking.

Zoro was the first to pluck a thick strand of meat, sea king by the looks of it, and eating it in one bite. Marco went next, grabbing a thin slice of onion and beef, twisting the two together to give to Ace. Ace looked pleased, grinning and trying to look down without moving his chest to pick his own slices.

Sanji slapped his raised hand lightly, chastising him before selecting a thin ribbon of pork and several vegetables to make a wrap the size of three fingers. He offered the hot bundle to Ace, sliding it onto his mouth as he delicately bit it in half. Swallowing and pulling in the other half with his tongue, teasingly swiping Sanji’s thumb before nipping it. Sanji hissed, pulling back with a smile as he fed himself.

Zoro gave Ace a contemplative look before grabbing a wide, thin slice of sea king meat. Marco, suspecting something, was quick to put his hands on Ace’s shoulders.

Zoro tugged off the small cloth that was previously doing a poor job of hiding Ace’s straining cock and Sanji’s eyes widened.

Before Zoro could act out his lewd thought, Sanji slapped his hand.

“Do that and it’ll stick to him, moss-head!” Sanji hissed, reaching for the oil brush. Zoro grinned as Sanji considered how best to cover Ace.

His cock was, unsurprisingly, thick and hard. Precum leaking at the top. Sanji reached down and swiped over the head. Clearing it for his brush to swirl around the tip and down the sides. Sanji took the meat Zoro still had pinched between his fingers and molded it around Ace’s cock. Ace gasping as the cold, wet meat started sizzling instantly.

“I knew you could be good for us.” Marco praised with a lewd grin, offering Ace another strip of cooked meat as a reward before leaning down and kissing him.

“Well, are you going to waste it?” Sanji asked Zoro.

Zoro snorted, smirking as he settled over Ace’s legs. Zoro gripped Ace’s hips firmly, ignoring the heat as he dipped his head down. Sanji plucked a strip of meat off Ace’s chest as he moaned loudly into Marco’s lips, jerking against the two forces keeping him pinned down.

Sanji pressed his hand over Zoro’s head teasingly, forcing him to keep deepthroating Ace for a few more seconds. Taking advantage of the unexpected rise in temperature, Sanji swiped more seared meat and vegetables before the burned. Finally, he let go with a laugh, Zoro pulling away with a wet slurp.

Zoro glared at him, wiping his mouth as Marco pulled away as well, panting for air.

“How’d it taste, Zoro?” Marco asked. Zoro smirked and leaned over Ace to pull Marco in for a kiss. Sanji huffed, having lost access to literally the entirety of Ace’s body while the two shared the ‘taste’. Sanji reached down and blindly ran his hand along Zoro’s thigh, brushing his cock as he searched for Ace’s.

“Is he always so damn greedy, firefly?” Sanji complained, hand wrapping around Ace’s hot cock. Ace jerked, groaning and twitching under Sanji’s hand.

“Yesss~!” Ace whined. “S-Such a damn tease!”

Marco and Zoro broke away, the two smirking down at Ace.

“You just like to complain, don’t you baby?” Marco cooed, reaching down to free his cock from under his yukata. “Better shut up before you get into real trouble.” Marco tilted Ace’s head back, brushing the head of his cock over Ace’s lips as he obliged, taking it without complaint despite Maro’s tease.

“You’re turn, ero-cook.” Zoro said, gesturing to Ace’s cock weeping over Sanji’s fist.

Sanji grinned at Ace’s moan, roughly wiping Ace’s cock clean for another layer of oil for the meat.

He selected a nice, thick slice of fillet before curling around Ace’s hard cock. The end flipped over his leaking tip. Zoro moved, backing away from the table completely as Sanji took his place. When it reached a nice, hot pink color, Sanji gripped Ace’s tapered hips and leaned down. Lapping at the end of the fillet slice to tease a thick drop of precum that dripped down the side of his cock and meat.

Pleased with the delicious sight before him, Sanji opened his mouth and took Ace’s cock in deep. Hot, sizzling meat trapped against his tongue as he swallowed hungrily. The delicately spiced meat mixing with a slightly salty aftertaste. Ace moaned loud around Marco’s cock as Sanji felt hands slide up his thighs.

“Feels good being our good boy, doesn’t it?” Marco sighed as Sanji tried to pull up off Ace’s cock. The thickness difficult to swallow around to take in the meat, but a firm hand stopped him.

“Nope.” Zoro snickered behind him, a slick hand teasing the rim of his ass. “It’s time you really enjoyed your meal like our firefly. Don’t you want to be a good boy too?” Sanji moaned, nearly choking as Zoro slipped in a thick finger, teasing Sanji’s ass open slowly.

Sanji swallowed thickly, working his tongue down to pull in the fillet as Ace moaned, jerking in Sanji’s mouth. The temperature of Ace’s cock cooled considerably as Sanji squeezed his hips, much to Sanji’s appreciation. Though it spiked every time Sanji swallowed hard, slowly drawing the fillet up his cock. Zoro still teased open Sanji, slipping in another two fingers while he desperately worked to make it easier on himself, sucking in harsh breaths through is nose with a whine.

“Why don’t you do a little prep work while you’re down there, lovely?” Marco cooed a metal bowl brushing Sanji’s hand. Blindly, head still forced onto Ace’s cock, Sanji brushed his hand up into the bowl.

Oil, thick and cool under his touch.

Sanji slipped his tongue along the underside of Ace’s cock, aware that the taste of salt was beginning to overtake the spiced fillet as he slowly pulled it apart. With his now slick hand, Sanji reached down to Ace’s thigh, smearing the oil up to the tensed muscles of his ass. Balls hot and heavy just above his rim.

Zoro scissored open his fingers and Sanji slipped in his middle finger, moaning along with Ace. Sanji groaned as Ace came hard, nearly choking from the force of his cum hitting the back of Sanji’s throat. Swallowing hard to not waste a drop, the last of the fillet slipping free as Zoro pressed hard against his prostate.

Sanji moaned, spilling cum across the table and Ace’s trembling thighs as Zoro laughed, massaging harder to milk his reaction.

Sanji slipped in another finger as Ace whined thickly.

“Is he doing a good job for you, baby?” Marco cooed, “You should see it, such a pretty sight with both your mouths full.” Marco praised as Zoro let go of Sanji’s head to rip off their yukatas.

Sanji swallowed the last of Ace’s cum and lifted his head with a gasp, choking softly as Zoro pulled the fabric away from his back.

Sanji blinked, face red as he panted. Marco pulled his wet cock free from Ace’s mouth, finally letting him breath as well.

“You’ve done beautifully… I think it’s time the chef retires for dessert.” Marco said, leaning over to kiss Sanji’s panting lips. Licking across his tongue as he kissed him deep for several moments. “Mmm, even better than the first taste~” Marco sighed.

Marco stood up and took away the mostly empty trays of meat and vegetables, giving Sanji the cold rag to clean up again. Sanji, dizzy and thrilled at where this could be going, carefully cleaned up Ace’s now reasonably hot chest. Zoro back to fondling his ass and stroking his sides, kissing up his back.

Sanji finished with some difficulty, Zoro thoroughly keeping him distracted with soft kisses along his spine. Zoro reached down and lifted up Ace’s limp legs over Sanji’s hips. Raising him up so he could grip under his ass and fist Sanji’s cock with a slick hand. He jerked it over Sanji’s throbbing dick, making sure to wet the head before pressing it between Ace’s cheek. Bullying Sanji into Ace, his own cock hot against Sanji’s thigh.

Ace threw back his head and moaned as Marco returned with a tray from the ‘dessert’ cart.

“Ready, Sanji?” Zoro huffed into Sanji’s ear, gripping his ass cheeks and slowly forcing him to hilt into Ace.

Sanji groaned, head rolling onto Zoro’s shoulder.

“Yesss!” Sanji hissed, feeling the moment Zoro slipped the thick head of his cock in with a pop. Zoro pressed his hips against Sanji, forcing them both to hilt completely as Ace whined sharply.

Sanji opened his eyes and looked down at Ace.

Marco was taking a dallop of whip cream and flicking it over Ace’s chest. The thick mixture slapping over his nipples and down towards his navel in clumps. Then Marco took a spoonful of chocolate syrup and drizzled it over the right side down to the furthest spot of whip cream before repeating it with caramel on the other side. Some falling onto Ace’s leaking cock.

Then, Marco took a sift of powdered sugar and covered Ace’s chest with it lightly, looking quite pleased with himself. Once that was done, he placed cherries over where Ace’s nipples were and looked at Sanji.

“Well, dig in.” Marco invited, setting the dessert tools to the side and lazily fisting his cock with a smug look.

Sanji looked down at Ace, the man flustered and hungry.

Zoro snapped his hips against Sanji’s ass, cock thrusting in deep like he could forget it was there.

“Hurry up, ero-cook! Before I make you!” Zoro hissed.

Sanji clicked his tongue, leaning down to lap at the messy pile of whip cream with chocolate drizzles. Tip of his tongue reaching in deep enough to lick up Ace’s pec.

“Food’s meant to be enjoyed, moss-head.” Sanji sighed, licking up Ace’s nipple and a mouthful of whip cream with a cherry. Ignoring the mess he was making, Sanji leaned up and kissed Ace, feeding him the sweet treat. Cherry slipping down Ace’s tongue as Zoro started rutting against him.

They both moaned, Sanji falling onto Ace’s chest from the tight clench around his cock and the thick length that buried into his ass. Smearing the mix around as Zoro starting fucking them faster.

“How’s the dessert, Zoro?” Marco asked, Sanji moaning as something dripped down his back. A hot tongue chasing up again as Zoro groaned, pace unrelenting.

“Fucking delicious.” Ace wrapped his tongue around Sanji’s as he grabbed his hair. “Y-You should try it.”

“I think I will~” Marco cooed, freeing Sanji’s hair from Ace’s grip before pushing on Sanji’s shoulders. Raising him up gently. Sanji panted, cock throbbing as he realized the mess that was Ace’s and his own chest. A smear of whip cream, chocolate, and caramel. A single cherry now half buried near Ace’s throat. Marco gripped his cock and scooped up a generous serving, taking the cherry with it. “Good boy~” Marco praised as Ace eagerly lifted up his head to receive the treat.

Marco lowered his head and licked up Sanji’s chest. Greedily feasting on the dessert and softly biting his chest. Sanji moaned, perfectly trapped in the pleasure and sticky mess. Cream melting and dripping down towards his cock.

Marco took in a mouthful of mixed cream and sucked against his chest, tongue teasing a nipple as Zoro roughly pinched the other clean. Noisily licking his fingers next to Sanji’s ear over the wet sound of sex.

“Such a fucking tasty treat~” Zoro moaned, gripping Sanji’s waist to fuck him harder. “Going to be good for us? C’mon, Sanji, take it all!” Zoro licked across Sanji’s shoulder and bit down hard. Slamming into the hilt as hot cum filled him, dripping down his thighs from the excess.

Not done yet, Zoro forced Sanji out from Ace, the other whining at the loss.

Zoro lifted Sanji’s thighs and pinned them to his slick chest. Thick cock still wedged into his ass, Sanji was lowered down further and gasped. Looking down, Sanji realized Marco was holding up Ace’s cock, smearing it in the mess of cum and cream.

Encouraging Sanji’s ass to take both.

Marco grinned, panting hotly as he looked at Sanji.

“Be a good boy now, and take it.” Marco moaned, licking up more cream to slip it over Sanji’s hanging tongue.

With difficultly, Ace’s thick head slipped in besides Zoro’s, all three of them moaning sharply. Sanji jerked, cumming across his chest in a thick spurt as Ace slipped in deeper still. Zoro hissed, gripping his thighs in a bruising grip as Sanji was seated firmly on Ace’s lap.

Sanji quivered, panting and whining as he was stretched open so wide. Ace moaning beneath them as Marco chuckled.

“Isn’t he so fucking pretty when he falls apart?” Zoro asked. Marco hummed darkly, pulling away from Sanji finally.

“Hmmm, he really is. Ready for the final course?” Marco purred, licking Sanji’s wet lips.

“Y-Yes~! O-Oooh fuck yes, please!” Sanji begged, eyes watering as his cock sprang to life.

“Looks like you get seconds, Ace.” Marco cooed, pulling away and releasing Ace’s mouth from his cock. Ace panted, face red as he swallowed hard before looking up at Sanji. Eagerly, he lifted himself up, contorting to lick up Sanji’s chest.

“You’re so tight, Sanji. Do you like how it feels?” Ace asked roughly, tongue making quick work of the smeared mess along Sanji’s abs and chest. “You taste almost as good as you feel, fuck!” Ace whined as Zoro moved back, Ace’s cock nearly slipping out as he followed hastily.

Marco was quick to scoop up Ace’s thighs, shoving him up against Sanji as he yelped. The sound pulled into a moan as Marco sank into him

Ace moaned wetly against Sanji’s neck, leaning up to kiss Zoro as Marco lightly bounced him on his cock. The two cocks throbbing as Zoro set a slow pace against Ace’s harsh rocks. Marco smiled over Ace’s shoulder, leaning in to lick Sanji’s lips as he fucked Ace harder.

Sanji moaned, rapidly approaching another orgasm with his cock slipping in sticky cream between Ace’s hot body and his own.

“A-Ah! Aahhn ff-fuck ah-ah-ooooh FUCK!” Sanji cursed, lapping at Marco’s tongue as he was overwhelmed. Ace whined into his ear against Zoro’s mouth, cumming with Sanji as they were both railed into harder. Sanji shakily reached out and gripped at whoever he could reach. Fingers slipping in melted whip cream as he was smashed into Ace, Zoro and Marco leaning against each other to fuck them both harder. Overstimulation blurring with pleasure and the slight pain of being fucked open so wide.

Ace whined, panting and kissing Zoro and Sanji’s neck messily, babbling in a cock-drunk stupor.

“M-Marco! Marco! Ahhnn fffuck Marco—Z-Zoro-oooh~!” Ace jerked his head back, sobbing loud with tears streaming down his cheeks as Marco kissed his shoulders, finally allowing Sanji to breath.

Only for Zoro to reach up and yank back his hair for a messy kiss, still intent on fucking Sanji breathless with Ace.

“R-Ready to be a good boy?” Marco panted, it was unclear who he was addressing as Zoro broke away from the kiss.

“Y-Yeess! Hnngh~!” Ace whined, reached up to grab Sanji’s face and kiss him as he came again, Marco grunting with a hiss as Zoro slammed into Sanji one last time. The amount of cum practically falling free despite Sanji squeezing the two cocks hard in another orgasm.

Sanji whined, clutching Marco as Zoro slowly pumped his cock in deeper.

“So pretty and sweet~” Marco praised hoarsely, licked across Sanji’s sullied skin.

Gently, Ace and Zoro pulled out from Sanji’s body. Kissing and stroking his skin softly. Ace collapsed onto the table panting but practically glowing, a pleased smirk on his face.

Zoro chuckled, leaning back with Sanji draped over his lap. He whistled sharply.

“Fuck, you two made a mess.” Zoro pressed a kiss to Sanji’s cheek. “…You still hungry, firefly?”

Sanji moaned in surprise and looked down at Ace, who looked very hungry still. Marco leaning back and licking his sticky fingers with a grin.

Ace looked down with a smirk.

“Oh yeah. I can go for seconds.” Ace purred, Sanji following his gaze down Sanji’s chest. Down to where his cock throbbed, covered in a mix of sauces and whip cream.

Sanji couldn’t hold back his whimper, blood hot for more despite himself.

#one piece smut #marco the phoenix #portgas d ace #black leg sanji #ronoroa zoro #ace smut #marco smut #sanji smut #zoro smut #a slice of pride #I was very ambitious with the amount of dicks I could involve here #*Insert crude sex joke here*

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whats-wild-to-you · 1 year

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Dark Horse (100 Days sequel)

[Jung Changmin]

[Jay’s POV]

“What about Changmin?”

“What about him?” Soo-jin countered.

“He had a crush on you.”

“Nonsense! You’re suspecting him because you don’t like him.”

“I have very good reason to.”

“He helped us get back together, why would he do that if he had an ulterior motive?”

“Sweet, isn’t he? Well, he wasn’t always this way.” I countered.

“This one looks promising. He studied culinary arts in France.”

“So? I don’t care, hyung! Just pick one.”

“Stop calling me hyung! You have to address me as Mr. Kim!”

“Can I at least call you Byung-ho?”

“No!”

“But my father called you Byung-ho.”

“Because your father and I were friends!”

“And we’re not?”

“Mr. Park, you have to be responsible for your employees from now on, you have to earn their respect, you can’t do that by being their friend!”

“Fine, hire this Changmin guy.”

Even though he knew he couldn’t afford making any mistakes, Changmin was starstruck when he first met Jay. No contract or NDA could stop him from bragging to his friends about his new job. That was how he met Chae-Won. He would often talk about her with Jiyeon, although he wasn’t serious about her. Their conversations would often come to a halt whenever Jay walked in on them. Changmin was paranoid, thinking Jay was out to steal his girl, although back then, Jay had more than enough ladies competing for his attention.

Eventually Changmin invited Chae-Won over but made sure it was on a Jay where Jay was gone. Unfortunately, on that same day, Jay returned home sooner than expected and ran into Chae-Won.

“Who are you?” He asked, checking her out. He had just dumped another girl because she was getting too comfortable and started talking about dating.

“I’m Changmin’s friend. You must be his roommate! He talks a lot about you.”

“Roommate. What was your name again?”

“Chae-Won.”

“Chae-Won, nice to meet you! Please do me a favor and don’t mention to your friend that we met. Can do you that for me?”

She nodded and Jay thanked her, going upstairs to his room. He had been suspicious of Changmin from the start and was amused by this new piece of information.

“He’s doing what?” Mr. Kim asked enraged when Jay told him about Changmin a couple days later.

“Let him be!”

“What? He’s undermining your authority, you can’t just ignore that!”

“I will deal with this my way. I’m going to teach him a lesson!”

From Jiyeon Jay found out that Chae-Won had been invited to the house a couple times more. And each time Changmin would claim that him and Jay were roommates. Jay started to get irritated, he knew he had to put Changmin in his place. One night he called Jiyeon to his room.

“I want you to grill Changmin, find out if and when Chae-Won is coming here again. I want you to intercept her and bring her to me. You understand?”

“Of course Mr. Park.” Jiyeon whispered and went about her business.

A few days later Jiyeon informed Jay that Chae-Won would be visiting again later that day. Jay made sure to get off work in time and was waiting for Jiyeon to do her part. Shortly after, she knocked on his door, and when Jay opened, Chae-Won was standing in front of him.

“Hi, please come in!”

“The maid said you wanted to see me?”

“That’s right. I’m curious about you. How did you meet Changmin?”

“We met at a club, he was staring at me and so I walked over, and we began talking.”

“But you’re just friends?”

“Yes.” Jay grinned triumphantly, scooching closer to her, casually placing his hand on her exposed thigh. Slowly he pushed the fabric of her skirt upwards, until he reached her most sensitive area. All while never breaking eye contact with Chae-Won. Her eyes were glued on him too and she didn’t dare blinking, not even after Jay kissed her.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

Chae-Won just shook her head, inching closer to Jay instead.

“Would you like me to continue?” She nodded and Jay proceeded to slide her sweater off her shoulders. Eventually they hooked up, and before Chae-Won left that day, Jay made her promise she wouldn’t tell anyone and also never contact Changmin again. Jay never confronted Changmin, instead used his employees lies to his advantage. Whenever Changmin brought over girls, trying to impress them with his fake house and his fake roommate, Jiyeon would intercept the girls and take them to Jay. It went like this for a while, Changmin growing more and more frustrated when none of the girls were picking up his calls.

Until he met Hana. She was different, didn’t buy his story. Eventually Changmin told her the truth. To his surprise she didn’t bolt. Although he hadn’t figured out why all the other girls were avoiding his, he was sure Jay had something to do with it. So naturally he kept Hana hidden. Even when Jiyeon asked him what was wrong with him, since he seemed distracted, he still wouldn’t reveal he was seeing someone. He wanted to make sure that Hana really liked him and wouldn’t be swayed by Jay’s charm. In the end he made a fatal mistake though, when he brought Hana over to introduce her to Jay and Jiyeon.

“I guess she’s the reason why I’ve been so distracted lately!” He announced proudly and beamed at his girlfriend. He thought he was safe since Jay was seeing someone at that time. Little did he know it would be Hana herself who would betray him. She was obsessed with visiting him at work and would often ask if Jay was around. Changmin figured she was just considerate and didn’t want to cause him any trouble. Imagine his disgust when he found his girlfriend naked in bed, with Jay kneeling balls-deep behind her. Naturally he blamed his boss, lashed out and even called him names. The two men would’ve gotten ina serious fist fight if it wasn’t for Mr. Kim. He sat them both down and demanded an explanation from Jay. After Mr. Kim confirmed with Hana that it was indeed her who went into his room and undressed herself in front of Jay, Changmin’s anger subsided.

“Still, you should’ve said no!” He cried out while leaving the room. He knew very well, Jay wasn’t a man who said no to such women. That’s how he came up with a plan of his own. He systematically sabotaged every girl that walked in with Jay. Didn’t care whether it was a casual fling, or someone Jay could be serious about. Changmin made sure to tell the women about Jay’s past conquests, and the fact that he went through girls like others went through underwear. To his surprise, he found an unexpected ally in Jiyeon and quickly figured she must have had her own reasons for wanting every one of Jay’s ‘relationships’ to fail.

“I don’t care about his past! And I don’t know what your relationship was like before I came into the picture, but Changmin can be trusted!” Soo-jin insisted, staring me down.

“You’re kidding, right? He kissed you!”

“How do you know?”

“Does it matter? I bet he’s still hung up on you.”

“Out of all the people who would want to harm you, you think Changmin is your biggest threat? Unbelievable!”

“I think Soo-jin’s right. He was still working for you a couple days ago, where would he find the time to plot something like this?” Mr. Kim weighted in.

“Did you hear back from any of our lawyers yet?” I shifted my focus to hyung, taking a sip of my coffee.

“No, but I’ll call later.”

“We must exhaust all our options!”

“I agree. Don’t worry, we’ll figure something out!”

“Changmin told me you slept with his girlfriend!” Soo-jin blurted out as soon as hyung left.

I could see she had a hard time uttering the words, I could also tell that she was taking Changmin’s side in this.

“Is that what he said? His girlfriend seduced me! And if you ask me, he put her up to this!”

“That makes zero sense.”

“It would, if you knew the whole story!”

“Tell me then.”

“I- It doesn’t matter, okay? He’s not as innocent as you think!”

“Fine.” She snapped at me, clearing the plates.

“Soo-jin...”

“I’ll be at Ri-Na’s. You’re not suspicious of her, are you? No? Just checking.”

I sighed but remained silent. I really didn’t want to start the day fighting with Soo-jin.

[Soo-jin’s POV]

“... and then I came here!” I concluded, taking a deep breath.

“Man, this is horrible. It’s only been a day and this thing has you already fighting.”

“We didn’t fight, we argued. We just didn’t agree.”

“Any luck with finding out who this mystery person might be?”

“Zero. And honestly, I’d like to not talk about it. It’s all I’ve been doing yesterday!”

“Fine with me. Hey! You won’t believe what happened yesterday! You remember the old guy who had the tailor shop down the street? He’s retiring and he asked me if I knew someone who would like to buy his store.”

“Whoa, that shop has been there forever! I’m going to miss it!”

“Focus, Soo-jin! The store! You can have it!”

“What?”

“Did you forget? You were talking about how the store was perfect for your jewelry business!”

“But that was before...”

“I think now is the perfect time!”

Without breaking eye contact, I reached out and grabbed her coffee cup, holding it up to my nose.

“Why are you doing this to me? I’m serious!” Ri-Na protested.

Before I could answer her, I noticed her phone vibrating on the table. She dove for it in an attempt to cover the display, almost breaking the table.

“Must be work. I’ll be right back!”

Shrugging, I finished my coffee and went to the kitchen to get a refill.

“Think about it! It’s been a year since your mother passed away and you still haven’t found another job.” Ri-Na continued as she sat down, burying her phone under thighs.

“That’s not fair, I-”

“No, I know! You tried, but be honest, you still love making jewelry. That’s why you haven’t been able to move on!”

“Maybe.”

“Imagine starting making jewelry again. You got to meet many new people, rich people. You made connections. Rich people are all about unique things. You could make a fortune!”

Something about Ri-Na’s words made me uncomfortable. Like they actually triggered something in me. An unpleasant memory, yet I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“I don’t think now’s the time.”

“When will you do something for yourself?”

“Ri-Na...”

“I’m sorry, I just want you to fulfill your dreams!”

I was confused. Ri-Na was sitting in front of me, talking, but she didn’t sound like my friend.

I racked my brains, trying to remember why her words sounded so familiar. Then it hit me. Ari. Ri-Na’s words were similar to those Ari had said to me when we met.

“Can we talk about something else, please?” I acted irritated, rubbing my temples.

“Sure.”

But the conversation was lacking and so I excused myself, citing an important appointment and left Ri-Na’s place.

I was confused the whole ride back. Did Ri-Na need to go on that list? Was I paranoid, suspecting everyone around me?

I’ve known her for a long time, but today was the first time she appeared different in front of me.

When I arrived home, Jay was already waiting for me, mouthing apologies as soon as I came through the door.

“What’s wrong?” He froze, as he took a good look at my face.

“Rina. She was acting weird today.”

“Weird, how? Suspicious?”

“See, this whole thing is taking a toll on us. We’re becoming these paranoid people!”

“What did Ri-Na say?” He doubled down.

“She wanted me to take up jewelry making again. A store near her place is apparently looking for a new tenant.”

“What about it was weird?”

“The way she said it, the merits she listed. She sounded a lot like her.”

“Like who?”

“Your friend, Ari.”

***

[getaway]

#jay park #h1ghrmusic #park jaybum #park jaebum #h1ghrgang #aomg jay park #jay park aomg #aomg imagines #aomg scenarios #jay park fanfic #jay park imagines #jay park scenarios #park jaebeom #aomg #aomgofficial #more vision #more soju please #khh imagines

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saltysodacracker · 4 months

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January 4th, 2024.

10:08pm quality control.

I want to tell the story of how I got an entire new 1,000 credit for lululemon for free. There is a policy within in the store where if your leggings are pilling or have some kind of manufacturing flaw. Like the threading comes undone, or whatever it maybe they have to give you an exchange and give you a new one. Doesn’t matter what the product is. I kept these leggings for nine years that did not even fit and got to pick out new ones that fit and in a new different colour. Some of the clothes I even bought on clearance, but were valued significantly higher than what I actually paid for them. So knowing this simple hack I never will buy another brand of clothing but this brand for that reason. I have a lifetime warranty on my clothes. They might be 98$ for a pair of pants, however 10 year later and worn out they are still valued the same… At that rate your saving a crap ton of money. This is why people need to stop supporting fast fashion like SHEIN, urban planet, Walmart, and Ardene among others. Even thrifting something is better than supporting companies that are literally linked to sweat shops. On top of that maybe consider is it better deal to pay 5 bucks for a shirt that is really bad quality and maybe get a month use out of it or save that 5 bucks up for a few months and buy a nice top that has the quality to back up the price? For me it is quality over quantity. I do not want a lot of anything anymore even clothes. There are some girls I have seen on the internet that collect huge unnecessary quantities of the same jacket different colours or the same brand and have many wallets just different colours. While there is nothing wrong with that, to me as a consumer I really think it is a waste of money. It also seems super selfish to me to have too much of anything.

With that all being said, I wanted to share a story that happened to my cousin who works for Lululemon in a very large city. She said she was running the till and in any store they have they don’t have enough people working the tills or space for all the people. My cousin watched this guy come into the store and look at some pants and checked out the different variety of colours. He found a pair of pants he liked and looked my cousin dead in the eyes from across the store and said out loud, “I should run out of here with these, but I am just gonna walk,” and he proceeded to steal these 100$ pants right in front of everyone and there was nothing anyone could say or do about it. This really baffled me. But they are taught that if someone wants to steal from them to just let them and not engage or chase after or even call the police. She has only been working there 5 months and she has seen this happen probably 12 times she said in those months. Well what does the company do? Who pays for the pants? We the loyal consumers do. So essentially the more people steal the more the clothes go up in price or get taxed harder. If you do purchase from them get your money worth and recycle the pants for new ones. Why not? If they are going to ruin it for the honest people that pay the price a person should get a free pair regardless. Either way I am going to support them even though the founder was extremely racist and called the company Lululemon for the reason that certain cultures can’t say the name because of how many l’s are present in the name. He found it funny that when they would try to say the word they would mess it up every single time they attempted at it.

Besides all this I just think the fashion industry as a whole is super interesting based on how much something costs and how economically useful the product is. Some high fashion like Prada, I am so unsure as to why some people would pay such a high price for something that is not only ugly, but not even remotely useful. That kind of ties into the idea of what is art and how much art should cost. It can be a scribble on a piece of paper and stupid people will pay millions for something so ugly that a toddler could have created even better.

Just think about what you are purchasing in any light as a consumer. Is it worth the price you are paying? Is it morally acceptable? Do you think you will use it more than once? These and many more factors I consider before I purchase anything that has to do with fashion, accessories and even decor. Sometimes I even ask myself instead of paying a lot of money for something especially a brand name, can I in good faith create this with my own hands? Would it be cheaper to source my own materials? Can I make the quality any better than it already is?

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Favorite Music of 2023

Empire State Bastard - Rivers of Heresy The love child of Simon Neil (Biffy Clyro) and Mike Vennart (Oceansize) is a truly epic metal monstrosity. I'd heard bits and pieces of it that Mike doled out over the years via his Patreon and never thought a fully realized product would see the light of day. Well, they did it, and they got Dave Lombardo to bash the skins. That should tell you everything you need to know about this masterpiece. Empire State Bastard - The Looming [Official Video]

Steven Wilson - The Harmony Codex This feels like the culmination of the last two albums (To the Bone, The Future Bites) coalescing into an experimental but solid whole. It's best enjoyed in a single sitting instead of bits and pieces. There's also an alternate version of this album (Harmonic Distortion) including outtakes and remixes that is just as enjoyable as the main album.

Steven Wilson - Economies of Scale

Squid - O Monolith I wasn't immediately sold on Squid's first album (Bright Green Field), but after watching them play live they won me over. This second album is just as intense as the first. They know their strengths and play to them and the audience wins. Each song is incredibly complex, yet somehow they pull it off live and make it look easy, every member playing with a musical ambidexterity that is breathtaking. Squid - La Route du Rock 2023 – ARTE Concert

Queens of the Stone Age - In Times New Roman I still remember vividly seeing Songs for the Deaf at the local Hastings Muisc store at a listening station and proceeding to listen to the entire album. I stood there for an hour because the music rooted me to the spot. I'd never had an experience like that before. I'm sure the store clerk wondered if I didn't have anywhere else to go. Needless to say I became an instant fan and have been ever since. Queens of the Stone Age - Time And Place (Official Audio)

Knower - Knower Forever The first time I experienced Knower was back in 2016 and the video for "The Government Knows". It was hilarious and strange and I couldn't get over how catchy it was. I was compelled to seek out more from the group and began to appreciate the pure musicianship of Louis Cole and his gang of gifted musical cohorts. Over the years he released solo albums and had an insane side project known as Clown Core that's a genre unto itself. With Knower he's always had Genevieve Artadi as a musical partner and her voice fits the music perfectly. This latest album is their best so far. I'm The President - KNOWER

Hania Rani - Ghosts I think I first heard Hania based on the Youtube algorithm that thought I might like an insanely talented pianist and composer. This was mid-pandemic 2020 and her album "Home". It's one thing to hear the music, but it's quite another to see her perform solo and realize she's creating all of these soundscapes on the fly. Ethereal, beautiful, and transporting music. Hania Rani - Full Performance (Live on KEXP)

The Fierce and the Dead - News from the Invisible World This was a recent discovery. I know that I'll end up loving a group if I can't stop thinking about a song I heard. In this case it's one called "Non-Player". The entire album is great though, bouncing around between song styles and genre's. I was surprised to find that it's the first with vocals, their past releases being instrumental. ▶︎ News From The Invisible World | The Fierce And The Dead (bandcamp.com)

IDLES - (Everything) I was late to the IDLES party by four albums, but I've now got my arms and legs tucked inside the ride and I'm holding on for dear life. Not since Oceansize has a group affected me this profoundly. It's all right there on display, no gimmicks, everything's genuine. "If someone talked to you, the way you do to you, I'd put their teeth through. Love yourself." I am beyond excited for the new album coming in February. IDLES - DANCER (Official Video)

Bonus Video (You're welcome): Donny Benét: Multiply (Official Music Video)

#favorite music 2023

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recklessly-built · 6 months

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I found a piece of art that I want to do over since this first attempt doesn't really capture the vibe of what I was trying to illustrate but I thought I'd leave an explanation here just so I have a record of it.

I don't really know what to list as TWs for this one so just know, my childhood was sad and sucked before proceeding.

So this is more or less a "territory map" (unsure if that's a thing, not stopping to check) of the house I lived in during my middle school years. We moved in the summer before I started 6th grade so I was 11 when I lived with just my mom and stepdad for the first time.

We had just moved out of the house we shared with my stepsister which had included her abusive boyfriend and her three young children. Before that, I was living in my grandmother's house with my aunt, her husband and son, and my mother. My cousin had started getting involved with a bad crowd and getting in trouble and my mom had been dating my stepdad for a couple years before we moved with his family so it didn't seem that weird that we kept moving, albeit very suddenly. Now, for the first time, it was just the three of us.

The first thing to note about this "house" was that it felt like little more than a shoebox, let alone a single-family home. The inside had enough space for us to live modestly, but it looked as if the neighbors had a two-car garage and tacked on a couple extra rooms and plumbing to qualify as a rentable house. I'm not sure if that was ever really the case but it just seemed really awkward in its construction. this was amplified by the fact that most of the space available was immediately used up by my mom's junk.

All those red X's represent the space my mom took over. I didn't fully mark where there was furniture but the living room was mostly her stuff. The two back rooms that are also full of red were supposed to be the bedrooms. Now, I say "supposed to be" because my room was never livable and my parent's room was designed in a bizarre fashion even without all the junk in it. There was a wall on the left side of the door going in that I guess offered some privacy to my parents as the bed was on the other side of it, but this strip of the room was the only part they utilized. They slept on an air mattress on the floor in front of a mini fridge that held up their TV and the "nightstand" was a beige folding chair next to the bed.

The blue stripes were the places I spent the most time. The grey box on the far right of the living room was my futon. I had already been spending most of my time on or around it since we moved in with my stepsister, but puberty-age kids need more privacy than that and I wouldn't know it for a long time. There's a small box of blue in my room, which was always referred to as my room despite me only using it to get dressed for school, play some of my video games (I could only fit my Gamecube), or "think about what I've done" when my mom decided she needed to send me somewhere for punishment. Since the only things I had access to in this room were the TV and closet, I either played my games or locked myself even further away from her to write in my diary. You'll also notice a room on the far left that's both yellow and blue.

The yellow dots are for the shared spaces which are the bathroom and kitchen. The kitchen was directly attached and exposed to the living room so even when my mom was cooking, cleaning, or doing laundry (whenever she actually did those things) I couldn't stay out of her line of sight unless I was in my room with the door closed. The bathroom was a considerably safer space for me than my room or bed because it was the only place I felt I could lock myself in and usually not be bothered. That was until I started obsessing over being in the bathroom for upwards of an hour, just to avoid being on the other side of it. Everything I did in there took way longer than needed because once the door was locked behind me, I didn't want to come out.

At a glance, I can look at this and see just how little room I was given, and it literally stunted my emotional growth. I struggled a lot during these years and it only got harder until I moved away from my parents at 20.

#traumacore #vent art #trauma #child abuse

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jbreenr · 3 years

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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Wheel results (just attaching evidence):

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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have.

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request.

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were.

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence.

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse.

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. ��But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen.

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone.

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through.

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen…

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to.

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing.

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours.

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss.

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then.

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him.

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud.

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears.

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention.

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer.

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.

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blackwidow-bby · 3 years

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Positions - Marvel Ladies x Fem!Sub!Reader

Summary: You're a sex worker and you've been hired by a new client for a "group activity".

genre: smut(18+)

pairings: Maria Hill x fem!reader, Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader, Carol Danvers x fem!reader, Yelena Belova x fem!reader

warnings: D/S dynamics, face slapping, spanking, strap on use, degradation, orgy, big ole lesbian train, oral, throat f*cking, name calling, degradation, thigh riding, fingering

AN: I am...well not a pro at writing dirty things especially not with multiple people but I hope you all enjoy regardless!

I don't own any marvel characters!!

Your assistant had just called you into her room. Your week had been slow but fruitful. Normally, it would be a regular client for the month, nothing to sweat over. Your thoughts started to run over who it could be. Maybe Mr. Dean, he usually calls on a Friday but you could've sworn you saw him two weeks ago. That didn't leave a lot of your regulars left to be requesting you as you knew their schedules like the back of your hand.

As if she could read your mind upon entering her space, she spoke, "Y/N, you have a call for a new client. Something about a friend requesting your services? The only thing is..." She hesitated almost thinking if she should tell you the rest of the details before she proceeded. "Well, it's for a group. You don't have to take up the offer if you're uncomfortable with that. I can call her back and let her know you declined."

To tell the truth, the thought of it being a group of strangers did make you uncomfortable, but your assistant wouldn't put you into a situation without going through the proper protocols first. She knew a head count of how many, roughly where they all worked, and several phone numbers. It always helped to be extra safe in these situations where you could be overpowered.

"Who inquired?" you asked interestedly. "She goes by N.R., gave me a headcount of all of her friends that would be attending. There's not going to be any men there, but I guess 'more power in numbers' is still 'more power in numbers'." In all honesty, women gave you way less shit about certain things than men did. Hopefully they'd be way more understanding if you didn't want to do specific activities.

"Call her back and tell her I'll take the offer. Do you know how much she's paying?" Your assistant slid a little sticky note over to you as she dialed the number of one 'N.R.'. You swear you almost choked when you saw how much she offered for you. That was a lot of zeros compared to usual. You walked away to get a water from the mini-fridge while you vaguely listened in to your assistant's phone conversation.

Good.

Perfect.

Okay, I'll tell her to meet you there at 6:30.

Extra clothes, yes ma'am. Have a nice day.

"Hey Y/N, I've written down the address, floor, and room number. It's uh...a really high end hotel in New York City. She also said to bring an extra change of--" you interrupted her, "Extra clothes? I overheard." you started wondering what for? Dinner? Go out? "Uhm, yes, she said extra comfy clothes." Comfy? Was she expecting you to spend the night? You looked down at your watch to see how much time you had to get ready. 2 hours. It wasn't enough but you could make it work. "Alright then, I should go freshen up."

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An hour and a half later had found you briskly walking toward the extremely tall and very expensive looking hotel in the Upper East Side. You lived in Queens and while the distance wasn't very far, paired with the traffic, the feeling of unsettlement about being late to such a client was enough to make you almost hurl.

You made your way inside the lobby, barely looking at your surroundings. You wanted to get up to the room as quickly as possible without being noticed. "Excuse me," Could you ever be so lucky? "Are you here for Ms. Romanoff?" Who? That must be your clients last name. "She said she was expecting a guest soon." The lady was being extra kind to you, she had an inviting smile. You almost wanted to never lie to her. "Yes, I'm here to see Ms. Romanoff." you replied quietly. It felt like your voice would echo too hard around the warmly lit lobby. You thought it would break you to hear your own voice shrill around such a pristine room.

"Very well, I'll show you to her room." Your nerves began to spike more the higher up you went. It was as if every floor number on the elevator was the level of anxiety you started to feel. Your palms were sweating and you could've sworn your back was too. The lady just kept her eyes forward with a meek little smile. It took every fiber of your body to not explode your feelings all over that elevator.

Ding

The elevator stopped, of course she was in a penthouse suite. You rolled your eyes as how predictable this situation was playing out. The kind lady, who's name you definitely forgot to get, remained in the elevator as you walked out. "There's a number for room service if you ladies need anything." She sung out. "Thank you."

The walk to her door seemed to never end. Your feet were dragging like gravity was doing everything in its power to keep them on the ground. The air was getting hotter as time slowed in the short distance it took to reach her door. You rang the little buzzer and a melodic voice called beyond the frame.

"Coming!"

You could hear the light patter of a single set of feet. The knob then turned and revealed a stunning short redhead with bright eyes. You were certainly gawking at the sight of her but there was nothing you could do to pull your own attention away. She had a smirk on her face when she saw you staring but not saying anything. "You must be Y/N, it's very nice to meet you. Come in and lets get you introduced to everyone."

She reached out her hand to you and you took it gently. her palms were much colder than yours and her fingers were long and slender. her hair was shoulder length and fire-y. The room was massive, and clean. She had all of the blinds closed to keep any natural light and eyes from entering the den. Scanning the room some more you noticed a couple items around the room. Non-traditional furniture. It was going to be one of those events. There were also four other heads aside from the host's. She turned around once reaching the main room and faced you. "My name is Natasha, over there is Wanda," another read-head standing behind everyone else with a glass of wine in her hands, she lightly nodded, "...that is Carol in the middle," a blonde woman with a bright and bubbly smile. She seemed taller than the rest but she was also sitting down on a piece of equipment that will no doubt be used in a different way by you. Natasha gestured to a brunette, "...this is Maria," another tall and slender woman, didn't offer a smile but a simple wave to your direction. You were scared of her the most. "...and this is Yelena." A second blonde who's face was much more stoic than Maria's. You take it back, she scared you the most.

Natasha's hand unhooked from yours and made its way up your back to settle on the back of your neck. The pads of her fingers added slight pressure to the muscles there as if she could feel all of your tension in waves. You felt her lean in closer, her hot breath fanning your ear. "There's a bathroom in the hall to the right. I got a cute little outfit waiting for you." You could feel her soft lips smiling against the curve of your ear. the feeling made you shiver. You managed to follow her eyes and swiftly walk to the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You looked around and found the outfit in question. It was sleek all black leather body suit with a halter neck. You lifted it up in your hands and rubbed the material under your fingers. Next to it sat a bottle of lubricant no doubt to get the body suit on. You got to work shedding the current clothes you had on and began to slide on the little leather number. It wasn't too tight but certainly snug against your frame. The only thing out of the ordinary besides the material was, you noticed, a tiny little zipper in between your legs. If unzipped would reveal your very private essence. The thought made you blush a little to yourself. After cleaning up, you made your way back to the room where the women had sat prior.

Since you calmed down a little, you took the opportunity to fully take in your surroundings. The hall was adorned in art more than likely as expensive as this room. Everything seemed darker than when you arrived. To your surprise when you entered the living room area, the room lighting was red as opposed to the normal LED lighting.

Natasha held her hand out to you again for you to take. You obliged her and she pulled you close into her side. Natasha's deft fingers traveled up and down your ribs before finding purchase on your backside. "You look like the most delicious treat. None of us can wait to eat you. Would you like a drink before we start?"

The other women started moving closer almost circling you like sharks. "Yes please." Natasha poured you a glass as she went on, "We should go over some rules before we start. If at any point you feel overwhelmed, anxious, or hurt, the safe word is 'Heart'. We all stop what we're doing and will help you. If at any point you are gagged, two taps to the closest person will get all of us to cease as well. Because of those rules you will not be bound and gagged simultaneously...at least not this session." She ends her rules with a wink toward you. All of these women truly were stunning and it piqued your interest to know what they could possibly be capable of.

Wanda came closest to you first, she pulled the wine glass away from your lips and replaced it with her own lips. Holding your hand with the glass close to her chest and cupping your cheek with the other. Her lips were sinfully soft as was her kiss. She felt delicate and gentle against you, she almost seemed to not match any of this situation. Natasha took your wine glass away while you continued to make out with Wanda, who let her hands roam lower down your body. Your own hands moved behind her neck. Another set of arms wrapped around you from behind. "You're such a pretty kitten." They nibbled on your ear making you separate from Wanda to see who it was. Carol smiled down at you and found the very lips that left Wanda. You moaned into her mouth at feeling how she controlled and dominated the kiss, very different from Wanda's passion. Wanda moved down to kissing your neck and shoulder.

You could hear other giggles in the back. Natasha kept her eyes trained on you as Yelena and Maria began to touch each other in the mean time waiting for you. After a few minutes of watching her friends have all of the fun, Natasha made her way over to you, Carol, and Wanda. She pulled the other red-head back by her locks and pressed her lips to hers in a searing kiss. You heard Wanda moan out into the other woman's mouth next to you causing you to release your own into Carol. This made the blonde swiftly lift you up and wrap your legs around her waist. She brought you over to a nearby bench and kissed you harder. All of the sounds you were making began to rile her up.

"I'm not sure which one of us is more excited to have you here, pretty girl. All I know is I can't wait to ruin that pretty pussy of yours." You moaned at her words and yanked her back down into another kiss. Her words went straight to your core igniting a fire that had been waiting to burn. You made a mental note to find whoever recommended you to these ladies and thank them heavenly. Carol sunk her hips between your legs and began grinding against you seeking the friction she wanted so badly.

Even though the leather was a new material to you, you could still feel the faux member that rested in her pants; Carol was packing. This caused you to move your hands down to her pants to tear the buttons away. The tall blonde grabbed your hands and smirked, "Allow me." She stood to her full height and slowly removed the black jeans she was wearing and revealed her long, girthy strap she had been hiding. Your eyes widened which made Carol giggle. She sunk to her knees where she seductively pulled the zipper on your suit down. She held your eye contact until you saw them shift to behind you. Natasha and Wanda had pulled away long enough to see what Carol was doing and decided to join again. The two red-heads began to undress themselves where Natasha also sported a rather large strap but not Wanda.

In your distraction upon noticing the other women join in, Carol took to opportunity to shove he face into your pussy. You moaned out loud at the contact. Her tongue quickly lapping at your clit and sinking lower to curl inside you. Her ministrations were making you squirm on the bench. She reached up to hold your hips down. "Stay still kitten. Gotta get you ready for our cocks." Eating you out was an art to her. Every move she made, made you more and more wet. Natasha slid her fingers into your open mouth. You sucked on them harshly slipping your own tongue in-between her fingers and coating them in your saliva. Nat removed her fingers and started to rub them between Wanda's folds.

"Eat her out for me, malysh." Natasha requested. You looked up at Wanda as she slowly lowered herself over your wanting mouth. Your head went fuzzy upon seeing all of the quiet red-head's intimacy. Your tongue immediately poked out to welcome her to you. She let out a soft moan and slowly began to grind herself against your mouth. Carol was growing impatient watching you eat out the other woman and feeling you grow more aroused in her mouth. The blonde stood to position the tip at your entrance rubbing the head up and down your slit before she slammed her length in all at once. You yelped against Wanda's soaked cunt sending vibrations straight to her clit.

The whole scene was turning Natasha on more and more so she began stroking her own member, hoping to find some friction. The other two women walked over to join the rest of the group partially feeling left out. Carol continued to slam into you at a rather fast and rough pace. The tip of her strap hitting that blissful spot inside of you with every thrust. All of your moans and whines brought Wanda closer to her orgasm. She came hard in your mouth before she got up and was replaced by Natasha's own cock.

"Suck kotenok. Mommy's getting restless." Carol did not stop chasing not only her own high but yours. You could hear her grunting from below you. All of this attention was turning you on more than you think you've ever been in your life. Even though one hand wrapped around Natasha's strap and the other gripped Carol's wrist on your hips, you were finding it hard to keep blowing Nat. Carol moved her other hand down to your clit. "You better cum for me you little slut."

And you did; hard.

Carol continued her pace and upon watching you come undone, did so herself. Three quick thrusts and she was spent. She released the most guttural moan before her body was replaced by another blonde. Yelena had this look in her eyes like she wanted to make you pay for every wrong you never committed. She removed her clothing and sat right on your bent leg. At this point Natasha was fucking your mouth deeper and deeper. Needing to ground yourself you wrapped your hands around her thighs. Yelena began to rub herself against your thigh. You could feel how wet and warm she was, her hand sliding up and down your slit collecting your cum to rub your clit in tight circles. Your whines didn't stop especially when you were already beginning to feel another orgasm approaching. Yelena slipped her fingers inside you, finding your g-spot with accuracy. With every thrust of her fingers she hit that same spot over and over. tears started to run down your face with the feeling of Natasha in your mouth and Yelena in your core. Natasha gave one last thrust before she pulled out.

Maria shoved three of her fingers to the back of your throat. She giggled when you gagged around them. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at being finger fucked by the two women. "You're not allowed to cum before I do, else Natty here give you a nice punishment while I ride your face." Yelena only made the threat to turn you on more, but part of you was hoping it was true. It was hard, Yelena knew exactly what she was doing with her fingers but you could feel her slick slide down the sides of your thigh. God you hope she was close because you certainly were. Maria replaced her fingers with her lips and she kissed you hard sliding her tongue along yours. The brunette smiled against your lips when she felt your whimpers in her mouth. Yelena just kept slamming her fingers harder inside of you and rubbing herself quicker. Her breaths got faster and more shallow and as she came, a couple seconds later so did you. Your body shook with the most intense tremors, but Yelena couldn't fault you. She did cum before you, and something about it being in close tandem with hers turned her on a lot more than she would admit. You let out a soft whine when the coolness of the air hit your soaked thigh.

Maria left your mouth and moved between your legs. She put one leg over your left and the other under your right and brought your centers together. "You're a pretty little slut. I want to ruin you so bad." Maria started out ruthless. Her grinding was fast and hard as if she had been waiting to cum for weeks. You felt her in her entirety sliding against your own. The feeling started to overwhelm you. Carol took your face in her hand and rubbed her thumb along your bottom lip. "Open up you little slut."

You obeyed her and opened your mouth sticking your tongue out. At this point you were a blubbering mess and all the ladies were loving it. Carol spit into your mouth before shoving her cock in. "I saw you taking Nat like a pro, so I know you can take me." At least her pace wasn't rough but it certainly was quick. Your gags around Carol was making Maria closer to her release. She leaned forward to angle herself differently against you and put her hand around her throat. She could practically feel Carol's cock fucking your face. Sweat was running down your forehead and your hair clung to every part of your body it could touch. You were close to being spent and you never looked more beautiful this way. Maria's hand tightened, her grunts were heavy. "Such a good little fuck toy. I'm so close baby." You didn't think it was possible for Maria to go any harder but she did. She came with a loud cry and slowed her hips down to ride out her orgasm. You felt her wetness mix with yours. Maria's hand stayed for a couple more minutes, entranced by feeling Carol deep in your throat. The tall blonde slapped your face a couple times before she pulled out. You were too busy catching your breath, you didn't see Natasha move by your feet. She lifted you up and turned you over on your stomach with your legs and arms hanging off the bench. Just when you were hoping it was over, you forgot that Natasha never officially had her turn with you. She rested her strap on your lower back as she ran her cool hands in an attempt to soothe your burning skin. Almost mocking you for being the one to give you the final blow. Wanda walked up to you again. She ran her soft fingers in your hair and moved the stuck strands out of your face. Your breathing was heavy and your body was trembling. Wanda's fingers moved down to cup your jaw and she lifted your head. Tapping the side with her pointer finger, you got the silent request to open your mouth for her. In unison, as Wanda brought her cunt to your mouth, Natasha slid her strap inside you completely bottoming out. Nothing but incoherent noises left your mouth at being filled so sinfully. Wanda gripped your jaw harder as she rubbed her intimacy against your mouth for a second time. You lazily kept your tongue out to try your best to accommodate Wanda's wanting. Natasha on the other hand, had been waiting very patiently for her time and now that she got it she was going to make the best of it. She grabbed your hands in her own and pulled them behind your back to make it easier for her to pound deep into your cunt. When you felt her hit somehow deeper your eyes rolled back. Wanda picked up her pace just as Natasha did, both red-heads moving in perfect synch at opposite ends of your being. A jolt of paint hit your right asscheek igniting a new spark and effectively waking you up even if only for a minute. With every thrust administered, Natasha rained a hand alternating each side of your ass. All of this was sending more and more feelings to your core. You will not be lasting long if these two kept going the way they were. You could feel Wanda fumbling, she was about to come for the second time tonight. Natasha continued to get more rough inside of you until you felt the knot inside of you burst. You came hard around Natasha groaning against Wanda's own cunt. The sight caused Wanda herself to not be able to keep her composure and she came with a scream against your tongue. You felt her pussy pulsing with her orgasm on your mouth. As soon as Wanda backed away from your face, Nat yanked your arms back harder to push herself deeper than you thought was possible. You were screaming, a sweaty broken mess, absolutely spent in this five star hotel. Every thrust pushed harder against that spongey spot inside you. You could feel another earth shattering orgasm approach hoping it would be the last. Natasha's thrusting didn't let up, she was desperate to cum. She was moaning over you with every hit. You yelled her name as you came harder than you had before that whole session. Watching you absolutely spent around her

member, Natasha came just as hard with her final thrust. She stayed inside you to ride out the rest of her high before she carefully pulled out. Looking down she could see wetness all over the bench and her legs. Nat smiled to herself at being the one to make you squirt everywhere like a silent victory. Allowing you to lay and collect your bearings, the red-head began to clean up the room.

There wasn't much you could make out in your state, but you could partially hear Natasha thanking all of the women for coming over before hearing the door open and close through the ringing in your ears. Your were shaking, your whole body felt blissfully weak. The red-head padded over softly to your spent and soaked body and picked you up carefully to place you in her arms bridal style. Your mind was in a war with yourself between wanting just a little bit more or to just go to sleep. You couldn't even open your eyes at this point.

Natasha had brought you to the bathroom to help you clean up and as she moved about, she kept you in her arms. She made sure to hold you as she turned on the faucet and sit on the edge of the tub. As the water filled the tub, Nat moved between rubbing your back and gently caressing your cheek. Once the tub was filled up enough for the both of you, she picked you up again and cautiously lowered the both of you into the hot relaxing water. You couldn't do anything but mumble and cursed yourself for the state you were in even though it wasn't your fault. You desperately wanted to think your gracious host for a life changing night but nothing could come out. Natasha shushed you sweetly. Her time wasn't done until you were well taken care of in her company.

You don't know how long you were in the bathroom, hell you don't even know when you fell asleep as Natasha washed the night away from both of your bodies. Clearly still in no position to be able to make it back to your home, the red-head dried both of you off and brought you to the large bedroom. You had come back into partial consciousness long enough to feel the soft sheets and the plush comforter of this heavenly bed you were being gifted to rest on.

Natasha lowered you down and climbed on the other side before pulling you into her. She lifted your head to lay on her chest so she could easily hold you and play with your hair. She stayed awake until she heard your breathing even out again, signaling that you had fallen asleep again since the bath. She placed a soft kiss to your hairline before succumbing to sleep herself with a blissed smile on her face.

She'd definitely be requesting you again.

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AN: Not sure how I feel about this but yeah this is my wack attempt at something extra dirty.

#natasha romanoff x reader #maria hill x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #Carol danvers x reader #yelena belova x reader #reader insert #my fic #multi character x reader #fem!reader insert

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Demigod MC Series: Dionysus

Hey y’all, sorry for going dark! I’m alright, almost completely recovered in fact! I just got so sleepy while my body was fighting stuff off and couldn’t really work up the energy to write... Still going to be spotty for a short time, but I’m glad to have gotten this done. See ya soon!

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus

Lucifer

Well, this mortal stumbled out of the portal covered in glitter, body paint, and carrying a red solo cup… which they proceeded to stare at like, "'ell sshhit… Thiz iz sum stron s'uff…"

First impressions were not on their side here.

He spent a depressingly long amount of time more or less assuming that the MC was a drunken f-up and spent the first few months trying to make them more… presentable.

But like… How do you stop someone from acting like a drunk fool when they can turn any drink they touch alcoholic???

For months they would show up to meetings buzzed or stumbling, all smiles and all giggles but HORRIBLY unprofessional, and he just couldn't stand it!

But then he found out their little secret…

Assassination threats befall the exchange students all the time. Most of them are dealt with quickly but some (through skill or dumb luck) manage to slip through...

He had been walking with the MC through their new vineyard in the House's courtyard, yet again trying to lecture them about their drunken behavior, when suddenly the two were ambushed!

Ten or so heavily armored demons dropped down from the sky to attack them! Lucifer was so preoccupied that he got cornered by three of them and it took him a hot minute to destroy them.

When he looked back at the mortal (who had been fighting a 1-on-7) he was certain they'd have been kidnapped or worse…

But he saw that they had already cut down two attackers with their weapon with ease. The other five were rolling in the dirt, babbling about inexplicable terrors and imaginary pain as their minds succumbed to madness…

Meanwhile, the MC just stood in the middle of it all with the icy glare of someone who’s just revealed how stone-cold sober they've always been under the surface...

When they turned back to him, they put their usual ditzy smile back on over the tormented wails of the demons around them...

MC: Whoopsie… Gotta little mad there. 🙂

He uh… took a big ol'step off their back after that. Surprisingly, they're more pleasant (and less dangerous) "drunk" than they are sober…

Mammon

Oh HELL yeah!! Lucifer actually gave him a mortal that knows how to party!!

Admittedly, they looked like utter trash when they first met, like, "Hey, I've been at this party since DAWN" trash, but they gave him one good look and pulled together a surprisingly hot smile.

MC: "-ey yer cute… Ya like strip poker?"

Spoken like someone else who also makes shit decisions… They were going to get along just fine!

And they did. The MC to him was that one friend that's always down for anything. Just anything. Whenever. Wherever.

He wants to try sneaking into Lucifer's room to steal stuff? Sure, what time?

He wants to take a mattress and see if he can ride it down the grand staircase of the palace? Alright, we bringin' pillows too?

He needs to set up another scheme that's gotta involve live rats and box of tiny hats and monocles?? That's oddly specific but count them in!!

Sometimes he honestly can't tell if they're laid back or just crave chaos... but it works out fine for him either way so who cares? 🤷‍♀️

And if you think normal Mammon is a pain in the ass for Lucifer? Check out drunk Mammon. All the same urges but literally none of the (marginal) competence!!

At one point, the eldest ended up stringing both Mammon and the MC from the ceiling after they both barged into his office looking for Goldie… while he was still in there… watching them wander around aimlessly calling out for a piece of plastic like it was a missing puppy…

They end up together on the ceiling a lot come to think of it, but hey, at least now he has some company. 😌

Leviathan

Thinks they're the most normal normie to have ever normed on this normie planet!!!

No, seriously. They're a billion times worse than Asmo!! All they want to do is go to parties and drink all the time! What kind of use is he to someone like that??

… That being said they ARE pretty fun to be around… And their sake is WAY better than anything he could get off Akuzon!!

They also like karaoke too! So at least he has someone else to go with (even if they get so drunk they can’t remember any lyrics and just belt barely coherent discount Mariah Carey vocals behind him...)

Of course, the real fun between these two is everybody else getting to watch a couple of the Devildom's sloppiest drunks attempt to communicate with each other…

Levi: MMM-*hic*-MCCC…!!! *throws himself at them from across the bar*

MC: What Leviachan??? 😨 Did the chair kick you off?!

Levi: Nooo! *pokes their cheek* I wanna-I wanna tell you sometin'...! *tries pulling them closer*

MC: Whaa? Secrets?? *leans in eagerly*

Levi: Mammon used all ma money on’a pyramid scheme a thou-zand years ago… AND HE STILL WON'T PAY ME BAAA-!!! 😭😭 *starts shaking them violently*

MC: *getting flung around like a limp noodle* Waaaat?! Nooo!!! I'm so sowwy!! 😢

Mammon: *watching it all go down right next to him* 😑 Ya guys need some water… I'm cuttin' ya off, got it?

MC: 😱 Shut yer whore mouth, criminal!! *starts pelting him with pretzel bites*

Levi: 😤 Yah!! *joins in*

Good thing he's a shut-in, because the hangovers he gets after those escapades are unreal…

Satan

A little concerned for their liver, honestly… How much damage have they already done to the poor thing...?

But at the same time, he'll be damned if they don't make some utterly fantastic wine!

Alcokinesis wasn't a power he would have pegged a demigod to have but apparently the great art of making drinks comes from their godly DNA.

When they first met, he was trying to get the MC to act less slovenly but made the mistake of agreeing to a wager: he'd let them dress however they pleased if they could give him the BEST drink he'd ever tasted.

Now, Satan isn't a huge drinker (thank you terrible alcohol tolerance), but he's still a man of fine tastes. Plus, he's sampled Demonus from Diavolo royal stock before. They should not have won…

But on that day, he had to let them go to RAD in a pink blanket toga... 😑 Their wine is just THAT good.

He hates to admit it, but they've gotten him drunk more times than he could probably count too… He's not a huge fan of clubbing with them and the others, but if they bring over a bottle from their vineyard he just can't resist. They're a master of their craft, truly.

And it's a good thing he likes their drinks so much, because if they called him, "Kitty-boy," when he's sober, he may have just become a sour grape himself…

They also may or may not have copious amounts of blackmail material of him either meowing between sentences, sobbing over some fictional character he likes, pole dancing on dares….

Yeah, he's been trying to destroy their phone for months now. If Lucifer were to see ANY of that, he's done for… 😣

He has also been meaning to ask them about other aspects of their abilities, their father is also the God of Madness after all, but anytime he tries to bring it up they shove another glass in his hand and tell him not to kill the mood...

Eh. What's the harm in having another drink, right? 🤷‍♀️

Asmodeus

Honey. He's MET Dionysus. He's been to a Dio-party or two and they're INSANE. He could not be more thrilled by this!!!

He practically scooped them up on the first night that they were in the House and it’s practically been a nonstop rave between these two ever since. They’re like the party twin he never knew he needed!!

He absolutely abuses their ability to turn pretty much any drink they touch into alcohol at clubs. It makes the nights so much easier on the wallet PLUS it makes an excellent little party trick to impress the succubi! Who doesn’t want a free drink? 😏

And can he just say that their drinks are better? Just flat out amazing! If it weren’t so unhealthy he’d consider drinking nothing but their booze and wine for the rest of his days, Satan’s certainly getting close to it.

But little does Satan know, he’s not even getting the GOOD stuff...

There’s the normal wine: grapes picked from the vineyard, hand squeezed, then magically helped through the fermenting process. But their real good stuff? They were given enchanted oak barrels from their father and anything that comes out of those is worth starting a WAR over. 😩

He knows, because he gifted an extra bottle to Diavolo once and Barbs came to him the very next day demanding to know what vineyard had produced it with the look of man willing to annex a small nation...

Asmo had to beg Lucifer to talk to Diavolo after the butler more or less kidnapped the MC back to the Castle… Devil knows even Barbs wouldn’t ever be able to reproduce their wine, so they could have been locked there for eternity!!

Thankfully, he got his party-buddy back and their debauchery continued! (Just now with Barbatos following them around sometimes like he’s trying to gather state secrets... It’s an impossible task but he hasn’t given up yet, bless his black heart.)

Beelzebub

He isn't much bothered by their carefree nature, at least they seem to be having fun with his family which he appreciates. 🙂

To be honest, though, he nearly ate them when they first met because they smell like freshly peeled grapes… and for good reason.

By their third day at the House they had (somehow) planted and cultivated a full on vineyard in the courtyard. Hell, the wall growing to their bedroom balcony was covered in grapevines!! Always ripe and completely healthy in defiance of the lack of sun... Whatever magic they used was strong.

And, of course, their grapes were also delicious! Easily among the best fruits he's ever tasted! Every cluster is ridiculously plump, juicy, and sweet like little droplets of pure Heaven… 🤤

When their fruit first ripened, the MC came out with a basket to collect some only to find Beel had gouged himself on over half of their crop!!!

… which may have been why he got snared up on one of the courtyard walls by pissed off grapevines... Even with all his strength, he couldn't break through them and had to wait for Lucifer to cut him down… 😔

From then on, Beel was pretty much the pesky rabbit to the MC's harvest. They had to set up traps and magical barriers to keep him from their precious grapes…!! Which inevitably meant one of his brothers had to come rescue him from their furious vines at least once a week... 🙄

SOMETIMES, the MC will bring him along to help harvest with them with the deal that he can have an extra basket for however many he helps them pick. But the second he takes a bite he shouldn't, it’s back on the wall!

Out of the vineyard, they're nice enough. But put some grapes between these two and they're mortal enemies… STOP messing with their plants, Beel!! 😤

Belphegor

So… this drunken fool is supposed to get him out of the attic? Never mind, this is never going to work…

He was SEVERELY underwhelmed when the "human" finally made it up the steps. This was who they decided to bring for their exchange program? They seemed like they could barely stand!

Naturally, he figured all the better for him. They probably wouldn't even last that long!

Some poor, incompetent human falling victim to a demon out there? Diavolo's reputation would in tatters and he wouldn't even have to lift a finger! (His favorite way of doing things really 😌).

But… they just kept coming back? Like. Nothing was killing them….! How guarded were they keeping this moron??

Or… maybe it was something else?

Sure, the MC seemed like a drunken idiot but there were times when he'd swear that they were just… too aware to be sloshed…

MC: *suddenly stops smiling at him mid-conversation and looks him in the eye* You tilt your head when you lie. You know that?

How can someone so cheerful ALSO be so unnerving…?

So really, he should have seen their sudden heel-turn after they opened the door coming. There he was, fully intending to take them by surprise and choke them after a hug…

...and they knocked him down, climbed onto his back like a spider monkey, and rode him around like a bucking bull using his horns like handlebars!!

It wouldn’t have been AS humiliating if they didn’t also keep shouting things like "Giddiyap!" And "Yee-haw!!"

It took him a whole month to be sure that any and all footage of that nightmare was erased and he STILL hates the MC quite a bit for it…. But he's too scared to attack them now, so…

The lesson here? It's not a fair fight when one side’s crazy... 😔😒

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me demigods

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