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MC’s Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar

(Part 3! Starring Mini Mammon and Mini Asmo!)

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Underground Tomb special Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Part 4

MC names:

Lucifer’s kid=L!MC | Mammon’s kid=M!MC | Asmo’s kid=A!MC

Why did bad things happen to good people? Well... Lucifer being a good person is up to interpretation. He hadn’t done anything too heinous recently, his instruments of torture were collecting dust for goodness sake! So why oh why was he staring down two half demon children who looked suspiciously like two of his brothers?

The first kid to step forward was Mammon’s without a doubt, but their general demeanour was very different from their father’s. Perhaps their other parent had done a good job-

“What the fuck was that?!”

Never mind. The kid had Mammon’s pottymouth.

The other child surveyed the scene with a nervousness that their suspected parent never possessed. The kid’s gaze fell on Lucifer, their eyes began to glow ever so slightly. “Uh-um...” the kid cleared their throat. “Someone explain what’s going on!”

Was this child seriously trying to use manipulation powers on Lucifer? He almost laughed at the mere idea of someone trying. The child didn’t even seem to be aware that they were doing it. When their question was met with blank stares, they instantly shrank back and practically hid behind the first half demon. Despite the severe self-esteem difference, this kid was Asmodeus’.

Lucifer’s own child cleared their throat and smiled. “Welcome to the Devildom!”

The Uncle That Looks Like he Has his Shit Together but he Leaves the Reunion Drunk off his Rocker (Lucifer)

Ah shit here we go again-

Okay- okay. Normally he’d scold L!MC for taking Diavolo’s line, but Dia had recovered from his shock and was now gushing over the new exchange students like an excited puppy.

“Okay... L!MC you’re going to need to share your room.”

“What?! Why?!”

“Unless Belphie is willing to give up the attic as a nap spot-”

“OVER MY DEAD BODY!”

“You’re sharing your room.”

RAD was buzzing with gossip for the entire first month of the second attempt at the exchange program. The threats of being eaten were once again stamped out very quickly.

(Special thanks to L!MC for being a good bodyguard)

Now, Lucifer didn’t exactly know what to expect when it came to the child of his favourite brother. Mammon was a dumbass, but this kid... this kid...

Was smart.

For the first time in Lucifer’s very long life he felt compelled to place someone in a higher echelon than himself.

Mammon’s child managed to successfully budget that dumpster fire of a house. On the first fucking day. Not only that. This kid managed to skim FIVE THOUSAND GRIMM OFF THE TOP AND THE BUDGET STILL WORKED! WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT-

Lucifer and Mammon thanked whatever spirit was watching over them because they truly believed their financial woes were over.

Shame that M!MC also spent their money on dumb stuff they didn’t need. Like father like child.

It’s no secret that Lucifer does have a bit of a soft spot for Asmo, I mean, who doesn’t love Asmo? But A!MC was a blessing sent right from the Celestial Realm.

They were just... too sweet. Way too sweet. Lucifer was actively getting cavities just being near them.

Anyone who bothered A!MC and M!MC during the first month ended up getting... uh... suspended.

(We can assume the threat of suspension would have extended to those who bothered L!MC but all the lesser demons were already terrified of them.)

Normally when Lucifer called someone into his study it was to lecture them for at least four hours and then send them to their rooms, but he was having quite the difficult time actually being upset with M!MC and A!MC.

A!MC looked close to tears and M!MC just stared right back at Lucifer with little to no fear in their eyes.

“Starting a fight during the first week of school is not how I expected the exchange students to behave.” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, and prepared to continue the lecture, when he heard a sniffle. There wasn’t enough Demonus in the entire Devildom...

“I-I’m s—sorry...” A!MC sniffled, quickly wiping at their eyes. “Th-they were being r-really scary and we did-didn’t know what else to do...”

“So you threw them out of a window?”

“I threw them out of the window.” M!MC huffed. “They were bein’ a dick.”

“So you threw them out of a window?”

“That um...” A!MC mumbled. “That’s not all... I may have... told them to stick their head in a toilet first...”

“You made them stick their head in a toilet,” Lucifer turned to M!MC. “And then you threw them out of a window?”

“Yes.” M!MC and A!MC replied. Lucifer downed the rest of his glass of Demonus and debated whether or not it would be a show of weakness to slam his forehead into the desk in front of the children.

Lucifer looked between the two for a moment, then shook his head and sighed. “It’s my job to deal with threats to the exchange students, not yours.” Lucifer stood in front of the two, he rested his hands on their heads and gave them a quick pat, before knocking their heads together. “Next time someone bothers you, tell me. If I hear even a whisper of you two getting into another fight, I’m hanging you from the ceiling. Is that clear?”

A!MC and M!MC looked at each other, then back at Lucifer and nodded. “Yes sir!”

“Good.” Lucifer removed his hand from their heads. “Now shoo.”

Flying lessons for the two of them went way quicker than it did for L!MC, mainly because L!MC was a way better teacher.

As much as Lucifer loved his newly found niblings, he couldn’t show it too much. Outward softness was reserved for L!MC and L!MC only. M!MC and A!MC were stuck with silent acts of affection.

Every once and a while a little present or two would end up in M!MC or A!MC’s possession. Some ice cream money for M!MC when they blew their part of the budget on fancy sunglasses, a multiplayer video game that the three half-demons could play together, new shoes when A!MC accidentally ruined their’s...

He’s a good uncle. A scary uncle. But a good uncle. ^_^

(Don’t tell him I said that, I’m still in trouble for advertising Mammon’s escape Go Fund Me and I don’t want to have to write the rest of this HC hanging upside down.)

He’s Not Like the Other Dads, he’s a Cool Dad! (Mammon)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (Fear)

He’s a dad?! HE’S TO YOUNG TO BE A DAD! Hang on- he’s over five thousand years old...

Oh would you look at that! His kid pulled out a calculator.

...his annual income? Uh... why do you- HEY! WHAT’S WITH THAT FACE?!

M!MC puffed out their cheek as they continued to add the ever growing list of numbers into the calculator. Mammon was trying to get a peak at what they were calculating. M!MC suddenly looked up and practically lit up the room with their smile. Aw, their fangs were growing in!

They had a devilishly charming smile, just like their pop! A real chip off the old block! It almost brought a tear to Mammon’s eye and he actually felt compelled to give this kid all the money he had on him. Maybe even his Rolex too!

“Mammon, Avatar of Greed,” M!MC said sweetly. “My... dad.”

“Yep! That’s uh... that’s me!” Mammon awkwardly ruffled his kid’s hair, the kid laughed good naturedly.

M!MC’s sweet as honey smile flipped from elated to malicious in a manner of nanoseconds. “You owe over thirteen years of child support. Dad.”

Everyone say thank you to Lucifer and Diavolo for getting M!MC to compromise and not try and sue their father.

If you thought Mammon spoiled L!MC you’ve got another thing coming. Mammon’s wallet never stood a chance against his kid.

Poor Goldie, press F to pay respects.

Mammon also tried to teach A!MC and M!MC to drive, M!MC has no regard for their safety, the safety of others, or the laws of the road, buuuuuuuut they manage to get the car back with no dents and no property damage bills are being delivered to the house sooooo...

A!MC can drive fine... it’s just that they adhere to literally every law known to demonkind, which means neither Mammon or Asmo are allowed to open up the sunroof and do that movie thing where they pop their heads out and yell something. ITS NOT SAFE!

Our beloved dummy also tried to teach his kid how to play poker, with... limited success.

“Aw, come on kiddo.” Mammon smirked, flicking his kid on the nose. “Your poker face is awful, I can also see your cards from here.”

M!MC growled and held their cards closer to their face. “My poker face is fine!” It was in fact, not fine.

Mammon scratched his head and thought for a moment. Was he sure that this kid was his? I mean, they weren’t good at poker, had terrible luck in blackjack and roulette, and could barely understand the rules of craps. Craps! While he was lamenting the loss of possible gambling winnings, an idea hit Mammon at a thousand miles an hour.

“Hey kid, you’re damn good at math like your great and amazin’ father, have you ever thought about learnin’ how to count cards?”

Fancy outfits on, hair done (sorta), car ready, the two were off to the casino after quite the intense training montage. It appeared that casinos in the Devildom allowed children inside... Diavolo should really fix that.

“Okay M!MC, you remember what to do, right?”

“Yes. Remember the signal, and if someone catches on, deny deny deny.”

Mammon gave his kid a slap on the back. “Damn straight! You got this, bud.”

As the night dragged on, M!MC and Mammon had made their weight in money, paper money, they had made a SHIT ton is what I’m saying. Tragically, neither the Avatar of Greed or his child had any sense to leave before their luck crashed like the Stock Market in 1929.

They were both Icarus, and they were playing chicken with the sun... and by 3 am they were also playing chicken with security.

“GO GO GO!” Mammon shouted as he and M!MC sprinted towards the car, the night’s winnings in hand.

“I think I lost a shoe!” M!MC gasped as they scrambled into the car, security on their heels.

“I’ll buy you new shoes JUST PUT ON YOUR SEATBELT!”

Re-enacting every Fast and the Furious movie in twenty minutes was how that lovely night of father/child bonding should have ended... until they got home and realized they were locked out.

“The window to my room!” M!MC whispered, pointing up at their window. “It’s usually unlocked, we can climb up to get to it.”

“Good idea!”

M!MC tucked the bag full of their precious money under their arm and began the climb to their window, their father close behind. They had almost made it, they were so close, M!MC could literally touch the window-

The window swung open and the smiling faces of L!MC and A!MC greeted them.

“Oh my, it looks like we have some delinquents breaking curfew~.” L!MC cooed, resting their head on their hand.

“You shouldn’t be gambling this late! A-and your accessories don’t match!” A!MC huffed.

“Oi! L!MC, A!MC! What are ya doin’ up this late! It’s not good for ya!” Mammon whisper-yelled.

“My sleep schedule should be the least of your concerns right now, right A!MC?” L!MC elbowed A!MC, who nodded enthusiastically.

“Yep! Those who break curfew are hung from the ceiling by their toes.” A!MC shuddered.

M!MC rolled their eyes and stuck out their hand. “Come on L!MC! Let us in! You should listen to your older cousin!”

Upon hearing M!MC pull the older cousin card L!MC smiled deviously, grabbing both of M!MC’s hands. “Of course, dear cousin.” They leaned in. “Long live the king!”

L!MC shoved M!MC downward, Mammon caught them, but lost his own grip and they both lost hold of the money, which fell out of the bag and onto the ground like snow. Paper snow...

Oh well, at least Mammon and M!MC landed in some of the bushes...

“Ya know,” Mammon said as the money fell around them. “I’ve had dreams where this has happened.”

“Wow,” M!MC smiled. “Me too!”

Yep. This was his kid alright.

Not all his father/kid time revolved around money, it also revolved around both of them trying to avoid horror movie night without making it look like they were chickening out.

“Okay, I’ll fake a medical emergency!”

“Kid, no! They’ll never believe that!”

Since A!MC had their father’s eye for fashion and none of the judgemental comments, the kid became Mammon’s unofficial style coach.

“U-um... I hate to say it but those shoes don’t match with the rest of the outfit, the silhouette is confusing...”

“What’re ya talkin’ about? I look fantastic!”

“Are you blind? You look like a thrift store threw up on you.”

“Who invited you, Asmo?!”

“I’m here to support A!MC! You’re doing great by the way, sweetie!”

He may have cried a little when M!MC was able to fly without help... sniffle... they grow up so fast...

Oh- oh fuck they both crashed into the tree-

Oh My God he Actually Showed Up?! (Levi)

That... that couldn’t be real life! A shut-in’s worst nightmare! More people he needed to talk to!

Considering Mammon and Asmo’s track record with taking care of his things, Levi was incredibly hesitant to invite the two to binge anime with him and L!MC.

It seemed that the two normies inherited their fathers’s level of respect for closed doors. What I’m saying is the two crashed anime night.

“I have never seen such bullshit before.”

M!MC’s hands were stuffed in about five pairs of socks each, effectively turning their hands into useless nubs.

“You be quiet! This is to make sure that you don’t take any of my things and try and sell them on Akuzon!” Levi hissed, turning back to make sure his figurines were safe from the mini Mammon. A!MC was standing awkwardly next to L!MC, who was sitting in Levi’s gaming chair reading manga.

“So what are we going to watch..?” A!MC piped up. “I haven’t really watched much anime but I did watch Digimon...”

“I was more of a Beyblade kid.” M!MC hit their sock-stumps together to make a thumping noise.

Levi looked like he was ready to have a stroke. “L-listen! Those are gateway anime! You two need to watch proper anime! Non-dubbed anime!”

A!MC let out a shriek and stared at their reflection in a very shiny looking gundam figurine. “Have I been wearing off colour lip gloss the entire day?! O-oh no... I’m a mess!”

Levi let out a strangled wail and snatched the gundam out of A!MC’s hands. “D-don’t touch that! It’s worth more than a house!”

“It is?!” M!MC perked up and tried to wrestle their way out of their sock-gloves.

“Don’t make me stick you in a straight jacket...” Levi growled. He turned to L!MC with a pleading look on his face. “Please make them stop...”

L!MC grinned deviously and closed their book. “Of course I’ll help you, if we watch season two of The Promised Neverland.”

Levi shrieked and nearly pulled out his hair then and there. “It’s manga divergent! MANGA DIVERGENT! THEY SKIPPED SO MANY ARCS!”

M!MC and A!MC continued to wreak both purposeful and accidental havoc on Levi’s room, he was just about ready to summon Lotan then and there when L!MC shrugged.

“The ball’s in your court, Levi.” L!MC leaned back in the chair and resumed reading their manga.

Levi’s willpower shattered the moment he heard something fall off one of his cabinets. “WE CAN WATCH WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST MAKE THEM STOOOOOP!”

Quick as a flash, L!MC was out of the chair and had both M!MC and A!MC by the ears.

“HEY!” L!MC growled. “STOP ACTING LIKE IDIOTS OR SO HELP ME GRANDFATHER YOU TWO WON’T LIVE TO SEE GRADUATION!”

M!MC and A!MC became the most well behaved children in the Devildom after that... and L!MC and Levi got to watch their anime in peace.

Okay, Levi wasn’t heartless, he loved his lame normie niblings. They were just very very loud...

Though, M!MC was very good at finding merch for way lower prices... and A!MC actually really liked some of the anime they watched... Maybe they weren’t so bad.

M!MC’s attempts to budget that financial dumpster fire of an otaku was not going well, at least until M!MC convinced Lucifer to dangle concert tickets in front of Levi like a carrot on a stick until he agreed to do his best to stay within the monthly budget.

Levi had learned his lesson from L!MC’s flying lessons and steered clear of them, but luck was not on his side. The ONE time he willingly stepped outside of the house...

Both M!MC and A!MC crashed right into him.

The Uncle With the Cat You Never See and Aren’t Really Allowed to Pet. (Satan)

Oh fuck him sideways the house was going to be so much louder... Say goodbye to his quiet reading time...

On the bright side, the look of pure disbelief and exhaustion on Lucifer’s face gave Satan the biggest rush of serotonin he’d ever had in his life.

To be honest, he got on well with Asmo, and he... well it’s Mammon.

Could have been worse.

Could have been ANOTHER child of Lucifer.

“So... who do you think did it?” M!MC asked as the opening to the fourth episode of the murder documentary they were watching began. “I think it was the sister.”

“On what evidence do you make that assumption?” Satan asked.

M!MC shrugged. “Chick’s shifty.”

“I um... I think they disappeared on their own accord.” A!MC murmured. “I mean, so far it seemed the two’s home lives sucked...”

“Good theory.” Satan nodded to himself. “But both of you are wrong, it was very clearly the mother and the neighbour.”

“On what evidence do you make that assumption?” L!MC asked, imitating Satan’s voice. Detective Toe Beans was sprawled out on their lap.

Satan glowered at L!MC and leaned over to scratch Bean behind the ears. “The step-mother and neighbour are backing up each other’s alibis and they have a motive, access to a possible murder weapon, and a way of disposing of the corpses.”

L!MC rolled their eyes. “That’s a load of crap. It was just the step-mother. The mother had the motive, she and the father were on the outs, she wanted the father’s inheritance all to herself so she got rid of his kids.”

“How many more episodes of this are there?” M!MC asked. “This seems like a really dragged out way of just saying: I don’t know.”

“Sh! They’re explaining possible corpse disposal methods!” Satan hissed.

The four of them traded theories until the documentary series eventually ended with an unsatisfying ‘we dunno’.

“This is such shit...” M!MC muttered. “How have they managed to fill eight episodes with all these leads and evidence and the case is still unsolved?!”

“It’s because everyone involved was incompetent and stupid.” Satan sighed.

“You know,” L!MC smirked. “With all the true crime stuff the four of us watch, we could create the perfect crime.”

“We really could.” M!MC nodded in agreement.

“Using A!MC’s powers no one would suspect us...” Satan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“Uh...” A!MC shifted uncomfortably. “On an unrelated note... I’m going to go...”

As A!MC scampered out of the room, L!MC turned to Satan and M!MC.

“There’s always the one weak person in the group who’s not down with murder.”

“A sad truth.”

“Hang on I thought we were talking about theft or something-”

Satan and M!MC are surprising study buddies, hell, they even help Mammon study. Or... it’s more accurate to say that they try to help Mammon study.

A!MC is good company, they’re quiet when they read, unlike most people in the house who felt the need to provide commentary on every single event that occurs in the book.

After proving to be quite useless in L!MC’s flight lessons, he just reminded the two new half demons to wear protective padding.

The Hot Single Dad That’s In Every Romcom That Features a Child (Asmo)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (excitement)

Oh... his... father... HE WAS A DILF NOW-

He practically vaulted out of his seat to coo and fuss over his new found hellspawn, they were just SO CUTE!

Their wings were just like his! So adorable! Oh and those little horns! They were so cute Asmo just might have combusted then and there.

Of course, he couldn’t combust without finding out which of his flings had made such an adorably shy mini-him.

“Ah! I remember that party!” Asmo squee-ed as he looked at a picture of A!MC’s parent. “They looked so hot in that outfit I swear I was completely-”

“Asmodeus.” Lucifer grumbled. “That’s a child in front of you.”

“Oh! Right! Mind if I call your ren, A!MC?” Asmo asked, ruffling their kid’s hair. “I want to see if they remember me fondly!”

As Asmo chattered with A!MC’s parent about just how adorable and perfect their kid turned out, Asmo leaned over to A!MC to ask a question.

“A!MC, I know this is sudden but how do you feel about getting a sib-”

“ASMODEUS IF YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE I WILL FEED YOU TO CERBERUS!”

“Tsk. Rude.”

It’s safe to say Asmo adores his kid. I mean, they’re 50% him, how could he not.

He didn’t exactly have experience with the whole... being a big part of his kids’s life thing. Sure he held the unofficial record for most kids but that was because effective birth control hadn’t been invented at the time when he was allowed to run rampant in the human world, not because he was an A+ dad.

None of that mattered! He was going to be a 10/10 dad to A!MC!

They were so shy... so... mouse-like...

“Um... dad?” A!MC awkwardly twiddled there thumbs as they stood in the doorway to their father’s room. The sweet smell of whatever essential oil was being spread with the diffuser did next to nothing to calm the poor half-demon’s nerves.

Asmo popped his head out of his walk-in closet with a sparkling smile. “Yes, child of mine?”

“I um, just wanted to ask...” A!MC was desperately trying to stave off an oncoming stutter-spiral. “H-h-how- *ahem* how do- ugh...”

A!MC steeled their face and straightened their posture.

“How do I be confident like you?!” They blurted that out a little too loud for comfort, but Asmo’s near-immediate joy quashed any embarrassment A!MC was feeling.

“You want to be like little ol’ me?” Asmo gushed, clearly trying to hide just how flattered he was. “Well, of course you do! Your dad’s got your back. So first what we’re going to do-”

The Avatar of Lust had done the stereotypical early 2000s movie makeover many times before, but never with so much enthusiasm. His kid’s style was fine, it wasn’t a lack of pizazz either, it was the lack of confidence in the pizazz.

“Okay, now stand up straight.”

A!MC straightened their back as much as they could.

“Perfect! Chin up, shoulders back, and there you go!”

A!MC didn’t look too different on account that Asmo felt like their fashion sense was perfect, but dear not-old dad coached MC on a new walk, better posture, and Asmo filled their arms with about seven boxes of self-care supplies.

“What’s all this for?” A!MC asked, shifting the weight of the boxes slightly so they could actually see their dad.

“That, A!MC, is all the stuff you need to have confidence.” Asmo explained. “It’s not required of course, but it sure does help.”

“I’m not sure I follow...”

“Oh sweetie, it’s simple really. When you take care of yourself, you feel better, and when you feel better, you look better, and when you look better and feel better, your confidence skyrockets!” Asmo shifted some of the boxes A!MC was carrying around so they could stand up straighter and not be held down by the weight of the self-care arsenal. “Good posture stops your back from hurting, dressing decently helps you feel better about your appearance, as does taking care of your skin, aaaaaand all this will culminate in you being your best!”

A!MC still looked a bit skeptical, but they nodded anyway.

“Remember MC!” Asmo said as he led MC back to their room to help them sort their new stuff. “Confidence in yourself doesn’t happen overnight, so don’t let Mammon try and sell you a fix-all potion because it’s just boiled Gatorade.”

“O-okay- wait did you just say-”

“Yes, boiled Gatorade.” Asmo shuddered. “Let’s not talk about that.”

Dear uncle Asmo? A financial dumpster fire?! It’s more likely than you’d think.

Sure, Asmo’s got a job and makes his own money, but Geez Louise... one demon does not need that much hand cream! Or that many questionable Akuzon packages that everyone is too afraid to touch...

M!MC had their work cut out for them is what I’m trying to say.

Of course... once M!MC realized what a lost cause getting Asmo to stop with the obsessive bath bomb purchases was and a few too many insults were thrown at M!MC’s dear dad... some of Asmo’s things went uh... “missing”

But would you look at that! No one went over-budget!

Even though their dads have a fierce party related rivalry, A!MC and M!MC get along great. It’s very wholesome.

The Uncle That Helps You Pester Whoever is in Charge of the Food at the Family Reunion About Dessert (Beel)

Yay! More kids :)

Do you think any of them know how to cook? No? Okay... :(

Beel adores his new niblings with all his heart and soul, and Belphie’s out of the attic and is able to meet them with everyone else this time! Yay!

I didn’t mention this in the other parts- but Beel totally gave L!MC piggyback rides whenever they asked, but now that two more kids have arrived... it’s now a fight to be tall.

But yea- kids like uncle Beel. Strong contender for favourite uncle.

“Do you think this is right?” A!MC asked as they fiddled with the settings on the stovetop.

“No clue. Do we put the cheese on while the meat is cooking or do we wait until after?” M!MC asked, they flipped through multiple cheeseburger recipes on their DDD, their frustration growing. “Hang on- do we have a deep fryer?”

A!MC rummaged around the cupboards and shelves for a good fifteen minutes and came back empty handed. “No, but I’ve seen videos of people making fries without a deep fryer, I think we just need to heat up vegetable oil and drop the potatoes in.”

After setting up the make-shift deep fryer, the two cousins carefully dropped the first fry into the oil, then screamed like banshees when some oil splashed close to their hands.

“Did you get burned?!” M!MC asked, A!MC shook their head.

“No, you?”

“Nah...” M!MC eyed the oil warily. “We should do this one at a time to be safe...”

It was an awkward process, grab potato, place potato, scream, make sure no one is burned, repeat. As... decent as the process was, with both of them manning the deep fryer, no one was manning the patties that were now completely charred.

“What’s going on in here? It smells like Solomon’s cooking.” Beel poked his head into the kitchen and saw two very upset children and the world’s messiest kitchen.

“We’re failures. That’s all...” M!MC murmured.

“We wanted to make lunch for all of us and we ruined it...” A!MC added.

Beel’s heart was set to explode then and there- but his stomach growled. “You tried your best, don’t feel too bad. Let’s get cheeseburgers somewhere else with Belphie.”

M!MC and A!MC nodded enthusiastically as the three of them left the destroyed kitchen behind them.

After Beel had to sling a sleeping Belphie over his shoulder, the now four of them were halfway out the door before they heard L!MC scream bloody murder.

“YOU IDIOTS COME BACK HERE AND CLEAN THIS MESS UP RIGHT NOW!”

M!MC and A!MC made eye contact, then sprinted out the door. “CHEESEBURGERS FIRST!”

A!MC and M!MC probably go to all of Beel’s games like the little super fans they are. Beel is very grateful for the support! :D

Flying lessons? Nnnnnot again. He’s here for moral support and moral support only. And to catch the two babs when they inevitably fall.

The Uncle Who Was Like... Really Racist the Last Time You Saw Him But He’s Not Anymore (Belphie)

So he uh... he didn’t try and kill these two. That already gave the two newbies a better first impression than what he gave to L!MC.

The Anti Lucifer league ALSO grew, just by one member though. A!MC was very easily persuaded to snitch on whatever prank the group concocted.

The attic nap club gained two new members, but Belphie still had to deal with wings hitting him in the face and waking him up. He’d usually return the favour with a swat from his tail.

“M!MC I swear I will throw you out of the window if you kick me again.” Belphie murmured, mashing his face into his pillow.

“Mmmph.” M!MC threw a pillow in Belphie’s direction.

“Quit whining, Belphie.” L!MC huffed. “You’re doing better than me.”

A!MC had attached themselves to L!MC like a sloth to a tree and would not let go or stop drooling. Ah schadenfreude, the best feeling in the galaxy...

“Stop with that look.” L!MC hissed, Belphie snickered. “I’m telling you to quit it because you’ll wake up Beel, and Beel is solving your M!MC problem.”

Belphie turned to see Beel practically crush M!MC into a bone breaking hug in his sleep.

“Should we do something about that?” L!MC yawned.

Belphie smirked his little douchebag smirk. “Eh, let them stew for a few more minutes.”

“Help me...” M!MC rasped.

Out of the three, A!MC is probably the best nap buddy, they bring in their own pillows and don’t hog the blankets.

Belphie is once again at the forefront for taking videos of the flying lessons, at least till M!MC accidentally broke Belphie’s DDD.

Just a friendly reminder, the sleepy cow man would kill for these kids.

Look at them funny and no one will find your body.

Okay! That’s part 3 done! I had to cut Belphie’s and Satan’s short because of post limit stuff, but the stuff with the side characters is coming soon! Also, Mammon would like me to inform all those who donated to his Go Fund Me that you will NOT be getting your money back, he has a kid to deck out in full Gucci now, he needs the cash!

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anachronisticcrab · 3 years

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Solangelo Headcanons

So I’ve got a lot of these cause I’m such a simp for Nico and Will (feel free to ask me about any other Headcanons on either character, cause I’ve got LOTS)

They’re both massive nerds, but neither of them really like the same kind of things

Like, Will is more of a Star Wars and Star Trek fan, he loves Harry Potter more than life itself, and reads medical textbooks and animal books for fun

But Nico is such a linguistics and mythology nerd, we all know he loves Pokémon and DND, and he’s really into classic literature and art

They both spend 90% of their dates geeking out over their interests, and even when they talk about something the other doesn’t understand, they’re super supportive and sweet cause they’re both cute geeks

As much as they aren’t interested in the same things for the most part, they do have a few interests in common (pirates, astronomy, Dreamworks and Disney animated movies, The Princess Bride, Lord of the Rings, music, marvel and DC)

They absolutely have movie marathon dates. It’s their favourite thing. Their favourite movie series’ are Pirates of the Caribbean, Night at the Museum, and The Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit

Nico loves watching Star Wars with Will because Will mumbled the lines along with the characters and does little lightsaber noises along with it and he’s so cute

Will likes watching movie adaptions of classic lit with Nico because he points out everything that’s different from the books, why the movies are bad, and insists on pausing it to go on rants about everything they got wrong. Will fucking loves it

They both have tattoos. Will’s got the sun over his chest, and a small semi colon on his left wrist next to a treble clef. Nico’s got a semicolon on his right wrist next to a bass clef

Will loves Halloween, and Nico could take it or leave it (he never did anything for it because he grew up in Italy), but Nico does couples costumes because Will looks at him with puppy dog eyes and Nico’s helpless

They’ve gone as Jed and Octavian from Night at the Museum; Buzz Lightyear and Woody; those two crazy pirates from Pirates of the Caribbean (the one with the wooden eye who dressed up in drag, and the short one who got upset over parlay); 1930’s mobsters; Adam and Barbara Maitland from Beetlejuice; Han Solo and Luke Skywalker

They actually talk to Mr. D, and that’s why they’re his favourite— they play poker with him, they talk to him, they treat him like anyone else and he lives them for it

Will loves every single one of Nico’s siblings (Rachel, Hazel, Reyna, Meg, Jason, Connor, Travis, Percy, Tyson, Estelle, Chiara, Piper, etc). They share ridiculous Nico stories and plan pranks on him— they all adore Will

Will’s siblings and friends lowkey love Nico more than Will. He brings them McDonalds, teases Will and makes Will blush, attempts archery to try to bond with them (he really tries, but he’s just really awful), he tells Will’s little siblings bedtime stories. Nico’s just really awkward, and he really tries, and they all love him. Of course, Cecil, Lou Ellen, Austin, and Kayla bug Nico a lot because he’s so awkward, but the truth is they really, really, really like him

Will is horrible at music. Like, truly horrible at anything to do with music. But he has an encyclopedic knowledge of music from over the last 200 years, and randomly quotes lyrics and talks about musical theory all day long

In contrast, Nico is amazing at playing piano and guitar, plus he enjoys playing the drums. He’s really musically talented, but knows nothing about the theory behind it or about the artists. Whenever Nico tries to learn a new song, Will nerds out over the musician/background of the song/cool lyrical devices that make it an amazing song. Nico frickin loves it

Nico loves cooking, while Will can’t cook for his life. Like someone get this boy some help, he almost burnt down his mom’s house while microwaving popcorn. They agreed that Nico would cook and Nico would clean

Nico can’t drive for shit. I mean, cars don’t exist in the city where he grew up (there’s not enough room for vehicles on the few roads in Venice), and even if there were, he’s Italian and gay (sorry about the stereotypes there, but I really can’t see Nico being a good driver). Will drives them everywhere or gets Jules-Albert to drive them, and hides Nico’s drivers license to ‘protect the public from his menace of a boyfriend’

You know how I mentioned the no vehicles in Venice thing? Yeah, no bikes are in the city either. Will taught Nico to ride a bike after the Giants War (before they started dating). Hazel took videos and pictures cause Nico was freaking out over it and yelling at Will not to let him die

Will finds animals on the street and adopts them. Nico begrudgingly helps Will to take care of the animals until they find good homes for them (mostly from people in New Rome)

Unfortunately, Will gets attached to them, and now they have 5 cats, 2 dogs, 3 snakes, 4 lizards, and a blue Jay

They’re both really grumpy in the morning. If you wake either of them up, they will probably bite your hand off

They like going on runs a lot? They’ll go on jogs once a day if possible, and they’ll chat or share earbuds while doing so

They go on dates on canoe lake a lot. They like to have races on the canoes, and to just float out away from everyone else (they totally don’t joke about being pirates or pretend to be pirates while on the lake, that’d be ridiculous and childish)

When Will’s been in the infirmary for too long, Nico walks in and throws a Kit Kat at his head, and then drags him out of the infirmary (sometimes by his ear, sometimes by his hand, depending on how long Will’s been in there for or how annoyed Nico is that day)

Nico’s teaching Will how to speak Venetian (he sucks at it, but Nico appreciates the effort)

Nico takes a long time to get used to PDA, and even after they’ve been dating for years, Nico’s really only comfortable with holding hands and hugs (plus cheek kisses or quick pecks) in public. Will’s fine with it, and he didn’t stop smiling for three days after Nico first pecked him on the cheek in public

International dates! Paris, Venice, Milan, Madrid, Banff, Athens, Cairo, Tokyo, Sydney, Ho Chi Minh, everywhere! They love travelling!

They have a lot of conversations where they tell the other how amazing they are (since they’re both pretty self-deprecating, and they think the world of the other, it ends up with them just going ‘shut up you’re beautiful, why do you put up with me’ for hours on end)

Dates on roofs! Nico and Will point out constellations at night and cloud watch during the day. They have picnics on the roof of the Big House, and the Hades and Apollo cabins all the time

They buy each other Funko Pop figures for birthdays, Christmas, and basically anytime they want to get each other a gift

#pjo #HoO #TOA #hoo #nico di angelo #og post #Will solace #Percy Jackson #jason grace #Austin lake #austin and kayla #kayla knowles #hazel levesque #frank zhang #reyna avila ramirez arellano #Leo Valdez #solangelo #solangelo headcanons #so many of them

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doctorthasmin · 4 years

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“You’re always having girls nights with Yaz, can’t we do a bro night?” Ryan asks one day as the Doctor blends her breakfast ‘smoothie’ of skittles, ice cream and custard creams, it truly does taste like the rainbow she says.

“Well of course we can, you know you can come join us on our girls nights, we watch old films and sometimes I plait Yaz’s hair.” The Doctor explains, pouring her ‘smoothie’ into a glass grabbing a spoon to dig in as Ryan watches in disgust and admiration.

“Yeah well I didn’t have any sisters but that sounds like a soppy nightmare full of Yaz telling me to be quiet. Come on a bro night, you, me Graham if we can pull him away from his poker night.” Ryan suggests doing some jazz hands much to the Doctor’s delight.

“Okay, just us bro’s, tell me what does a bro night entail?” The Doctor asks chewing through her ‘drink’.

Ryan claps his hands rubbing them together grinning. “Well we’ll get dressed up nice, spray some Lynx on, go to the pub play a bit of pool get some drinks in and just hang. If you’re sober enough we’ll play some video games when we get back.” Ryan suggests, clearly delighted with his line up of events. The Doctor grins back at his enthusiasm before slapping the table in agreement.

“Ryan this sounds like a fabulous idea, you’ll have to lend me so lynx but come on let’s do it, ring Graham and ask if he’s free.” The Doctor agrees standing up with her drink, marching off to her room to change.

Yaz is curled up with three blankets in their bedroom, reading a book and dozing. The Doctor swings by to give her a chaste kiss on the cheek before moving towards the closet with determination.

“I’m going on a bro night with Ryan, I shall probably return drunk and merry, but we’re bonding so it’s important. Ryan says we’re going to the pub, what should I wear?” The Doctor asks, ruffling her short hair as she slides her precious coat off hanging it up on the door.

Yaz smiles, wrapping the blankets around her a little tighter before joining the Doctor at the front of her closet.

“Well if it’s a bro night out, I suggest jeans with proper pockets, trainers, and something short sleeved to wear it’ll get hot in the pub and after a few drinks you won’t feel the cold anyway.” Yaz explains, picking up a pair of black skinny jeans, checking the pocket depth before nodding and handing them over.

The Doctor shuffles out of her culottes and into the jeans, remarking how handy the pockets were, sliding her sonic into one and the psychic paper into her back pocket. Yaz thrusts a pair of white trainers into her general direction, before sliding top after top after top along the rail before landing on a navy blue polo shirt, with a dinky little chest pocket.

“Oh this is cute, try this.” Yaz hands it over and the Doctor, who Yaz has come to learns dresses with all the enthusiasm of a small child pulls it over her head and slides her arms through smoothing it down.

“There what do you think? Am I ready for a bro night out?” The Doctor asks outstretching her arms like at the end of a gymnasts performance, making Yaz giggle.

“You look really cute, here let me just write something down, you might need it,” Yaz murmurs, writing something small on a tiny post it note before folding it over and sliding it into the Doctor’s chest pocket.

“When someone inevitably asks you if you want a drink, give them that for me will you.” Yaz murmurs, the tips of the Doctor’s ears flushing pink as Yaz gives her a gentle kiss on the lips, ruffling her hair into an even more chaotic mess.

“Ryan says I need lynx.” The Doctor remembers clicking her fingers as she rifles through their shared bathroom before she hears Ryan knock.

“Come in Ryan she’s ready.” Yaz calls, arching an eyebrow as Ryan is wearing dark blue jeans and a black polo shirt.

“Waaay twinsies man, I’ve got the lynx here, you look cool Doctor, don’t think we’ve ever seen you in 21st century clothes before.” Ryan comments throwing her the can of lynx as she sprays herself in the bathroom coughing at the sheer density of the spray.

“Have fun you two, take care of each other, is Graham going?” Yaz asks as the Doctor coughs closing the bathroom door.

“Nah man he’s cleaning up at poker lately, he wants a quiet night in with his lads.” Ryan grins, clapping the Doctor round the shoulder as he bounces on the spot excited to go.

“Be safe, don’t let anyone in the Tardis obviously.” The Doctor warns, meeting Yaz’s eyes as they roll in disbelief.

“Go have fun, I’ll be fine.” Yaz insists pushing them both out of the bedroom and towards the Tardis door.

The Doctor grins and her and Ryan exit the Tardis, whistling a tune as they head for the pub.

....Part 2 tomorrow folks 👍

#doctor who #thirteenth doctor #ryan sinclair #yasmin khan #thasmin #doctorthasmin stories

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minsugapie · 4 years

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Miscommunication 2/2 (Yoongi’s POV)

pairing: Yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, trusfration, slight angst if you squint, one shot (part 2)

words: 3712

a/n: if you haven’t, please read part 1 because although this is in yoongi’s pov, only one scene overlaps!!

• • • • • •

PART 1

• • • • • •

The first time Yoongi saw you, you were standing in line at Starbucks. You ended up ordering his favourite drink. While he was taken by you, you failed to notice him, having been completely immersed in the music you were listening to. He didn’t mind; however, because seeing you content forced an aura of calmness to wash over him. He watched from his table where he’d been working on a project as other people (men) stole glances at you. You were wearing tight pants, enough to show off your legs. He felt oddly protective, and wanted to give you his flannel to wrap around your waist. But before he could even finish imagining the impossible scenario inside his head, you were walking out the door with a small smile on your face after you took the first sip of your drink. Sighing deeply, he went back to his work, not entirely focused on what he was doing anymore.

Since that day, Yoongi began to see you everywhere—on campus, at the mall, at his favourite restaurants, and even out with his friend Jimin. Jimin and Yoongi had known each other since first year when they shared a class, and Yoongi liked how loyal Jimin was as a friend. Although Yoongi had many friends, there was only a select few that he called his best friends.

One afternoon, when Yoongi was waiting for Jimin to meet him for lunch, was the day he realized that Jimin actually knew who you were. He spotted the two of you walking together, Jimin’s arm around your shoulders protectively. You laughed at something he said before pushing him off of you and walking in the opposite direction. You looked back quickly, but only so that you could send him a quick wink and a wave goodbye.

Jimin walked up to Yoongi, who was still watching you walk in the other direction. When Jimin reached him, he followed Yoongi’s line of vision, not entirely sure what he was watching since you were surrounded by people.

“What are you looking at?” He asked Yoongi, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Oh,” he blinked a few times before answering, “Uh, that girl that you were just walking with…are you two together?” Yoongi was nervous to ask him this question. You’d been taking up his every though, consuming his mind and body more than he’d like to admit. You were the inspiration for all of his latest music, and he didn’t even know who you were. Heck, he didn’t even know if you’d ever even noticed him before. He was never one to shy away from staring at you, and it frustrated him sometimes because GOD you were the most oblivious person he’d ever seen. If only you’d make eye contact with him just once, he’d have the courage to talk to you.

“Who? Y/N? No, we’ve known each other since high school. She’d a good buddy…” Jimin explained, narrowing his eyes at Yoongi. “Why?”

Yoongi cleared his throat before straightening his back and starting the walk to the restaurant. “I’ve just been seeing her around. That’s all.” He tried to hide his interest, but he knew that he had a terrible poker face—but only when it came to women. He wasn’t entirely telling a lie, but he wasn’t giving the entire story either.

“You’re lying.”

Yoongi looked down at his feet when he walked, wondering how he should respond. “Fine. I have been seeing her around, but I can’t get her out of my head. Every time I’ve seen her plays whenever I close my eyes. I have no escape.”

Jimin sighed, and Yoongi automatically wondered why. “She’s not really into guys.”

Yoongi paled, all hope vanishing from his body. “She likes women?”

Jimin smiled and released a small chuckle. “It’s not like that. She doesn’t have any desire to be with anyone, I guess. She doesn’t sleep around, and she doesn’t go on dates. She likes being alone. Besides, I’ve heard about the previous guys she’s taken a liking to, and they’re all opposite from you. I wouldn’t say you’re exactly her type, hyung.”

“Oh.” Yoongi’s hope returned, but only slightly because of what Jimin said.

“What’s her type then?”

Jimin couldn’t help but smile again. “What are you going to change for her?” He joked and nudged Yoongi in the arm.

“No,” Yoongi groaned, “I just want to know if I even have an inkling of a chance.”

“I don’t want to give you hope, but I really don’t know for sure…”

Neither of the two of them said anything more until they say down at the table to order.

“What about my birthday next week? What if you brought her?” Yoongi offered. He had to do something. There was no way that he was letting you slip between his fingers. He would regret it for the rest of his life.

“I can try to convince her. She likes to party, I guess…” Jimin answered, taking sip of the water that the waitress brought to the table.

Yoongi sighed again. Why did he have to be into somebody so aloof to dating culture?

• • • • • •

Yoongi’s birthday was tonight, and he was a ball of nerves. He had no idea how you were going to respond to him. Actually, he didn’t even know whether you’d even be there or not. Jimin said that you were still deciding.

Yoongi’s best friend Hoseok was chilling on his couch watching some dancing videos on YouTube as Yoongi paced his apartment in anxious anticipation.

“Dude, why are you stressin’?” Hobi asked, pausing his video to look at Yoongi.

“Y/N may or may not be coming tonight.” Yoongi deadpanned, flopping onto the couch beside his friend.

“Y/N? As in the only girl in your world for the last couple months? You invited her? You talked to her?!” Hobi’s interest piqued at the mention of her. He’d never seen his friend so invested in someone he hadn’t even met.

“No, apparently she’s Jimin’s good friend. I told him to invite her.” Yoongi revealed. He wondered then if he looked okay. Did he need a haircut. He was so stressed that he almost forgot to shave this morning. He was just glad that he hadn’t gotten a massive mountain on the top of his nose from stress.

“Well, there we go! Now we just have to get her attention!”

“It might not be that easy,” Yoongi groaned, running his hands through his hair.

“It’s your birthday tomorrow! Let’s have some confidence!” Hobi exclaimed, clapping his friend on the shoulder while hyping him up.

“You’re right. I’m a handsome guy. I know how to talk to women…mostly…I can do it!”

“Yeah!”

“Cool…”

• • • • • •

The party at the bar was in full swing, and Yoongi tried his best not to think of you. He didn’t want to dampen his mood and ruin the night if you never showed up. You knew that Hobi tried his hardest to make sure that she would introduce herself by telling everyone over the loud speakers who didn’t actually know him to introduce themselves.

He’d almost lost all hope of talking to you, when Hobi elbowed him harshly in the ribs as he was talking to a classmate. You were in front of him, in all your glory, with a smile on your face. In fact, he’s so struck that he couldn’t even say hello to you. Thankfully, you broke the ice. It kicked his malfunctioning brain back into circuit. He was actually able to flirt with you. And it must’ve been enough because, surprisingly, you hadn’t rejected him. Even Jimin seemed surprised.

It was safe to say that Yoongi was mesmerized by you all night. He didn’t want you to leave his side, literally ever. Even when he could tell that the bartender, Jackson, harboured a major crush on you, he still never fell from his high. All your attention was on him, and he couldn’t have been any happier about it. And then the kiss happened. That kiss the two of you shared on the dance floor sent his emotions into overdrive. He craved more of you, wanting to feel every bit of your skin under his palms. He wanted your fingers laced through his hair. He wanted all of you to himself. He no longer wanted to be at this party with all these people that seemed less than important now that he’d met you. You were all-consuming. He could feel you almost dangerously taking hold of every molecule in his body. He wasn’t sure what to call it. Was it love at first sight? Was he clinging onto a version of you that he’d created in his mind? Or was it something a little darker, a little scarier?

When you’d agreed to spend the night at his place, he almost burst into flames right then and there. You had no idea how much you affected him, not only sexually, but just the way you made him feel when you were around. He’d only ever felt butterflies around people before, but just like that first time he saw you in Starbucks, you calmed him. Just one look into his eyes, and he felt like he could conquer the world. He felt like he was invincible, that nothing could touch him.

Deep inside, he wondered what you were thinking, and if you felt about him even the slightest way that he felt about you.

• • • • • •

The week following his birthday was bliss. You’d agreed to meet with him again and again, not having to reply his night together with you because you’d created new memories, new moments of ecstasy, together.

The fourth time you’d visited his apartment about two weeks into seeing each other, he did some serious thinking. You’d spent hours together—not only having sex—but also talking and getting to know each other a little better. He realized that the version of you that he’d created in his head was exactly who you were. You were kind and helpful, smart and witty, and also hilarious as hell. He’d realized that the calmness that he felt every time you were together was proof that he’d really experienced love at first sight. Christ, he knew that it was crazy to believe in such a thing, and if you’d asked him if he believed in it before seeing you for the first time, he would have laughed in your face. But here he was, holding you in his arms while you peacefully slept. He ran his hands through your hair, looking at your face. He took in the way your eyelashes fanned out over the top of your cheekbones, the way the shape of your nose perfectly complimented your face, the way your lips fluttered with every short breath you took.

He simply couldn’t look away. Was watching you sleep considered creepy? Either way, you were his, or more, he was yours. In a second, your eyes fluttered open, meeting his. He didn’t look away, and his heart swelled when you smiled at him in response. You pulled back, much to his dismay, to ask, “What time is it?”

Yoongi didn’t want to answer because whenever you did, you left him there all alone with only the memories of your time together. But he couldn’t ignore you, so he reached over you and tapped his phone. It was past curfew for you to get back to your dorm before they locked the doors on you.

“Yoongi!” You complained when he told you, throwing the covers over your head in frustration.

“What’s the big deal? Just sleep here tonight and I’ll walk you to class tomorrow,” he suggested, wanting nothing more than for you to curl back into him and fall asleep once again.

You peeked your nose out of the blanket in such a cute way that he almost lost it. “You’d let me stay here?”

“Sure. Why not?” He said, grabbing your waist and pulling you back to his chest. You were wearing one of his shirts, and he really wished that you weren’t wearing one at all. But, he knew you felt more comfortable that way.

“Okay,” you whispered, placing a small kiss on his cheek. His heart skipped a beat, and he was sure that you’d felt it. You didn’t comment, but you snuggled into him and quickly fell asleep again.

He felt the need to ask fate why they’d let him be so lucky.

• • • • • •

Word had gotten around that Yoongi and you had been sleeping together. Yoongi couldn’t believe that you were his girlfriend. It was like you were perfect for each other. Not once had you fought. Well, obviously you debated on some topics, but nothing was ever in hatred or malice. He liked how stubborn you could be when defending what was right, and he loved that you weren’t ever afraid to be exactly who you were.

The only thing that slightly bothered him was that he was now hyper aware of all the men’s attention that you successfully captures wherever you went. He would still see you places, and you wouldn’t notice him. You didn’t notice anyone else either, which was what really kept him sane.

He wouldn’t ever say that he was jealous, because not once had he seen you express interest in anyone, so it was hard to label what he was feeling. Maybe it was a natural protectiveness that came when you were dating someone?

He was hanging out with Hobi one night when he asked him, “What do you think of Y/N?”

Hobi coughed on the sip of his drink that he’d just taken. “What do you mean?”

Yoongi wasn’t asking him a loaded question, but he was just curious and couldn’t focus on the movie they were watching. “Do you think she’s hot?”

“Are you trying to torture yourself, hyung? I’m not going to answer that question.” Hobi replied, taking another sip of his drink, still trying to stop coughing.

Yoongi obviously didn’t mean anything by it, but he’s curious about what his friends think. “It’s okay if you do. I just…don’t you think that she’s like a little too perfect?”

“I think that she’s perfect to you. Sure, she’s good looking, but from what you’ve told me, you’re just trying to rationalize why you like her so much. It’s okay to like her as much as you do. It was bound to happen. She could be your soulmate or whatever…” Hobi trailed off, looking out the window. Yoongi knew that Hobi believed that there was only one person that was made for everyone.

But soulmate? He guessed he really liked the sound of that. “Is it too early to think that? It’s only been a month.”

“I think whatever you’re feeling is valid,” Hobi admitted before adding, “And honestly, I’m kinda jealous because I want to love somebody as much as you love her.”

He did love you, that much he was certain of.

• • • • • •

Yoongi liked to study with you. Moreover, he liked to watch you study. You were cute when you concentrated, trying to take in all the information you could. He found your study habits interesting, and loved how excited you got when you explained to him something that you’d just learned.

The place that you’d visit most often to study was a semi-popular bubble tea place a few blocks from his apartment. It was relatively quiet, so the two of you weren’t interrupted very often.

Yoongi liked to always sit across from you, so he could brush his knees with yours and look at your face whenever he needed a study break (which was more often than he would’ve liked to admit). You looked particularly concentrated today, highlighting the passages in your book with your tongue sticking out. He wouldn’t stared at you for a while longer, but the flash of your phone getting a notification caught his attention.

Normally, he went right back to work and didn’t care, but he clearly read the work Jackson. His interest was piqued. Why were you texting him? Slight insecurity flowed through him as he peeked back up at you. You still hadn’t noticed your phone buzzed. A second message came in not a minute later.

He clearly read what they said, even if he was reading them upside down.

[Hey, are we still on for our date tonight?]

[Btw I’m glad you finally agreed to this.]

Yoongi tried to stay calm, but it clearly stated that you were going on a date tonight—something that he was not okay with. Like at all.

Tapping your leg with one of his feet, he called your name. It took a second for you to register and take a headphone out of your ear. You hummed without even looking up at him. Oh, how he wished you would. He wanted to see what you were thinking, even though he always found you impossible to read.

He wondered if you could read every thought that went through his head. He never tried to hide anything, but he knew that he wouldn’t have been able to even if he did. You, on the other hand, were impossible to read at the best of times.

“You’re texting Jackson,” he deadpanned, pushing the phone closer to you. He gauged your face for a reaction. It paled, and for a brief millisecond he was able to see something readable. However, it left so quickly that he couldn’t decipher if. How frustrating! You had him like a puppet on strings, and he couldn’t even begin to know how you were feeling ever.

“Yeah?” Was what you settled on responding. She said it like it wasn’t weird, like it was normal for people in monogamous relationships to be texting other people and setting up dates with them!

“Why?” He was still trying to stay at calm as possible. Maybe it was all a misunderstanding. He took off his headphone, giving you his complete attention.

(Like you hadn’t had it before lol…)

“Because he likes me?” Was her answer.

B-because he liKES HER? Yoongi was stunned by her words. Closing his eyes, he tried to find the words to respond. His mind was swirling with possibilities of her texting guys upon guys that weren’t her. It didn’t sound like her, but he wasn’t thinking straight and couldn’t rationalize properly. Finally, he managed, “Wait, are you dating other people?”

“Aren’t you?” She countered immediately, a mixed of worried and confused emotions on her face. Finally, he could read something that you were feeling.

“What?” He almost spat…almost. He was getting extremely frustrated.

“Uhhh, what do you mean dating other people? We aren’t dating, Yoongi,” she concluded, crossing her hands and tilting her head.

“We’re not?” The feeling was back. That one that he felt when he thought he didn’t stand a chance with you. He knew it was too good to be true, and he let Hobi talk him into believing that you were his soulmate!

“No?”

Now he was getting mad. With a raised voice, he countered, “Hold on a second…how in hell are we not dating?” They did everything like a couple. The went on dates; they had sex; they texted; they talked about deeper things.

“Because we didn’t ever talk about it! You never asked me to be your girlfriend, so I just assumed that you wanted it to be casual.” She scratched her head like she’d never been more confused.

Yoongi couldn’t believe how much they’d not gotten straight. Clearly, the last thing he wanted was a casual relationship with you. He was all-in, and had been since he first saw you. He took a deep breath, trying not to raise his voice any longer, seeing as you were in public and in a recurring establishment. “Well, I definitely don’t want you taking other people, that’s for fuckin’ sure! I 100% haven’t seen anyone else since before my birthday. I’m sorry if that’s not what you want, but I want to be in a relationship with you.”

He hadn’t meant to swear at you, but he was trying to wrap his head around this conversation. You’d really wanted him to say the exact words, to ask to be your boyfriend. Looking back, he should have done it regardless, but instead he assumed like a dumbass.

He bit his lip as he waited for your response. You were fiddling with the pages of your textbook when he finally heard you whisper, “What’s what I want.”

Your small smile graced him, the absolute calm washing over him again.

“Good. Now tell Jackson because if anyone is taking you on a date tonight, it’s going to be me.”

“Jackson who?” You said with a glint in your eye.

• • • • • •

Later, he guessed after your first official date of your confirmed relationship, Yoongi had to voice his insecurities. Unfortunately it had to be mid-makeout on his couch. Your were on his lap, doing everything right when thoughts of doubt crossed his mind.

He pushed your shoulders back slightly, causing you to still.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, pushing his hair back from his face. He closed his eyes because he loved when you did that. You were so nurturing and always took care of him.

“Did you ever hook up with anyone?” He was nervous, and he wished he didn’t care. It was entirely his fault if you did, but he needed to know. He was torturing himself; he knew it.

“I’m going to assume that you mean other than you since your birthday…”

Yoongi nodded quickly, lightly resting his hands on your hips. Although he was sitting, he felt as it he might fall over.

You smiled and then ran a knuckle down his nose. “It’s only been you, Yoon,” you whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. It was the closest he’d ever come to getting any sort of confusion of your actually liking him, and he would take it…for now.

Closing the distance between the two of you again, he knew he would never get enough of you. It was like you were made just for him.

Hobi was right.

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1. what is the geekiest part of your music collection? Probably the Hamilton soundtrack. 2. what do you eat when you raid the fridge late at night? Maybe a small lunch meat sandwich or something. 3. what is your secret guaranteed weeping movie? Armageddon lol 4. if you could have plastic surgery, what would you have done? Tummy tuck, probably. 5. do you have a completely irrational fear? Yes, whales. 6. what is the little physical habit that gives away your insecure moment? Idk. 7. are you a pyromaniac? No. 8. do you have too many love interests? Nope. 9. do you know anyone famous? Not yet. 10. describe your bed: Queen size four-poster bed, medium brown wood. 11. spontaneous or plan? Both. 12. who should play you in a movie about your life? I have no idea. 13. do you know how to play poker? Nope. 14. what do you carry with you at all times? My phone, cigarettes, lighter, wallet. 15. what do you miss most about being little? Free time. 16. are you happy with your given name? Mostly. 17. how much money would it take to get you to give up the Internet for one year? A lot. 18. what color is your bedroom? Typical white walls, brown wood floors. 19. what was the last song you were listening to? It was a guy singing the Pokemon theme song on TikTok lol 20. have you ever been in a play? No. 21. have you ever been in love? Yes. 22. do you talk a lot? Sometimes, but it's not like a personality trait of mine. 23. do you like yourself and believe in yourself? Some days. 24. do transient, homeless, or starving people sometimes annoy you? No. 25. do you consider yourself to be a nice person? I don't know lol 26. do you spend more time with your girlfriend/boyfriend or your friends? My boyfriend, but I still spend plenty of time with my friends, too. We mostly have the same friends anyway lol 27. what is your ideal marriage location? Like, to have a wedding? Idk. Somewhere cool, that is not a church. I always thought getting married in a museum or a library would be cool. 28. which musical instrument do you wish you could play? Piano. 29. favorite fabric? Cotton. I hate silk and satin feeling materials. 30. something you love and hate? Idk. 31. what kind of bedding do you use? Soft. 32. do you tell your friends about your sex life? Sometimes. 33. what's the one language you want to learn? Russian. 34. how do you eat an apple? Just bite into it. 35. what do you order at a bar? Water or Dr Pepper lol. When I was drinking though, it was whiskey & coke, and shots of Jager. 36. have you ever pierced your body parts? Not myself lol. 37. do you have tattoos? Yes, I have ten, and like ten more in the works lol. 38. would you ever admit to having done plastic surgery any kind if confronted? Depends on who was asking. 39. what's one of the "funniest" things you've ever done? Oh god, Idk. 40. do you drive stick? Nope. 41. what's one trait you hate in a person? Bigotry. 42. what kind of watch(es) do you wear? I don't wear any, but I do want one. 43. most frivolous purchase? I make a LOT of frivolous purchases, it's awful. 44. do you consider yourself materialistic? No. 45. what do you cook the best? My best dish is chicken & dumplings. But I also make really good teriyaki chicken, pork tacos, bbq meatloaf, spaghetti, etc. I'm a fairly good cook. 46. favorite writing instrument? Black pens that glide nicely. 47. do you prefer to stand out or blend in? A little of both. 48. would you ever go out dressed like the opposite sex? Sure? 49. what's one car you will never buy? Anything that is two door, or low to the ground. 50. what kind of books do you like to read? Mostly fiction, with a slight preference towards classic literature and horror. 51. if you won the lottery, what would you do? Buy a house, pay off my debts, buy two cars, help out people in my family. 52. burial or cremation? Cremation. 53. how many online journals do you read regularly? None. 54. what's one thing you're a sore loser at? Everything lol. I'm also a sore winner. 55. if you don't like a person, how do you show it? I ignore them. 56. do you cry in front of friends? Yes, I cry all the time lol 57. what kind of first impression do you think you give to people? I have no idea. 58. what's one thing you like to do alone? Play video/phone games, read, scroll the internet. 59. are you a giver or a taker? Giver. 60. when's the last time you cried? Last time I remember is at Katie & Sarah's wedding. Unless you count last night, when I was cry-laughing at Whose Line Is It Anyway. 61. favorite communication method? Facebook messenger or in person lol 62. how many drinks before you're tipsy? When I was drinking, like 3-4. 63. do you think you're cute? Some days. 64. do you have problems changing clothes in front of friends? Not in front of Kelsi, but everyone else yes. 65. what's the most painful experience you've ever had? Heartbreak, giving birth, etc.

#survey #surveys

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falseroar · 4 years

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Is This Your Card? Part 1: The Invitation

((Hi! This is the first part of another story in what I’m calling the Traces of Silver series, a WKM Werewolf/Monster Hunter AU. This story in particular is a retelling of Who Killed Markiplier, with a few twists along the way to match the AU. And it all starts with one last job and an invitation.

The POV will swap between Abe (third person) and Y/N (first person) every couple of chapters. Oh, and if I tagged you in this and you’re not interested, or I missed your username, or you want to be tagged, or whatever, just let me know. (Edit to add: While it’s not a main focus of the story, there are definitely hints of Abe/DA.)

Warnings, mostly for later chapters: References to death and suicide (off screen for the most part), language (nothing worse than from the original videos), dark themes, and yeah, no happy ending for this particular story.))

Abe nearly missed the sound of footsteps on the dirt road under the steady whine of cicadas enjoying one of the last warm nights of the year, and if not for the cloudy night he might have been spotted before he could duck into cover behind the nearby tree. Peering out, he watched with narrowed eyes as the figure moved with purpose down the road, a long cloak hiding any of the few details he could have hoped to make out in the waning moonlight. At this hour, few would have dared to be walking alone on the road so far from the village, but he hesitated, waiting for any sign that this was the one he had been waiting for.

He couldn’t make that mistake again in one night.

For a moment, he thought the figure would continue on its way, but at the mailbox they abruptly stopped and turned toward the short drive that led up to the farmhouse on the hill. In the time it took the figure to draw back her hood, revealing pale skin and light hair that shimmered in the moonlight, and take in a deep breath, he had already cleared the distance between them.

“Excuse me, miss—”

She screamed.

Even with his hands over his ears, there was no blocking out her wail, a bright and eerie keening that sent a shiver down Abe’s spine and wrenched his heart even as it threatened to burst his ear drums.

And then, abruptly, it stopped, and he risked opening one eye to see the banshee press her hands to her mouth, face darkening with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry! You scared me!”

At least, that’s what Abe thought she said, but it took a few more seconds before the ringing started to clear up, his own voice muffled as he muttered, “We…need to talk.”

A few minutes later and Abe’s hearing was mostly back as he stood in the living room of the farmhouse, eyes darting back and forth between Farmer Jim or Joe or whatever he was and the banshee seated opposite him.

“That’s all you want?” Abe asked again, to be sure.

The banshee nodded. Here, indoors and in normal lighting, she seemed that much more ethereal and out of place, not helped by how she sat primly as though unwilling to touch anything around her. “If the farmer will keep his cows in his field, I will stop the wailing.”

“Well, you could have just said something,” the farmer muttered. “Not like that pond belongs to anyone, I don’t see what the big deal is—”

“It is not your land,” she said, again. “And I do not like the look of that brown cow, the one with the spot on its nose and the evil in its eyes.”

Abe started to point out how ridiculous that sounded, but the farmer just nodded and said, “Yeah, that’d be Abigail. Been meaning to ask Father Richard around to take a look at that one.”

“And I did try to tell you, but my kind cannot pass the wards around your land without permission, and you just kept running away at the sight of me. It was very rude.”

“Oh, and standing outside a man’s house, wailing away his death sentence is that much better?”

Abe sighed. “For the last time, a banshee’s wail isn’t fatal, it’s just a warning.”

“A portent of misfortune or death,” she added. “For the record, you may want to stop climbing on top of your house and hire someone else to fix your roof. That’s not part of the deal, just general advice.”

The farmer sighed, sinking in on himself a little. “Yeah, that’s what my daughter keeps saying. I’ll go into the village in the morning and see if I can’t find someone to fix that along with the fence. Maybe I can keep some help around for longer than a week without someone scaring them off every other night.”

“Thank you,” the banshee said, springing up as though eager to leave. “I am glad to hear the others will not have to get involved.”

The farmer paled slightly, looking from her to Abe. “Wait, what others?”

She just smiled, which did little to set him at ease and probably explained the gratitude in the farmer’s voice as he turned to Abe and shook his hand.

“Thank you, hunter. I’m…not sure where I would be without your help. God, it’s going to be good to get some sleep again. How can I possibly repay you?”

“You wouldn’t happen to have a cure for lycanthropy hanging around, would you?” Abe asked. “Maybe know anyone around who…”

He stopped when he saw the look the old farmer and even the banshee gave him and coughed.

“Or money. That works too.”

Outside, Abe felt the weight of the farmer’s money in his pocket and the stare of the banshee, who followed him to the road before speaking again.

“Thank you from me as well, hunter.”

“It was just a job,” Abe said with a shrug. Not a typical one, he’d admit, but these days he wasn’t sure what counted as ‘typical’ anymore. “I didn’t even have to do that much, but don’t tell him that.”

“Still, I apologize for wailing at you earlier. I know that it is not a pleasant sound, but…” She paused, her inhuman eyes staring a little too intently into Abe’s face for his liking. “Death seems to shadow your steps, hunter, even if it never seems to touch you.”

“Yeah, like this is the first time I’ve heard that one.” Abe tried to sound nonchalant, despite the pang at her words. She couldn’t know how true they felt some days.

“I feel I should warn you to be careful. There is something terrible coming, if you stay on your current path.”

“Do you mean the road back to the village, or…?”

Abe was only half joking, but the banshee just stared at him with something that looked close to sadness before turning and walking away.

He thought he would have preferred it if she just stuck to the wailing, all things considered.

Back at the cheap room he’d rented in the village, Abe took off his coat and hat, tossing both aside with a groan before sitting down on the foot of the narrow, rickety bed which gave a groan of its own. He stretched and hissed at a few aches and pains from his other recent jobs which hadn’t been as simple as standing around in a field to arrange a meeting. There was the griffin in the clocktower, that basilisk down by the coast—or had that been the circus who thought they could actually hire him to get their selkie back? It all started to blend together, the utter nonsense of it all, mixed with the rare moment when he would be pulled in to deal with a real monster, that exhilarating blend of terror and the thrill of the hunt.

A thrill that soon faded, leaving him here in a room identical to all the others, along with his pain and a paycheck. And so very, very tired.

Abe sighed, rubbing his bleary eyes with the back of his hand, and looked for the bottle he had left himself earlier only for his eyes to land on the elaborate invitation resting on top of its envelope where he had tossed it aside.

You’ve been cordially invited to Poker Night at Markiplier Manor.

Just a small get together, Mark had insisted the other night when he pressed the invitation into Abe’s hand. Dinner and some games with his most trusted friends, and Abe had barely managed to keep a straight face at being described like that before telling Mark he had another client already lined up and waiting for him. This close to the city, to the memories of what happened the last time he was here, left him wanting to get out before he did something stupid. Like give too much thought to how easy it would be to stop by their office, check in and see how they were doing this close to the full moon—

“Oh, come on, Abe,” Mark had said, his tone wheedling. “I know the life of a monster hunter is busy and no doubt glamorous, but perhaps you could spare a day or two for some time off and, dare I say it, a bit of fun? Life is for the living, so live a little!”

Abe had brushed him off with a noncommittal “see what I can do,” but now, sitting here and looking at the invitation with the banshee’s words still in his head, the thought of stepping away from it all and taking some time to relax and unwind sounded more than a little tempting.

Maybe a party was just the thing he needed.

((End of Part 1. Hoping to post a chapter a day until it’s done, but we’ll see.

Link to Part 2.

Tagging: @silver-owl413 @skyewardlight @withjust-a-bite @blackaquokat @catgirlwarrior @neverisadork @luna1350 @oh-so-creepy @weirdfoxalley @95fangirl @lilalovesinternet-l @thepoolofthedead @a-bit-dapper @randomartdudette @geekymushroom @cactipresident @hotcocoachia @purple-anxiety-blog @shyinspiredartist @avispate @missksketch ))

#markiplier #fanfiction #wkm au #monster hunter au #werewolf au #wkm abe #wkm mark #wkm district attorney #the banshee's warning #don't trust the cow #Abe's almost visited the DA like 17 times now

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hotsexydorks · 4 years

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On the other hand, I bet Deputy Hale stopped Liam for speeding. Had the boy get out of his car, only for Derek’s eyes to get caught on Liam's massive bulge. Until, before he knows it, Derek’s under Liam’s thrall, watching the boy’s cock swing as he's given orders. Until Derek's naked, slacks to his ankles, cock jutting out and leaking profusely onto the ground as he fingers his hole open. Squealing when Master's finally inside him, come splattering the road as onlookers watch from the road

Pendulum 2: Derek/Liam

“Yeah I got it Mom. I’ll be home by dinner, don't worry. I was just hanging out with Scott for a while after school. He was helping me.” Liam smirked. It was true he had just been hanging out with Scott and he was helping him. He just didn’t say what he was helping him with.

Right now his Alpha was probably finishing up his shower and heading home. His balls were full and swinging lowly. After all it wasn’t any fun if he got to cum whenever he wanted. No Liam liked the power and the control. Scott was his play thing after all.

Scott wouldn’t be able to get off no matter how hard he wanted until Liam gave him permission. Which Liam had been saving for a special occasion. He just hadn’t figured out what that would be just yet.

“Alright sweetie. Make sure to say thank you to Scott for helping you. He’s such a good boy.”

“I will Mom. Don’t worry.”

Glancing up Liam looked into his rear view mirror, catching the sight of a squad car pulling up behind him. After all, pulling in and stopping in the middle of the road wasn’t exactly the safest thing to do.

“Gotta go Mom!”

Liam hung up the phone and looked in the mirror at himself, pulling some of his hair back to fix its place while the officer walked up. He got a look at the man’s side profile of his ass and licked his lips. Those uniforms always did wonders for their asses.

“Does there seem to be a problem officer?” He looked up from his rolled down window straight up at the man’s face.

Derek was in control over everything until that moment. From the second he had pulled over and until he reached the window was all his own doing. But once he got a glimpse of what was actually in the car he was lost. His eyes glazed over, a smile growing on his face when he saw it. Cock.

Just like Scott it was the sight of Liam’s cock that was strong enough for him to be pulled under from something as small as that. With Derek it had worked a bit stronger than with Scott. His own Alpha had been his test subject after all. Finding ways to make it stronger was important.

Unlike Scott, Derek didn’t need the swinging motion and progressive sinking. Instead it was instantaneous for him. One look down at Liam’s naked body in the car and he was gone. Back to being a play thing for his master again.

“Yes Sir. My cunt is hungry for your cock. Please sir, fuck me with your big cock again.”

Taking his cock in his own hand and stroking it. Liam grinned up at Derek and looked him up and down as his slut had returned.

“Well if you want my cock slut. Then you know what you need to do.” Liam told him , his teeth showing from his side grin. Nodding his head towards the hood of his car Liam sat back and got comfortable. Ready to enjoy the show.

With one swift movement Derek took his hand away from the car and walked in front of it. His body started to sway and move like he was dancing in an invisible club. To music that only he could hear.

His hands ran across his body. Feeling the sun’s heat over him and the barrier of the uniform constricting him. The first to go were the buttons on his shirt. Slowly, one by one, he popped each button from the holes all while his eye contact was kept on his master in the car.

With Derek’s buttons all popped his shirt hung open only held by the tails he had tucked into his belt this morning. But that didn’t last for long. With two easy clicks Derek dropped his holster belt and let it hit the floor. The sandy coloured pants were next.

There was a knowing smirk on his face as he pulled them down. Exposing his briefs that he had been wearing underneath. It didn’t take more than that for Derek to jump on the hood of the car , facing away from Liam as he arched his back and started to shake his ass in the younger’s face. Looking back with a smile that only showed how pleased he was with himself.

Liam had been impressed with how much control and response that Derek seemed to still have in this state. Any more and he felt like he was on the verge of having anyone ready to fully live their new lives as his slut. But that was a plan for another time. Right now he had a willing slut in front of him.

Derek’s ass wasn’t shaking for long. It was only a short while between dancing on the hood and pulling his underwear down. Freeing his bouncing ass and exposing it to the air.

“Hmmm, please sir… Fuck my cunt. I need you to fill me up again..”

The little show that Derek had been putting on had garnered him a crowd. The pair weren’t exactly hidden to be fair but it was far enough that they were out of the way at least not on the main road. Liam didn’t want his slut being out there too much, just yet.

“Oooo!!!” Derek moaned loudly as his fingers pushed into his hole spreading his ass and starting to finger himself for Liam and now the crowd.

Liam could see the onlookers starting to realise what the dark haired hunk was doing. Some even taking things into their own hands. Literally.

Derek’s fingers rocked into himself. His hard cock leaking and dripping onto the bonnet of the car. The stud was moaning and drooling from his own need. With his chest pushed down Derek’s ass was in the air and his back arched while he rode back on his fingers.

His body showing off just how slutty the man was, of course he was having a little help but it was him. Liam was smirking at the show with his own hand over his cock , stroking it and playing with himself in anticipation for the main event.

Derek’s own pleasure was all that was running through his mind at the time, even the collection of men that were watching from the side weren’t even a bud of a thought to him. All he focused on, all he wanted, was the feeling of Liam’s big cock again. His master’s dick ramming into him again and again like he had dreamt about every night since he was last blessed by him.

Since he was facing away from him Derek hadn’t noticed Liam jerking himself off to the site, or the videos that the cars dash cams were taking. Recording the whole thing. From Derek stripping in front of the car to now where he was slamming as many fingers as he could fit into his hole moaning out in pleasure, his mind growing numb with lust.

If it wasn’t already apparent the video just provided all the proof there needed to be. Long gone was the virtuous, grumpy man that they all knew, instead under Liam’s influence he was nothing more than a sex obsessed himbo. An entirely different person being shown with just a little coaxing from the younger’s cock, and it was perfect.

Liam stepped out of the car. Naked still as he had been since the beginning, his rock hard cock sticking out and wet from precum after enjoying the little show.

“Alright slutty cop, time for what you’ve been waiting for.”

Derek lifted his head again to stare right at his Master and his cock. His heart beat pounded in his chest from the sight of it alone. All his good work and his effort hadn’t been for nothing. This was what he had been waiting for, what he had been begging for all this time.

“Thank you Sir!!” He squealed out in joy and excitement. Scrambling down he dropped his ass down on the hood of the car. Derek slid his body down and lifted his legs back, putting himself in the perfect position for Liam. Lining up the thick cock to his hole Derek moaned through his bitten lip.

He was impatient, needy, and loose. Usually Liam would have chastised him for it, but since he was in a good mood because of the slut’s good results he let it slide this time. Besides it would have been a waste of a good hole. Derek had lined him up perfectly after all. Not only had he been positioned in the perfect place but Derek had spent all that time making sure that his hole was ready and open for him. It wasn’t an easy task keeping Derek’s hungry hole satiated, that was something Liam knew all too well.

No, he wasn’t pulling away. Instead Liam’s hips surged forward with enough force that his cock sunk into Derek’s hole in one strong broad thrust. It seemed Derek’s work had paid off. After all part of his training was making sure his hole would be ready to be filled at any time.

Liam wasted no time in fucking his slut’s hole. His cock moving smoothly through Derek’s well trained ass. The man’s usual poker face scowl was replaced with wide eyes and a dumb smile that had his tongue all but sticking out. Drool went down Derek’s chin as let out loud moans of pleasure mixed with what seemed like to Liam as laughter.

The slut was actually laughing and enjoying this more than Liam thought he would. But even that slight surprise wasn’t enough to stop him. Nothing was stopping him before he got a chance to breed Derek’s ass. His body moving in a majestic rhythm. Balls slapping loudly against the man’s ass. All of it was just as hypnotic for Derek.

Being fucked by Liam’s thick cock, the feeling of his full balls bouncing with each thrust, and the spreading numbness that invaded his brain. All of it was pleasure, all of it was bliss, and all he wanted was more. Derek’s moaning and the view that they were giving was enough for their onlookers. Now he had a proper audience of a handful of perverts, all jerking off with themselves off with their own hands and licking their lips at the sight. But the Deputy wasn’t finished. No far from it. His sounds grew louder and more shameless.

If his guttural sounds weren’t enough of a tell tale sign Derek’s words were. “I’m cumming!! Mmhmm p-pleassseee. Cummming…” They were followed by the unmistakable sounds of an orgasm, but it was only to be expected. With a cock as big as his Master’s it was only normal he would cum on it without a care in the world as his thoughts were filled with cock.

Derek’s load covered his chest and coated over his skin. The last bit of his cum dribbling out from his swinging cock as Liam fucked more out of the drooling slut.

Liam’s cock was being treated like a king. Even while Derek’s senses were pounded away by the younger, his hole continued to worship Liam’s cock. Surrounding him in the tight, warm heat he could feel his body working to milk his cock for everything it was worth. Pushing him out and pulling him back in all with just his muscle control.

Seeing how Derek had progressed was showing Liam the benefits of not just turning them into blank dolls. As much fun as he was having with Scott’s lifeless body a responsive self deprecating slut was so much better.

Liam grunted as his thrusts pounded deep into Derek’s ass. His movements were shallow and hard, his body pushing hard enough that the car was shaking with every smack. Rocking from side to side from the younger’s own power alone. Even after Liam had just loaded up one Alpha’s hole earlier he was more than ready to do it again to his other Alpha slut.

The blond’s balls were pulling up and still managed to swing about with his movements. Each slap against Derek’s ass making the satisfying sound ring out in the open air. His hands had been placed on the Alpha’s legs, holding them back and making sure that the other’s thick thighs stayed held back during it all. After all Derek had been oh so kind to spread his round cheeks for his Master’s cock.

It wasn’t much longer now for Liam. As Derek moaned underneath him, his body milking the cock as much as he could, Liam even had some sweat starting to form on his brow and back from how much he was putting into fuck his slutty turned wolf.

“Fuckk. Take it all.” Pleasure shot through him as he filled up the dark haired man with his cum. Hot and thick. Rushing to cover every bit of Derek it could find.

Liam panted softly relishing in the afterglow of his orgasm. The breeze gently brushed past him, cooling down his body after fucking Derek’s hole. The deputy on the other hand wasn’t as passive. Still lying on the hood of the car Derek had one hand playing at his hole where he was stretched around Liam’s cock and the other was rubbing the messy cum into his skin. Spreading it around his abs and his chest. Clinging to his chest hair and hiding the evidence all over his body.

“Now you know what to do whore.” Liam said grabbing the base of his cock to shake inside the other.

Derek nodded with an open satiated smile. “Yes Sir.. I’m going to shove in my special butt plug and get dressed and go back to my desk at the station like nothing has happened.”

“Good boy, and ?” He probed for more from him.

“Oh! And once I get back I’ll go to the bathrooms and make sure I send my Master pictures of me being a good boy with my plug still inside him. Keeping all of your precious cum safe.” The quick head nod told him all he needed to know. That this slut was truly and completely his now.

Liam quickly pulled his cock from Derek’s used hole and reached into his car. Taking out the plug he handed it to the older male who wordlessly shoved it deep into his hole. The small moan not going unnoticed by the two.

It had seemed as if their spectators were satisfied as well. Phones put away, and hands taken out of pants once again.

Liam took his clothes out of the back seat of the car. He didn’t care if there were men that were watching him. With a cock and body like his it didn’t matter who saw him naked. For Liam all it did was fill him with pride and also offer him a chance to scour over the crowds for any new sluts out there for him to take as his next victim.

One the chime of the hour Liam’s phone buzzed, texts coming in.

‘ Make sure you’re home in time for dinner! And could you also pick up some milk on the way home? Someone seems to have drunk it all.

Mom’

Liam scoffed as he zipped up his pants texting his mother that he’d get some. It wasn’t his fault he was still a growing teen. Just like how sluts needed his cock Liam still needed to grow.

Looking down back to the squad car Liam could see Derek already walking back to his car. “Thanks for the help Derek!” He waved and smiled at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Next time, Liam, make sure you use your GPS. You’ve lived here long enough to know your way around.” Derek scoffed at Liam. Putting his arm on the roof of the car he shook his head looking down. “Just make sure you get home safe alright?” Derek got in the car taking a note that he needed to have a word with Scott about his beta’s sense of direction. Even after Liam pulled out and drove off it took Derek a second or two to fidget in his seat to get comfortable, there was just something that felt out of place.

#Anonymous #Derek #Liam #scribbles #story sunday #prompt

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hoewedeshummels · 4 years

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also you knew i was gonna ask this but max n lando :3cc

i did not but here we go fam 🤘🥺🤘

1) who is the most affectionate?

i’m gonna say the both of them are pretty affectionate with each other, they both have moods where they get super over-affectionate but in general it’s lando. he’s usually the one always reaching for max, saying the softest shit and wanting to cuddle.

2) big spoon/little spoon

they alternate - sometimes it depends on the night or the mood but in general max loves being the little spoon ok. there’s something in being held by lando that he craves.

3) most common argument?

trivial things? like laundry, tidying up, doing the dishes - they usually take turns but always forget whose turn it is and they argue over it. also is it cliché if i say racing causes frustration? not argumentative levels but it definitely adds friction.

4) favourite non-sexual activity?

playing video games together, streaming together, anything along those lines.

5) who is mostly likely to carry the other?

oh! max carries lando hands down, usually lando gets piggybacks from max but there is the very, very odd occasion when lando falls asleep on the couch and max carries him to bed.

6) what is their favourite feature of their partner’s?

max loves lando’s hair, he’s constantly reaching for it - tangling his fingers in his hair, twirling his fingers around the longer curls. even if when lando sleeps his hair usually tickles max’s face when he sleeps - he loves it. lando loves max’s hands, he’s always reaching to hold his hand when they’re together, if they’re watching tv or even eating, if there’s a way for lando to hold max’s hand - he finds it.

7) what’s the first thing that changes when they realise they have feelings for the other?

i want to say not a lot? i feel like it’s almost such a smooth transition that it’s a case of “how didn’t we see this coming?” and they both find it pretty funny, teasing the other about their feelings but also they try and savour the feelings in their chests and their stomachs because past all the fun, light fun they have - they really like each other.

8) nicknames? and if so, how did they originate?

I feel like they’re very unoriginal with nicknames once they start dating - neither of them hate being called babe so it sticks.

9) who worries the most?

max. neither of them tend to overthink a lot and are very much “what happened happened” and they pretty much move on after that but out of the both of them... max would be the more worrisome.

10) who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

max because lando always orders the same thing. it’s not that hard.

11) who tops?

max. moving on!

12) who initiates kisses?

lando. again with how affectionate he is, he always craves kissing max, wants to pull him towards him and share a kiss or seven.

13) who reaches for the other’s hand first?

lando because of how much he loves max’s hands.

14) who kisses the hardest?

max! idk, he’s very into trying to convey all of his feelings through actions over trying to coherently put them into words.

15) who wakes up first?

lando. he can survive on less sleep even if there’s only a couple years between them, he can go to bed later but still wake up earlier.

16) who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

max, always. if he doesn’t have to be somewhere he’s the type to wrap himself up in the blankets more and savour lazy mornings (he still tries to get away with it even if he has to go somewhere).

17) who says I love you first?

lando! but i feel as though it’s a happy accident, he’s probably rambling about something mindless and next thing he’s just saying “i love you” before moving on, and then he stops and realises and it’s a moment of quiet before the sentiment is returned. it’s not a huge deal, they both know their feelings.

18) who leaves little notes in the other’s lunch? (bonus: what do it usually say?)

max because it’s an excuse to leave notes with really stupid or really dirty jokes that he knows are going to end up with lando nearly crying/laughing when he reads them.

19) who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

lando! solely because all of his family are going to be a lot more accepting immediately so it’s not said as a huge deal moreso “this is my boyfriend, we’re dating and happy.”

20) what do their family/friends think of their relationship?

it’s all positive! they see pretty quickly how happy they make each other by just a few interactions and everybody seems to be in the agreement that they’re really good for the other.

21) who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

lando... i mean, come on. he would easily try and distract max by flailing his limbs around trying to make him laugh. i can’t see either of them doing it seriously but definitely more of a distraction technique idk.

22) who cooks more/who is the better at cooking?

it’s close but max! if they do actually cook then max does it. lando tries but i’m almost certain there’s been a kitchen disaster or twelve.

23) who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

both! both of them! i accept no criticism, they sometimes just have moments where they try and make the other laugh with pick up lines, they use them in texts and just love trying to outdo each other.

24) who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

max 100%. lando has the worst poker face and will start turning red or start laughing and max takes complete advantage.

25) who needs more assurance?

i’m going to say max. some days are just bad and max looks to lando for something, a couple of words or even just a look... sometimes it can be small and he doesn’t particularly like to ask for it but he gets it either way.

26) what would be their theme song?

super max... no i’m kidding. but honestly thanks for answering this question - take on me, a-ha.

27) who would sing their child back to sleep?

max, he probably sings lullabies in dutch to the lil kiddo

28) what do they do when they’re away from each other?

talk to each other whenever they can. texting, calling, whenever they think they’re going to get a spare five minutes they try and talk to the other. they probably send each other messages (or memes, shush) for the other to come back to. they’re just always thinking about the other and it soothes them being away from each other.

29) one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart?

max has a fuck tonne of internalised homophobia and it makes some days super hard in their relationship, even though he’s happy and their relationship is strong - growing up with something like this can impact you strongly and it makes for tough days when they’re both negatively emotionally impacted.

30) one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

they’re the most fun-loving couple, they never take each other too seriously unless they have to and they’re the epitome of dating your best friend.

#lando norris #max verstappen #i now remember why i never do these because they take forever #yee haw #m.asks

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Foxy Summer Birthday Bash Day 2: Birthday Celebration

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Renee grabbed Allison’s hand and squeezed it before smiling softly in the way that made Allison’s heart do somersaults. “It’ll be fun,” she promised.

“What if I said I just wanted to stay in for my birthday?” Allison asked, smirking.

“I’d say you're full of shit,” Dan replied without missing a beat from where she was sitting across from them. Renee hid her laugh behind her cup of coffee while Allison made a show of rolling her eyes. “You always post about you wish you were spending the night out on your birthday,” Dan pushed, “and now you finally can.” Allison pursed her lips and thought for a moment.

“Fine,” she said finally, “the three of us are going clubbing for my birthday.” Dan started beaming, and Renee leaned over to kiss Allison on the cheek.

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The trio walked up to Eden’s Twilight, already able to hear the bass pumping from the exterior. Even though it was a weekday, there was still a suspicious lack of even a single person in line outside. Both Dan and Renee seemed unfazed, but Allison squinted, obviously unsure.

“This place seems deserted,” Allison said, frowning. “Maybe we should go somewhere else.”

“Are you kidding me?” Dan replied, “we just paid a fuckload for parking. We’re at least staying here for a while.” Allison huffed indignantly but kept her mouth shut. The bouncer let the girls in without carding them, which Allison found mildly offensive. She most definitely did not look that old, and neither did her friends.

The trio walked into the saddest looking club they had ever seen. Everything was immaculately clean, and behind a fully stocked bar sat a perfectly capable looking bartender, but that was it. The girls were the only clubbers in the entire building. Allison pulled out her phone to check the time.

“It’s not early, and the only importance of today is that I was born, so where the hell is everyone?” Allison turned to the blonde girl holding her hand, who was simply smiling expectantly. Allison opened her mouth, but before she could get a word out, all hell broke loose.

Six Division I athletes jumped out from behind the bar. Some screamed “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” while the other half screamed “SURPRISE!” which resulted in simply garbled yet overly enthusiastic yelling. Nicky also had a rather loud party popper that streamed confetti all over the place.

“You motherfuckers,” Allison whispered, but she was grinning like an idiot. Quickly she spun on Renee. “This was your idea, wasn’t it?”

Renee simply smiled knowingly, then leaned down to kiss Allison.

“While that is definitely an upgrade from watching straight people,” Nicky began, “I was promised drinks and partying, so that better be happening.” Allison elegantly flipped him off as she walked up the bar. She went straight the bartender, who had made himself busy far away from the commotion of the other fools behind the bar.

She leaned in close and said, “I want to get fucking wasted.”

Nicky whooped loudly from somewhere behind her, and the bartender went to work straight away. Renee looked at him sympathetically the foxes started calling out their orders simultaneously, although Allison did notice that Andrew’s crew stayed quiet.

Before long, everyone but Renee was tipsy and the obscenely loud music boosted their energy even more. Matt was rotating between picking up Neil and picking up Dan and attempting to throw them, both of whom protested loudly when his shenanigans resulted in spilled drinks. Nicky felt it necessary to film this, despite Neil's protests, “to send a video to Erik”.

After another couple rounds of drinks, the nine foxes were making enough noise for an entire club full of people. Dan and Allison were singing Poker Face extremely loudly and off-key while Renee discreetly filmed them from the side and Matt cheered them on. A red-faced Neil was, rather unsuccessfully, trying to coax Andrew into singing a song with him. Closer to the bar, Aaron was knocking back shot after shot while silently judging the merry karaoke enthusiasts. Nicky was grinning wildly, his phone in hand as Kevin screamed about how the Ravens were going to be a joke next season and how they could all shove it up their asses.

Despite Renee’s objections, Allison sauntered over to the bar to get yet another round of drinks. She was on her way to deliver them when they all somehow ended up on the floor. This tragedy brought Kevin almost to tears, as he seemed totally unaware of the fact that he could just turn his seat around and order another drink himself. Allison’s clumsiness also caused Neil to start giggling uncontrollably, and even Andrew’s lips quirked up slightly. Both Allison and Nicky quickly moved to take a picture of him, but they were only able to capture a middle finger obscuring most of his face. Renee started saying something to Allison, but her mind was too addled to make any sense of her words. She dimly registered being lifted, but at that point, exhaustion was already taking over.

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Allison groaned as someone’s phone ringing woke her up. Her head pounded and her tongue felt dead in her mouth, so she didn’t even bother trying to speak and ask who’s phone was going so crazy. She finally processed her surroundings: she was sprawled on a couch in a house she had never seen before, Dan next to her. She noticed that Matt was curled on the floor. Down the hall, she thought she saw two bedroom doors ajar where the others presumably were sleeping.

She heard Dan muttering something as she finally woke and started fumbling through her pockets. As Dan continued her search, Matt woke beside them and both Neil and Kevin came out of the bedrooms with looks of varying pain on their faces to investigate the noise, the other three following close behind. Renee walked out of the kitchen, cups of tea in hand, as Dan located her phone with an accomplished “AHA!” She answered it on speaker, which most likely saved her eardrum.

“What on EARTH is wrong with all of you?” The entire team flinched at Wymack’s yelling.

“It’s too early in the morning for yelling, coach,” Matt replied blearily.

“It’s not early for me,” Coach replied. “I’ve been up since God knows when dealing with your shit! Does anyone want to explain to me why there are dozens of videos of all of you getting wasted on the internet?”

“Come on, Coach,” Nicky tried, “it can’t be that bad.” Wymack’s sigh was audible even through Dan’s phone, and Allison practically saw him rolling his eyes.

“Hemmick, you posted a video of Aaron knocking back multiple shots in quick succession with the caption ‘art at it’s finest’.” Nicky pulled out his phone to check the validity of their Coach’s claims and pulled a face when he saw what was on his social media.

“Shit,”

“‘Shit’ is right,” Wymack replied. “I’ve been doing damage control for you fools for hours. You all are going to be running so many laps once practices start up again.” All of the foxes groaned loudly; the thought of doing any sort of physical activity when all of them could barely walk was terrifying. “Get back here and we’ll be talking about filming when all of you are partying. For now, try not to pass out again.” As Wymack hung up, Renee started passing around the tea she had made, and the others gratefully accepted.

“We’re all so screwed,” Matt groaned.

“Yeah, we are,” Allison agreed, “but it was worth it.” Renee smiled widely and kissed Allison on the cheek.

“Happy birthday, beautiful.”

#aftg #all for the game #aftg fic #renison #Allison Reynolds #tfc #the foxhole court #renee walker #neil josten #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #dan wilds #kevin day #mine/post #mine/writing #matt boyd #psu foxes #foxy summer birthday bash

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