#[ great question nonnie !! ]

[mister-eames]

I love and worship the beloved “mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger darling” but ALSO can we please talk about the moment leading up to it? how right after “do it faster!” Comment (a misplaced anger) by Arthur to eames, When eveyone is hating each other and themselves, and eames who really didn’t have to help Arthur (mr-i-missed-the-part-about-fischers-militarized-mind-so-i-have-to-take-all-of-them-down-myself), stayed behind to help him?, I haven’t seen anyone talk/write about this part quite as much as the beloved “darling” comment, cause eames KNEW his idiot husband is blaming himself and just went there to help him and show that he’s not alone? Can we please??

You are correct, nonnie. I suppose I never really noticed Arthur taking it upon himself to deal with the combative projections all on his own in that warehouse, as if compelled to do so. They didn't really need to take them on (or any of them out really) - yes, they were getting 'boxed in' but the rooftop snipers weren't really a threat tbh. They'd be hoofing it outta there in that van in a matter of minutes, regardless.

A: How are we going to reconcile them if they're so estranged?

E: Well I'm working on that, aren't I?

A: Do it faster.

Arthur says 'do it faster' and then goes to take on snipers all by himself. Arthur, who can't just sit around and twiddle his thumbs while they're loading Saito up in the car. Arthur, who may have cocked up this whole job and Cobbs chances off ever getting home by missing the militarisation. Arthur, who must not only must he be blaming himself for this, but he must also be absolutely terrified and cannot, will not show it. Before, the job was a long shot. Now it's a gunshot between him and limbo and whatever horror Arthur perceives limbo to be. It's one gunshot between everyone else and limbo (purgatory? hell?) and them never coming back - or worse, coming back wrong.

Maybe Eames was being cocky and trying to get a rise out of Arthur. Maybe he was trying to distract him. Maybe it's all of the above and Eames knew Arthur enough to know he was kicking himself. What Eames did was he took a bit of the load off Arthur's shoulders with a size joke masqueraded as (valid) advice and a 'darling' and a big ol' explosion - and I think that is one of the reasons why dreamhusbands is so powerful. Because we love the 'darling' line, god knows I do, but what we really love is all the text and subtext that came before it - 'darling' didn't create the Arthur/Eames fandom - it's just another ingredient in the stew.

Eames says 'darling' and we hear 'darling' (supportive), 'darling' (derogatory), 'darling' (affectionate), 'darling' (cautionary). Their entire relationship throughout the film is laden with loaded words and unspoken words that speak to their history. And that really is the thing - Eames didn't need to be there. He didn't need to tell Arthur to 'dream bigger' in that moment. Eames, who is trying to juggle a severely shortened timeline and has as much pressure on him than anyone else, if not more, to try and play therapist to Fischer, still didn't let Arthur's snappish finger-clicking get a rise out of him. Still saw in Arthur what Arthur was feeling. And Arthur, who says 'do it faster', welcomes Eames helping him out - in fact, when he sees Eames approach, his whole body relaxes like his strings were cut. It's fucking teamwork.

[satoruxx]

THIS IS NOT MEANT IN A RUSHING YOU TYPE OF WAY PLESE DONT BE MAD😭😭 but i wanted to ask how the next part of wolf toji is going?? AGAIN NO RUSH IM JUST SUPER EXCITED FOR IT AND LOVE HIM A LOT 😭😭😭😭😭

HAHAHA no no i promise i'm not mad lmao !! i pretty much wrote almost the whole thing yesterday in class oops TT i was soooo bored and then i got inspiration and typed it all out :33 SO long story short i think i'm almost done and i will attempt to finish it this weekend <33

EITHER WAY I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT !!!!!!!!!

[rinhaler]

would you say sukuna did get used to having reader around, and didn’t realize what he had until toji wanted a taste? 🫣 and how do you think reader would leave sukuna if she decides to be with toji?

i cant imagine the chaos that would happen lmao

Oh no no no, don't misunderstand, Sukuna is very much in love with the reader. He loves her with everything he has to the point of obsession, the only reason things got a little strained before their threesome with Toji is because he was genuinely hurt to hear that she was jealous of Uraume.

He hates that he even has to say she has nothing to worry about, because it's not close to being on his mind. He's utterly devoted to her. That being said, that doesn't mean he treats her well. He sees her as a possession and an object for him to use as he pleases. Sure he buys her anything she wants and takes care of her in every sense of the word, but his love is very very warped.

The difference in how they are with each other pre and post Toji is definitely a result of him not appreciating her enough, though. He's worried about how distant she's become and he can't figure out why. And that's why he becomes a whole lot clingier, he wants her to remember who she belongs to and who loves her the most.

She couldn't leave Sukuna safely to be with Toji, I have no idea how she'd do it. She doesn't get any time alone, only very briefly. She's either with Sukuna or people on his payroll. She'd probably have to figure it out with Toji and stage it as a kidnapping or something, but she'd be as good as dead either way I think.

[spaceorphan18]

So. Nonny sent me this question. And I am still kind of stumped about how I feel about it. And I don’t even know whose in box I need to spam to work it out. 🙃

[muppetjohntavares]

1. what is your one defining trait, in your opinion? 2. between the worst cold of the winter and the unbearable midsummer heat, which would you say bothers you less? 3. you're reborn as an nhl calibre hockey player. who are you? narrative stricken golden child? mediocre 4th liner who only matters to a handful of people on tumblr? secret third thing?

ouhhh thankee anon!! 💙

I think my defining trait is my enthusiasm - once I find my angle of approach, you can get me to be motivated about just about anything, be it cheering on my friends, solving a new problem at work or just learning about something new. (funnily enough also applies to hockey players: once i figure out my deal(TM) with them, i latch onto new blorbos very quickly and vigorously)

while i've grown to really enjoy summertime heat (not the humid one i had to deal with back in ye olden days of living on the other side of the pond), i think i will at my core always be more comfy in winter cold. it doesn't make me sluggish like summertime does and i like being nipped by icy winds 🌬

while my friends and i have an au where i am the prodigy captain of a new team that is toe to toe with auston at all times, i would like to think that, on my own, i'm one of those players that just make people sad on account of narratives - a good player cursed with constant trades, or teams that never quite make it, despite me talented and determined, but that never being quite enough. i tend to hold nostalgia and melancholy very close to my heart in loads of areas of life and i think that would translate into my nhl self: at the end of the day, i would hope whatever corner of hockeyblr adopts me will make dramatic hockey poetry edits about how i've finally come home to a team that wants to keep me and where i can stay.

[verfound]

do you have any adrien and dingo interaction fics?

My initial reaction was "no of course not", but I had to double-check. And I've been mulling it over. And...kind of?

The simple answer is no. I don't have any finished (that I can recall - but I also forgot I wrote a kissing booth fic once, so someone call me out if I'm wrong here 😂). There are a few in the Hoard, but those are less direct interaction and more Adrien is mentioned? "Adrien is (Still) a Fkin Idiot" (two connected fics) deal with Dingo reacting to Adrien. The same for "Rich Boys Don't Stink". And after kicking this around with Laurel, she did prompt one that might have direct interaction? I'm still kicking it around, so we'll see. (It's the idea that Adrien can't fathom people not liking him/Marinette having friends he doesn't know who don't like him, so he plans another guys day and invites them over? It doesn't go as he planned, though. I don't think Dingo's even going to accept the invitation.)

But the long answer is no, and here's why.

Dingo does not like Adrien Agreste. He was indifferent to him before. You can't live in Paris and not know who Adrien Agreste is - his face is everywhere, right? He was just that guy in all the ads. He's a rich model, so he's probably not someone Dingo's going to like/get along with. Dingo was indifferent.

Until Luka met Marinette.

Dingo has never met Adrien, or if he has it's been in passing/a few words if that, but Dingo hates the guy. Keep in mind that, for all his reckless chaos, Dingo is fiercely loyal. Because of how he grew up/how he is, Luka was Dingo's first real/lasting friend, and Ding will do anything to protect that friendship. Once he meets her, he's nuts about Marinette, too. He's protective of her because she's his best mate's girl, but also because he genuinely likes Marinette and thinks of her as a friend, too. So as far as Dingo's concerned, no matter what Luka and Marinette tell him, Adrien is just some oblivious asshole that makes his mates sad. Even if they swear he's a great guy, all Dingo sees is how sad he makes Marinette, or how sad Luka gets because Marinette's still hung up on blondie/sad because of his indifference.

So if you're looking for a friendship or some crazy shenanigans between them, it's probably not going to happen. It's not just because I don't like Adrien and don't enjoy writing him anymore. It's honestly because Dingo perceives Adrien as a problem, and he thinks his mates would be happier if Adrien was just out of the picture.

[spicybylerpolls]

does mike have dick-sucking lips?

Please note that the purpose of this blog is not to be creepy or to make anyone uncomfortable. That's why I created the #spicy byler tag (I will tag all polls with this). If you don't want to see this blog or anything related to it on your feed, please block that tag. Not everyone is comfortable with this sorta stuff, and that's okay.

[savage-rhi]

Have you ever considered making a master list for your drabbles? I don't mean that in a rude way I'm just curious

Actually, this is something I have thought about many times. That being said, the logistics are a nightmare. Let me explain:

For Death Stranding, I've written possibly over 200 requests. Resident Evil, we aren't even going to tackle 😂. Plus the various other fandoms I've written for. Before I had the drabble tab on my main blog page, I didn't tag all my material prior to it's creation so there's definitely things that are lost in my archives as well.

As you can see, I've produced A LOT of content.

On my main blog page I have writing requests tagged as drabbles where people can comb through material I've written. It is clustered into one spot for convenience. The drawback however is that it's not sorted by fandoms, characters, etc. I acknowledge this can make things difficult for my readers.

Creating individual master posts on tumblr could be a go to, but I need time and energy to comb through everything which is something I sparsely have these days with graduate school, my health, work, etc.

I've tried creating a master list of sorts on my AO3 account, but it became such a chore that I gave up a long time ago. With my disabilities, I need a system that is based around convenience and ease.

I've contemplated adding additional tabs to my main blog page with specific fandom hashtags, but that requires coding. While I consider myself decent, I haven't been able to find a way to make this idea work without it royally shitting over the rest of my blog or essentially breaking it.

I'd love for more than anything to organize better and make accessibility easier, but at the end of the day I am just a one man show.

To tackle something this huge, I acknowledge I'd need an extra hand or two on deck. However, I don't know anybody who'd willingly volunteer to aid me with this. It's a huge undertaking, and most folks don't have time for this sort of thing.

All this being said, I am open to suggestions (or battle plans 😂) on how to make things smoother.

[allytheally]

is there anyone on tumblr you want to talk to?

ohhhh my god, nonny, there are so many where do i even begin-

ok ok so @sunshineler and @greenticklerdreams are two right off the top of my head, but really, there are SO many people i want to talk to i'm just shit at starting conversations.

[nohoney]

how physically intimate do us!dabi and keigo get? the press is dying to know 🎤

they are stupidly intimate.

Whether you’re out and about with only one or both of them, you always want to feel tethered to their touch and in turn they want to be anchored to you. Holding hands, hooking your lil pinkies together, leaning on one another, you’re all always in each other’s space. And behind closed doors is no different.

Touya and Keigo like to do all the actions that lead up to sex. It’s hardly ever sprung on out of nowhere. Touches to the small of your back, they like to play with the straps of your dresses/bra and pull them down your shoulder, little pecks that turn to deep kisses, massaging you until you relax, it’s always been better to ease you into it and plus the build up is the best parts to it. To see you get all whiny and sweet with glossy doe eyes and just drunk on the gross amount of affection that you’re always showered in. It’s so ingrained in you at this point that you’ll notice if they don’t touch you. It’s become an insufferable need that makes you whine for them. Which is why if they decide to be mean and bully you, they know to not touch you and make you beg. Keigo is great at teasing and Touya loves to be mean so combined forces together are a guarantee to bring you to tears. But they make promises to fulfill that make it all worth it.

Just hold out baby, okay? Just keep looking pretty and trust us.

It can be frustrating but they’re always right that the reward is worth it. To go through a little bit of pain to reach that peak of pleasure, to keep you suspended in heaven as long as they can, it all circles back to the small little gestures of affection. They pet your head and rub your back, playfully pressing into bruises they gave you and kiss your little whines to silence you. you’re all so grossly in love with one another, it’s sickening.

[draggeddowntothedark]

Are you *sure* you're infertile, Jules? Absolutely no chance of making little ghouls?

"... Most vampires are. Haven't gone to a clinic or anything but... it's rather obvious I won't be a father any time soon."

He takes a swig from his flask.

"Probably for the best- I'd be a rotten father."

[spaceorphan18]

Is New New York still your favorite Glee episode? What is it about that episode that makes you prefer it to even season 2 Klaine-centric episodes? Don’t disagree, just interested on your reasoning

Yup. I don't think that will ever change if I'm being honest, Nonny.

I think there are two components to why I end up with this one on top over a lot of the Season 2 ones.

The fact that in a lot of the Season 2 stuff, even if I might like the Klaine stuff more, I don't necessarily like the rest of the episode. I really like New New York as a full episode -- the Sam stuff might be a little weak, but the music of the episode is great, Rachel and Artie are hilarious, Mercedes returns, Elliott is around... Yeah, it's missing Santana, but it's just a good, entertaining episode. And kind of what I wanted the show to be post-Season 3.

There is so much Kurt and Blaine, and so much conflict and character development, and so much to sink one's teeth into on an analysis level. And it's kind of delicious in that. And, while I may not agree with the show's decision to have them live apart -- we had actual, more mature conversations, and making out, and screen time together, and the show -- for the first time really since maybe The First Time (?) gave them some really, really good meaty things to do.

If you asked me what I thought objectively the best episode of the show was, I'd give another answer. Not sure what, though. I'd have to think about it.

[sailor-aviator]

See I feel Bob is like Clint, reserved, observant, calculating and kind, and that fits well with Natasha being the Black widow (Natasha romanoff)

Another interesting point raised!! I almost went with Clint, but I almost wanna say Javy for Clint.

[littlelioncub43]

hey there, I had some questions regarding reblogs! If I wanted to add a comment about the post I'm reblogging, should that comment be added in the hashtags or should I write it in the text section? Usually when I reblog, creators sometimes respond, but they mostly respond in the hashtags. I'm just wondering which way would be the right way to reblog and share the work <3

Oo good question!

It's really up to you! I do a mix of answering in the tags and in the text section (mostly in the text section because I love using reaction pics and gifs hehe) I generally match the person who reblogged, like if they comment in the tags then I respond in the tags, if they use the text section then I use the text section— you get it.

I love either one 🥰 so just listen to whatever you feel is best for you

[coffeeheartaddict2]

After MC helped Ethan make a PG account and added him as a friend, WE KNOW he checked her profile right? What's the photo that caught his attention? 😏👇🏻

Oh yes he did check. At first it was curiousity to see Casey at medical school and what she did outside of the hospital.

He did not check it a lot, one pic that did get his attention was the Vegas little black dress. He decided randomly to look at her profile and it was the first thing he saw and it explained what the time off request was for ( he did not know it was to take down Declan until the story broke). His thoughts then went to what he wanted to do and well, let’s just say he has to 🖐️ handle things himself, not for the first time either

[taifenggg]

hi! 🌷 i love your scenarios so i instantly came to rq here <3

could you write about mc and the brothers having possessive s3x for the first time? their relationship is relatively new and they did it a few times, but for some reason they got jealous and the way they deal with it is by having somewhat angry / possessive s3x with reader (which is very different from what they're used to do

for example: belphie is usually lazy or slow, satan is a gentleman and spends a lot of time on foreplay, reader notices how their usual this time is almost the opposite bc the brother in question is SO jealous

idk if it made sense </3 if writing the 7 of them feels too much for you, then would mammon + satan + barbatos be okay? they're my favorites!

have an amazing day btw i love your content

Content Warning(s): NSFW obviously LMAO, hairpulling(Lucifer, Belphie), semi-public(Mammon, Asmo), overstimulation(Satan), slight degradation(Belphie), not proofread LOL

Character(s): GN!Reader(no pronouns mentioned), Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, Barbatos

Authors Notes: hi there! i'm so flattered you love my writing, it means a lot! and dw I saw your other ask, so you're all good no worries about verification. nonnie, I'll do you one better and I ended up writing all the bros plus barbs as a bonus lol. enjoy!

nsfw under the cut! minors dni or i will block you :)

Reminder to abide by my guidelines for NSFW content tysm :]

Guidelines for NSFW Content [ ◇ ]

Lucifer [🦚💙]

Others keep occupying your time.

"Remind me again, who exactly do you belong to?"

Your moans are stifled as you press your face against the pillow. Lucifer's pace is relentless and although he can be rough in general, tonight feels different. There's something far more carnal and possessive in the way Lucifer thrusts into you. His movements are done so with reckless abandon, a stark contrast to how he usually takes you.

"Y-you Lucifer!" you gasp, body shaking from the intense pleasure coursing through your body. You yelp and moan out his name as he runs a hand through your scalp, pulling your face so that you're staring at him, his hands having a firm grip on your hair. "I can't hear you, louder," he commands you, your faces practically centimeters away from each other.

"You Lucifer!" you sob, feeling his large hand pressing into the small of your back, pushing you down against the mattress. Lucifer smirks, his other hand trailing down to your neck, holding you there firmly. "That's right my love, me. Not my brothers and certainly not that shady sorcerer," he practically spits out those last words. Lucifer's head falls back as he continues to thrust roughly into you, feeling himself close to his release.

You can feel yourself tightening around him, and you arch your back, body shaking as your orgasm washes over you. Lucifer lets out a low moan, making a few more shallow thrusts into you before spilling his seed into your hole. Chest heaving, he pulls out, watching with satisfaction as his release trickles out of you. Taking two fingers, he trails them up your inner thighs, causing you to jump from how sensitive you were after your high. Lucifer takes his fingers and takes the excess that spills out, prodding it back in.

"Keep that in there my love, it's proof that you're mine after all, if not, I'll have to punish you a bit more unfortunately. You can do that, can't you?"

Mammon [💰💛]

Someone thought flirting with you at the casino was a good idea.

"Dammit, you drive me crazy y'know?"

Your legs are currently wrapped around Mammon's waist, goosebumps littering your skin as you feel the wall against your back, your shirt long discarded. Your arms are wrapped securely around Mammon's neck for support. Mammon kisses you roughly, hungrily, as if he were scared of you running away or disappearing from right in front of him.

"That damn incubus," he hisses, pushing into you, "Thinking they have anything on the Great Mammon. You're my lucky charm, no one else's." His teeth scrape at your neck as he leaves mark after mark. You're pretty sure your back is rubbed raw from how fast and hard Mammon is thrusting into you, and your legs shake around Mammon's waist, but despite this Mammon holds you securely, his grip on your thighs giving you enough support.

"Mammon!" you whine, your hands tangled in his hair. Your face is pressed into the crook of his neck, and you can hear Mammon gasp, groan, and curse with each thrust he makes. Judging by how loud the two of you were being, you had no doubt that the entire casino knew that you were getting fucked hard by Mammon.

"You're mine alright? Mine, mine, mine, my treasure," he whispers in your ear, and he accentuates each of his words with a slap of his hips against yours. Your moans become louder and you can practically feel yourself on the verge of releasing onto him.

"Mine." And with one last word, Mammon makes one last thrust up into you, hitting your most sensitive spot and you practically go limp in his arms as your orgasm washes over you. Mammon's hips slowly still, and he checks over you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I won't let anyone take you from me alright? Much less some random incubus who thinks they can steal my treasure from me."

Leviathan [🐍🧡]

You showed him your duo in an online game.

"Levi, they're just a friend!" You gasp softly as he pushes you into his bathtub, a pout on his face. Immediately, he presses himself up against you, rubbing his cheek against your exposed collarbone. "I don't care," he grumbles softly, one hand snaking up to pin your hands above your head, his other hand trailing underneath your shirt, caressing your sides. "I should be the only one to carry you, not anyone else. You're my player 2, my Henry," he nips at your shoulder and you shudder, feeling yourself grow aroused from the close proximity and from his touches.

"I don't care if they're ranked number one, I'll prove I'm better than them by beating them!" His pupils are dilated as he looks at you below him, and he can't help the sudden ache and the growing tent in his pants. Gasping softly, he starts grinding up against you, and you can't help but reach up for him, pulling his hips flush against yours, in search of some very much needed friction to relieve the tension you're feeling.

Both of your gasps can be heard, and you're pretty sure that if Levi didn't soundproof his room, anyone walking outside could probably hear just how heated the two of you were getting. You tighten your grasp on him, your hands snaking up to tug at the back of his hair cause Levi to moan against you as he kisses you roughly.

You stare up at him blearily, not even realizing when he shifted into his demon form. Shivering, one of your hands move from the back of his head, down to his abdomen and Levi jerks in your grasp, a flush painting his pale face.

"Do you know how badly I want you? Please don't give your attention to others, just stay focused on me."

Satan [😾💚]

Gets riled up because he sees Lucifer closer to you than he'd like.

Your chest heaves from exertion as Satan brings you to your umpteenth release. Your legs are shaking from overstimulation and you're pretty sure you've lost count of how many times Satan has made you come. His bangs stick to his forehead as he dives back between your legs, sucking marks along your inner thighs, his grip digging into the flesh of your thighs.

Your hands make their way to his hair, tugging on the golden strands and you feel Satan groan, his moans sending vibrations down your core. He looks up at you, pupils dilated. "Satan no more please! I can't take it anymore," you whimper softly, feeling tears prick at the edge of your vision. Satan only laughs looking up at you, using a hand to push his hair out of his eyes. "Nono, we're not finished yet," his voice is dangerously soft as he stares at you, body trembling underneath his gaze. His nose wrinkles and his eyes narrow as he pulls your bottom closer to him, once again positioning himself between your legs. "I can still smell him on you and I intend to erase every trace of Lucifer from you, from your mind, and from your body. Understand?"

You slowly nod, your thighs quivering either from anticipation or overstimulation, you weren't sure at this point anymore.

Satan smiles as he licks a stripe up where you're most sensitive, and your body jerks still sensitive from all your orgasming from earlier. You squirm to get your body away from him but his grip holds tight to you.

"Stay right where you are. I thoroughly intend to take my time with you tonight."

Asmodeus [💋🩷]

Your fans started getting too touchy with you.

Asmo isn't one to get jealous easily....not usually.

However, today was supposed to be about just you and him and it frustrated him to no end seeing your fans flock over to you, occupying all of your time. Asmo's eyes narrow as he watches them practically latch themselves onto you, and you barely pushing them away, laughing it off lightly. You're shocked by his sudden actions, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from the crowd and down a secluded alleyway. His silence is rather unsettling, and there's a strange gleam in his eyes.

.....

"A-Asmo slow down!" You gasp out, feeling your back pressed against the wall, and Asmo's gaze trained on you, his hands sliding up your arms, pinning them above your head. You shiver, feeling his breath grace the outer shell of your ear, and you unintentionally tilt your head to the side, giving him more room to slot his face into your neck.

"Do you love me?" His question catches you off guard and you stare at him quizzically. "What? Of course I do." you frown slightly pulling on your hands, but Asmo holds your hands in place firmly. He presses his body against yours, and you gasp slightly, feeling his knee pressing against your crotch. "You sure seemed to be having fun entertaining those fans of yours. While I don't mind everyone fawning over you, today was just supposed to be about me and you was it not?" He has a slight pout on his face, lip jutting out.

You stare at him incredulously, eyes wide. If you were being honest, Asmo was adorable, especially with that little pout on his face. "It's not like you to be this jealous," you laugh a little, your face flushing. You feel him press your body more against the wall, and you have to suppress the urge to let out a moan as he continues grinding his leg against where you're most sensitive. His hand snakes past the waistband of your pants and you nearly keel over from his touch, leaning against him for support.

"I'm only like this for you, and no one else."

Beelzebub [🍔❤️]

His Fangol teammates were far friendlier to you than he'd like.

Your throat is sore, but that's a given considering you had spent the good part of the last few hours screaming out Beel's name, cheering him on after he scored point after point. What you certainly didn't forsee was you practically folded over one of the benches in the locker room, Beel holding one of your legs wide open as he thrusts into you roughly. The way you're positioned, if someone were to open the door to the locker room would end up seeing you sprawled out as Beel rammed himself against you.

"S-slow down Beel! It's too much!" Your head falls back, and you feel like you're being split apart by how big he is. Normally, Beel is much more gentle, taking his time with you but it seems that in the heat of the moment, he chose to forgo any sense of moderation.

"I don't like that my teammates got too close to you," he grunts, hips stuttering as he pulls you closer, his chest heaving from exertion. Ah that's right, he's referring to his teammates that immediately crowded around you to thank you for cheering so fervently for them. You remember the way Beel watched you from outside the crowd, his expression unreadable. You can recall conversing with his fellow teammates before feeling a pair of hands loop around your waist, pulling you towards them....which somehow led to the situation that you were currently in.

Beel's grip on your thigh is borderline painful, and you're sure that there'll be marks there come tomorrow from how roughly he's currently manhandling you. You reach up grasping at his arm, momentarily causing his movements to falter as he looks at you, temporarily shaken out of his frenzy. "Beel slow down please, I swear I only have eyes for you," you whimper softly, your legs shaking. His expression softens as he stares down at you, leaning over to press an apologetic kiss to your forehead. His motions are slower now, you notice, and there's a tenderness in the way he holds onto you now, one hand pressed against your waist, the other still holding onto your thigh but much less tight now.

"Sorry, you drive me crazy. I promise I'll make this up to you later."

Belphegor [🐮💜]

Your project partner was getting too buddy-buddy with you.

"Hahh, fuck you're so tight~"

Belphie practically hisses this in your ear as he sinks into you, bent over one of the desks in an empty classroom. The surface is cold against your front, your RAD uniform unbuttoned, and shirt pushed up as Belphie leans entirely against you. Your knuckles are white from how hard they're gripping the desk, meanwhile, Belphie has a good grasp on you from behind, his hand tugging at your scalp.

Your back arches as he thrusts into you, using your head as leverage, and you're pretty sure everyone outside has a pretty good idea of what's going on, based on how loudly the desk is scraping against the floor. Your gasp, shoulders hunched as you hold onto desperately to the desk. Belphie's tail flicks irritably as he watches your expression. "Enjoying this are you? Do you really like everyone outside knowing how I'm using you right now? Let them know how desperate you are for me to fuck you dumb like this. Go on, moan louder why don't you."

Your heart pounds in your chest and you let out shuddering breaths as Belphie's hips snap against you, hitting your most sensitive spots. He leans over, whispering in your ear, "The door's unlocked, and anyone could walk in right now and see the two of us like this. Are you getting off to this? To the idea of others seeing what a mess you are right now? Well, that's too damn bad because no one can have you like I can, and certainly not your project partner....what's their face?" He practically spits out, and you can feel the jealousy practically dripping off of him.

"Thinking they're better than me, too bad they'll never get the chance to see you like this. Oh well, you'll behave for me won't you?"

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Barbatos [⌛🖤]

The Young Master was occupying too much of your time.

"Apologies, I'm afraid I won't be able to restrain myself tonight."

You stare at Barbatos confused, watching as he approaches you at the foot of the bed, smoothly pushing you down in one swift moment with one hand. The other lifted to his mouth as he bites at the finger, and pulls it off just as swiftly. Your mouth is agape as he switches hands, holding you down with ease as he removes his other glove.

"As much as I'd like to thank the young master for consistently inviting you over for tea, I will admit there are times when it was just the two of us without his presence." His hands trail your figure, and you're not quite sure what it is about him tonight but he seems.....different. He's far more forward, taking the initiative rather than waiting for you to take the lead. You gasp as you feel his mouth on you, his teeth scraping along your neck. You gasp, leaning away so he has more room to do as he pleases.

"Barbatos-" He presses a finger to your lips, effectively shushing you. There's just something that turns him on so much, seeing you underneath him so helpless and pliant. His nose is wrinkled slightly as he gazes at you. You lay there, back arching as Barbatos has his way with you, cold hands caressing you, but not touching you where you ached for him the most.

"Hush now, let me take care of you, my love."

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