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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 6 days

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If it’s alright, I have a question about Vil and Epel’s relationship. I understand that the accent changing plot line is just a cultural politeness thing that didn’t carry over outside of Japan, but the other parts of changing Epel’s behavior don’t quite make sense.

Why exactly is Epel being forced to call macarons his favorite food? And act very soft-spoken? I can’t see how these fit in with the politeness aspect of the table manners, no abrasive language, etc. It just doesn’t give a very good impression, especially in combination with the unfortunate implication of giving Epel a Southern accent for the “change your accent” plot point.

Before I get to responding to the questions posed by this ask, allow me to explain for those who may not be familiar with this controversy! This is so we can all go into reading this post from the same starting point.

I've made titles to denote the explanation of background knowledge and to denote responding to the questions actually asked to me! If you're already familiar with the Vil-Epel-accent debacle then feel free to skip the first section!

Disclaimer: I’m speaking on these concepts as I personally understand them. However, I am not a native Japanese speaker so I’d advise that you consult additional resources with a better understanding of the language and culture. Two resources I enjoy are Yuurei and MysteryShopTLs, who have both also addressed Epel’s accent and how it was localized.

The Accent, EN vs JP

It’s well-known that Epel is a character with a heavy accent who has been explicitly told by Vil, his dorm leader, to alter the way he speaks. In EN, Epel speaks with what appears to be a southern (as in, “from the southern United States”) accent. Therefore, when Vil tells him to stop speaking in the accent, it feels as though Vil is shaming him for his southern roots and culture. This has also led to fans (especially of the EN-only sphere) thinking that Vil believes Epel’s accent is “unrefined” and “makes him sound uncouth/uneducated”, which is why Vil tells Epel to cover it up. I have even received asks conveying as much in the past (here is one example).

In the original JP, Epel speaks in a way that does not closely resemble any real-world Japanese dialect but rather a blend of them. If you ask a native Japanese speaker, they would likely tell you that it is difficult to understand what Epel is saying and that it sounds as though he is speaking rudely or too casually. People could genuinely take offense to the accent because it can be mistaken as something else entirely. This is obviously very different than the real-world accent (which many people can still understand and wouldn’t perceive as rude) that Epel was localized to have. The decision to give him a southern accent, then, does not completely carry over its original JP connotations into EN.

What remains the same in both EN and JP is the reason Vil provides for telling Epel to adjust the way he communicates. As he says in EN, “Speak properly" to which Epel immediately assumes the command comes from a place of elitism/classism and Vil thinking Epel's manner of speaking is beneath him. Vil responds with, "Stop misinterpreting my instructions. I have nothing against your home or its dialect. What I object to is your attitude. Being proud of your home is all well and good, but there is a time and a place for that. The way you address your superiors is entirely unacceptable." (Keep in mind that before this, Epel was the one instigating a fight with Vil and subsequently got his ass whooped for disrespecting an upperclassman. As the victor, he declares that Epel must do as he says--that's the "culture" of NRC. The weak obey the strong, so if Epel wants to do whatever he wants, then Vil challenges him to beat Epel in a fight. Until then, the loser must obey the winner. Epel agrees to these conditions.) This may be a little hard for western English speakers to wrap their heads around, but MANY Asian countries, Japan included, run on a hierarchical system which is embedded even into their languages. Japanese, for example, has honorifics to denote the relationship between the speaker and the listener, as well as variations on the same word depending on the context ("boku", "ore", "watashi", "atashi", etc. are all valid ways to refer to oneself, "onii-san", "onii-sama", "aniki", "kyodai", etc. are all ways to refer to a brother, whether blood-related or not). In some cases, it's considered rude to call others by their first name unless you know them well, and even then it's not common to see a first name without an honorific. This is not as strictly adhered to in English, which is perhaps where a cultural disconnect occurs. What Vil is referring to in his instructions to Epel is what is known in the world of linguistics as "code switching", or changing how one communicates to suit the situation. Part of code switching is changing one's "register", or the level of formality you use. So for example, I could use a colloquial/casual register when I speak with my friends, but I may shift to a more polite and formal register when I speak with my professors, a boss, or an older relative. Vil, then, is critiquing Epel for not speaking politely to his seniors (something which is expected in Japanese culture, but not expected among those in similar grade levels in western cultures).

In the Harveston Sledathon event, we get to venture to Epel's hometown and hear how the locals speak. Indeed, we get more instances of people who speak in the same way Epel does. It's the Harveston dialect, which is so distinctive that it basically sounds like a whole different language. (There are also languages like this in real life; consider Mandarin and Cantonese; technically they are both "Chinese" but Mandarin and Cantonese speakers would not be able to comprehend one another even if they use the same written language). However, it's notable that Marja (Epel's grandmother) and the mayor of Harveston are able to code switch flawlessly into a more standardized tongue. They explain that this is a skill they have developed because it helps in communicating with tourists/visitors to the village and for whenever they travel to the nearby city to sell their wares. This reinforces Vil's point that there is a "time and place" for certain ways of speaking, which Epel needs to consider.

Macarons and Soft-Spokeness

Accent thing aside, some English-speaking fans take issue with Vil's stern treatment of Epel, particularly in instances in which Vil seems to be exerting significant control over his underclassman's behaviors. (Japanese-speaking fans largely do not hold the same sentiment.) Examples of this include Vil forcing Epel to state that his favorite food is macarons, as well as making Epel present as soft-spoken even when he's just among his peers. I will now be addressing both of these points. TO BE CLEAR, I am NOT trying to defend Vil but rather I'm just going to speculate about why the circumstances are the way that they are and/or why perceptions of his attitude may differ.

Starting with macarons! It is stated in Epel's official profile and by Epel himself in his Birthday Boy vignettes that his favorite food is yakiniku (Japanese grilled meat). However, macarons are also listed as his favorite food, and this is notable because he's the only character with two foods listed instead of just one. In the aforementioned Birthday Boy vignettes, Epel is quick to qualify his love of meats with, "Well, I do have one thing I like even more. It's, ah, macarons." When asked what he likes about them, he says, "They're... cute. And sweet! And they come in lots of different flavors." His voice here sounds hesitant, so it's not clear whether he's being entirely honest or not. He even admits in a whisper that, "[Macarons] are not very filling, but still." Epel again complains about macarons being good but not very filling when he has some in the City of Flowers/Fleur City. To this, Azul asks, "Why do you look so unimpressed, Epel? I thought macarons were your favorite food. [...] But was my intel mistaken? Would you prefer something with a stronger flavor profile?" Epel insists he is fine, and Azul responds with, "Excellent, then my intel bears out." This creates some confusion over whether Epel actually likes macarons or not. I doubt that the information Azul has on others is inaccurate. Plus, Epel states of his own free will to the player (who is interviewing him) that he also likes macarons. This leads me to believe that while Epel doesn't outright hate macarons, he does like them alright (but still prefers grilled meat more). The only thing he seems to have an issue with is how unsubstantial macarons are as a food item.

Now... why does Vil make him state that macarons are his favorite food instead of grilled meat? It's sort of touched on in Epel's Ceremonial Robes vignettes. In them, Vil chides Epel for his poor table manners and asks him to state his favorite food. Epel responds with grilled meat/barbeque, which earns him a smack from his dorm leader. (Vil actually smacks Epel multiple times in these vignettes as punishment, which ended up being another source of ire in the English-speaking part of the fandom; such a thing is more common in Asia and its media, so it's not seen as too outrageous in Japan.) "Do my ears deceive me?" Vil says. "I could've sworn I heard a word unfit to be spoken in this noble dorm. I will ask you again. As a student of Pomefiore–a dorm founded upon the tenacity of the Fairest Queen–what is your favorite food?" From this dialogue, it can be surmised that Vil's reasoning for drilling the macarons in as Epel's favorite food is because it is something that is more befitting of the regal "image" of the Fairest Queen and the dorm made in her honor. Vil seems to regard grilled meat as an inelegant food which does not suit the Fairest Queen nor Pomefiore.

The second thing the asker brought up is Epel's soft-spokeness. I guess I'm a little confused by this??? Soft-spokeness is a part of being polite; it ties back to volume control (ie "indoor voice" being softer than "outdoor voice"). I also don't recall a specific instance of Vil chastising Epel for NOT being soft-spoken at all times. He allows Epel to be loud sometimes and raises his voice himself. I feel like volume is not something that Vil harps on as much as other things like cursing or speaking politely to the correct authority figures (unless, of course, volume is important to the level of politeness required for the current conversation). I could be wrong on this though, so please let me know if you know of any specific instances of Vil being mad about Epel speaking loudly that I may have missed! What I do find odd is how... consistently (?) Epel tries to keep polite even when Vil is not around to monitor him. When Vil and Epel first met, Vil makes it clear that there is a "time and place" for Epel's accent, and it's not when addressing seniors. So... by the logic, shouldn't Vil be okay with Epel acting more relaxed or rowdy around first years or more casual settings in general? Why does Epel need to maintain the facade of being polite even when not in the presence of his superiors? Why does Epel seem to even act fearful about word of his misbehavior/rudeness getting back to his dorm leader and even make others swear they won't divulge the incidents to Vil?

One theory I'll propose is the entirety of book 5. Vil was insistent then on having Epel in the NRC Tribe. He wanted to weaponize Epel's cuteness, which he believed could compete with his long-time rival, Neige. This probably fed into Vil's demands for Epel to appear and act dainty and innocent, traits which Neige effortlessly possesses. Vil literally even refers to Epel as his "Poison Apple" that will help him defeat Neige. After book 5, Vil seems to have eased up on his rigidity. However, I will caution that this explanation may or may not align well with vignettes and/or event stories, which do not always work in a cohesive timeline with the main story.

Perhaps a more all-encompassing explanation is... this is probably because Vil is just very strict about how his dorm members present themselves at all times, since they are expansions of Pomefiore and of himself as the leader. Both the macarons and Epel's attitude are reflections of the dorm he (a celebrity who is very aware of the public eyes on him + his reputation) is affiliated with, and Vil won't have them poorly represented. He is the dorm leader, so he has the "right" to rule and impose his ideals as he sees fit. It's a similar situation to Riddle forcing the Heartslabyul students to follow silly, nonsensical rules (because they're tradition) or risk a scolding or a beheading. And again, Epel is following along because (as established in book 5), he has agreed to submit to Vil’s orders until he beats Vil in combat.

At the end of the day, I don't think Epel being forced to call macarons his favorite food is a huge deal. Is anything that big lost in claiming you like something that isn't your actual favorite food? It's not like Vil is forcing Epel to claim he likes eating something that would actually harm him (like, if Epel had an almond allergy or something).

What's more dubious is how VIl governs Epel's attitude and temperament at seemingly all times (to the point of eliciting some apprehension from Epel). Given the most generous reading, maybe it's Vil's way of teaching Epel maturity and how to keep his voice down since Epel had zero of it and acted loudly brazen when he first enrolled. It doesn't help Epel if he's quiet and well-mannered in very limited social situations; it has to be "generalized" or expand to other scenarios for Vil's lessons to truly be instilled in him. (Like... what would happen if Vil DIDN'T hold Epel in check? His classmates would not be able to understand Epel's speech, and he might get into trouble by picking fights with others.) This is a life skill that Epel lacks, unlike his grandma and the Harveston mayor, and Vil's teaching it to him via "tough love" (though whether you approve of his methods or not is up to interpretation). Recall that Vil also teaches Epel to embrace femininity as its own strength and to disregard outdated gender norms--this could be considered another "lesson". I doubt that anything Vil imposes is done maliciously, but rather comes from a place of wanting others to be better and to shine their brightest, even if that path is difficult or painful. Epel, as the rebel in this circumstance, of course does not enjoy being told what to do and misbehaves in small ways. There’s a limit on how much he can misbehave though, as it would hurt his pride to be reminded of his failure to one-up Vil. He's like a kid that doesn't want to be caught cussing or acting out by his parent. It can be seen as immaturity and an unwillingness to change or to grow up, but it can also be seen as someone who wants to freely be able to express themselves or to be their "truest" self. Epel is rowdy and headstrong, and it's difficult for him to repress these parts of himself. Given the least generous reading, Vil is oppressing and stifling Epel in many ways that extend beyond what his dorm leader position should reasonably allow him to do. In fact, a popular fan translation for book 5 is "The Beautiful Oppressor", as Vil is frequently shown limiting the liberties of his NRC Tribe members during their training arc, not just Epel's.

Which is the truth here? Why do those in the English side of the fandom decry Vil's actions and side with Epel whereas the Japanese side see little issue with this?

I wager that this predominantly comes down to, again, cultural differences. Many English-speaking fans are based in the west (particularly the USA and Canada, where the EN servers first launched), places which emphasize individuality and self-expression. Of course they would be more likely to take Epel's side, as he's the one trying to be himself and stand out in his own way. Meanwhile collectivism--an ideology which stresses conformity with a group--dominates in the east. They are more likely to see no problems with Vil's actions because, to them, he is acting in the ways he is to "guide" Epel and show him how to best "fit in" with Pomefiore and at NRC. I believe the whole "being soft-spoken" thing also ties back to cultural differences; speaking loudly is something else that can be considered rude in Japan, so it's entirely possible that Vil encouraging Epel to be soft-spoken is another element of politeness that did not translate well to English (as the western world tends to be much louder and more animated in their conversations).

What it boils down to is that the way Vil and Epel's relationship was written did not work well for a western audience, whose values and perspective is VERY different from the original audience TWST had. It appeals far more to a Japanese fanbase than a western one, and has resulted in many misunderstandings or anger about Vil's character because of this.

I'm not sure if I managed to adequately explain everything, but I hope that this at least helps you to see from a different perspective!!

#twst #twisted wonderland #Vil Schoenheit #Epel Felmier #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #harveston sledathon spoilers #Marja Felmier #notes from the writing raven #question #book 5 spoilers #twst en #twisted wonderland en #Neige LeBlanche #Azul Ashengrotto

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minispidey · 8 months

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steven grant is so pathetic i need to suck him DRY, would let him cum down my throat and id still be bobbing and gawking

BESTIE ME TOO overstimulation with Steven omfg i just need him to whine and cry.

GAWK GAWK 3000.

Steven Grant x reader.

Warnings: just gobble gobble on his dieck, , sub!Steven, begging, whimpering, overstimulation, wrong grammar (english is not my first language)

MINORS DNI

Steven gasps softly as he feels your warm breath against his sensitive flesh, his body shivering with anticipation. He bites his lip, unable to contain a soft moan that escapes his lips. The combination of your dominant presence and the intimate act sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

"D'you want my mouth around your cock, hm? Come on, honey... don't be shy and beg." you smirked at him in his pathetic state. Steven's cheeks flush deep crimson as he hears your command. His submissive nature comes to the forefront, and he takes a deep breath, gathering his courage "Please, love..." he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability "I-I'm begging you, please, love, I need you badly... " his voice trembled.

As you continued to tease him with your tongue, Steven's hands clenched the sheets beneath him, his body arching in response to the sensations.

You smirked as you complied with Steven's plea, taking him into your mouth and wrapping your lips around his throbbing length. The taste of him, the heat and the texture, ignited your senses, and you began to suck him with a deliberate rhythm, your tongue swirling and teasing along his sensitive skin.

"Fuck..." Steven's moans filled the room. You continued to move your mouth along his shaft, taking him deeper with each stroke, savoring the weight and the feel of him against your tongue.

The warmth and wetness of your mouth enveloped him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

Lost in the moment, Steven's head fell back, his eyes closed as he surrendered himself to you. The sounds of his moans filled the room "Love— fuck, love..." he whimpered.

With each skilled movement of your mouth, Steven's moans intensified, his body growing more sensitive to your touch.

His hand found its way to your hair, gently guiding you. The sight of you, fully immersed in pleasuring him, only fueled his desire. His body arched off the bed, seeking more of the incredible sensations you were providing, making you gag on his cock.

Steven's breathing became ragged, his hips moving in rhythm with your mouth, desperately seeking release. He was on the edge of ecstasy "Oh, god... don't stop." he gasped, his voice filled with need and desire.

"Gonna cum, love... gonna cum..." he whined as he bucked his hips up. With a final flick of your tongue and an increase in suction, you pushed him over that precipice, eliciting a deep, guttural moan from Steven as he found release in down your throat.

You continued to suck and gently stroke him as he rode out the waves of his orgasm "Love, slow down. I-I came— fuck!" Steven gasped, throwing his head back.

"Honey no more... too much..." you ignored his pleads and continued on sucking the daylights out of him.

"Gonna— fuck... gonna cum again if you keep— fuck!"

Cum spurted out into your tongue a few minutes later, moaning at the salty taste. You spat on his tip, mixing your spit with his cum and kept spreading it.

Still whimpering, Steven held your hand "Sweetheart... no more..." as he began to soften in your mouth, you released him with a soft pop, a smug smile playing on your lips. Saliva sat on the base of his cock, making you smile more "Aw, that feel good, Stevie?" you giggled as you placed a kiss on his shaft.

"Yes... yes... thank you, love..." he breathed out.

"Don't thank me yet. We're not done, honey."

#steven grant #moon knight smut #moon knight #steven grant smut #minispidey requests #oscar isaac

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hawkflame999 · 29 days

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Ninjago Secrecy AU

So in this AU, it’s basically the same as canon, EXCEPT, the ninja stay secret.

it's not JUST their identities. It’s also their literal existence and history.

FSM didn’t want humans, who often misunderstood and killed Yōkai-kind, to know about the Elementals. So he kept himself secret, his two sons secret, and the people he’d later choose to become the first human-ish Elementals secret. Those people were street orphans and abused kids he’d rescued from other humans.

Elementals have basically been behind the scenes (and doing illegal stuff like underage driving) for several millennia, they’ve managed to keep secret all this time and continue to do so in this AU.

When something big comes, like the Great Devourer, the ninja fix it but there’s only eyewitnesses and no camera footage and most of the time they somehow aren’t seen by humans.

Or Jay causes a blackout to make things harder for them to be seen.

Oh, yeah. And Elementals aren’t sure if they’re Humans with powers, something between Yōkai and Humans, or just full-blown Yōkai.

They just don’t know, but they have the senses of Yōkai and they can see very well in the dark- they also have a keen sense of smell, they can follow trails. And their eyes glow, but they can control the glow when they need to. Among other things, like feeling vibrations.

Elementals also have feral instincts, though they can ignore those instincts and act human when the circumstances demand it. Lloyd, his father, and uncle all have Dragoni features like in my Headcanon #1, and they're the most feral.

If you saw my HC about the Elemental Bond, that applies here too.

The Elementals just tell people who ask that they’re a clan. They’re kind of common amongst the Realms, and to help the ninja, their clan is tiny, and sort of IS a clan, just a special one.

Said clans that do exist either live off the land or live modernly now but they all started back in old times, and they keep touch and all nowadays.

The Serpentine often receives a similar reception that Yōkai get, just less than that, so they don’t give the game up- they keep silent about the ninja.

After meeting the ninja, the Formlings, the Geckles and the Munce, and others were asked to and agreed to keep quiet about the Elementals. So does Vania, (idk how that part of Master of the Mountain works but yeah).

In the AU, other Yōkai, (Kitsune, Kappas, Tanukis, Bakenekos, ect.) are more apparent and present in this, and even most of them don’t know about the ninjas, just a few friends know.

The Elementals frequently attack and ambush Yōkai Hunters, and free the trapped Yōkai.

There’s also more mountains around the Monastery, it’s a literal mountain range, and many Yōkai live in them. Years ago they all combined their magic to create a barrier, so humans can’t get in (they just get turned around and all,) unless they’re led, and it's really hard for someone to just find their way in, but it happens occasionally.

IN THIS AU, THE SIX SEE EACH OTHER AS SIBLINGS, EXCEPT MAYBE JAY AND NYA, I CAN'T DECIDE.

Arin knows about the ninja ONLY because he’s from a village near the mountain of the Monastery, and his family is one of the few that the ninja trusted with the knowledge of their existence, because one of Arin’s ancestors, a few generations back, accidentally found a way into the mountains, and got caught in a storm, so the ninja of the time saved him.

Also all the Elementals speak Yōkai. It’s their second language, and their first language is Japanese, English is their third language.

Yeah, that’s it really.

AND IF YOU HAVE AND QUESTIONS, FEEL FREE TO ASK!

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anon-karasu · 2 months

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Catastrophic Candles

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Summary: Mc gifts each of the demon brothers a catastrophic candle for Valentine’s Day.

Category: Other/ Headcanons

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Language: English

Relationship(s): Demon Brothers & Main Character, Demon Brothers/ Main Character

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Main Character

Additional Tags: catastrophic candles, Valentine’s Day, some suggestive content, magic imbued candles, aphrodisiac effect from candles, no gender specified for Mc, gender neutral Mc, no beta, headcanons

AO3

FFN

Catastrophic Candles

[Happy Valentine’s Day]

You were walking down the cobbled streets of the Devildom when a large, pink sign in the window of Majolish caught your eye.

You retraced your steps until you were standing in front of the window where you saw a vast amount of red, pink and lilac candles neatly displayed with red and pink heart shaped balloons and rose petals.

Your eyes trailed up towards the sign instead.

Limited Edition Catastrophic Candles!

New Mystery Variety!

Valentine's Day Sale: 25% Off!

You smiled to yourself as you recalled the effects of the catastrophic candles last time you gifted them to everyone and couldn't help but wonder what surprises the new variety would have in store as you entered Majolish.

You couldn't wait to give him the catastrophic candle.

Lucifer:

As always, this demon's pride swells when you give him gifts, not that he would be willing to admit that too loudly though.

"This is a pleasant surprise. Thank you, Mc."

Lucifer gave you an appreciative smile and a small nod as he accepted the gift from you with promises to return the favour in abundance.

Later that night, Lucifer was toasting the completion of his work and Valentine's Day by indulging himself with a glass of demonus infused with golden hellfire newt syrup while he listened to his favourite cursed records alone in his study when the candle that you had gifted him caught his eye.

“It would be a shame not to light it," he reasoned with himself as he set his glass of demonus down on the table to pick up the candle instead, and took the candle out of its packaging before he then lit the wick.

It was only as Lucifer sank back into one of the armchairs with his demonus and felt the magic of the candle take effect that he realised his mistake as he was overcome with a strong sense of desire, making him begin to feel hot and bothered.

He usually wasn't bothered by the effects of catastrophic candles or golden hellfire newt syrup, at least not enough to act upon the impulses that they came with so easily anyway, but they proved to be quite a potent combination.

He ran his hands through his hair, loosened his tie and unfastened the top few buttons of his shirt in hopes that this might help ease his sudden frustration.

It took all of Lucifer's willpower to keep himself in check, that was until he heard a soft knock on his office door.

"You may enter," Lucifer called out after he tried to straighten out his dishevelled state as quickly as he could.

You slowly opened the door and peered inside, having made a steaming mug of coffee for Lucifer after you had grown worried that Lucifer was still working late into the night.

Your eyes trailed over Lucifer's unkempt appearance before you finally spotted the bottle of golden hellfire newt syrup beside the bottle of demonus and the flame flickering on the wick of the catastrophic candle on the table by the armchair.

"I thought you might want some coffee to keep you doing... " you spoke in a slow voice as you pieced everything together.

He remained still and silent for a few moments and watched as you stood in the doorway, he felt his heartbeat accelerate as even just a glance at you made his desire grow by leaps and bounds.

He quickly rose to his feet and turned to face you as he beckoned you to come closer.

You complied with his silent request and crossed over the threshold into Lucifer's study, only for the prideful demon to close the distance between you in a few impatient strides before he closed the door behind you as he leant in close until he was eye level with you.

You felt your back press up against the door the further he learnt in towards you, and watched as a devilish smirk grew on Lucifer's lips.

“That was quite a bold gift," Lucifer chuckled as he gently lifted your chin to turn your face up towards his before he then moved closer to whisper into your ear, "I do hope that you're prepared for the consequences, Mc, because I won't be letting you leave my side tonight."

Mammon:

Mammon's eyes instantly lit up with excitement the moment you gave him the catastrophic candle as a gift.

You watched as Mammon let out a delightful chuckle as he turned the candle over in his hands and examined it closely.

"Of course ya would get The Great Mammon a Valentine's Day gift," Mammon grinned brightly, "I am your first, after all!"

Mammon was torn between showing off his gift to his brothers to tease them and hiding away to keep your gift all to himself.

He ultimately decided to return to his bedroom to keep the candle to himself. He placed the candle on the coffee table in front of his sofa and made sure he snapped a picture of the candle to send to his brothers in the House of Lamentation group chat later before he then looked around his room for a box of matches, lit the candle and stood back to admire your gift.

The candle's magic took effect quickly and Mammon was suddenly overwhelmed with a wave of passion and longing that only intensified more and more by the second.

Mammon quickly felt his panic rise too as he rushed to blow out the candle as fast as he could, but his panic only increased when he realised that the effects of the candle were still present even after he had extinguished the flame.

"GAAAAAAAH!"

Mammon began to pace restlessly around his room and ran his hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself as he became more and more flustered by the feelings of passion and longing still lingered.

As he turned to pace his room again, Mammon suddenly saw you standing at his bedroom door, making him give a startled jump with a small yelp.

Seeing you standing in his room didn't help ease the intense feelings that the candle's magic had inflicted upon him, if anything your presence only exacerbated them.

He quickly cleared his throat, brushing off his initial reaction to your presence and putting on a confident voice as he spoke up.

"Ya want somethin', Mc?"

Despite his façade, you weren't fooled. You could definitely see the pink tinge of a blush creeping onto his cheeks and you quickly speculated that it had something to do with the catastrophic candle as you noticed the burnt wick.

You finally spoke up, "I thought I heard you groan in frustration so I came to make sure that you were okay."

“Yeah, I'm fine," Mammon's voice was quick and dismissive, "why wouldn't I be anythin' but fine?"

You gave a small nod and turned to leave, only to feel Mammon suddenly grab your hand, making you turn back towards him.

Mammon swallowed before he spoke again.

"S-say... d'ya have to leave right now?" The blush on Mammon's cheeks deepened as he averted his eyes from you. "I... um... I could kinda do with some company, if ya get what I mean..."

He gave you a gentle pull towards himself as he spoke, wanting nothing more than to keep you as close to himself as possible.

After the ordeal that the catastrophic candle had brought him, Mammon decided to place the candle on a shelf as a keepsake than ever light it again.

Leviathan:

Levi recalled the events of the last time you had given him a catastrophic candle as he closed his bedroom door and examined the candle in his hand.

Although the last candle you had given him had accidentally sent him to sleep, he couldn't help but hope that you had given him the competitive candle this time round.

He unwrapped the candle without paying much attentions to the tag that was attached to the pink and red ribboned cellophane wrap and set the candle down on the small side table beside the bathtub in his bedroom after deciding that this would be the optimal placement to feel the full competitive effects of the candle's magic.

Levi then lit the candle's wick and excitedly sent you a text on his D.D.D, he was eager to start gaming with you as soon as possible. He then threw his D.D.D onto the pillow in his bathtub before he turned his attention to getting console controllers ready for you both to play games together.

As the wick flickered and burned, Levi's excitement rapidly plummeted as he realised the nature of the effect that the candle caused while a sensation of lustful longing overcame him.

Levi scrambled for the pink and red ribbon from the discarded cellophane wrapping and ripped the tag from the ribbon to confirm his fears.

Valentine's Day Limited Edition: Mystery Emotion.

He felt the heat rise to his face as his cheeks turned bright red.

"Damn normie holidays!" Levi hissed under his breath in frustration.

He froze and felt his heart skip a beat as the realisation that he had sent you a text message to invite you to his room dawned upon him.

“No, no, no, no!"

Levi's panic increased as he rushed back over to his bathtub to reach for his D.D.D and frantically began to type out a new text message.

"I can't let Mc come to my room! No way!"

Before he could even send the message to tell you not to come to his room, Levi heard a soft knock on his door, making him freeze in his place as his thumb hovered over the send button while his heart pounded fast and hard in his chest.

He considered remaining silent and pretending that he wasn't in his room, but that idea was quickly dashed as he realised that this wouldn't make sense after he had invited you to his room.

Levi was still in his panic induced state when he heard your voice call through his bedroom door.

“Levi, I'm coming in!"

He didn't know whether to duck and hide or extinguish the candle before you entered the room, and somehow ended up doing both as he threw himself down behind the bathtub and knocked the candle off of the side table with an accidental nudge of his foot.

He felt his hard beating hard and fast in his chest and held his breath as he heard you enter his room.

"Levi...?" You frowned as you spotted him. You stooped down to pick up the candle that was now on the floor and still smoking from the wick as you spoke. "What are you doing down there?"

“A-ah! M-Mc!" Levi forced himself to give a feeble laugh as he looked up at you and slowly sat upright again, he turned his face to hide his flushed expression as he sheepishly held up one of his console controllers. "I... uh... I dropped my controller under the tub..."

He couldn't quite meet your gaze as you played games that day and it wasn't until later that night that you remembered the burnt wick of the candle and realised why.

Satan:

Satan was pleasantly surprised when you sought him out in the kitchen as he was cooking dinner to give him the candle.

His eyes widened a little as he held the candle up to examine it closely before he turned to you with a warm smile that he seemed to reserve for you, and you alone.

“Thank you, Mc. I appreciate it, I'll make sure to get you something special in return."

He made sure to put the candle in his bedroom straight away, feeling more at ease to have the gift that you had given him away from the prying eyes of the other demon brothers, before returning to his duty of making dinner.

Later that night, Satan had stayed up late as he had become enthralled in one of his favourite detective novels.

He put the book down in his lap for a moment as he closed his eyes and rolled his shoulders to ease the stiffness out of them, he hadn't realised how hunched his posture had become as he read.

Satan slowly opened his eyes again and cast his eyes around his dimly lit bedroom until his gaze fell upon the candle that you had gifted him that was currently on his bedside table.

A smile crossed his face as he instantly thought of you.

He could already imagine the ambience of reading by the light of the candle and was eager to feel your warmth through the candle's flame as he resumed his reading.

So he made quick work of lighting the candle before he settled back against the headboard of his bed with a pillow and picked his book up again.

At first, he enjoyed seeing the flame dance in his peripheral vision and definitely felt a serene warmth come over him.

That was until that warmth became an intense heat that quickly turned into what felt like a burning desire that engulfed him.

Satan's breathing became shallow as his grip on the book in his hands tightened and his whole body stiffened.

He then snatched up the tag that had been attached to the candle and read it carefully.

A Catastrophic Candle, his fist clenched around the card tag in his hand, how could I not have realised sooner?

He tried his best to keep his attention and focus on reading, but the magic from the candle only continued to intensify his feelings and his mind soon wandered to you.

“Tch!"

Satan was quickly overwhelmed by the effects of the catastrophic candle and abandoned his resolve as he quickly got to his feet, throwing the book in his hands down on his bed in an uncharacteristically careless manner, before he then left his bedroom and headed through the House of Lamentation until he finally reached your bedroom door.

“Mc?" He called out to you as he knocked on your door and waited until he heard your muffled voice from within before he opened the door and let himself inside.

“Satan?" Your voice was groggy and still thick with sleep as you sat up in your bed with a yawn. "It's so late... did something happen...?"

"I just felt the need to see you," Satan replied as he crossed the room to approach you.

As he moved closer, you could see the blush that tinted his cheeks.

"Would you mind if I stayed by your side and held you tonight, Mc?"

Asmodeus:

Asmo would be lying if he said that he didn't recognise the catastrophic candle almost immediately.

He had seen the special Valentine's Day catastrophic candles trending over Devilgram and had seen videos on Deviltube of other Devildom influencers enthusing about them and advertising them.

You missed the familiarity in his eyes as he saw you extend the candle towards him with a smile.

"Is that a present for me?" Asmo gave a small gasp and placed a hand on his chest as a smile crept across his own face. "Awh, you shouldn't have, Mc!"

He couldn't hide his excitement as he accepted your gift, having seen and heard so much about them, he was eager to get his hands on one to see what all the fuss was about.

After he returned to his bedroom, Asmo wasted no time in setting up the perfect display on his vanity table.

He placed the candle on a silk cloth and angled his D.D.D just right to catch all sides of the candle in the reflection of the mirrors as he sprinkled red and pink rose petals over the candle as he snapped some photos, excited to show his gift from you off on Devilgram. And to the demon brothers' group chat, of course.

Asmo couldn't help but snap a few selfies of himself holding and posing with the catastrophic candle too.

He smiled softly to himself as he finally set the candle down again, found a box of matches that he usually used for his other scented candles and incense, and lit the wick of the catastrophic candle.

While he waited for the candle's magic to take effect, Asmo flicked through the photos and selfies that he had just taken on his D.D.D while his mind began to wander with ideas for how he would repay you for your gift.

A small frown of disappointment crossed his face as he felt no different than usual.

He began to wonder if the excitable comments from the Devildom influencers and trending posts about the candles had been overexaggerated for the sake of boosting sales.

"No matter, I can always appreciate and use the candle from Mc anyw—"

As Asmo moved to extinguish the flame, the magic suddenly hit him.

He could feel his heartbeat rapidly accelerating as he was overcome with an urge to seek you out.

It didn't take long for him to act upon his impulses as he rushed out of his room and wandered through the House of Lamentation, his pace picked up in desperation with every passing second until he finally spotted you washing the dishes in the kitchen.

He approached you as quietly as possible and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind as a smile spread across his face when he felt you give a startled jump.

“A-Asmo?" You glanced back at the demon over your shoulder with a surprised expression.

“That's right, Mc~!" Asmo chimed happily before humming a victory fanfare for you and flashing a grin at you as his arms squeezed you a little tighter.

You couldn't help the smile that played on your lips as you replied to him in the soft voice, "I'm a little busy at the moment."

Asmo gave you a small pout as he heaved a sigh, "you're too busy to pay even just a little bit of attention to the most beautiful demon in the whole Devildom?"

Even with your face turned towards the kitchen sink, he saw your smile widen a little.

"That's what I thought," he chuckled before he lowered his voice to a whisper, "I love your gift by the way."

Beelzebub:

A small frown of confusion crossed Beel's face as he took the candle from your hands and stared down at it.

"Is this for me?"

His frown was quickly replaced with a smile when you nodded your head at him.

"Thanks, Mc."

Beel instantly recognised your gift as a catastrophic candle and recalled the last time you had given him one, it had altered his mind to make him act more like a butler.

He was more optimistic about the effects that the catastrophic candle would have this time though as he took the candle back to his and Belphie's bedroom and lit the wick.

Soon after he had lit the candle, Beel felt a burning drive begin to take over him and felt confident that he had received a catastrophic candle imbued with magic that made him feel competitive and energised.

Beel felt positive that with the help of the candle's magic he would be able to work in a few more sets of weights training into his pre-dinner workout routine to help him build up more of an appetite.

Except the candle's magic seemed to work well... too well.

The longer the candle burned, the more Beel could feel himself becoming worked up to the point that he should have been over exerting himself.

He let out grunts of frustration as each of his movements became more and more forceful to push himself beyond his limits.

He set his weights down and panted for breath as he grabbed a towel to wipe away his sweat.

A frown formed on his lips as he soon realised that the driven feeling he had felt when he lit the candle continued to increase and made him feel more restless despite the strenuous workout.

Without the distraction of his exercising, Beel's mind quickly turned towards you and he felt the heat rise to his cheeks as his thoughts only made his feelings more intense.

Beel's gaze turned towards the catastrophic candle as he quickly realised the true effect of its magic.

He moved closer to it with the intention of extinguishing the flame, but quickly froze in his tracks as a sense of guilt overcame him.

His attention was drawn away from the catastrophic candle as a knocking sound reached his ears before you stepped into his room with an armful of packets of spicy newt chips.

"Hey Beel," you greeted him with a smile, "I thought you could do with a mid-workout snack."

Beel quickly averted his gaze from you and shuffled uncomfortably on the spot.

You noticed the blush on his cheeks that seemed to deepen as you walked towards him with the spicy newt chips.

"Beel?" You tried to call out to him again before your eyes flitted towards the burning candle instead and a look of understanding crossed your face. "Why don't you blow the candle out for now?"

Beel shook his head as he replied with a guilty expression, "if I blow the candle out, I'm not appreciating the gift that you gave me."

"That's not true," you reassured him as you extinguished the candle for him.

Beel gave you a small, grateful nod and was as you then put the packets of spicy newt chips down on his bed before you then turned towards the door and began to cross the room again.

“I'll come and get you when dinner is ready," you gave him a smile as you spoke.

“Wait!" Beel moved towards you to hold your hand, his cheeks turned redder and redder as he looked down at your intertwined fingers. "Can you stay with me a little longer? I can really do with your help if that's okay."

Belphegor:

"Hm?" Belphie tilted his head to one side as you presented the candle to him, his eyes surveyed the candle closely. "Is this a Valentine's Day gift for me?"

A soft smile crossed Belphie's face as you nodded your head before he took the candle from your hands in both of his own, he turned it over in his hands as he inspected the cellophane wrapped candle and the decorative pink and red ribbons.

“Thanks, it's nice." He gave you a small, appreciative nod.

He continued to examine the candle as he headed up towards the attic.

He could tell that there was a slight scent to the candle through the cellophane wrapping that he couldn't quite put his finger on, but he was sure that he could hint a flowery scent such as lavender, rose or jasmine.

Knowing that these were all good scents to help aid sleep, Belphie was eager to get to the attic where he set the candle down on the table beside the bed and lit the wick.

Belphie laid down on the bed with a yawn and turned onto his side.

Another smile crossed his face as he watched the flame flicker and dance on the candle's wick and watched the wax slowly begin to melt for a moment before he slowly closed his eyes and relaxed his body with a deep, content sigh.

Soon the air in the room felt heavy and was filled with the scent of the candle, adding to Belphie's contentment.

He was drifting in and out of consciousness on the cusp of falling asleep when his eyes flew open and his breath hitched with a jolt of his body as a sudden burning sensation of longing ignited within him.

He tried his best to ignore the feelings that were stirring up from within him and forced himself to close his eyes again in an attempt to fall asleep, but the candle continued to burn, the more the magic's effect took hold of him.

He tossed and turned from side to side restlessly, and even grabbed his favourite pillow and hugged it tightly to his chest in hopes that it would help alleviate some of his frustration.

He let out a frustrated groan as he pulled his pillow over his head.

He remained still until he heard the muffled sound of footsteps and the attic door opening.

He slowly lifted the pillow off of his head and rolled over onto his side only for his eyes to find you standing in the doorway.

"Hey, dinner's ready!" You called out to Belphie and then watched as he slowly sat up on the bed.

A small smirk played on his lips as Belphie maintained eye contact with you and patted the bed beside him.

At his silent invitation, you walked across the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, only for Belphie to move in close from behind you before his arms snaked around your waist and he pulled you closer towards him, letting his chin rest on your shoulder.

“That's some pretty potent magic," he murmured into your ear in an amused tone, "that's one of those catastrophic candles, right? Who would've thought that they'd make one with this kind of effect, huh?"

You followed his gaze towards the burning candle on the bedside table as realisation dawned upon you.

Belphie's smirk grew as he spotted your expression of realisation.

"You're not going to leave me in this state... are you, Mc?"

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roses-for-rosalyn · 9 months

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i desperately need dealer!ellie and her sweet girlfriend (who is also totally a stoner (;). maybe if reader went out of town for a while and ran out of weed, so she got some off of a dealer/from a dispensary in that town. then reader gets home and ellie would be (mostly jokingly) horrified by the weed that wasn't hers, and so on :3

(sorry if this does not make sense, english is not my first language and i've never done an ask before so im a bit nervous :])

Rahhh what an amazing idea!! I'm so honored I was your first ask, also don't be nervous to approach my account this is a safe space for anyone darling 💕 Sorry it took so long to respond!!

the people who like my Ellie content come 'ere, this is a treat for you.

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minors dni (please bro)

cw: sprinkle of fluff (haven't had a productive therapy session in a loong time), mutual masterbation sort of, neck kissing, drug use 🍃, established relationship, dealer! Ellie, strap on use (r! receiving), teasing, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, no use of y/n (lmk if I missed anything)

You stand before a familiar rust colored door, contemplating for a moment before you rap your knuckles against the hardwood. You were visiting your girlfriend for the first time in a few weeks–which felt more like a few months. You had gone back home to visit family for a while, and to meet up with some old friends. Naturally being with family was incredibly stressful and you were relieved to be able to return to your girlfriend for multiple reasons: 1) she has weed 2) you were extremely sexually frustrated after being without her for a few weeks 3) you simply missed her company (which you would never explicitly admit to her considering she was a pain in the ass half the time). You had been texting Ellie every day and she never failed to turn the conversation from something wholesome into something incredibly dirty. You would go from talking about your day to shaking, nervous hands trying to type a response without dropping your phone. She could have you aching for her in mere moments simply by stringing together a strategic set of words. It was truly a gift, an oddly specific gift that you were incredibly grateful for when you were separated from her.

You had told her almost everything about your visit. You failed to mention that being with family got so stressful you met up with your old plug from highschool. You only bought like three prerolls, but for some odd reason you felt like you were being unfaithful to your drug dealer girlfriend. It was something so incredibly silly, but the action just felt…weird. She enjoyed being possessive a lot of the time, mostly because it was fun for her (particularly in bed). Someone might flirt with you at a bar and she would take you home and not let you come until you had said you were hers over and over and over. A combination of nerves and excitement invaded your body every time you thought about telling her. You would imagine her reaction and an ache would immediately grow between your legs. But then another side of you wondered if it might actually bother her, and maybe she wouldn’t react that way. It was a gamble and you were unsure if you felt like risking it.

The sound of the door opening disrupts your train of thought. As soon as you see Ellie’s face your worries dissolve, you leap towards her, wrap your arms around her tightly and kiss her. You were both smiling so hard your teeth gently knocked together. You lean back, taking her in, you had missed her perfectly placed freckles and familiar green eyes. You kiss her again and again and again, pecking your lips against hers. She moves away from your lips, cups your face and plants gentle kisses on your forehead, cheeks and nose. You giggle and scrunch up your face at the feeling, your cheeks starting to warm.

She breaks away and rests her forehead against yours, “Hi.” she says breathlessly.

“Hi.” you reply, giggling. “I missed you.”

“I know, I’m an incredibly amazing person to spend time with, anyone with a brain would miss me.” She smirks, almost challenging you to retaliate.

Your eyes narrow, “you know what?’ You scoff, ‘I know you missed me,” a grin forms on your face before you continue, “In fact I have proof of exactly how much you missed me right in my phone.” You lean in, whispering in her ear, “And if you don’t admit it we won’t do anything we talked about while I was away.”

Ellie smiles, “Ok, Ok I missed you,” she looks down, “you and your perfect tits.” You pull away from her and playfully slap her on the shoulder, poorly pretending to be offended–your giggling gave you away. you could tell she meant it when she said she missed you because she was looking at you with such adoration in her eyes you think you might explode.

Ellie finally walks away from you to close and lock the door before gently grabbing you by the hand to lead you to the couch. Her hand is so warm and familiar, you squeeze it softly, savoring the feeling.

She looks back at you, mischief in her eyes “Wanna smoke?” she asks.

“God, I thought you’d never ask.” You smile, giddy as ever. You eagerly sit down on the couch next to her, close enough so the sides of your thighs touch. You were more needy than usual and Ellie took notice.

Your eyes move to the coffee table which has various weed related objects strewn about. Ellie had clearly been smoking a bit before you had gotten here. You watch her hands as she leans over the coffee table and begins to expertly roll and pack a joint with her slender fingers. You get lost in her movements, studying the way her hands move so carefully and purposefully.

She finishes rolling the joint and offers it to you with both her hands, head bowed as if she was bestowing a wondrous gift to you. You giggle at her amusing antics and gently take the blunt from her hands, pinching it between your thumb and pointer finger. Ellie is quick to grab the lighter off the coffee table as you bring it to your lips. You wait for her to burn the tapered end off before wrapping your lips around it and deeply inhaling. Thick smoke fills your mouth, flows into your throat and lungs. The feeling is warm and familiar, ever since you started dating Ellie, smoking stopped burning and started feeling more tingly. It was a sort of comforting feeling- knowing your body would eventually relax and your thoughts would become muted. Your eyes instinctively close as you breathe out, a smile forming on your lips.

“Wow, you really missed smoking huh?” Ellie laughs at your dramatic display.

“Well I didn’t exactly go completely without it, but I missed your shit, this is actually good.” You look down, sigh and take another small hit. You offer the joint back to Ellie and look up at her, trying to read her expression. Her appearance doesn’t give anything away as she takes it from you and takes a long hit. Her eyes stay on yours as she exhales, all you can do is stare back, your eyes frantically searching hers for any hint of anger or jealousy.

“Where’d you get the other shit from?” Her tone is completely flat. “Wasn’t from me was it?” she pinches her eyebrows together, trying to recall if she sent you off with anything.

“No, no. I got really stressed and I was desperate for any type of relief sooo I messaged my old plug from highschool.” You let out a short laugh. Ellie hands the spliff back to you calmly.

“Was it any good?” She tilts her head and watches as you take a long hit before answering.

“Pretty good, but nothing compared to your shit babe.” You smile as you exhale and hand the joint back to her. She takes it and puts it out, her expression remaining scarily blank. She was obviously planning something in that brain of hers.

She hums and nods looking down at the coffee table. She sits up and finally looks at you, pats your thigh and mumbles “come ‘ere.” You do as she says and adjust yourself so you're straddling her. “Cheating on your drug dealer who is also your girlfriend huh?” She shakes her head, “Bad idea.” Her expression turns into a wicked smirk.

You laugh “No I-”

She interrupts, “Uh, uh, I don’t want to hear any excuses.”

“But I-”

“You’ll have to make it up to me princess.” Her voice lowers, a suggestive tone lacing it. The way she said it, dominance dripping from her words sent butterflies straight to your cunt.

“Whatever you want, Ellie.” you say in your most submissive voice, hoping it will convince her to take mercy on you. You know she’s gonna make you ache tonight one way or another. She smirks and kisses you. She opens up your mouth with her tongue, the kiss this time was different; it was hungrier, her tongue roughly massages against yours and she groans at the feeling. You move your hands down to the hem of her sweatshirt and tug. You break away for a moment to throw her sweatshirt across the room leaving her in a white tank top. She grabs the hem of your t-shirt and does the same, leaving you bare for her.

You hadn’t worn a bra in anticipation for tonight and it definitely paid off. Ellie wasn’t expecting it and stared for a moment, your nipples beginning to harden from being exposed to the cool air in her apartment. You can’t help but giggle at her ogling, but the giggle is quickly cut off once she latches her mouth onto your sensitive nipple. Her warm tongue swirls around your hard bud and you gasp at the feeling, threading your fingers into her hair. She brings up one of her hands to begin playing with the other breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between her thumb and index finger. The feeling was even more intense from the weed, her actions sent arousal straight to your cunt. She takes her time, licking and sucking until she’s satisfied. You're a panting mess after mere moments, mumbling breathless obscenities as she has her way with you. She moves to the other nipple and you have begun grinding against her to try and relieve the ache that had now grown painful between your legs. She removes her mouth, before moving up your body. She kisses along your clavicle taking her time, sucking and licking as she moves. She made her way to your neck and latched on to the sensitive skin causing you to moan. She is slow and methodical, purposefully trying to mark you up. You didn’t mind, you kind of liked the bruises she would leave behind. Your heightened senses deliciously exaggerate the feeling of her warm tongue on your skin, while also making the ache in your cunt almost unbearable considering everything was sensitive.

“Ellie please.” you whimper, wanting her to do anything to satiate your sore cunt.

“Please what, Princess?” She asks between kisses.

“Ellie” you whine out, frustrated beyond belief. She hums and grabs your thighs, wrapping them around her waist, then your arms to wrap them around her neck before standing up and walking you both to the bedroom. She continues teasing you with her tongue, touching you everywhere, but where you need her. She lowers you down to sit on the edge of the bed and you break away from her to back into the middle and lay down. She raises her eyebrows at your eagerness, but crawls on top of you and kisses you, her tongue intertwining with yours, her leg in between yours rising higher and higher… before she pulls back. You frown and tilt your head in confusion.

Ellie smirks and raises her eyebrows, “Oh, you thought I was gonna make this easy?” She lets out a dry laugh at your desperation. She finds it cute, but not cute enough to give in and give you what you want.

“But I just got back-”

“And what did you do while you were gone?” She tilts her head questioning you. “You gave me a reason to make this difficult for you,” she answers her own question before leaning in so close you can feel her breath tickle the shell of your ear and whispers, “And you know how much I love an excuse to make things difficult for you.” The bass of her voice invertebrates through your body sending tingles down your spine.

“F-fine,” You try to sound confident, but she has you in pieces underneath her. “What do you want?” At your question Ellie sits up kneeling over you.

“Get up.” You sit up slowly as she gets off the bed and you follow. You stand in front of her, chest heaving from arousal, eyes shining with desperation and Ellie almost scraps her whole plan for the night. She grabs the hem of your shorts and gently lowers them past your hips, letting them slip to the floor. She does the same with your underwear, all the while you stand still, allowing her to have her way with you. Ellie unbuttons her jeans and lowers them to the floor, her tank top following. You can’t help but stare, her sports bra doesn’t do much to conceal her hardened nipples, her toned abs and arms practically made you drool. She rests her hands on your hips and takes a moment to admire your bare body. “So beautiful, baby.” Ellie breathes out before planting a gentle kiss to your shoulder. You smile at her and she smiles back, then she walks towards the head of the bed, grabbing one of the pillows and putting it in the middle of the bed. You're confused until she gestures for you to sit on the bed. Oh.

You crawl on to the bed and straddle the pillow, facing the head of the bed. Ellie moves to the top of the bed, gently grabs your hips and encourages you to lower down on to the pillow, you put your hands on top of hers and start to sink down. Once your sensitive clit contacts the soft fabric of the pillow you let out a small gasp. Subconsciously, you start rocking back and forth on the pillow, so needy and overstimulated you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your eyes start to close from the delicious pressure on your clit.

“That’s it princess, just like that.” You let out a little whine and continue rutting against the pillow, chasing relief. After a moment you realized the pillow wasn’t going to be enough, you needed more. You move your hand from Ellies and start to bring it down between your legs. She grabs your hand and tuts “uh, uh you’re going to move just like this,” She nods to you, “until I say. Not any faster, not any slower.”

“But-”

“You didn’t seem to want me enough,” She shrugs, “so I’m gonna make you need me.” You let out a quiet moan at her words. She was intoxicating when she was like this, you loved it and hated it at the same time.

Ellie lets go of your hips and you do as she says, keeping a steady rhythm against the pillow. Once she watches you for a moment she leans back onto the pillows one leg bent, the other straightened out in front of her. And she just…watches, staring you right in the eyes, she doesn’t plan on touching you or helping you in any way. Fine if she was going to watch, you were going to give her a show. A show good enough to get her to give in–hopefully. You begin letting out little whines and gasps as you move fluidly against the pillow. You maintain eye contact as you let your moans build, your clit being teased from the fabric. She groans “Keep moving just like that Princess.” Your eyes follow Ellie’s hand as it slowly starts to move between her legs, palming at her clothed cunt.

The action immediately sent a wave of arousal to your needy pussy. “Ffuck, Ellie.” you whine out, letting your head fall back and eyes close. Your moans grow a little louder, pleasure slowly building in your stomach. You look back at Ellie, her chest is heaving as her hand moves a little faster against the fabric of her underwear. She is looking down, watching you fuck the pillow, both of you longing for the pillow to be Ellie. You decide to boldly move one of your hands to your breast, cupping and massaging the soft skin. She doesn’t protest, only watches you in awe. You could tell she was on the verge of giving in. You start moving your fingers around your nipple teasing the sensitive bud, before pinching and rolling it between your fingers. You moan loudly at the sensation and begin to move faster against the pillow. Ellie gets up quickly and grabs her strap from the night stand. You let out a sigh and halt your motions, feeling relief flow through your body.

Ellie looks back at you “Did I say you could stop?”

“N-no but-” You stop talking once Ellie tilts her head, silently challenging you. You start moving again, whining a little bit at the feeling of your sore clit rubbing against the soft fabric. You watch as Ellie adjusts the harness. Taking her time to secure it, you would almost be pissed off if you had any room for any emotion besides complete and utter desperation.

Finally Ellie moves behind you on the bed, she caresses your shoulders, moving her hands up and down and kisses the side of your neck. You are still desperately humping the pillow as she said, waiting desperately for her to say the word. “Ellie please.” The desperation in your voice is pathetic, but you were reduced to a puddle from her literal torture.

“Come and then I’ll let you stop.” She whispers in your ear.

“Ellie I can’t, it’s not enough I need more please.” She moves her hands to your breasts and begins cupping and massaging the tender skin. Once she starts teasing your overstimulated nipples your head falls back on her shoulder and you moan her name. She starts sucking and kissing your neck and that was all you needed. The pleasure in your stomach finally started to build to a peak. You start rutting your hips faster, chasing your high.

“Come for me baby.” Ellie breathes into your ear. At her words your orgasm hits you, your pleasure coming to a satisfying peak after the relentless teasing. You buck against the pillow over and over, riding out your climax. “Good girl.” Ellie says as she continues teasing your nipples. When you start to come down Ellie immediately guides you so your upper body is laying against the bed, still straddling the pillow. She grabs the pillow and puts it underneath your hips, giving her a perfect view of your swollen, dripping cunt. You suddenly feel her fingers running up your slit, gathering your arousal, before shoving two fingers inside your soaked cunt. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, tightening around her fingers. “So perfect for me baby.” Ellie says before starting to move her fingers, curling them up against that perfect spongy spot inside of you. You moan as she moves her fingers in and out of you perfectly. She removes her fingers from you and you feel her begin to guide it against your soaked pussy, nudging your clit as she moves her hips forward. You moan into the sheets as she moves her hips back and forth a few times, grazing your clit each time. The strap was coated in your juices after mere moments. You were almost dripping down your thighs, clenching around nothing as Ellie teased you. She massaged the silicone cock, coating it with your arousal, before teasing your entrance with the very tip. You groan as it stretches your tight cunt. She moves slowly, opening you up with the thick black cock.

“Oh god.” you moan as she moves deeper into you.

“Relax for me baby. You can take it.” Ellie assures you. You relax, allowing her to sink all the way into your tight cunt. You whimper as she bottoms out, feeling a painfully pleasurable pressure in your pussy. She grabs your wrists and holds them together with one hand and places the other on your hip. She starts to fuck you mercilessly, not giving you any time to adjust, forcing a pathetic “fuckfuckfuck.” out of your swollen lips. Ellie begins grunting at every thrust from the effort, but keeps her pace. The harness was rubbing against her clit perfectly, her ache being soothed as well as yours.

“God I fuckin missed this pussy baby, missed using you however I wanted like this.” You moan at her words, you loved it when she used you however she wanted. “Such a good girl for me.” She begins moving faster, getting lost in her pleasure. She uses her grip on your wrists to pull her cock deeper into you, causing you to moan at every thrust. Ellie could tell you were already close.

“You can come as many times as you want, princess, but I’m not stopping until I’m done.” You started to come undone, your orgasm ripping through you as Ellie fucks you through it. Waves of pleasure wash over you and you moan so loudly, you are sure the neighbors heard, hell maybe the whole neighborhood. You start to come down, but Ellie doesn’t let up, you whine as she continues to pound into your overstimulated cunt. You whine out her name and she reaches under you to lift you upwards, your body flush against hers. She slowly moves her hand down your stomach, you can tell what she’s doing “Ellie I can’t-”

She pauses, “You can take it, give me one more baby.” You nod and she moves her hand to your clit and starts rubbing it in small controlled circles. She uses her other hand to tease your nipples and you’re already close again, muttering obscenities and letting your head rest on her shoulder. Ellie begins panting and moaning in your ear as she thrusts into you, reaching her high as well. Her hips start moving sloppily and she breathes out “Come for me.” before coming undone herself. You let go, your moans syncing with Ellie’s as her thrusts become slower and less controlled. Your body completely submerges into your pleasure, your hips rocking back into Ellie’s mindlessly. You can barely hold yourself up any more as pleasure washes over you. Ellie holds you against her as you lose your strength. She pulls out of you slowly and lowers you down to sit on your knees as she removes the strap, throwing it to the side. You turn around to face her and smile lazily, she smiles back and kisses you softly. She lowers you onto the bed as she continues kissing you. You collapse into the soft pillows, every bone in your body giving out.

“I missed you.” You barely manage to whisper.

“I missed you too.”

#the last of us #the last of us 2 #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you

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CHAPTER 01

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: pretty much none for this chapter! Just a nice fluffy, protective and sweet chapter :)

A/N: hi everyone! Thank you all so much for your support I received for the prologue chapter I uploaded yesterday. I am really happy and grateful. If you enjoy the story, please let me know. I'm always looking for advice. English isn't my first language so please be patient :))

Also, I saw other people use taglists for accounts, I'm not 100% how it works, but if anyone would be interested I will try to figure it out.

Please take care of yourself. I love you.

Words count: 3385

Prologue:

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"Hyung? Hello?"

"Hm? What's up? Are you guys on your way? Jin is starting to stress out 'bout it."

His voice sounded calm, not worried one bit. It was obvious he was most definitely sitting by the fireplace, reading some poetry book. Kook got him one not too long ago as a thank-you gift, and before leaving with Yoongi, Jimin did notice it laying on the couch.

The youngest loved and respected his pack alpha, so showing gratitude in any way was very close to his heart. A simple plant for a nice camping-trip-hike Joon planned for them wasn't too unusual, a new pair of limited edition sneakers was granted, or a nice book of poetry, bought at the seasonal book fairs he sneakily visited, so the alpha would be surprised.

Of course, Jungkook often spoiled all of his other pack members, but among the pack, it was quite usual to buy Namjoon occasional small gifts. After all, he was keeping them well-kept, safe, warm, and fed.

Sure, they all may be alphas, suited to take care of themselves, and they did, but sometimes handing off the lead and worries to him was just too tempting. They needed to rent a house for a weekend stay in a different country? Joon would by no means even allow them to try and do it. The pack wants to buy ice-cream? Yes, he will go on and order it for the group, making sure to not forget any of the complicated toppings and flavor combinations.

Namjoon still had occasional mishaps, accidentally breaking new tableware, another controller, or losing his keys over and over, but his pack never took it too wrongly and knew of all the good he brought to them. It always outweighed the clumsiness.

"Yea hyung, we are on our way to the car right now, but-"

It didn't take him too long to notice that Jimin's voice was softer than usual, and even without being able to smell his scent, he was able to sense a sort of worrying undertone.

While he could start firing out questions right away, it wasn't his first day dealing with any issues involving his younger packmates. Everything could be sorted calmly in pretty much every situation, and he was a big believer of that fact. Though when he heard a whimper in the background of the call, he too grew worried. He sat up, putting the small book away. Unconsciously, he paid attention to everyone in the house at the moment; Jin's smell was in the kitchen, the occasional sizzling of oil and pots heard, Taehyung's scent upstairs, a bit too far for him to be able to sense what exactly he was doing, noting of Hobi's bright smell in his studio downstairs, and Jungkook's, also on the bottom-floor gym.

"Jimin-ah? What is it?" He didn't sound too overly concerned, even if he was quite worried. He didn't hear Chim sound so stressed in some time for sure. It was quite usual for the pack alpha's to try to bring peace to the pack, always have a rational mind and calm any agitation and anxiety.

Listening closely, only a bit of shuffling and fumbling noises could be heard.

"Um..- we met an omega..-"

A longer pause continued, and a faint voice of Yoongi in the background. He didn't hear him speaking so softly in a very long time, making Joon's eyebrows furrow only deeper.

"An omega? Are they okay?"

"No, hyung, something is really wrong..- her scent, she is really, really anxious for some reason-"

"Did you try to settle her? She could have entered omega space; you have to be really careful with that. Where are you right now? I'll come there to help."

"Yoongi hyung said it's the best for us to just take her home to us right now; we just got into the car and are leaving the parking lot now." Jimin said with the faint sound of the motor in the background.

"Alright, that's okay. I'll tell others. It's better for her to be somewhere with only a few specific scents than the mix of ones that belong to the group of strangers. Is she crying?" His question was followed by a soft sound of fabric moving. A shorter pause and then a yes.

Sighing, Namjoon stood up and started to make his way towards the kitchen. Jin looked up but didn't say anything after seeing him calling, and continued cutting up a few onions. Opening one of the top cabinets, he took out an essential oil often used for newly presented alphas for when their nose suddenly got bit too sensitive with the heightened smell. It wasn't uncommon for betas or omegas to use such oils or scented candles either, though.

"Poor cub. Just make sure you drive safe, okay? I'll try to get some things ready for her to nest with; that should help. Hyung is still cooking, but it should be done soon, did you buy the batteries for Tae and Koo?"

"Yea, we did, don't worry. We got some more stuff from that new game store for them too, but you'll see at home. Thank you, we will be there in about.. 10 minutes? I think?"

"Alright. Be careful, talk to you later."

Ending the call and folding his phone into his jeans pocket, the pack alpha looked towards his eldest hyung, who was already staring at him with questions written all over his face.

"What is it? I can smell you are worried, Joon."

For a few moments, he didn't answer, still bit too confused about everything. They didn't have an omega at their pack house basically ever.

"At the mall, they found an omega; she must have been really unsettled, so they tried to help. They are taking her here now."

Once again, talking without any noticeable worry in his voice. It was only his scent that carried a slight stench that was offsetting.

"An omega? Where is their pack? We have to notify her pack alpha; this could be serious."

"Yea, I think so too. Can you give her a meal too? We should have enough for one more person, right?"

Jin turned back around to stir the sizzling pan of glass noodles, softly humming.

"Of course, we have more than enough. You should go tell others. I'll go open windows so there is fresh air here, and it's not too scented for her right away."

"Thanks, hyung. I just hope she won't drop, so let's try to prevent that in any way possible."

Agreeing, he left Jin to his thing and started making his way towards the private studios.

Knocking softly on the doors in a short pattern, he didn't wait too long before he opened the entryway. There sat Hoseok, turned towards him. There was an open file on the screen that he was working on for the past few days.

"Hey, what's up?"

Closing the door after him, the pack alpha took a seat on the large black leather couch.

"I just got a call from Jimin; they are on their way back home. They have an omega with them though, they are taking her to the pack house."

Hobi's eyes widened, his mouth opening slightly.

"Really? Why?"

Sitting up slightly, he kept his eyes on Namjoon.

"Minnie said something was really wrong; she was just too unsettled, and they couldn't find her pack I guess either."

"Oh poor thing, they get really stressed in public places; she must have gotten overwhelmed," softly cooing at the thought of a soft, sad, anxious omega. Hobi always had a soft spot for those in need. And from the description, the little omega must be in need for sure.

"Yea, I think so too. Do you have any new blankets and pillows? Or just anything that's unscented still? We have to prepare at least some nesting materials."

"Probably don't have a blanket per se, but I have bought a new hoodie online, so it should be sealed in plastic and unscented. That could help right?"

"For sure, that would be great," smiling, Hobi stood up and took a still unopened carton box. Ripping off the tape and pulling out a white milky plastic package, a paper written note fell onto the ground. Gasping softly, he bent down in the chair. Handing him the package, he looked at the note, smiling softly. "Ah, look, they wrote me a nice note!" his bright heart-shaped smile brightened up Joon's slightly anxious mood immediately.

Chuckling, the man stood up. "They should! You always order so much!" he said as he opened the door to the hallway. "Thanks hyung, they should be here in a few minutes, okay?"

Now turned back towards the screen, he heard a light "Yup!" making him leave the room, closing the door softly. Now on his way towards the gym, the young pack alpha wasn't too worried about the youngest - or any of his pack members in general.

It was a shock for sure, but they were a healthy pack with strong bonds and relationships, and if Yoongi believed it was best to take the omega to their home, then it definitely was that way. They didn't meet a lot of omegas at their company, since they were only allowed to do very few jobs. Omegas required a good, peaceful company of a similar group that was kept constant, and with how many people mingled during the tours and such, it was hard to keep that up.

Sudden omegadrops were then a bit too usual, causing more worries and stress. Really, there were only a minimal amount of omegas in BigHit; it wasn't common for omegas to work in general either. Some packs that were more modern did support the idea, but the traditional ones were used to pretty much taking care of all of their financial needs.

The door of the gym was left slightly open, so Joon knocked to make himself known and entered. Jungkook was leaning against a wall, breathing heavily with a glass of water in hand. His big eyes widened, and he stood up fully, taking a big gulp.

"Hey hyung," breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath, he ran a hand through his long, messy hair.

"Hey Jungkook, Yoongi called me a few minutes ago; they are on their way home right now, but there will be an unsettled omega coming with them too, okay? Something must have gone wrong for her; I think she might drop on them, so they decided taking her to us will be the best right now."

The youngest didn't say much for a few seconds. Placing his glass on the ground, he came closer to his pack alpha, his scent subconsciously wafting out calming pheromones. It was natural for any alpha or beta to try and calm anyone that was just a bit weak and scared. It just happened naturally.

"Omega? They will want to nest then; we should get some stuff ready quickly.."

"Yea, do you have any unscented stuff lying around?" furrowing his eyebrows in thought, Kook closed his eyes thinking. Wiping off sweat from his face with the bottom of his T-shirt, he nodded.

"Yea, I bought new bed sheets; I think they arrived this morning... And I should also have a pillow that isn't scented by any of you, just me if that works?"

"Thanks Koo, that helps a lot. Can you go get it and take it to the guest room upstairs?" Nodding quickly, they both left the gym, Namjoon quickly squeezing his shoulder in approval.

Walking upstairs, the young pack alpha made his way towards the room that Taehyung was in at the moment. Knocking and opening, his packmate was laying on the bed, softly snoring, covered by a few blankets. Coming to his side, he shook his shoulder, waking him up.

"Yah, Taehyung-ah, wake up; it will be dinner soon," the younger slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times. Sighting out, he sat up, rubbing his eyes and hair out of the way.

"..Huh?" was the only thing the tired man could get out, mumbling incoherent words towards the pack alpha. Knowing he won't get far like this, he sent him to the bathroom to freshen up. He will tell him once he is able to take in information.

Closing the door and making his way back downstairs, he looked at the clock, only to see that it was about 15 minutes since the call. Noticing Jin getting the table ready with Hobi, he placed the packaged jumper on the couch, leaving it there. Taking a seat next to it, he decided to wait for the rest of his pack, listening to any noises from outside.

It didn't take too long until he heard the garage door opening and a car in the entryway. The soft sound of the motor turned off soon, and with that, Joon stood up and walked towards the entry door. He could sense Hoseok and Jin watching him do so.

The cold air hit him; it was still snowing outside, and the strong storm didn't seem to be ending anytime soon. While the nice, snowy Christmas was, in his opinion, superior to the wet, muddy one, it could be dangerous when driving. Knowing so, he watched Yoongi walking towards the entrance, his coat already covered in snow after only a few seconds of being outside. One of his hands was behind his back, seemingly clutching the palm of the omega.

Oh, but the small omega.

His breath hitched in his throat when he could smell her - the sweet, peach-like scent mixed with rose blooms was really nice, but it was covered by the stench of a rotting fruit. She was afraid, anxious, and worried, and the alpha inside of him felt the overwhelming need to keep her safe and secure.

Her hair and scarf covered most of her face, her eyes downcast as she clutched Yoongi's right hand, softly pattering behind him through the shoveled pathway. Jimin closed the garage doors and followed soon after.

Yoongi made short eye contact with Namjoon, only to pull the girl closer to the doors. Stepping out of the way, the alpha addressed her scent, sniffing the top of her head slightly - a traditional way to show she was welcome and allowed to come inside of their packhouse. Her big eyes were still filled with tears, playing with his feelings.

„Hello, what's your name?” Bending to see her face better they stood close to the doors while Jimin and Yoongi started to remove their boots and coats, placing away the plastic bags. Lifting up her chin to place it over the nice thick scarf she wore, she opened her soft lips to speak.

„L/N F-F/N..” the omega mumbled softly, sniffling at the end. The pack alpha was tempted to coo loudly, but held back for now.

„Alright, my name is Kim Namjoon, I'm the pack alpha... What happened hm?” She looked away, with her hands in the pocket, unconsciously bearing her neck just the slightest. When he didn't get an answer, he lifted his hand and softly caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

„It's okay, don't worry. We will help, yea? Come on, let's get your coat off and eat some dinner, okay?” only receiving a soft mumbled yea, the small omega shakily started to untie her gray scarf, the pack alpha helping her when she started to fumble with it. Softly petting her hair when he noticed the way her chin shook and how her nose was soft pink, her cheeks and eyes red and slightly swollen.

„There, there. It's okay now.“ he couldn't hold back the soft coo at the end of the sentence, watching closely when she unzipped her jacket, taking it from her and hanging it up on a free hanger. Helping her step out of the untied boots, he placed them close to the heater so they would dry up.

Yoongi poked his head through the door to the living room, looking at the omega for a second. Left in a pair of loose fit pants and a oversized pink hoodie with white socks, standing close to Namjoon seemingly worried just as she was back in the mall.

„Let's go eat now. Is japchae okay kitty? Jin made you a plate already come on.” he watched as her eyes grew wider for a second, big and bright, still glossy with few tears. „It-It's okay al-pha..” she softly mumbled, slowly walking towards his outstretched hand. Once she was close enough, he took her own and softly squeezed before pulling her after him.

Namjoon went after them, noticing the footprints left by her. While he thought it was quite cute with how she pattered after his packmate like a little pup, the thought of her feet being wet and cold pushed his instincts once again.

Leading her through the big living room, and towards the right where a big table was, with already most of the pack members close by, preparing for the meal and helping around. Just as she entered the living room, all 4 heads shot up at her scent.

Jin was the first one to move, placing the glass carafe down on the table and wiping his hands quickly, before he made his way to their direction. While Yoongi was still softly pulling her along, she notably stiffened up and slowed down, pretty much stopping her movements if it weren't for Namjoon softly patting her back, encouraging her to move forward.

„Hi F/N, I'm Seokjin, but you can just call me Jin okay? How are you?” his soft gaze was kept on her as she shuffled in her spot, before answering in a quiet voice. „It's nice to m-meet you Jin... I'm we-ll, thank you..” avoiding his gaze, she let Yoongi once again pull her along towards the seat near the head of the table.

Jumping in, Hobi was quick to pull out her chair, helping her take a seat and softly ruffling her hair. „There you go.. do you like juice? We have um.. I think we have orange and apple, maybe even peach one. Would you like some?” Looking up at the bright, smily man the small girl unsurely nodded, turning her head towards the pack alpha for approval. She didn't want to overstep her boundaries. Smiling with his dimples showing, he nodded easily while he poured himself a glass of water.

Meanwhile Jungkook, already a step further, looked through the fridge. „Yea, we have a really tasty peach one, I think you would like that one,” he said as he pulled out the chilled glass bottle, opening it „it's from a farm that's at the outskirts of Seoul. Here, let me pour you a glass.”

„Look at the back for the ingredients, we should be careful with those.” Said Jimin while he pulled out clean cuttlery from a drawer. Omegas were known to be very sensitive in general with pretty much anything - food, sicknesses, air pressure and temperatures and noise and a lot more. A stomachache was not what they wanted to happen.

Turning the bottle and reading the ingredients, Jimin soon looked over his shoulder and too studied them. Once reading over the four -pure white peach extract, water, sugar and vitamin C, they deemed it safe enough, pouring the meek omega a tall glass.

Thanking and slightly bowing in her seat, she took a small sip, and once her expression seemed a bit lighter and satisfied with the taste, the youngest alpha sighed out, patting her head. Taking a seat opposite to her, next to Hobi, he started to serve himself a plate of japchae.

The omega's plate was already filled long ago by the pack alpha, who handed her his cuttlery, getting himself a different set when he noticed she didn't have any at her place.

Just as she was going to dig in after another approval nod, with Yoongi on her left side, she heard another pair of footsteps. Another man, with slightly damp hair entered the living room, pulling out another chair and taking a seat with his eyes still slightly closed, only to have them shot open suddenly, focused on her.

„Why is the omega crying?”

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hi! not exactly a request but i do wanna ask, whats your process when you're rendering more paint like art? (if that makes sense, English isnt my first language so apologies hdskhsjdbd) i really love how you use the colors and im curious how you do it :0

i’ve been meaning to answer this one for a while so here’s how i painted miku in today’s post (put under the read more because yeah prepare for a long post

i’d also like to preface this by saying that i never follow a set way of doing things, so in terms of what my personal process is like, these are only broad strokes of what i do! sometimes i’ll combine or skip parts entirely, depending on how i feel. also, this is not a tutorial, just how i do things, so please don’t treat it like one :’D this will read like the ‘how to draw an owl’ picture if you do

first, like every artist, i sketch. more specifically, i’m getting an idea of what i want to paint later on. this could be how a scene is set up or in this case, how a character is posed. here i’m not concerned about details or getting everything perfectly, i’m only planning how the thing will be composed. maybe a lot of canvas size changing, or adjusting what miku’s doing (note how busted miku’s right hand looks from all the transforming!) however, i still have to be concerned with how clear the sketch will be to future me, because the sketch won’t be any good if i can’t read what miku’s doing

after that, i lay down a flat gray under the sketch, mainly focusing on giving miku a clear silhouette. this is also a good time to make adjustments to the composition on the fly if i suddenly feel like something can be improved upon, like shortening miku’s left arm from the sketch!

after painting a flat silhouette, i start shading in grayscale, focusing only on lighting. i usually do it in two passes, one for the lightest and darkest tones i’ll use (not black and white) and then a second for midtones to blend them better with the base gray but i forgot to screenshot the result of the first pass 🗿 nevertheless, here is where i can start adding some amount of details. i’m not including any extra accessories yet, just focusing on the base design of the outfit and the character herself (for anyone wanting to draw characters from That Gacha Game, this is how i personally make the process more bearable for myself.) i still use the dark gray to separate where certain details (like the facial features and fingers) begin and end, mainly to make colouring more bearable later.

now here’s where i get the Good Colours. it’s a cheat lol. i put a gradient map layer over the grayscale painting so that there’s a little bit of color to start. some gradient maps can be applied as is, some need the layer settings adjusted to make it look good. this one, for example, is a (free) gradient map set from the csp assets store that needs you to set the layer opacity to 20% and to set the blending mode to color to achieve this result. in general, i tend to pick which gradient map i want to use based on vibes, or basically whether i want the work to be warmer or cooler, colour-wise. but this does do quite a bit of lifting for the colors in my stuff.

and then, finally, i add the colours. i add flat base colours in an overlay layer. at this stage, i’ve made the character silhouette clear enough that i don’t need to refer to the sketch anymore for what miku looks like. also, the gradient map layer does its magic by making the shading a bit more vibrant than it would’ve been without it. after that i paint over with a new layer to add details like the lace.

and then i put some extra shading on top. basically this is where the ‘better lighting’ happens. again, this isn’t a tutorial, so i’m not here to say what each part of the lighting is, but i’ve labeled which layers do which job. in other works where the lighting within a scene is more defined (from a window, from a small crack in the walls, etc) the glow dodge layer may be more opaque and sharper, but since this isn’t a work with that, the lighting was applied using an airbrush. the linear burn layer is also there to make the whole thing darker so the glow dodge doesn’t end up oversaturating miku. i also usually match the lights to the vibe i want, and use a complementary color for the shadows. so here you can see i have warm colors on the glow dodge layer, but light purple on both the linear burn and multiply layer.

and that’s it for the character—here’s a gif showing how each layer adds to miku! (sorry it’s so toasty)

as for the background, depending on the complexity, it may go through a similar process, or if i can settle with flat image backgrounds, i just go for that. it’s ok to use external image materials. i didn’t have a background in mind for this miku in specific, so i got some default csp materials and threw together something

and that’s about a rough overview of what my process for more finished works looks like! again, art is a fluid process so i never specifically stick to certain steps all the time, and you shouldn’t either. i can probably answer why i’d pick this colour over another in one particular work, but it’s something that kinda has to be learned on a grander scale. i think everyone can already feel what colors work with what atmosphere or what setting, even if they can’t immediately explain why. colors and composition do take some level of experimentation to find what works best!

#hatsune miku #vocaloid #piapro studio #doodle #ask #partypoizzon

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Buddy Daddies - Episode 12 - SPOILERS!! The Diner Nest

Let’s take a deeper look at Kazuki’s diner: Diner Nest.

First, the name comes from his last name, which is a combination of the kanji for 来 (kuru - come) and 栖 (su - nest). Another thing to note its interior:

You can tell Kazuki decorated this place. It really fits his style:

Brick, the same type of green overhead lamp, stools, similar types of posters, there are also things like the yellow chairs and plant, which fit with the living room part of their apartment back in Fukuoka. Even the smaller white lights in his apartment room look similar to the larger white lights he has in the diner.

Now, let’s look at the location of Diner Nest. As I mentioned above, there apartment was “back” in Fukuoka, because I’m fairly sure that they are living in Okinawa now. That makes sense. Once Miri was done with daycare, they likely moved. Not only because it was probably safer, but also because it allows for a proper “fresh start.” Also, they wouldn’t be located in the red light district anymore.

While the beach and palm trees are good indicators of them being in Okinawa, an even bigger one, imo, is the use of English everywhere in their establishment and their establishment being a diner. Now, English is often used in Japan, for tourism and because it can look cool. But, Diner Nest has it...absolutely everywhere:

The sign on the door says “OPEN” and “CLOSED,” the blackboard sign inside looks to be written completely in English. That doesn’t look like Japanese at all. On the windows we see “Have A Grateful Day” and something involving coffee.

The mat says, “WELCOME,” and the sign inside the plant has Diner Nest on the top and then what looks like English writing underneath it.

And the fact that their restaurant is specifically a diner is also important too for why they are likely in Okinawa. Diners originated in America, specifically Rhode Island, and they sell American style food, coffee, and so forth. We see this with the meal Rei gives to Miri (and with the window saying Coffee).

There’s definitely a Japanese flare to the presentation, but the food is all stuff you’d find at an American diner for sure. And, of course, of all this leads back to the fact that there are a lot of American military bases in Okinawa.

32 to be exact. So, their diner being in Okinawa makes sense, because it is a restaurant style that appeals to the Americans and the main language (written-wise) in the restaurant is English, all of which would appeal to the Americans living nearby at the bases (and which would have varying degrees of Japanese language ability).

#Buddy Daddies #BD #Kazuki Kurusu #Rei Suwa #Okinawa #diners #Miri Unsaka #BD spoilers #Buddy Daddies spoilers #long post #image heavy post #meta post #analysis #I'm sure this has already been pointed out #lol

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neechees · 4 months

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Signs that a scam might be run by Laura Deramas & her common behaviors:

So as we know, that despite making herself famous as one of the most deranged, notorious scammers & perpetual liars on tumblr, its likely that Laura Deramas hasn't actually gone away, and is likely running several scams at any given moment at tumblr, as she's admitted to running multiple (on both twitter AND tumblr) not long ago. With these, we've seen her frequently have the same patterns of behavior on pretty much all of her scams, be it when she's using her own name & face, or someone else's (& she frequently uses other Filipinos' info, but she has racefaked or pretended to be different sexualities/genders/ethnicities multiple times as well).

So with that in mind, in addition to the usual red flag lists for scammers (ex: new blog suddenly asking for money, spamming asks, turns off /hides replies, changes url multiple times suddenly, etc), below are some common red flags to look for in "donation" posts/blogs that indicate this blog is likely a scam and specifically being run by Laura for the following behaviors:

She tries to send you a video or photos of some kind of a flood, a fire, or an old house in poor condition, but usually there's no proof that this is HER or her family's house, that it's HER footage, that it's not old, or that she actually lives there, and she never shows her (or the posters', whoever she's pretending to be) face. This means that the footage is most likely stolen, she isn't actually affected by that situation, & she's trying to pass it off as her own footage.

Uses the phrase "please, sir/maam" a lot. And i don't just mean saying "maam" to women & then "sir" to men, I mean as in sending everyone an ask/message with the phrase, quote, "sir/ma'am" unquote regardless of your gender

Is new to tumblr but somehow knows exactly which popular users to ask to reblog their donation posts, and usually they're Black. They may also target people who were previously victims of Laura's scams.

The user asks you to talk off of tumblr, especially if it's facebook.

The user is reluctant to give out their paypal and doesn't list it on their donation post. They may also use a knockoff fundraising site.

She starts showing you photos of things like a sad family or broken down house unprompted (or on her sockpuppet scam accounts, she uses stolen photos specifically instead) and starts talking about how much she's "suffering", often even if you've never interacted with her on her blog. She does this to manipulate people into feeling bad for her and will often repeatedly harass people this way.

She uses the ❤😩 😭🥺🙏 emojis approximately 50,000 times every sentence. Obviously that's a bit of an exagerration, but her scams DO use these a LOT. Her tumblr asks tend to also use a combination of these specific emojis when asking people for money or to reblog their donation post/scams, especially the crying & praying emojis.

Asks you to make or boost a donation post for her on other sites like twitter or instagram

Will allege that she can't speak English very well, but is only using English for her donation posts. She uses this lil nugget a lot in her other scam personas where she's pretending to be someone else, including ones she's literally admitted to. Laura can actually speak English very well. She's also used this even for accounts where her scamsona allegedly speaks a language that is widely spoken & has their own large presence on tumblr (like French or Arabic), so it doesn't make sense that someone who apparently has a lot of trouble with English ONLY uses English for their posts and ONLY follows English speaking users, & will sometimes use a shitty google translate if soneone who's a Native speaker in that language tries to talk to her in that language.

Might say something like "if you have any questions, ask me!" But then as soon as you ask questions that question whether or not its a scam, even if you ask very nicely or don't outright imply you think she's a scammer, (or even ask like. ANY question at all), instead of answering any questions or addressing any allegations or proof she's not genuine, instead she'll redirect, self victimize, and say that you're "attacking" her, and never actually provide any answers to the questions she said she was open to answering.

If you call her out, she'll keep insisting she's not lying, even if you have very explicit, hard proof that she's lying and that you know where she's stolen the "proof" documents from (like vet bills or xrays) or that her information is incorrect. If shes pretending to be someone else & is using someone else's photos and you say you know its actually her (Laura), even if you show HARD evidence that it's a Laura sockpuppet scam account, she'll continue lying and acting as if she doesn't know what youre talking about. She's done this with scams she later admitted to running.

Below under the cut is tactics/behaviors Laura usually displays when she's either been caught, or she's openly using her own name & face. Her scam sockpuppet accounts might do some of these things too, but the ones below are a bit more specific to when she's been caught, has admitted to lying and admits she is Laura behind the account, and/or when she's using her own name and face.

Might bring up her neighbors if you catch her in a lie and say something like "my neighbors will kill me" or being afraid of her neighbors & using that as some kind of excuse related to the lie/scam

If you catch her in a lie, she might say some story about "the police" or something along the lines of "the police" raiding her home or being afraid they will, and she usually brings this up to beg you not to tell other people she's scamming (she's used this story at least 4 different times and she's never been arrested or had any run in with police.) She's counting on people not knowing a lot about the Phillipines or its geography unless you live there (& this is a predominantly American site), so if she makes some claim about a law in the Phillipines, and it sounds wild, look it up, there's a good chance she's bullshitting you.

she'll start begging you to talk to her family via facebook, and specifically facebook, to "prove" shes not lying (note that her family knows she scams & is in on it, and several of her friends are also scammers on here, so they're there to backup her bullshit, but in cases where she's pretending to be someone else, it's likely one of her scammer friends pretending to be the family members of her scam persona to look more legitimate). She doesn't do this as much on her sockpuppet accounts, but if she does also take it to be suspicious.

If caught and Laura admits to it, she might try to discredit scam busters, specifically me, Kyra45, or mangocheesecakes by saying something along the lines of us allegedly being "bullies" or "targeting her for no reason" or that we are "racist" & alleges we only accused her of scamming because she is Filipino (this is incorrect, we accused her of scamming because we have hard proof she is a scammer & has been doing this for at least 3 years, and mangocheesecakes is also Filipino. Laura being Filipino is incidental.). Obviously her goal in doing this is to victimize herself and demonize us with the hopes that people will not believe us, and will donate to her now or her future scams. You're free to be skeptical of us, but if not us then you can ask the dozens of other people Laura has manipulated, harassed, and tricked into helping her to see that shes a serial liar, scammer, and a bully.

#laura deramas #scam #donation scam #scammers #donation scam warning #feel free to add on to anything i missed!

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yujo-nishimura · 7 months

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Red Hair or Red Nose? - Part 6

Warning: NSFW - Minors do not interact, this part is for 18+. Apologies for the spelling mistakes/English grammar mistakes - English is not my native language. Writing this was quite difficult since I am asexual/demisexual and writing about men's sexuality was a real fascinating challenge.

This is the first part of the threesome - the second part will hopefully follow tomorrow. (I need to take breaks in between, cause this is quite an intense process as you can imagine... ;)).

Enjoy reading!

Your gaze shifts between Shanks and Buggy, taking in the captivating glow in Shanks' eyes and the unwavering sly grin on Buggy's face. The intensity of the moment causes a fiery sensation that seems to consume your entire body and flushes your face with heat. You are probably as red as a tomato. Despite the overwhelming sensation, you find yourself immobilized, unable to move as the electrifying tension between the three of you lingers in the air. You know you want them. Both of them. These handsome, commanding pirate captains who now stand before you. They have transformed from the boys you once knew into captivating men, exuding an irresistible allure.

Shanks takes a step closer, reaching for a piece of his cape and delicately using it to wipe away the makeup stains left by Buggy's kiss. The sight of the stains only deepens your sense of embarrassment, making you regret ever suggesting the kiss in the first place. The weight of your actions begins to bear down on you, and you contemplate blaming it on the influence of alcohol the next day. Uncertain of how to navigate the situation and turn it around, you find yourself at a loss.

However, Shanks senses your hesitation and responds with a gentle whisper in your ear after tidying your face, "If you're unsure about who was better, we can try again. Perhaps you need more time to come to a decision..."

Without waiting for your answer, Shanks assumes control once more, guiding you to a secluded corner nestled between two dimly lit houses. His movements are deliberate and unhurried, yet there is an undeniable strength that emanates from his arm. Buggy, having fallen silent, follows suit, an unspoken understanding passing between him and the red-haired pirate. It is the first time this evening that Buggy appears to be in agreement with Shanks, adding an intriguing layer to what is happening to you.

Shanks lifts you gently, effortlessly supporting your weight with his one arm, and settles you onto a nearby barrel, your back resting against the solid wall of the house. Standing beside you, Buggy slowly removes his white gloves, an act that carries a sense of anticipation and intimacy.

“I think you both are excellent at kissing…!” you finally find some words, wanting to show them that you are still actively involved in this whole scene and not just a playball for their desires.

"If you enjoyed the kiss, my dear, you're in for an even greater delight...!" Buggy's chuckle resonates with a husky tone as he separates his hands from his body, allowing them to tenderly explore every inch of yours. His touch glides across your shoulders, trails along your neck, caresses your chest, and gently cups your breasts. Meanwhile, Shanks, wearing a knowing smile, resumes kissing you, reigniting the passionate connection between you with renewed intensity. The combined sensations of Buggy's intimate exploration and Shanks' ardent kisses send waves of pleasure coursing through your being, a silent moan is escaping your throat but both of them recognize it immediately.

Buggys hands are now under your clothes, you can feel his warm fingers on your burning skin, he steps closer to the both of you and Shanks is stepping away for a moment to let Buggy kiss you again. The mixture of feeling Shanks´ gentle lips compared to the rough kiss afterwards by the clown pirate makes you feel light-headed. You start to hold on to Buggy with one arm, reaching for Shanks to come closer with your other hand. Both of them seem not to mind having to share you, Shanks now also exploring your body gently and carefully.

You are startled and whimper in pleasure as Buggy lets his fingers slide into your pants, gently rubbing over your clothed folds. You did not expect them to go all the way, but then you also did not know what to expect from them. You are now driven by the need to feel good. You want these men to make you cum. Shanks is holding you now, he slightly lifts you, so Buggy can enter you easily. You are pressing your face into the warmth of Shanks neck while Buggy is carefully and slowly entering your wet pussy with two of his fingers. You can smell the alcohol and sea salt on Shanks skin, you whimper again as Buggy starts to move his fingers quicker, gently rubbing your clit. Shanks holding you, kissing your face, your lips, your forehead, making sure you can enjoy this moment to the fullest. “Do you like this, does it feel good?”, he gently whispers and you can only nod, feeling close to having your first orgasm caused by the skilful fingers of this clown captain. “I will let him prepare you for me…” Shanks whispers, so that only you can hear it.

At that moment the coil in your stomach seems to snap, you feel your walls clenching on to Buggys fingers as you come.

The clown smiles, liking your juices off and making you go crazy with the look he is giving you while taking a taste of you.

“Are you ready?” Shanks asks you and he gently lifts your legs again, with a quick movement he has made himself free from his pants and his throbbing cock is pushing against your wet stained underwear. He tries to gently take off your clothes but Buggy cannot wait and he rips your slip apart.

Shanks hisses as he slowly enters you, you can first feel the tip of his cock, then he is going all the way in, you throw your head back, moaning - how can this feel so good? Shanks starts moving slowly, not sure how much he can do to your petite body, he wants to take his time to make you get used to his massive cock. Buggy is less patient and you can see in his eyes that he is furious that Shanks entered you first. He jumps on the barrel next to you, light as a feather, detaching his hand guiding your face to look at his crotch right next to you.

“Don't think I will be gentle on you like the red haired monkey, you will suck me off good, I know you can do that, baby doll!”

Without hesitation he swiftly unfastens his belt and his trousers fall to his knees. His cock is equally thick and hard as Shanks and you are not sure if you can take it. Buggy, not giving you any choice, smiles down at you, enjoying the empty, willing look in your eyes, while Shanks is slowly pumping into you in his own rhythm.

Buggy uses his hands to force your lips apart and shoves his erect member all the way down your throat. Thank god you have no gag reflex, you whimper again in pleasure and anticipation - feeling that Shanks probably aroused by Buggys bold behavior has increased his speed now.

“That's good. You are taking this so well, baby girl.” Buggy hisses and reattaches his hands, realizing he doesn't need to force you anymore. You feel close to your second orgasm, while these two men gently violate your body. Shanks is moaning into your ear, calling you a good girl, a pretty angel, while Buggy is ramming his cock into your mouth, calling you sweet pea and little cute whore. Shortly before you think they are about to cum, Buggy and Shanks momentarily cease their actions, releasing their hold on you. In a brief, subtle exchange of glances, they share an unspoken understanding, a silent communication that speaks volumes.

You whimper in need of your second orgasm and anticipation...

#buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggytheclown #one piece buggy #one piece #red haired shanks #shanks one piece #shanks x reader #buggy smut #shanks smut #one piece smut

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atlasxspeaks · 11 months

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I love the idea of Tsu’tey adopting Spider so here are some headcanons I have of that old grumpy guy raising his little son.

Tsu’tey’s injuries from the Great War caused him a lot of mobility issues. He often wakes up in pain from stiff joints and muscle spasms. To help, Spider will crawl over him and lay on whatever limb is hurting him to most in the morning because his body puts off a lot of heat and relaxes his muscles. He’s like a little heat pack.

Spider originally did need to wear his mask constantly, but over time, through constant communion with Eywa, she changes his lungs to be able to breathe the air. He doesn’t tell anyone though, because it happens years into him realizing nothing he can do will make most see past his humanness. Tsu’tey, however, finds out after seeing Spider lift his mask to shove a large piece of fruit in his mouth that he specifically told Spider not to eat.

Spider’s English is abysmal. He barely has the patience to sit through the normal lessons he gets from Mo’at and some of the other elders who like him, let alone enough to go to Hell’s Gate to learn about Earth. Mo’at scolds Tsu’tey for slacking in teaching Spider his native language, but he isn’t too worried about it.

Tsu’tey’s biggest mistake as a parent (in his mind) is letting Spider believe his hiss was intimidating. It was the best thing in the world for Tsu’tey when Spider was a baby. But then came a stint of time where Spider would hiss openly at anyone when annoyed which just made his reputation among villagers worst. The kids who made fun of him got bitten, mask be damned, which does not help his case.

Despite his short stature, Spider can actually fight and hold his own against fully grown Na’vi. Tsu’tey teaches him how to strike fast and hard, going for weak points in Na’vi anatomy and focusing on their legs and feet, places Spider can reach easily and do a fair amount of damage. This does mean Spider gets into a larger number of fights with other Na’vi adolescents compared to canon.

Spider is still best friends with Lo'ak and Kiri in this AU, much to Tsu'tey's dismay. He likes them well enough, Lo'ak is kind of loud and Kiri has an unnerving tendency to stare directly into his soul when talking, but overall they're good kids. He does wish they would stop eating him out of house and home though.

In canon, Tsu’tey has a brother named Arvok, who lives with them. Tsu’tey also takes in Tarsem, whose entire family died in the fall of Home Tree. He and Arvok are best friends, so it makes sense for him to live with them. The boys are like Spider’s brothers, but they pull out the "We're your uncles" card whenever he’s not listening to them or when they want to get out of doing chores.

Regardless of who you ship Spider with, Tsu’tey would find a fault in them. Neteyam? Too obedient to his parents, he needs to rebel more. Lo’ak? Too rebellious, he will get Spider killed doing one of his hair-brain stunts. Kiri? Eywa help him; she’s too much of everything. Any of the Metkayina kids? It’s laughable you’d even think for a second he’d let Spider marry into another clan.

Spider has an ikran in this AU cause I say he does. He finds a baby ikran abandoned during one of the trials he attends with his father. She’s the runt, too small and weak to fly with her family away from their nest back to their roost. Spider takes pity on her and nurses her back to health, hiding her away so no one knows because it’s technically illegal to raise an ikran. She imprints on Spider and the rest is history once Tsu’tey finds out she exists. He’s adamant they cannot keep her but one look from their combined puppy eyes breaks his will.

Tsu’tey and Spider’s ikran have the same relationship as those dads who say they hate the dog and then the dog becomes their best friend. When Spider gets kidnapped, Tsu’tey spends several nights awake with only the ikran for company, praying and begging Eywa to bring his son back to him.

Spider overall was a pretty healthy child, but there was one time when he got very sick and slipped into a coma. The scientists genuinely thought he wouldn’t make it for a while. This is the first time Tsu’tey has ever contemplated suicide, something that is forbidden under Eywa’s laws. He cannot imagine a life without Spider. The second time is after he’s taken by the RDA, but seeing Spider’s friends rally to try and get him bad makes him push the thoughts away.

After the battle at Three Brothers Rock, Neteyam lives but is mortally injured. The combined knowledge of Norm, Max, Ronal, and Mo’at is the only thing that keeps the boy from being paralyzed for life, but he’s essentially got the same disabilities as Tsu’tey now. And he’s a shell of himself. Tsu’tey doesn’t really have time to focus on him, though, because Spider is in just as bad shape as Neteyam, but mentally. After weeks of seeing both boys break down physically and mentally, Tsu’tey comes up with an idea. He gives both boys the task of planting and raising a plant together. Almost everyone thinks he’s crazy for this, but after a few weeks of watching their efforts to make this tiny plant bloom, they see that their moods have improved. Neteyam does his physical activity more to get outside and care for the plant, and Spider uses the plant as an outlet to air thoughts he knows would devastate his family.

When asked how he knew making them care for a plant would help, Tsu’tey simply replies by saying that the only thing that saved him after his injuries was Spider. Carrying for another helpless creature forced you, in turn, to care for yourself. His son saved his life.

#spider socorro #dad!tsu’tey #tsu’tey te rangloa ateyitan

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