#I didn't reach 300 that long ago I feel like

[hazbin-wannabe]

Oh wow, I'm only 2 away from 400 followers!!

Should I do something special to celebrate getting to 400?

[moonsaver]

Lemon is the sweetest fruit.

Yandere!gojo x reader.

Your childhood best friend likes you a little more than he lets on. He professes by a kiss.

TW/CW; sub/noncon[just kissing], slight angst(?), yandere tendencies mentioned. Reader is mentioned as "pretty girl".

A/n; a short drabble i wrote. Its barely 300 words i think.

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Satoru was your best friend

Note: "was".

Being your best friend was the best thing that happened to him in its own right, of course. Giggly whispers shared during classes, holding hands as you both ran up to higher land to see the fireworks, promising to stay in contact even after you both long graduated, nightly phone calls with occasional features from his other friends; Shoko and Suguru.

It had, however, started dawning on him how much more he craved you a long time ago. When you carelessly handed him a lollipop you were just eating, how his heart fluttered when it was in his mouth, tongue hesitant as it felt the lingering warmth of your own on the hard candy. He'd remained ignorant of it – he needed to. You were his best friend. Being friends is better than potentially ruining it.

And he didn't want to.

Not with his childhood best friend. You knew him like the palm of your hand; but as strange as it sounds, love had rendered him both knowing everything and nothing about you simultaneously. Romantic love, so to speak.

He ignores it. He bottles it up. Eyes that linger on your form a bit too long forced to rip away. Hands that twitch to hold yours forced to slump on your shoulder in a friendly manner. Ignorance when your familiar laughter ignites a plethora of sparks in his stomach.

And the feelings fester. They fester and rot and turn into something uglier. But Satoru can't slip up – hell no. The whole world can collapse out of balance and he wouldn't mess this up. Not you. Anything but you.

It's almost agonizing. He measures it inch by inch in silence, sitting at your dining table, looking at you working in the kitchen under the yellow lighting. He finds those feelings twist inside him like a needle caught in taut fabric.

"Hungry?"

For you, yes. But his tongue is trained not to say that.

"Nah, got anything sweet?"

He leans in his chair, feet rising up as he pushes it back, balancing it on its hind legs, looking up at the ceiling with his scaling retinas.

"Humm.."

You hum, the sound of rustling accompanying you as you scavenge through your stock.

"Hard lemon candy."

"Works f'me."

"Really?"

You toss the small, plastic bag of the candy towards him, his hand reaching out to catch it. And he does. He whistles slightly as he reads it, the chair slightly creaking as he leans forward, pushing it back onto all 4 of its legs. One of his arms is still slumped over the chair, the other holding up the packet in front of his face as he scrutinized it.

"You'll burn a hole through it, pretty boy."

"You'll deal with it, pretty girl."

You roll your eyes, sitting down across him, and yawning, stretching out in your chair before slumping, almost mirroring his own sloth-like posture.

"Rough day huh?"

"Yeah, everyone's out for a drink, too."

"Troubles and bottles. That's how everyone deals with it."

His fingers snap open the packet, and coaxes a small piece out of it and into his mouth. It clacks slightly against his teeth, immediately sweetening his saliva once engulfed by it. His eyes snap to your lips.

"Not you though."

Your lips are wet, and your teeth shine slightly when you smile.

He wants to kiss you.

"Not us."

The rest is silence.

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Satoru was your best friend.

But you don't call him that. Not anymore.

"Satoru–"

"Shh."

His finger presses against your lips, hushing you. His eyes are terrifying – you've never realised. You always saw them shining brilliantly like a clear lake under the sun. But right now; they're nothing like you've seen before. Huge, ice cold irises that almost engulf yours as they bore into you.

His hand is cold, as it slips down under your chin, his palm cradling it, his thumb pressing against the end of your jaw, where it ends.

"Your skin is so pretty."

He whispers it, mesmerised. It's one of the few rare times he's sincere when he says so. The last time he did; it was in an aquarium after he'd horribly crushed his exams in the midst of a family fued.

You remember he was your best friend. But you remind yourself he might not be anymore.

"I've always wanted to know what your lips taste like."

He says, his eyes lowered onto your lips, unshamedly. If it's any consolation; his white lashes almost curtain the hungry look in his eyes. He leans in, almost hovering closer as you swallow thickly, instinctively squeezing your eyes shut. This causes him to chuckle breathlessly for a moment.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart."

The drawl in his voice is almost sickening; it sends an upward shudder in your body. He's never addressed you in such a manner before.

"Open~"

He says, slightly elongating it at the end in a sing-song manner, fingers squeezing into your cheek in warning.

Your eyes creak open the slightest bit.

There is the sun.

His pupils are dilated. Much more closer to you before he closed his eyes.

"There you go. What a pretty girl."

He sighs, cocking his head to the side, his eyes slowly scanning over your features, taking you in.

"Don't. Please."

You manage to whisper.

He blinks. Has he blinked before?

"Why not?"

He asks, in a whisper.

You swallow, again. You breathe in to answer, but he cuts you off;

"This won't hurt. I promise."

His words are so soft. So loving. You almost want to let him. His eyes are so gentle in that moment you almost forget.

Until his lips are on yours.

They're cold, yet somehow soft. Slightly chapped. He kisses you, gently. You breathe in, sharply, as you register the contact. You flinch, however – when his hot tongue prods at your lips.

You take the time to contemplate; and Satoru gives it to you. His hand has slid from your chin,and around to rest on your nape. His other hand desperately grips onto your shirt, right in the hollow curve of your waist. Can you really stand your ground?

And you let him in.

His tongue is eager when it enters your mouth, a soft, breathless moan leaving him as his tongue feels the warmth of your mouth, parting slightly at the sudden burst of feelings at the contact, before crushing down onto you again. His lips are sealed against yours, as his tongue takes it's time to feel every ridge of your teeth, sliding against your tongue and diving into the pools of saliva in the crevices of your mouth.

There's a string of saliva still connecting your lips, when he finally parts. Both of you pant slightly, out of breath as he grins like an idiot in love.

"You taste as good as I imagined."

His face ducks into the junction of your shoulder and neck, his white tufts of hair tickling your face a bit as he does so. He inhales, deeply.

A kiss. And then another.

He trails wet, small kisses from the base of your neck to your jaw. His hands move to cup your face firmly, as he plants a kiss onto your nose, playfully rubbing his nose with yours, as he smiles.

"I love you. You do too, right?"

You can taste the lemon candy from his mouth. This won't be the last time you taste it.

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[springseasonie]

Unravel Me | LHC (M)

Forced proximity, Haechan x fem reader

Summary: Haechan loves chasing you, but you hate it. You've rejected him so many times, but that just makes him come back stronger. One night, he takes it too far, and the both of you end up locked in a tiny room together after trying to set the record straight. You tell him you hate him and would never date him, let alone fuck him, but is that true?

Warnings: sexual content, tiny bit of dubcon elements, dom Haechan, unprotected sex, pull out method, degrading, bit of a pain kink, spanking, choking, pacing is a lil fast in this one, proofread but may still contain errors

Word count: 4,1k

Song recs: unravel me by Sabrina Claudio

A/N: Happy 300 to me!!! I'm already almost at 400 followers already. I really appreciate that you guys like my writing so much so this is for you guys and for me a little too. Hope you enjoy!! Feedback is loved and appreciated 🤍🤍

"Haechan stand up," you said through gritted teeth.

"No, I'm not gonna stand up."

People were staring at the both of you, confused looks all over their faces. Haechan was on his knees in front of you in the middle of a banquet begging you for your attention. He asked you out multiple times on multiple occasions, and you always rejected him. You truly weren't interested and wanted him to move on, but this time he's taken a new low.

"Is he proposing," you hear someone say.

A shiver crawls up your spine, now feeling more panicked than ever. You took him by his collar, lifting him off the ground swiftly. You had a blank look on your face as you took his hand and pulled him out the hall trying to stay calm. Walking out doors to the back of the estate, you let out a frustrated sigh. Your eyes shifted, seeing that the both of you wouldn't be the only people there. Too many people would hear the mouthful you're about to give him.

Haechan followed you with a small smile as you dragged him around the estate. He knew what was about to happen and he loved it every time it did. Every time you told him no, it made him want to go back and try again stronger and harder. You always said you didn't like him and couldn't stand him, but if that was the case why hadn't you blocked his number yet? Why did you keep responding to his messages and flirting? Haechan always felt like you were holding back, so maybe this incident would be the tip of the iceberg.

You were still walking around looking when you noticed the private office of the house was cracked open, without thinking you pulled him into the small space, shutting the door quickly behind the both of you.

"What the fuck is your problem," you spat.

Haechan shrugged, giving you a look of indifference. "You said in order for you to date me, I'd have to get on my knees and beg."

"I didn't mean it literally Haechan! Are you fucking crazy or something," you whisper yelled. "You know what? I tried to be nice, but now you're just completely insane. I don't fucking like you. I don't want to date you. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?"

Haechan looked at you with a blank face. "I think you're lying."

You squinted at him frustrated, scoffing at his words. "Lying about what?"

"I think you do like me," he protested.

You let out an annoyed groan, throwing your head back. "And why the fuck do you think that?"

"Because you would've blocked my number a long time ago," he started. "You wouldn't have pulled me in here in private to tell me to stop if you didn't like me."

"Well you know what.." you reached for the door knob, grabbing it as you looked at him. "Now I'm gonna leave, so you can be alone." You twisted the knob expecting the door to open, but all you got was nothing. You twisted it again, pulling it harder but it still didn't budge. Panic started to sleep in as you kept repeating the steps over and over with nothing changing.

You were locked in a room with Haechan and no one knew. Not only that but it was on the other side of the estate. You turned to him, being forced to look at his mocking smile. "The door is locked."

"So shouldn't you call someone," he inquired.

"You're right," you sighed. You pulled out your phone and called someone you knew was there, but they didn't pick up. You called again, but the same thing happened. The third time you called, the call was immediately dropped. You pulled the phone from your ear, looking at the top corner. You had no bars and you were pretty sure he knew this.

"You let me drag you over here knowing I would have no service," you grumbled. "You're evil."

"I'm not evil. I just let you act freely," he claimed. Haechan stood in front of you with the most smug expression you've seen yet. His hands were in his pockets, leaning on the door frame that the both of you stood in front of. You glanced at his neck, realizing that he never fixed his collar that you messed up when you dragged him off the floor.

Just then is when you realized how small the room was. It was a bit dark, the only thing illuminating the room was the moon light and the small desk lamp that was on. You watched him as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt a bit, gulping at the sudden action.

"Well we're probably gonna be in here a while so we might as well get comfortable right?"

"Whatever," you grumbled. You walked to the chair in the corner of the room sitting in it and crossing your legs. He was right, the two of you were gonna be in that small, stuffy, dark room for a bit so there was no need to keep your heels on either. Quickly, you kick them off your feet, sighing at the relief you were given.

Haechan sat on the desk, leaning on his arms that were now being him. You wanted to pretend to be busy on your phone or something, but there was no use when you couldn't even use it, so now you were forced to sit there with your arms crossed staring at a wall.

"You know you can talk to me right? We don't have to sit here in silence."

You scoffed, turning your body away from him in the seat. "I don't wanna talk to you."

Haechan laughed softly, licking his lips as his eyes scanned over your body. He loved messing with you, getting you angry just to curse at him. You always held yourself in so much regard, never getting angry or losing your cool with most people. But for some reason he bought those feelings out of you, even in places like this.

You had to stop letting him get you angry, and you were going to stop it for once and for all in this very room.

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It had been about 2 hours already and you were sure no one was looking for you both. You haven't even heard any noise from outside the door and it was already 11:30. You were beginning to think that you'd be there till the morning. But even if that was true, you still wouldn't say anything to Haechan.

He figured out the game you were playing when you wouldn't respond to him after a while, leaving him to talk to himself. You were really stubborn and he knew that, but he didn't think you would be this bad. But even when you were mad at him he couldn't get the thought of all the things he could do to you in the room. Take you and fuck you over the desk. Or rip your dress off and fuck you against the window. Maybe he could just spread your legs in the chair you were sitting and just eat you out like there was no tomorrow. Your legs did look good in the dress.

"Can you stop staring at me?" That was the first thing you said to him in a while, the annoyed look forever stuck in your face.

"I'm sorry, you just look really good tonight." Haechan smiles to himself seeing how obviously off put you were by the sudden compliment. "You're not good at hiding your facial expressions."

"Stop talking to me."

"As if you want me to stop talking," he replied, giving you a dry laugh. You shot him a glare, but he looked so good at that moment. You don't know how, but his hair was a bit disheveled and looked like he unbuttoned his shirt a bit more.

You wanted to say something but you couldn't. He had a response for everything. You couldn't stand it. You couldn't stand his witty mind or how he laughed at you. You couldn't stand how he would smile at your anger or lick his lips every time he saw you. The way he would tease you just to make you squirm. You couldn't stand the way his hands would brush against yours sometimes. Sometimes you wanted his hands on you, sometimes you wanted his soft lips on yours. You wanted his body against yours, holding you tight as if he would lose you.

Haechan was so observant, and for some reason you forgot this when you crossed your legs and squeezed them tight. His eyes went from your face to your legs quickly. "What was that about?"

"What? I can't cross my legs now," you snapped. You responded a little bit too quickly, almost like you were caught doing something you weren't supposed to. You looked over at him, breath hitching when you see the way he was sitting now. His legs were open leaning back on one hand while the other was ghosting over his zipper.

"If you wanna fuck me all you have to do is ask."

"Oh please, I would never in a million years fuck you," you said rolling your eyes.

"Well it's looking like you want to right now," he snickered. "We wouldn't have to beat around the bush if you weren't so uptight."

Something in you snapped when you heard the word uptight. You stood up, walking to him with anger. You stood directly between his legs, a scowl overtaking your lips. "I am not uptight. I've worked too hard and too much to ever let myself be called uptight by anyone, especially a man child like you."

Haechan tilted his head, lids dropping as he glanced at your glossed lips. "Don't you ever get lonely," he asked out of the blue.

"What are you talking about?"

"You aren't good at hiding your emotions," he pointed out. "I saw you staring at all the other couples earlier. I know you're lonely."

"I am not lonely," you argue. "I'm perfectly fine by myself, thank you very much."

He raised a brow, not believing your words for one second. "When was the last time someone touched you?"

"W-why do you care?" You didn't mean to stutter, but the mere thought of it was actually starting to drive you insane. It's been a long time. You never meant for it to happen that way, it's just been because of work and family drama that you haven't really been able to find anyone. You've just been so tired and exhausted, sometimes you couldn't even be bothered to touch yourself.

Haechan couldn't take it anymore, being so close to you and you still pretending you didn't want him. He put his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him and the desk.

"Haechan stop," you said, shocked. You uncrossed your arms, pushing at his chest to get out his grasp, but he wasn't budging. You gulped, the feeling of his soft hands on your skin showing in the cutouts of the dress making your head spin. And he smelled so good, did he always smell this good? Maybe it was the lack of sexual attention, but you were starting to lose your mind right about now.

"You don't really want me to stop do you?" His quiet, warm, nothing like the usual mocking he took with you. It made you wet, and you didn't like that. His hands moved to your lower back, rubbing circles on your body.

Your heart was beating out your chest at this point and you just kept getting wetter and wetter with the way he was talking to you, looking at you, just being near him was enough. You didn't realize how touch deprived you had been, but now you're too deep to get out. Your mouth went dry trying to fish the words out your head. For the first time in your life, you're completely speechless.

"I'll take that as a no." Haechan moved his hands back to your sides, raising them ever so slowly till his thumbs brushed the underside of your chest. "I can feel your heart beating. Fuck that's hot."

You stood there completely still letting him touch you. He was so close to you, you could feel his breath on your skin. You couldn't help but let your eyes flicker to his lips, they were so pretty and plump, and probably really soft.

"You wanna kiss me don't you," he whispered, leaning into you. His mouth hovered over yours the perfect amount, lips brushing over yours lightly. "It's okay, just admit it Y/N. You wanna kiss me. You wanna fuck me."

Gulping, you shook your head, but Haechan was quick to see how your brows furrowed. "No.."

"I bet you wore this pretty dress just for me didn't you," he accused, laughing dryly when you scoffed. Haechan trailed his hands down your body again going directly to your ass, gripping it hard, but not too rough. "You want me to tell you what I want right now?"

"If you were man enough, you'd just do it." You were completely caught off guard when he planted a firm smack to your ass smiling and biting his lip. You let out a gasp, fingers taking a soft hold of his shirt. "H-haechan, don't do that," you stuttered. You wanted to not like it, but you did. You liked it a lot and you wanted him to do it again. At that moment, you just happened to look down and see that he was fully hard, straining against his pants.

"You talk too much," he mumbled. He was breathing heavily, taking every bit of energy in his body to restrain himself from jumping off the desk and bending you over.

"Shut me up."

Haechan wasted no time capturing your lips on his in a heated, messy kiss. Your hands flew to his face, holding it as you kissed him deeply. He still tasted like the whiskey he was drinking earlier and his lips are softer than you imagined. The little moans that left your mouth made him dizzy. He always thought of this moment, always feeling like it would be a bit anticlimactic, but he was so wrong.

Haechan moved you back a bit, lips still on yours as he hopped off the desk and spun you around. He pressed his body against yours, fingers traveling up the slit in your dress. "Are you kidding," he said against your lips, smirking to himself. "You're not even wearing shorts under this. Fuck, you drive me crazy."

He slips his hand between your legs, parting lips with you when he feels exactly how wet you are. "Fuck babe is literally down your legs."

You hide your face in his neck from embarrassment. He affects you too easily and all you had to do was hide it till someone could find the both of you. But here you were, kissing him, letting him touch you.

"Nuh uh, look at me," he said gently, making you face him. He pulled his fingers from under your dress, your arousal making them glisten in the low light. "So this is what I do to you hm? And you said you'd never fuck me."

"Shut up," you whined softly. "You're so annoying."

"I can't be as annoying as this pussy aching to be fucked, can I?" He put his fingers up to your mouth, looking at you like he was about to pounce. "Suck it."

"What? No," you refused, shaking your head slightly.

"Suck. It."

Haechan's tone suddenly changed, going from teasing and soft to demanding. You stopped talking and licked his fingers, wrapping your lips around them tasting yourself in your tongue. And if you didn't know any better, you'd say the look you were giving him right about now could make him cum alone.

"That's it," he cooed. "That's a good girl." Heat rushed to you when he took his fingers out your mouth, looking away to avoid his hungry gaze. Haechan let out a chuckle, kissing you softly. "Now let's get this dress out the way hm?" Haechan turned you around gently, unzipping the back of your dress. You let the silk fall off your body, and pool at your feet.

All too quickly, he bent you over the desk, making you gasp in shock. Just when you were about to say something, you felt a hard smack on your ass. "Fuck," you choked out through gritted teeth.

"That's for saying no the first time."

Smack.

"That's for the second time."

Smack.

The list kept going and going, some smacks harder than the next. You completely forgot where you were at the point, moans and groans becoming louder with each hit. You were sure you weren't gonna be able to sit without feeling pain for a bit.

"God you're enjoying this aren't you," he chuckled darkly. "you're so wet, it's dripping all over the floor. I should make you lick it up."

Panicked, you shook your head fast. "N-no."

"It's okay I wouldn't do that to you. Yet." He moves down your spine with his fingers, snapping your bra against your skin making you whine softly. "God, you're really loving this aren't you."

You started hearing the clink of him undoing his belt, the sound making you both nervous and excited. You needed this so badly, you were so sensitive, any touch, sound, taste would probably send you over the edge. You were pretty sure you were going to cum if he kept spanking you.

Haechan quickly pulled himself out of his pants quickly, cock already dripping with precum. "Now you tell me. Should I just fuck you or should I make you wait like you made me?"

"Haechan please, just fuck me," you whispered breathlessly. You absolutely hated begging for anything. It was so embarrassing that you went from yelling at him and demanding him to now pleading for him to be inside you.

"I wonder what all those people out there would say if they saw you like this." He rubbed his tip against your core, pushing it against your panties teasingly. You arched you back against him, wanting to feel more of him. "You're like a bitch in heat. Fuck Y/N, you needed this for a long time didn't you?"

You nodded fast, pressing your legs together for some pressure. "Please Haechan just give it to me already."

"Since you asked so nicely.." Haechan ripped your panties to your ankles, eyes never leaving the absolute mess between your legs. Pressing his tip on your entrance, he held your hip tight. Slowly, he pushed himself into you letting you feel the stretch you long needed. And at that moment, a look of surprise spread across his face when you let out a loud shaky whimper fluttering around him.

"Did you just cum," he said, mocking tone lacing his voice.

"I-I couldn't help it," you said, voice muffled on the table. You wanted to say something else, but was cut off by the feeling of him thrusting into you slowly. With each movement, you let out a choked moan. He thrusted so deep into you, you could feel every inch of him. The feeling was so intoxicating that you started to move your hips at the same time as him.

"Good girl," he grunted lowly. "Fuck that pretty pussy on this cock."

Your moans filled the room, the constant whimpers jumping off the walls back into your ears. Haechan took your arms and pinned them to your back when he started to fuck you faster. Your face was pressed on the smooth wooden desk practically drooling. You jumped feeling him plant a hard smack on your ass. "F-fuck!"

"You like that?"

"Mhm," you whimpered, hissing at the feeling of another smack. Haechan smacked your ass again, pounding into you hard. Your skin pinched slightly against the edge of the desk, but the pain mixed with the pleasure made your eyes roll back. "Haechan, I-I'm gonna cum."

"No you're not," he growled. Haechan pulled out of you and lifted your body off the desk. Haechan turned you around, lifting you and sitting your body on the wood. He pushed your body down looking at the mess he made of you. Your makeup was a mess, drool and small tears painting your cheeks. In his eyes, you were an absolute dream. So pretty, messy, weak, submissive and it was all for him.

Haechan swiftly pulled your hips off the edge of the desk, making you groan quietly. He lined himself back with your core, pushing himself in you and bottoming out. Haechan gave you no time to make sense of the change in position, fucking into you quick and hard.

"Haechan," you whined loudly, wrapping your legs around his waist. You were intoxicated in his touch, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head when his hand rubbed up your body and around your neck.

"These are in the way," he mumbled, a grin spreading on his lips. And with that, he ripped the pearl necklace off your neck, the sound of the tiny expensive balls hitting the ground all around the both of you.

"That..that was expensive," you moaned breathlessly, brows furrowing at the pressure around your neck.

"Don't worry babe I can buy another one." He squeezed your neck the right amount almost as if he knew it was perfect. Your hands flew to his wrist, squeezing it as you stared up at him lost in the feeling of him filling you up.

"I'm gonna cum," you whimpered breathlessly.

"Cum. Cum for me Y/N," he grunted, slamming into you. "Fuck I'm so close." He took his hand on your neck, plunging it between your legs, rubbing your neglected clit fast.

You were so fucked out of your mind, so sensitive to the point where you couldn't even form a coherent sentence. All you could do is reach up and make grabby hands to communicate with him, and luckily for you, he understood. Haechan leaned down, kissing you messily and passionately. You held onto his shirt, your grip so strong he was afraid you'd pop a button.

"Haechan, I…I" You came around him with a loud high pitched whine, core squeezing around him right. Your ankles locked around his waist, not letting him go until you calm down from your high. Once your grip weakened, he pulled out of you quickly making you whine at the loss of him. Haechan stroked himself quickly above your limp tired body.

"Shit." He came on your stomach, the white fluid sticking to your lace lingerie painting your pretty skin.

The both of you stayed where you were for a minute allowing yourselves to catch your breaths. That's when it dawned on you that you just fucked Haechan, the one person you said you would never fuck. But you didn't feel bad about it or even embarrassed. In fact, you waited for the moment for a long time.

Haechan broke your deep thoughts patting your cheek to get your attention. "You okay down there?"

"Why wouldn't I be," you huffed, sitting up on your elbows weakly. You watched Haechan eye your body, jaw clenching when he got to the mess on your stomach.

"I wanna put a baby in you so badly," he mumbled.

"Okay, that's moving pretty fast," you laughed softly. "I can't believe we just did that."

"It was bound to happen." Haechan whipped the sweat off his brow, pushing his already messy hair back. "I always thought about how this moment would happen."

"Of course you did. That's probably all you could think about for the past couple of months," you snickered.

"You say that like you didn't have wet dreams about me and probably thought about me when you-"

"Okay, okay. You win" you said quietly accepting defeat. "It's so..hot in here."

"Do you think the window will open?"

"I don't know. Give it a try."

Haechan fixed himself up quickly and walked to the window. He placed his hands on the underside of the window, not thinking that it would open at all due to how old the house was, but to his and your surprise, it did.

"Are you fucking kidding me," you groaned softly.

"Don't be mad. At least you got some dick out of this," he teased.

"Shut up and just help me get dressed."

"If I help you, will you go on a date with me?"

"If I agree, will you stop being annoying and never talk about this again?"

"Can't make any promises to that, but I can promise to buy you a new necklace."

"Then we have a deal."

[pictureinme]

Can we get Robert Fischer obsessed with a cam girl?

thank u so much for this idea omg ... i had so much fun w this !! also u have the honor of being my first fischer fic LOL

superstar

robert fischer x camgirl!reader word count: 1.2k tags: male masturbation, sex toys (vibrator), overstimulation, camming

(ao3)

Robert lets out a groan as he watches you through his monitor. You had just started streaming, still completely clothed, but he couldn’t resist how you teased at your hardening nipples through your top. Scantily clad, of course, you never were the type to dress modestly for these shows.

He had been watching you for about a month now, turning notifications on almost immediately. The way you would fit all these toys inside yourself with almost no difficulty, and yet still sound so authentic– Robert could be falling in love at this point. Don’t even get him started on your angelic face, he has never seen someone quite like you. If he had, he would’ve been married a long time ago.

“So many people already… and even some new faces!” You grin and begin to hike your pathetic excuse for a skirt up your thighs, revealing the tiniest of panties. “Of course, my favorite supporter is here too. Hi, fischbait!”

“Fuck…” Robert covers his mouth with his hand as his length twitches at you simply uttering his screen name. He knew it was unavoidable that you would notice him– every stream he would send you a minimum of 500 bucks. It didn’t matter if you did anal or anything out of the ordinary, Robert just loved seeing that look in your eyes when you hear that telltale notification sound.

Sometimes he would send messages along with the donations, telling you to buy a specific kind of toy or outfit. Most often, though, he was a silent supporter.

“I think you’re really gonna like what I have in store, you guys,” Robert watches as you move your panties to the side, revealing a vibrator already inside of you, “Whoever gives the biggest donation gets to control this little thing. How cute is that?”

He scrambles closer to his desk, making sure he heard that right. Messages flood in the chatbox:

come on, we all know who’s gonna control it

Just want to see you happy, pretty girl :)

do we even have a chance against that rich fuck lol

even if i control it for just one second, ill be so happy

Yeah, Robert heard you loud and clear. He knows no one will even come close to the amount he could donate, but he decided to keep it lower than what his dirty mind wanted. He watches as the donations pour in rapidly, only reaching a measly 300. Didn’t they realize you deserve so much more?

“Jesus, I always gotta step up to the plate, don’t I?” He chuckles to himself as he sends in his amount of cash, waiting for your reaction.

You’re already moaning halfheartedly due to the other donators’ actions, but your eyes widen in what seems like genuine shock when you see a notification you have never seen before:

fischbait donated 1,000 bucks!

“Holy fuck, thank you, f– ah!”

As soon as the control prompt showed up on his screen, Robert couldn’t resist making the vibe go to the highest setting, even if it was for just half a second. He bit his lip as he watched you recover from the sudden stimulation, your breathing ragged.

“Oh, thank you so much, fischbait,” you smile widely, opening your legs even further, “Treat me nicely, okay? Or don’t…”

Robert’s hand drops from his mouth to palm at his hardness. He wanted you to pay attention to him only, and he was finally gonna have that. He moves the vibrator’s settings to something more realistic and watches as you begin to grab at your chest.

“Feels so good, fuck," you pull down your top, revealing your tits to Robert– well, everyone, but he didn't want to think about that right now. "You're so good to me…"

"Yeah, just like that, (Y/N)," he takes his cock out from his increasingly uncomfortable slacks, quickly fisting it. "Show me your pretty tits, yeah…"

Robert waits for you to get comfortable with the speed he set, just to move it up by one. Your thighs tremble slightly, he could tell you were holding back. He sees you getting even wetter around the toy, glistening in the soft light of your room– it could be a studio, for all he knows. Robert's donations could certainly fund that. He acts like that idea didn't send a jolt through his body.

"Fuck, fuck," your head rolls back slightly, revealing your damp chest even further, "I think I'm gonna come already. God, don't stop!"

He couldn't care less that he was in his office and that his godforsaken secretary could walk in with some useless papers for him to sign at any given moment– he needed to make you come over and over again. Robert’s tip was leaking profusely, but his grip stopped him from doing anything prematurely. Maybe he wanted to be caught with his dick in his hand, what could anyone do about it?

Robert ups the setting again and watches you convulse around the tiny thing inside you. Uncontrollable moans and whimpers come out of his speakers at an embarrassing volume, but he’s only focused on keeping his pumps in time with your trembling. You babble nonsense as he brings the vibrations down somewhat, but not turning it off.

“Please, please, please… it’s so much!”

With his unoccupied hand, Robert quickly types into the chatbox:

Beg for me to stop if you want it so bad.

Your eyes glance at your own monitor, and you bite your lip before you respond, “Please, fischbait, don’t… don’t stop. Make me come again, okay? I want it so bad it hurts, please– fuck!”

He turns it to a pulsing setting, and you collapse back onto your plush duvet. Robert fists his length as you shake, the two of you practically moaning in sync. The wet sounds he was creating echo in his office as he chases his release, trying his best to time it with yours.

“I’m coming, God, I’m coming, please!”

Robert comes with a loud groan just as soon as you do, his release spilling all over his pristine desk. He continues to pump himself as you come down from your high, almost overstimulating himself to the point of incoherence.

You rise slowly from your bed, giggling tiredly, “Jesus fuck, thank you all so much for your… generous donations. I think I’m all tuckered out!”

He calmed his breathing only to hear your fucked out voice– which had him already preparing for another hard-on. “God, (Y/N)...”

“I’m gonna head out for the night,” you got closer to the camera, winking, “See you all next week, yeah?”

The camera clicks off, and he leans back in his chair, exhausted. Taking in the mess on his table, Robert realizes something. He never had a sense of clarity after orgasming with you, there were no regrets to be had. The things he’d do just to have you in his arms…

His reverie is interrupted by a ping! from his desktop, a message landed in his inbox.

today’s stream was perfect thanks to you, honey! you always treat me so well. i’d love to get to know you better ;)

Tonight was far from over.

[sgnjimmy]

2, 9 w reader nd goo? thx!

★ 𝓖𝓸𝓸 𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

≛ 𝙰/𝚗: thank you for requesting!! here it is <3. Found out idk how to write a small story cuz I said 200 or 300 and look at this shit. also I'm new to these kind of events so be patient w me people 😔.

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Goo is laying on the bed, readjusting his heavy breathing, as his chest moves up and down calmly. You began to sit up and as you try to exit the bed you hear his voice.

"Leaving already?" He breathes. Goo shifts behind you. "What about round two?"

The room breaks silent for a tough minute. You feel him move closer.

"Y/n?" His hand reaches your arm but you brush him off quickly.

"Goo." You finally say. "Let's… Break this off, okay?"

"What?" He takes a moment from his next sentence and places himself besides you on the edge of the bed. "What. You’re– you're telling me you liking someone?"

You didn’t think he would go there so fast. Goo wasn’t one to remember details and also not one to attach himself. Long ago, when you two started this sexual arrangement, you set the boundary that if any of you developed feelings for someone, you'll both end this relationship.

And that was exactly what happened. You developed feeling for someone — Goo being that someone. And for a while now, but you didn't want to end the arrangement. Too attached to this bit of Goo that you could have.

But you knew that you had to end it. The longer it took you, the harder it would be to get over him and finally move on.

There was no need to lie, so you didn't. "Yeah, something like that."

In the next seconds, you gathered the courage to look at him. Goo looked distant. Not only was he further away physically, but his eyes too seemed somewhere far, far away.

He looked nothing like the Goo that would jump right into your personal space every time he saw you, laughing to himself when you'd curse him for being too clingy.

"Who?" His voice so ticc you almost don't recognize it.

"It doesn't matter–"

"It does." Goo looks at you. Piercing gaze locked on your eyes.

"Goo." You plead.

"Don't I have the right to know? Thanks to this fucker I'm losing a good fuck."

You look away from him, shutting your eyes closed.

A good fuck.

That all this is. That's all you are to him.

"If this is all this is, why do you care?" You curse yourself for getting emotional in front of him, but his words did hurt you. You feel tears threatening to fall.

"Why do I care? I just told you." He grows a mischievous smile on his face. "Besides, a pussy like yours is hard to find."

"Goo, stop. Don't." You hide your head between your hands and fastly wipe the wet tears gathered on your eyes — hoping Goo didn't notice it. Straightening your back you say, "Don't worry, you'll find it."

This time you can't help the tear running down your cheek. Your hand tries to wipe it but Goo beats you at that. Bringing his thumb to your cheek, he softly gets rid of it.

"Y/n." His voice is concerned and as you raise you head you see him, his eyes worry you. You never knew Goo was capable of looking so vulnerable, so broken in distress.

"It's nothing." You try to brush him off.

"I'm not gonna let you leave this room till you tell me exactly who made you cry like this."

You almost laugh at him.

"You're impossible. " You shake your head while starting to get up.

"..."

Goo watches you for a while as you rub your face with both hands anxiously, changing your weight from one foot to the other.

"I'm serious." In the next moment Goo is standing in front of you. He holds your hands close to his chest.

"When are you serious, Goo?" He holds your hands tighter when he feels you trying to retrieve them.

"When it really matters." He doesn't hesitate to say. "Now tell me."

You, on the other hand, hesitate to open your mouth and anything else. Too ashamed and afraid. Your eyes scan the room around you both, from the night table on the right to the painting on the left wall — trying to look anywhere but Goo in the eyes.

You find yourself with no place left to run as he holds your chin up, eyeing you himself. Your eyes fall to your feet quickly, still not ready to face him.

"Goo, it's…" You retrieve your hands from his hold, bringing them around yourself — seeking any type of confort. "You. It's you."

"..."

You don't believe your ears when you hear a laugh, so you look up to make sure and… There he is, laughing.

From all the scenarios you had imagined, none included Goo laughing at you. It made you want to run away from the room. From him.

"I can't believe it." He stops laughing for a moment but still holds on to a fresh smile. "You like me?" His cocky smirk doesn't help you calm yourself.

"It's your fault for asking me. Now you know, so let's- never see each other again." You hold your chin up, feeling those damn tears come back. Blinking, you try to keep them from falling. "Okay?"

"Not a chance, baby."

What?

You move your gaze back at him, furrowing your brow.

"Heh, now that I know you like me I'm not letting you go. Not now and not ever." Goo breaks into a chuckle when he sees you're still confused. "Baby… it's not just you. I love you, too."

Those words shock you to your core. He really did so? You can't belive it, this has to be some kind of dream or pra–

Your thoughts are interrupted when Goo's arms appear around you, locking your body on his chest. He squeezes tight for a second as if asking you to hug him back when you don't react. It takes a minute or two, but when you finally do so, he rests his head on the crook of your neck.

The room falls quiet, and only the sound of your breathing can be heard. But as the seconds fly by you began to notice, there is another sound too... The sound of your and his heart beats.

So very much synchronized, they almost sound like only one.

"I've... never been this close to someone else before. It's funny." You laugh. "Can you heart our heart beats, too?"

"Oh, is that what that is! I thought you were having some stomachal problems."

"Asshole." You curse him while your face holds the purest of the smiles.

© 𝙨𝙧𝙜𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙮 2023

[crepes-suzette-373]

Ancestral Baggage

(sort of a part 2 of this)

Not entirely sure where I'm going with this. This is all probably a reach, so feel free to ignore this wall of text (it's even longer than the previous one, I htink).

Even though in the previous part linked above I said that the Germa Ancestors might not necessarily have wanted to reconquer the North Blue, I personally think they do.

To me there is something noteworthy about how Brook specified that the Vinsmokes conquered the North Blue with military power.

I feel like just saying "conquering" already implies military power. If it needed to be stated specifically in the records that Brook cited, it might mean that their military is something to really pay attention to.

Considering Yonji also said that they've been a kingdom of science for generations, I think there's two possibilities:

1) Their scientific research has always been about weaponry and military related. Therefore, even 300 years ago they had insanely advanced weapons, which made them powerful enough to take down an entire quarter of the world

2) They used to be just a warrior/military kingdom, but after being destroyed they switched to scientific research to make up for the lack of manpower and resources

I personally think it's option 1 right now.

If this is indication that the militaristic environment in Germa is not recent development, then the probability that Germa's royalty has been consumed by an obsession for revenge and/or restoration of their kingdom for 300 years since their destruction is not low.

In the previous part, I mentioned similarities between Germa and the Shandians of Kalgara's time. When Noland found them, they're trapped by a certain "tradition" that led to the unfortunate practice of human sacrifice:

I mentioned in the previous part that the Shandian ancestor seems to be actually a very advanced engineer, as they were the one who built the robots. But somehow they lost that (maybe in the void century), and over the long long years of isolation they became bogged down in a tradition without knowledge of anything different.

Germa is rather similar to that. After the destruction of their original land, they're isolated from most of the world for 300 years.

What if in that isolation they started to develop this extremely militaristic tradition where even the slightest weakness is not tolerated? Like, maybe at first they only did that for survival, and everyone are encouraged to be stronger just so that they can live. But then maybe a few decades down the line, it got corrupted into just an absolute intolerance for "weakness".

This dialogue sounded like a genuine question from someone who doesn't understand anything different:

Maybe this is just how Germa has been like for decades past. Maybe even if Judge had been someone else, this whole mess would still have happened because that's just how it is there.

But going back to Kalgara. The tradition that their ancestors passed down is not all bad. There's also the poneglyph that they continued to guard:

I have been curious if there might be some secret in Germa that is kept strictly a secret only for the king.

Reiju never mentioned the ancestors when talking about the goal to reconquer North Blue. Maybe she just didn't think it was necessary to bring it up, just like how she never said the bracelets are fake until the very last minute. But it's also possible that she just doesn't know.

Maybe, only the king and the king's heir have the right to know the full scope of the past. In which case that might be why there's something very strange about Ichiji (case 1, case 2, case 3, case 4). Various people have sensed that he's hiding something, we just don't know what.

Maybe he knows something about Germa that none of the other siblings do. Except that with his modifications, he just don't care about the ancestors the way that Judge does.

This is also going into very conspiratorial territory, because this only works assuming all the above to be true, and this is a bunch of "what ifs" piled on top of another, and if one is false this just doesn't work anymore.

Whole Cake broke this ancestral baggage that I like to call "the ghost of 66". As I detailed above, I think that Germa developed a very harmful mindset and environment because of whatever happened 300 years ago, and eventually the people just aren't able to understand any other point of view.

That argument:

And this statement combined:

Sounds similar to this to me:

Judge claims that he was doing this for the sake of the departed ancestors. Yet, in doing so he's sacrificing the living for the sake of the dead. Or, sacrificing the present and future for the sake of the past.

He expended himself and basically destroyed his family for that.

It was similar to how Kalgara almost sacrificed his daughter because of tradition, and how the villagers almost killed Noland's men because of their reverence for their ancestors. In the end, though, Noland's sincerity and actions managed to change the Shandians' minds. He was able to make them realise that the people who are presently alive is the most important.

Sora didn't immediately succeed the way that Noland did, but thanks to Sora's actions making Sanji the way that he is, it led to everything that happens in Whole Cake.

After that, there's already various indication of Germa changing course, even if there's no on-screen declaration of it like with the Shandians.

This, obviously:

And by all accounts, it looks like Neo MADS was just meant to be all for Science to be better than Vegapunk. While we don't know what they will do now that Vegapunk is technically "dead", it looks like the issue of North Blue conquest and/or revenge against the other kings is just completely dropped.

The theme in the more recent arcs of One Piece is "know the past, learn from the past, but put it down and move on to a new era". The ghost of 66 is gone. Reiju and the other siblings basically never had any investment in that "ghost". They were just roped into it by Judge.

If Judge is gone or dead, they'll be the "new beginning". Killing them all off kind of goes against the theme.

Plus, again, it really looks to me like there's something actually plot-important in Germa. I'm convinced they'll be back, and this time in a non-awful way. You know, similar to how Buggy and Crocodile are kind of just... hanging around like that and nobody really considers them a threat anymore.

End delusion.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading.

[zmb1eslut]

Never healing wounds.

convinced myself I was alone.

word count: 535

warnings: animal violence, threats.

a/n: Luke Castellan's POV. First draft.

Another night without an ounce of sleep, because the summer air costumes itself as the warmth of Thalia's fingers wrapped around my arm when we hid together. And I can't both breathe and drawn on the shame. I was not enough to save her.

I draw the bow I borrowed, using the moonlight as a guide.

The best swordman in the last 300 hundred years. Yeah, get the last one for me and I'll show him why I'm tired of his fucking shadow. Distracting myself with just a dumb title to forget why I even pretend to care. She left it all for me. Us. And Annabeth is still here, and new children come every year. Everyone needs this guy. He's so much fucking fun. Worth dying over, apparently.

So die.

I shot without a warn and didnt move until the bird smashed itself on the ground. And as it's blood drained onto the dirt mine started flowing through my veins like it hadn't for a long time. I felt like myself again, just a moment. When survival meant killing, in a way, every day. To eat, to breathe, regret.

I kill myself everyday for them to live. Watch me care.

And watching me she was. I wasn't sure if I wanted to bother with awknowledgment or explanations. She was kinda nuts on her own way but never spoke out of place. Maybe she would just go back to cabin eleven, twirl her hair for another edgy prick's attention and leave me alone this once.

I hoped.

And I was wrong for doing so.

"Why?" She asked, seating nearby on the floor.

It almost made me laugh. She had a way of sucking with words that made me wonder if maybe it was me who didn't tuned in correctly. Always lacking some fundamental sense. She made me feel like I was going mad. And for cringy it felt to think, just her presence made me wanna punch a wall, a sweet way to say, strangle the voice out of her throat until the lack of air turned off the last of her half-assed idiotic thoughts forever.

"Why what?" I asked prepping for the next blow.

"Why not just use your hands?"

'It doesn't scratch me right' was my first thought. Did it even make sense? Was it even true? It was a weird question to make so I shouldn't worry that much anout a good answer. Still I did, I kept trying to aim as an excuse to not speak yet. And eventually I had no running away. "It would feel inhuman." I admitted, maybe to myself before shooting the nest.

"You aren't one." She said, and when I turned to look at her over my shoulder, she was fixed on the broken eggs like I was a moment ago. I wasn't human she said, and somehow I was many people's favorite.

"I'm at least a half." Was my first clever retort as I tried to not let her words dig too deep in my thoughts.

"So, less than one."

"I'm never 'less than'" And silence.

My night was already spoiled so I went to retrieve the arrows, put it all back on it's place, run away, hide under my sheets and never truly sleep. To wake up tomorrow and held a funeral for the bird on the floor after some camper reaches for me with teary eyes. Bury it deeply with the guilt and shame, wash it from my hands in front of everyone, and be a hero like every other day.

"Can I shoot?" She stopped me.

"I'll rather have someone teach you on daylight" Literally anyone at any point that isn't me and isn't now.

"But if I wait I'll get no chance of it being you will I?" At least she didn't played dumb. I had to sigh either way though. Was she so bad at getting cues. Yes. It won't ever be me If I have a choice, still I smiled, I wasn't a stone.

"Not my grounds, no."

"Then just guide me like they do in romances."

"Why exactly?"

"It'll make me feel alive."

[zippverschluss]

ep 9 notes

haven't checked the tag yet, need to sort through / document my thoughts first.

i'm a bit... disappointed, i guess? but i think that's owed to my expectations. after a week of collective theorizing i was (not so) secretly hoping for a sauruman VS gandalf style face off and so what we got felt a bit... pedestrian?

so i guess the gardener did hurt him after all, just not the 'shears-in-your-body' kind of inury? i honestly thought he'd stick to stalking.

speaking of which, i'll be disappointed if it's really garden dude using nayeon and not the other way round. nayeon being skilled in black magic and just using / playing men left and right to reach her own various ends and satisfy her needs would have elevated the character immensely. feels a bit disrespectful tbh.

speaking of disrespect, i suspected as much, but still... how can they have the mother not know? like honestly? how can her asshole husband tell the woman his son just broke up with about the illness but not his wife? i reeeaaally want hj to hex him... like, make him step on a lego everyday of his life. or have shampoo get into his eyes. something like that.

back in ep. 3 when sy saw hj in the dress and just last episode, we focused on his right hand. same happend during the proposal scene in ep. 5 and yesterday in the hospital with nayeon. i guess that holds significance?

were sy and ny ever intimate with each other?

i liked how they filmed the nightmare hj had.

also, how ambigious jg still feels. though i'm leaning towards ally who hasn't realized yet that he missed his shot. (also, does jg know the mayor is dirty? the mayor is dirty, right? playing footsie with the haum ceo? is that why he poached sy? to take on the mayor? and if he doesn't know, doesn't that just really undercut his character?)

did garden dude hit sy with some magic to make him black out? did that magic bring back his past memories? i thought he remembered when he woke up in the hospital.

but then i really don't understand the artistic decision process behind the scene in front of the hospital. that scene made (makes) me think i must be mistaken? how can he remember loving / killing her 300 years ago and the first thing he asks about is the in house messenger? (yeah, i know, he wanted her to go back on her word...) but even if he wanted to not let on, where were the longing / pining / loving eyes from last episode? the whole thing just felt very bland and weird.

also, poor rowoon. they obvs. didn't find hospital pants long enoug for him.

also, pls. don't push sick / hospitalized people. you don't know what tubes / needles they have sticking in or out of them. drama writers, find other ways to initiate physical touch. (just as lazy as drunk alley dude in ep 2).

i cared about ma and go for the first time. that scene was funny. i don't appreciate that once again show insinuates that a man is needed to keep a home in order, but since ma is freshly divorced it is plausible. for a moment i thought he was gonna choke her out or pass out himself. lol

also, re the hug, 'what kind of man asks that beforehand?'. the kind that respects boundaries and gives you the chance to say no? uncool ma, uncool show.

i guess no tentative friendships at work, but passive-aggressiveness?

loved the fireworks and the traditional music. was my favourite part of the episode. that slapped. wished they would have kept that music for the romantic scene.

there's still the option that him wholeheartedly embracing his feelings for hj brought upon the past memories. in which case that must be one long-ass hug. still, i'd prefer that scenario over the hospital-dream one. embracing his feelings because he remembers cheapens it a bit imo. its prob. the latter though seeing how he asked his mom about past lives.

his parents' bickering is getting on my nerves.

this episode felt really disjointed. i understand the cuts / edits were to not reveal too much, but at this point i'm just really annoyed by it.

for that reason bridge scene didn't have the impact it prob. should have had since i wasn't really sure what was going on?

spell scene too short, dress not as strange / pretty. but loved the music. also, what spell did she use? seduction?

i liked the child actors surprisingly much. i liked it even more that already as a child she had shaman capabilities.

i know tall people fall in love too, but man those hugs looked uncomfortable.

there's many other thoughts in my head but lastly: i guess only him remembers the past out of the two of them. i don't like that. at all. after 8 episodes it finally felt like they were on somewhat even footing when it came to knowledge about magic, spells, curses.... having only him remember once again means he knows more and is the proactive one, whereas she is only reacting and being driven by him. (but, if only him remembers, how can we as an audience see the things that only she can know? being brought to the shaman as a child? her premunition of the bloody hand?)

on that note, i hope the next kiss is initiated by hj. would be nice to see her express her desires / feelings. 3 kisses in and it's always him planting one on her. reciprocity is hot!! gimme gimme gimme!

[ladyazulina]

August 4th

This day was... unexpected in a lot of senses, but I did what I wanted (as my goal), so everything is okay anyway.

I'm noticing I'm not only talking about my writing in those posts and don't know how to feel about that, maybe I should restrain myself and keep on topic or something... I will see.

I... canceled my stream this morning, just two minutes after I started it. The day was... not being kind to me, a lot of weird things happening at the same time, so I also... didn't write early. Mostly because of that.

I decided I wasn't in the mood.

So I passed the morning trying to rewatch Hamilton (trying because the internet was being a devil and the movie stopped every thirty seconds or something like that... for three hours, bless me for continuing trying for that long), Dear Theodosia was suddenly stuck in my head and hearing the song on Youtube wasn't enough.

And after that, how I was set on watching another musical I haven't been able to and wanted since a while ago, I continued with Tick, tick... BOOM!

It was good... I have to watch Rent now.

I have to see all the musicals I ever wanted now, before my hearing gets worse and they became too loud and painful to watch. (I put them on hold because I bought an accessory that let me hear the sounds directly in the hearing aids, but one of my hearing aids started faulting, and I wasn't going to hear anything that way while only wearing one.)

SO! I decided it was time to get to work. My goal of the outline in a month won't go anywhere if I don't sit to make it happen, right?

So I sat to make it happen.

I finished eight of these to reach ten

and also got some essences that let me finish some quests.

But I had a few more words to chime in, so I decided to go against three of these

because I need lots of wood for another quest.

In word count language (?)

Worked in: Microstory. Words written: 23.

I surprised myself adding a new microstory to my second collection (you can find the link to the first collection here), after transcribing a nine-word microstory I wrote before going to sleep.

I also wrote

Worked in: This post. Words written: 161.

which I feel a bit ashamed to be sharing this way. It has no hashtags because I kinda don't want anyone finding it just because and because I don't feel like airing it around (looking for ways to get traction) on the posts with my raw feelings. Yeah, I felt a lot better after feeling validated, and I would love to connect with other people feeling like me, but I found it... wrong to voice it out in the first place to also... format it in a way that makes my voice be spread. I don't know if I am making myself understood.

Sigh.

Anyway, I also

Worked in: AngelDemon. Words written: 1.259.

The outline of the fourth chapter is ready and things are already getting heated there. I'm writing down everything that occurs to me and trying to find answers to the questions even if it's not there where they will be answered. I can't rely on myself to remember it later. So better safe than sorry.

I just remembered I wanted to share a snippet of that old work, I think from the second chapter, but I will do it later when I start rewriting. I think it's still good and still holds a lot of meaning, but it won't be kept, at least not phrased that way, so if I'm going to change it, I can as well share it.

What I will share about it right now is that the demon fell first, but the angel fell harder.

Okay, nothing more to see here except the summary:

Total words: 1.443. Lower daily goal: 100 ✅ Higher daily goal: 300 ✅ 4thewords goal: 444 ✅

And there were days when I wasn't even able to write 100 words... they feel so far away...

Should I be saying that? Not going to be that I'm jinxing myself here...

Tagging: @aziz-reads

[kornstreifs-storys]

AoR, Ch. 1, Page 8

As the now transformed Seraphore embraced Dune, she could feel her panic subsiding. For a moment she curled up in the Legendarys arms and purred, she hadn't fealt this save in years. But then the words they had said, finally reached her mind and she jolted up. Wait? What do you mean, there is still time? she asked hopefull, Am I not dead yet, could I be healed?

The Legendary looked down at her, with a thoughtfull gaze and replied. No, that is not what I meant. Their voice still sounded divine. I meant that death to me, as long as I'm in this dimension, is just like any other condition. To those that come here, by the power of Arceus our great lord, I can bring back from the dead. Dunes eyes widend as they spoke, she could be revived, she could go back.

As the realization rushed through her mind, she began to calm down compleatly. And with her newfound composure, her situation at last began to dawn on her. Right in front of her was one of the most powerful beings in this Universe, powerful enough that death was just a word for them. And they had said, that since she managed to come here, they would hear three requests from her.

As if the Legendary had read her mind, they directed their voice at Dune again. Well, since it seems you have calmed down, how about we continue our conversation from before. Their gaze seemed to read Dune. What is it that brought you here, what desire can I fulfill for you? Dune was stumped by that question, But didn't you say that I came here because I died on your tombstone thingy? she asked perplexed.

I said, that you died on my sacred grounds yes, the Legend replied, but that is only the requirement to be able to come here, if you had been at peace, you would still have simply died and moved on to the spirit realm. They focused Dune as if to wait for her to understand the words they had just spoken. And Dune did understand, So your saying that some deep desire had to bring me here and it wasn't just my wish to live?

The Legendary nodded. Indeed, they replied, many don't wish to die, but only those that have something big holding them back will come here. So my question is what is your hearts desire, what wish do you want granted? What burning Question answerd? Tell me what I can do for you.

The words of the God before her hit hard. Suddenly all the pain and suffering that she had endured in her live came back to her. The feeling of being weak and useless, to only slow Kuro down, that he'd be better of without her. These thoughts all resurfaced at the Seraphores words. And with them there came this deep desire, burning hotter inside her soul then all the blame and selfdoubt. Dune looked up at the still transformed Legend. She knew excacly what she wanted.

I want you to evolve me. She said in a firm tone. Even if you were to revive me now, it wouldn't accomplish much. I would just die again in the near future. I'm not strong enough to defend myself, so I have to evolve or all of this is pointless. The Seraphore got up from their sitting position and closed their eyes. Certainly. Then tell me young Eevee, what evolution path do you wish to walk down?

Dune blinked in surprise, all her confidence had vanished, leaving only confusion. Ehm, I don't know, she admitted, I honestly never thought I'd get this far. She gave the Legendary a nervous smile. They closed their eyes again, Hm. Then if I may ask, what would be your favorite or least favorite Type? Dunes mind wandered, she could not think of anything, as she was kinda distracted by the Seraphores form.

So she asked, Well, before we get to that. I need to ask, what are you supposed to be? I don't think I've ever seen a pokémon like this. No, I guess you wouldn't, the Legend replied, after all they disappeared around 300 years ago. Well I guess I can answer this one. This form is what a human looked like, all Gods could take the form of one, but since the first cataclism 300 years ago, it's hard to take on or maintain this form.

Dune was a bit confused by that explanation but replied anyway, Well if it's hard to maintain why don't you turn back? You only took this form because it has arms right? Hm, Indeed, it's hard to comfort someone without arms, but I also did it because my normal form seemed to make you nervous, the Legend explained. Dune looked at them, I will be fine, don't worry. I think I got used to your presence. She smiled at them warmly.

Well, Ok then, but I should warn you. As soon as I turn back you will likely forget what my human forme looked like. the God explained, It's a wierd side effect of the cataclism, so don't be alarmed. The they turned back and sure enough, as soon as they did so Dune could nto remember what they had looked like before. Wow, this is so wierd! she exclaimed.

Well, the Legend spoke up, now that thats settled, lets get back to the topic at hand. We were talking about your evolution. Right, Dune thought, her evolution. She had honestly never thougt about what she wanted to evolve into. She had kind of assumed that it would be impossible. But now, she fealt overwhelmed. She was finally getting what she had always wanted, but this was such a big decision. Then her mind stumbled over one thing the God had said.

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[big-snack]

Porcus Isle Part III: Island Living

After a few months spending time in their yurt. The beach hut had been developed. Adam had spent months designing what he called Pigs Palace.

"370 finally, babe." Alex said.

"Jesus, you've really been packing it on lately. I feel like you just hit 350 last week. Dom said.

"Well, 3 and a half weeks ago." Alex responded.

"Adam surely knows what he's doing." Dom stated.

Adam visits Dom and Alex at their yurt.

"The Palace is ready." Adam said.

In the short amount of time Dom knew Adam, he sensed to change in him. Like he had lost control himself. Adam had gotten a bit chubby over the last few months, he started acting different. He seemed to have a superior attitude. As if people owed him something. Dom couldn't help but to think that Adam had something planned.

Weeks go by and now Alex had reached 400 pounds. He didn't act like himself anymore. He had become greedier, lazier and, more temperamental after a shortage of food. He was one of 25 guys that had gotten up to 400 and then stopped walking freely around. They chose not to move too much so they don't spoil their gains.

Dom peeked in to Alex's suite. He caught a glimpse of his husband from the same angle of the first guy he came to years ago. Dom entered the room. Alex barely acknowledged that he was there. There wasn't a lot of time where Alex didn't have a hose in his mouth. For now it was just gainer shake concoctions that the feeders would mix up. Adam was in the middle of having a serum developed. They were going though trials at the moment.

Some men were able to put on 5 pounds in under 30 minutes. This wasn't rapid enough for Adam. He kept increasing the dosages to get faster results.

Dom became increasingly more worried week after week.

3 more months had gone by and Dom hadn't seen Alex since that night in his suite. Adam said it was important not to disturb the trails that had begun shortly after testing was complete.

Adam had partners separated from each other in a different facility off the base. It was not nearly as luxurious as what the gainers were staying in. Dom justified it as necessary for Alex's growth.

It was finally time to see Alex and Dom was so excited. He was mostly going to focus on the lost time. He wasn't going to focus on the weight gain as much.

Dom entered Alex's suite. The sight of Alex was unreal. He couldn't see anything other than a humongous belly. He wanted to focus on seeing Alex, but he had gotten so fat in such a short amount of time. He was on a bed that kept his weight. Dom was overcome with his lust for Alex's body.

He had never felt this horny before. He just wanted to climb on top of this lard mountain and fuck it. Dom turned on the scale. 500 pounds flashed on the scale. This did not look like his husband anymore. This was becoming something else.

"Look at what I've done to your husband. He was a little over 300 when he got here. These are the most rapid gains ever witnessed." Adam said looking sinister.

Dom was stuck between knowing if this was getting out of hand or if this was meant to happen. It was hard to tell because he loved fat so much.

The scale adjusts after more fluid had been deposited into Alex. It read 530 pounds. He could see the weight being deposited on Alex. His belly heaved higher and outward. This unreal sight caused Dom to lose touch with reality. All he could do was watch his husband get fatter. Every few minutes the same cycle completed over and over. The deposits created different results and got slower as Alex got bigger. It took more serum to keep him full.

Dom watched Alex grow fatter for 8 hours uninterrupted. He flicked the scale. It read 592. Alex had gained 62 pounds in 8 hours. Dom started rubbing Alex's belly for a while. He was intrigued on how his skin could handle so much new weight being loaded on to his body.

Adam spoke up "When he hits 600 pounds I can unhook him and you can wake him up."

"How long has he been unconscious? Dom asked.

"Hard to say. Even when he is awake I can't usually see guys eyes from the angle. Welp, times up. He's 600 pounds.' Adam replied

Porcus Isle Part I

Dom had always been larger than life. Standing at an impressive 6'5" and built like a linebacker, he was the kind of guy who turned heads wherever he went. But beyond his imposing physique, Dom was known for his easy-going nature and infectious smile.

Dom worked at a tech company downtown, San Diego, often putting in long hours. Despite his demanding job, he always found time for his true passion: exploring the vibrant food scene in San Diego. From taco trucks in Barrio Logan to high-end restaurants in La Jolla, Dom's weekends were filled with culinary adventures, always in search of the next great bite.

But Dom's favorite place was a small, unassuming diner near the beach. It was there, over a stack of pancakes and a steaming cup of coffee, that he found a sense of peace. The diner was a hidden gem, known only to a few locals, and Dom had been coming there since he moved to Socal. The owner, Jack, greeted him like family, and the regulars always had a seat ready for him. The whole diner was run by and frequented by big men. Dom felt right at home with these guys.

One sunny Saturday morning, as Dom was savoring his breakfast, a new face walked into the diner. He was a tall, built man with sharp features and immense confidence. He took a seat at the counter, glancing around the diner as if taking it all in. Like he was appreciating all the men. "Hey stud, you find what you're lookin' for?" Jack asked...

Intrigued, Dom decided to introduce himself.

"Hey there, first time here?" Dom asked, flashing his friendly smile.

The man looked up, meeting Dom's gaze with a curious look. "Yeah, just moved to San Diego a few weeks ago. Name's Alex," he replied, extending his hand.

"Welcome to the best diner in town, Alex. I'm Dom," he said, shaking Alex's hand firmly. "What brings you to San Diego?"

Alex chuckled. "A bit of everything, really. New job, new city, looking for a fresh start. I'm a software engineer."

Dom's eyes lit up. "No kidding! I'm in tech too. It's a great field, but it can be pretty demanding. This diner is my escape from all that stress."

As they talked, Dom and Alex found they had more in common than just their profession. They shared a love for video games and a passion for good food. Dom offered to show Alex around the city's best eateries, and Alex eagerly accepted.

Their friendship grew quickly, and soon, weekends were spent exploring San Diego's food scene together. Whether it was sampling street tacos, enjoying a craft beer at a local brewery, or having a quiet meal at the diner, Dom and Alex's bond became a craving for both men.

One evening, after a particularly grueling week at work, Dom and Alex decided to unwind at a new barbecue joint that had just opened in North Park. The restaurant was buzzing with energy, the scent of smoked meats wafting through the air.

As they dug into a platter of ribs and brisket, Dom looked at Alex and asked, "So, how's the new job treating you?"

Alex wiped his hands on a napkin, leaning back in his chair. "It's been challenging, but in a good way. The team's great, and the projects are interesting. It’s just... sometimes I miss having a bit more of a work-life balance."

Dom nodded. "I hear you. That’s why it’s important to have nights like this, to just relax and enjoy good company and good food."

Alex smiled. "Speaking of good company, thanks for showing me around, Dom. Moving to a new city can be pretty overwhelming, but you've made it feel like home.", "Anytime, man" Dom replied, raising his glass.

As the night wore on, their conversation shifted to their mutual love for video games. Alex mentioned an upcoming release he was excited about, and Dom suggested they set up a game night. This became the perfect way to unwind after eating out.

One evening, after a particularly intense gaming session and drinks, Dom and Alex found themselves talking about their interests. Alex expressed his admiration for Dom's physique and said he's looking to join a gym. "All this eating is starting to fill me out." Alex jiggled his belly. Dom's eyes darted to his bloated stomach. "Damn man. I didn't even realize." Dom was stupified.

He had always been focused on his own weight, but he hadn't noticed the changes in Alex.

"Yeah, it's been creeping up on me," Alex admitted, a bit embarrassed. "I've been so caught up in work and our food adventures that I haven't made time for the gym. Do you think you could help me out?"

Dom smiled, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect. "Of course! I'd love to help you. Dom had no idea why the thought of Alex's weight gain turned him on.

That night in his dark room. He thought about that moment. His belly jiggled like it was no longer a part of him. There was no visibility of his ribs. His arms filled out his shirt sleeves more. His face softened up. Dom had never masterbated to a guy before. He stopped for a second to think about it.

It was late. He was alone. No one could judge him if he stared to look up what he was fantasizing about. He pulled up Google and started with image searches. 'Fat belly': 'fat belly guy'; 'beer belly'; 'beer belly men'.

That night he spent a few hours looking at fat guys. The bellies started small, but the longer he searched the bigger they got. He glanced at a picture of a man 600 pounds. His belly was covering his lap in bed. Every single ounce of his body jiggled from the slightest shallow breath from being overstuffed. The guy leaned back on his bed and his head disappeared. The big bulbous crescent shape stood at least 4 feet high; he imagined.

Dom hit his climax and started to cum. His body filled with chills, made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. "I need to see this in person" he screamed and then he slumped back in his seat. He had some clarity and was worried about what he'd just done. "Why the hell did I do that?"

The next day he saw Alex at the diner, for brunch, and had a new appreciation for his body. "You know, after you mentioned it, I thought more about your physique." Dom shared. "Oh really? What is it you appreciate?" Alex said flirtatiously. "Um, well, I mean you're pretty beefy. That's a popular body type." He said nervously. "Beefy implies that I've been working out. I'm all jello, buddy."

The entire restaurant is quieter than normal. Dom didn't notice, but all the men in the diner were listening.

Dom could feel a twitch in his pants. "Ugh, shit, not this again." Alex was blushing. Dom was intently looking at Alex's body well beyond what was normal. "Something tells me you like it." He said with a smirk.

Dom smiled nervously. "I mean, you could say I appreciate the way you look." Dom was getting hot. "I need to use the restroom" Dom said. "Perfect, I'll go with you" Alex responded. Dom struggled to stand up straight.

They walked to the bathroom. "I feel like we're both flustered." Alex said. "Oh yeah, I guess it pretty obvious. I'm not sure what's going on lately", Dom replied.

Instantly and without hesitation the locked bodies and started making out. Dom's hands caressed Alex's newly sprouted love handles. Alex pulls back from Dom's lips and whispers, "You did this to me."

The door handle turns and someone walks in. They separate and the man said, "Are you that clueless, Dominick? We have all been dropping you hints for a while now.

"Is this like a chubby chaser establishment?"

The man responds "You mean the diner between a bear bar and a leather shop? Of course that's what it is. We managed to get you to gain 20 pounds man."

"Holy shit!" Dom exclaimed. "No wonder I love this place. Fat men make me horny. I can't believe I just said that out loud." Panic washed over him. "It's ok Dom. Nothing has changed." Alex reassured him.

"You were a part of this?" Dom questioned.

"Not really, you spoke to me first. I was coming here because I knew what I wanted. It took me a while to realize you had no idea what was going on. I thought you were playing hard to get" 

"Dude I just found out I might be gay, I don't have the bandwidth to come to terms with a fetish."

"Great tech pun" Alex replied.

They both started laughing. When Dom rejoined the room it was like he was seeing it all for the first time.  Some men had their large sack of flesh bulging out of their shirts.

"All right you guys. Dom knows what's going on." Alex announced.

That day was the moment Dom knew that Alex was the one.

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The next part flashes forward

[matryosika]

Day 9: Sensory deprivation with Hyunjin, Seungmin and Jeongin.

Wordcount — 2,874 words

Includes — Sensory deprivation (use of blindfold), (implied) foursome, established relationship, themes of possessiveness, fingering (+ anal), finger sucking, praises.

Author's note — I know how inconsistent I've been with this... Please don't hate me, but I've been much more busy than I expected. I'm sorry for leaving you without kinktober updates for a while, but I will try my best to balance both things (uni and being a smut writer haha!). I'm sorry for not uploading each day, as it should be, but I will definitely upload all 31 drabbles in the end. So here it is, day 9. I actually stole my own idea (because I wrote something like this before, but with two stray kids members and a txt one) but this one is better because I've improved so much ever since haha and that thing I uploaded was like a 300 words drabble. This one is... quite something else. I hope you all enjoy this, and please remember than english it's not my first language! (I know I said I wouldn't be updating kinktober during the weekends but well, this week was hell at uni and I should upload this now!)

What did you expect? In all honesty. 

You have always known how possessive your boyfriend is, and how easily he can get jealous at times —one stare, one touch, one smile and Hyunjin is already cocking an eyebrow with his intimidating gaze all over you. 

Hyunjin is possessive, but he knows it's his problem —he doesn't doubt your love for a second, nor does he thrive on putting you in an ugly place by arguing with you about silly little details he can't help but notice. He might be possessive, but the relationship Hyunjin has with you is far from being unhealthy —if there is something that upsets him, or you, you always talk it out and try to solve it as fast as you possibly can. 

Tonight, though, Hyunjin has other plans in mind to resolve that situation you naively put yourself into. 

“You should recognize my touch by now,” he tells you, a pair of long, slim hands caressing your naked legs. “Don't let me down”. 

“Hyune,” the whole scenario is arousing you more than it should. You are blindfolded and half-naked in his bed, three pairs of hands all over you while you hear them talking among them as if you aren't there. “Come on”. 

“Don't you want this?” he asks you, the sound of his voice coming from a different place than the last time he spoke. “Thought you liked Jeongin and Seungmin”.

“Y-yes, I mean,” you try to find a way to put your thoughts into words, but it is useless —you can feel your laced underwear sticking to your folds, and everytime a hand reaches your inner thigh you squirm in your place. “But do you?” 

“Do I want this?” he queries with a soft scoff, his voice getting lost in the warm sensation of their skin against yours. “If I didn't, I wouldn't have lured them into this, pretty”. 

Him, being as possessive as he is, gets nothing from the whole thing —there has to be something in it for Hyunjin to do something as crazy as sharing you with his friends. 

“What's in it for you?” you ask, breathing heavily when a pair of hands explore something that hasn't been touched throughout the night —your tits.

“Consider this a test,” he answers you, his voice sounding far away from you but your body still recognizing six hands groping and caressing it. “That's why you have a blindfold on, so you don't cheat”. 

“I don't get this,” you murmur, bucking your hips when a cold hand sneaks between your thighs, naively brushing against your wet crotch. “You are making it very hard for me to follow you”. 

“You are smart,” your boyfriend sighs. At the same time, one hand opens your legs with such boldness that could only be Hyunjin's. You can't be sure, though. “I know you can figure this out on your own”. 

A few days ago, and after a small situation during a night out, Hyunjin brought something to the table you couldn't believe he was even suggesting it —a foursome. 

“Are you sure about this?” you had asked him, with a look of disbelief that made him giggle. “What about them? Do they want to?” 

“I talked to Seungmin and Jeongin already, they are more than happy to participate,” he explained to you, much more relaxed than how tense you were during that conversation, “as for me… I guess I've always wanted to try it out. I trust them and us, so it is worth a shot”. 

Hyunjin wasn't lying when he told you he had always wanted to have a threesome or a foursome —that much was true. But that wasn't the main reason why he proposed the whole thing. 

“I can assure you I can't,” you exhale, trying to decipher who, out of the three men in bed with you, is touching you where. “So what is this blindfold for? Don't want me looking at other men when they fuck me?” 

The sarcastic comment makes them laugh, and Hyunjin shakes his head with amusement. “It enhances your senses,” Seungmin tells you, making you instinctively turn to where his voice is coming from. “You get to feel and hear more”. 

“This was your idea?” To be honest, you can expect anything from him —he might be quiet and shy at times, but you have always seen right through him. 

“No,” Seungmin replies. 

“Jeongin?” you ask again, turning the other side as if someone had reassured you that he is there. “Was it yours?” 

“You are asking too many questions,” he tells you, the sound of his voice coming from a completely different place than you had expected. “And Hyunjin said this is supposed to be a test for you, not us”. 

“You guys are making me lose my mind,” you laugh nervously, feeling the weight on the bed shifting as they exchange places with one another. “I won't ask any more questions about the blindfold but please just stop teasing me”. 

“Teasing you?” Hyunjin queries. “Are you not enjoying this?” 

“I am, it's just-” there isn't really a way to say that you are dying to get fucked by your boyfriend and his friends —of course, that's exactly what you want, but the thought of saying those words out loud embarrasses you. “I want more”.

“Is having our hands touching your body not enough?” Some slim, cold fingers push your damp underwear to the side and you gasp quietly when the air hits your naked core. “Last time I checked, you liked their hands a lot. Thought you would like them even more if they were on you”. 

“Huh?” Hyunjin's comment is even more confusing than everything else that has happened up until this point, but you still try to give it some sense. “What does that has to d-”. 

“Remember the day I caught you staring?” 

It is an embarrassing memory, if you are being honest. But yes, you still remember it. 

You were having dinner with him and his friends at Jeongin's place one night after work. In the midst of it, Hyunjin could pick on how you kept staring at Seungmin’s and Jeongin's hands intriguingly, trying to dissemble but failing almost immediately. On the way back home, Hyunjin teased you about it for a while, mocked you for being “too obvious” and told you that they probably noticed you drooling all over their hands as well, but that was pretty much it.

Or so you thought.

“Yes,” you sigh in embarrassment. “If you want to expose me in front of your friends, go ahead”. 

Your boyfriend scoffs softly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Expose you?” he queries, “pretty, I’m giving you what you were craving” .

“And that is?” 

Right after your question, a pair of fingers caress your lips before entering your mouth. You suck on them eagerly, tasting every inch of skin you possibly can.

“Whose fingers are those?” Hyunjin asks, too close for you to think he is the owner of said fingers, yet too mischievous to actually be him. 

Remember, this is a test.

“Suck them all the way in,” he whispers, amused by how your tongue wraps around them. “Taste them, and give me your answer”.

One thing you are sure of, they don’t taste like Hyunjin. 

It’s between Seungmin and Jeongin, yet the possibility of it being Hyunjin and you failing would only disappoint him.

And that’s the last thing you want.

“You really can’t see it, but these guys are desperate to fuck you,” your boyfriend tsks his tongue, trying to get you to answer. “They are hard, and they surely don’t want to spend all night trying to prove how well you know me”. 

“Jeongin,” you murmur with your mouth full. “I- don’t know”.

“Sure?” Jeongin’s voice is coming from the opposite side from where you were expecting it, and that only confuses you more.

You mean to change your answer, but you suddenly feel the tip of someone’s digits spreading your folds open, making you buck your hips almost aggressively at the unexpected action.

“Fuck,” you babble with the fingers deep inside your throat, eyes watering underneath the blindfolds. 

 “Easy,” Hyunjin scoffs, his cock twitching when he sees how receptive you are to his friends’ touch. “Don’t be too eager”.

“What do you want?” you murmur, chin glistening with your own drool. 

“I want to prove to you that no one’s touch can feel like mine does,” your boyfriend whispers, the tip of another finger trailing along your collarbone and shoulder, making you shiver. “You spent minutes staring at their hands, but mines have given you more pleasure than you can ever remember”. 

“That’s not up for discussion,” you exhale, swallowing hard when every single puzzle piece of Hyunjin’s wicked plan starts connecting to each other. “None compare to yours”.

“Oh, I know that,” he places a wet peck on your shoulder, his plump lips all too familiar with you. “But I want you to prove that to me”. 

As you talk to Hyunjin, his two friends continue touching you; one teasing your cunt while the other one plays with your erected nipples, making you whimper in between words.

“How?”

“Get on all fours,” he orders you, guiding his hand to your scalp and pulling your hair softly, making you gasp quietly. “And don’t let me down”. 

With their help, you do as you are being told —knees and forearms against the bed, bent, arse up and head down, heart beating fast while you await for the next command. 

“So fucking wet,” one of them hisses, the other ones agreeing with him. The bed’s weight shifts every time they move around you, trying to encounter the perfect position for whatever they are going to do next. 

“You look so pretty in this position,” Hyunjin praises you, his breath caressing your left cheek. “Want to be the first one to fuck you tonight, but I won’t be greedy”.

Again, a pair of fingers caresses your lips, and you welcome them again by opening your mouth and taking them all the way in.

“This is going to be simple,” your boyfriend announces, feeling a big hand caressing one of your ass-cheeks. “You are going to have someone’s fingers fucking your mouth,” when he says that, the fingers inside prod even deeper inside your wet hole, making you gag all over them, “someone elses’ fucking your cunt,” another pair spreads your wet folds, all sticky and slippery with your arousal, “and someone elses’ fucking your ass”. 

Your cunt clenches at his words —knowing you are going to be filled by all three of them so early in the night makes you wetter than you ever thought. 

“You just have to know which ones are mine,” you can’t see him, but he has the most devilish, playful grin. “Easy, right?”

You gulp nervously when the fingers leave your mouth, expecting the sudden stretch on all three of your holes soon. You wait patiently for it, swaying your hips from side to side while they prepare everything.

“Think you can get it right on the first try?” Seungmin asks you, voice so calming and soothing that it makes you forget the position you are in. “You know how dramatic Hyunjin gets”.

“Can you give me a clue?” you pout, feeling his lips close to yours.

“You know I always like to play fair,” he tells you, brushing his lips against yours. “But the faster we get this over with, the faster we can have fun”. 

He leaves a wet peck on your lips and joins Hyunjin and Jeongin at the edge of the bed, all three of them getting ready to follow your boyfriend's orders.

The bed’s weight shifts, again, and you feel all three of them close to where the upper part of your body is. 

“Ready?”

When Jeongin speaks, you realize that all three of them are close enough for you to not be able to distinguish where their voices are coming from —the closer they are to you, the harder it gets to differentiate if they are the ones fucking your mouth, cunt or ass.

“Yes,” you whisper, raising your head to meet the first man. 

Although you said earlier it is not up for discussion, being blindfolded makes everything complicated —you really can’t tell if it’s Hyunjin, the one who has his fingers in your mouth, or not.

Then again, things get much more complicated when the rest follows; two fingers inside your throbbing pussy, and another one inside your ass. 

“Shit,” you whimper, the sound coming out strangled by the fingers muffling it. 

“Too much?” Seungmin asks you, all three laughing in unison.

“Think you can handle all of us at the same time?” your boyfriend asks you, “you can barely take our fingers”. 

Your cunt throbs at the idea, and the two men touching you can feel it. 

“I think she is dying for it,” Jeongin says, and not being able to differentiate whose fingers are inside each of your holes is driving you insane. “Didn’t even hesitate when you proposed this to her”. 

After some time, all three of them start moving their fingers inside you, making you feel pleasured and full with each thrust.

“G-god,” you babble, drooling all over his fingers while you feel a certain tension starting to build up in your lower abdomen. 

“So, baby,” Hyunjin tells you, his words coming out strangled while the bulge inside his pants gets harder with time. Seems like the situation is affecting him much more than he thought. “Got your answer already?”

You shake your head. “Don’t want to- fail”. 

“I know you won’t,” he breathes, “You are my good girl. You can never disappoint me”. 

You moan at his words, the praises doing wonders for both your ego and your pleasure. 

“We really can’t wait to fuck you,” he continues with trembling breath. “So tell me, where am I touching you?”

It’s difficult when it is happening all at once, but you have grown used to his touch to the point of knowing that the person fucking your mouth it’s not him.

It doesn’t taste like him, nor does he move his fingers inside you like he does —the man fucking your mouth it’s doing it slower and less deeper than Hyunjin likes it. 

Your mind is getting clouded with pleasure and nervousness, body reacting to their touch yet the rational part of you is trying to come up with the correct answer —you want nothing but to make Hyunjin proud tonight, to let him know that even while having his friends fucking you, he is the one you want and love.

“F-fuck, Hyune,” you are close to coming, and not close to get to the answer. You are getting needy, and desperate, and want to say the first thing that comes to mind but you know that’s not what your boyfriend wants.

So you try to hold on and feel them, try to recognize the man who has made you come so many times you’ve lost count. 

“Tell me,” Hyunjin repeats, voice much deeper than before. “Where am I touching you?”

You clench around their fingers again, sucking eagerly the ones in your mouth while you do everything you can to remain sane. But the tension is starting to unravel now, and you have to give him an answer now. 

“Ass!” you yell around the fingers, bucking your hips against their touch. “Ass, you’re fucking my ass!”.

When you say so, Hyunjin laughs with satisfaction —you’ve guessed it right. 

“See?” he asks you, thrusting his finger even deeper in you while the fingers working on your pussy do exactly the same, curling inside you while brushing against your g-spot. “It wasn’t that hard, was it?”

You shake your head frantically, crying and whining while all three of them use your holes. 

“Come for us,” Hyunjin groans, “Show us how much you are enjoying all of this”. 

Even with the blindfold on, you shut your eyes tightly and allow your orgasm to wash all over you —your body trembling and toes curling while Hyunjin and his friend continue fucking you through it, making you moan and whimper each time louder.

“There you go,” Jeongin murmurs, “she is so fucking pretty”.

“Oh, she is,” Seungmin follows him, all three of them talking as if they are not making you come right then and there.

“So cute how she moans,” one of them says, and the other one agrees.

You just plop down into the bed, feeling tingles all over your body while you still try to overcome your high, remembering Seungmin’s initial words: the blindfold enhances your senses. 

When your fingers reach out for the satin fabric covering your eyes, you feel your boyfriend’s hands wrapping around your wrist. 

“We are not done just yet,” he whispers, leaving a kiss on your hand. “We all want to fuck your mouth while you are blindfolded until you can recognize each of us by how we taste”. 

As frustrating as it is, not being able to see them while you are pleasuring them, you really can’t say no to such a request.

You are sure it is going to be fun.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

ANOTHER PROMPT EVENT??! You are incredible, your SamBucky drabbles are my favorite thing under the sun. Could you please do #9 "I had a dream about you."??? AND CONGRATS FOR 300 SUBSCRIBERS. You deserve way more though, just saying.

@allcolorsoftherainbow, you had the last prompt in my last event, and now you've got the first haha I hope you're cool with an infinity war fic and I hope you enjoy the drabble! 🥰

Prompt 1: "I had a dream about you."

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"I had a dream about you."

Sam should be back in Birnin Zana. He should be in his guest room in the Citadel or wandering around Three Step Town with Nat and Steve trying that Zouma Bowa stand they saw a few weeks back.

Sam found himself drawn, though, to a little cabin in the middle of nowhere where a goat herder lived a quiet life away from mostly everyone.

Sam found himself craving the roasted lake trout Bucky learned how to cook out on his own and the bissap spritz Bucky's neighbor a few acres away would sometimes send over to Bucky.

He found himself wanting to read How Long 'Til Black Future Month? and The Fellowship of the Ring and Ravensong and The Descent of Monsters and A Study in Honor as Bucky lost himself in painting. He yearned to find Bucky laying in the long grass of a field, to join him there on a hot and relaxed afternoon as they watched clouds pass by.

So, Sam was in Bucky's small cabin. Laying in bed. Staring at Bucky as Bucky whispered the words, "I had a dream about you."

"What sort of dream?" asked Sam in a hushed murmur.

Their hands were close. Only millimeters apart. Sam could move closer, if he wanted to. Inch at a snail's pace until his pinky touched Bucky's. Sam wondered what that would feel like. That nothing of a touch.

"I was at a cafe," said Bucky, his eyes distant as his mind went elsewhere, "One of the ones in Europe. Maybe in Patrai. Or Ankara. It could have been the one in Podgorica. I was sitting there, drinking an Americano until... until the street collapsed within itself. And everything fell apart. And I was falling through the sky."

Bucky was the one who grabbed Sam's hand. Bucky's hand felt less rough than the last time he touched it. That had to have been a year ago. There were still callouses, but they were shrinking.

"You... feel like a little dry. It feels like you need some lotion," said Bucky, breaking Sam's train of thought.

"What?" asked Sam before Bucky moved to his nightstand and pulled a lotion bottle out.

"May I?" asked Bucky as he gestured to Sam's hands.

Sam slowly nodded.

"Bucky. Do I want to know why you have nightstand lotion?" asked Sam.

"It's for my hand. I forget to do it in the bathroom," grumbled Bucky as he began massaging lotion into Sam's right hand.

"So, I was in your dream?" Sam said as Bucky nodded, his intense stare focused on Sam's hand now.

"I was falling through the sky. And I was panicking. I kept thinking about falling off that train," said Bucky, his voice cracking, "But then... then I felt your arms. Reaching out and pulling me close to your chest. I felt your hands hold me tightly."

Bucky smiled. Sam couldn't help but smile too.

"You had these wings, Sam. Not the wing pack. Wings. Beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking wings that were red like the accents on your suit," said Bucky warmly, "And I couldn't take my eyes off of you. You were radiant. And for some reason, you saved me. At some point, you turned your gaze down to me and you said, 'You good?'. And Sam. Sam, I said the most embarrassing thing."

Sam's smile grew as he watched a blush creep up Bucky.

"What was it?" asked Sam as Bucky moved on to Sam's left hand.

"I blurted out 'Marry me'," said Bucky and Sam laughed, "I know, that you in the dream laughed in my face too. You said 'You might want to take a guy on a date before proposing'. So then I asked you out. Right there. In your arms. I'm surprised you didn't drop me."

Sam thought about that as Bucky focused his massage on Sam's ring finger.

"I heard somewhere that dreams are windows to other lives," mused Sam, "Maybe somewhere out there, you're taking a winged me out to a dinner and a movie."

"Maybe. But it got me thinking - maybe next time you're in town, I'll meet you in Birnin Zana. We could walk Cage Park," said Bucky, his face turning crimson, "If you'd want that."

"There's something happening with Wanda - I don't know the details, but we need to pick her up. So, maybe after that?" asked Sam as his eyes locked with Bucky's.

Bucky melted.

"I'd love that," said Bucky as he held Sam's hand.

Sam could have this. After they're done helping Wanda with whatever the next world-ending event was happening, he could have this. Sam smiled as he thought of some Sam out there already out on his own date with his Bucky and wondered if that Sam dreamed of this.

*****

This is for my 300 Followers Event! If you want to submit a prompt, check out the list and send in an ask!

[theunderneath]

Can you do the scp doctors (Dr.Bright, Clef, Kondraki, gears, iceberg, Glass IF THATS TOO MUCH THEN JUST BRIGHT, CLEF AND KONDRAKI) with there significant other escaping? Like some can be caught before they even did it, some can be caught in the act, some can be caught while they are hiding? And if you could, no violence towards reader because I am really bad with pain so please don't cut my leg off or strike me 😭

Thank you so much!

- Tamer Anon

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It’s kinda weird to think people have different pain tolerance, I myself. Have a high pain tolerance. So kinda weird to think some people can’t even get a shot because of scared and pain or like fall and start crying cuz ya scraped ya knee.

PS: This is future me coming to tell you that this took way longer than I thought it would, and when I was working on this we reached 300 followers (Yay). So this is technically the 300 follower “special” but do tell me if you want something more. If not, forever hold your peace.

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Dr. Alto Clef/Francis Wojciechoski

- I doubt you could get far, at all. He's pretty much trained you to fear everything but the inside of his house. Even touching the doorknob would send her body into a fight or flight fear mode. You know what will happen if you opened the door and you know it's not good.

I stared at the door. It seems colder than the whole house. There were no locks on the door anymore. He took them off long ago. At first, I thought he was getting arrogant but now I understood. All of those punishments, all of those videos, this door. My whole body screamed at me to get away, that it was dangerous outside.

But it was only a door. A damned oak wood door with a golden knob that sat in front of you. It wasn’t like it was a ten-foot monster waiting for me to walk into its mouth, but it felt like it was. My body screamed at me to go back to the warm bed where my captor slept.

I looked over to the bedroom door seeing it slightly cracked because of me slipping out of the room. I looked back at the door feeling my body instantly start to sweat. I weighed my options. The cold, dark, dangerous outside. Or the warm, soft, safe bedroom bed. I backed away from the door and quickly sprinted back to bed. I couldn’t bear to look at that door any longer. It just felt wrong.

Dr. Benjamin Kondraki

- He can understand but is still upset. Like it isn't an "I'm gonna beat you to death." it's more like a tired "Whhhhy? You know it's not gonna work and your just making more trouble for the both of us.". He is one to just hold his love until they tired themselves out.

I gagged as I felt myself get tackled to the ground. "NO! LET GO!" I screamed feeling my throat get raw. Two strong arms wrapped around my frame and held on tight. I felt the little oxygen in my lungs get quickly squeezed out making me wheeze. I was lifted from the grown and placed into someone's lap as they sat on the forest ground. "When will you learn?" Ben panted tiredly. He sounded like he just ran a mile, which wasn't exactly wrong.

I started to thrash and squirm in his grasp making the man behind me grunt. I bite, clawed, punch, and kicked. "Stop FUcking squirming!" I could tell his anger was started to boil over. Every man has a breaking point. And making a man run almost a mile in the middle of the night through the woods would definitely do it.

I kept thrashing and Ben kept holding. We sat on the forest floor with only the sound of the struggle between us, but even that soon faded. I felt myself soon grow tired. It didn't help that I felt like doing this little stunt in the middle of the night. I heard Ben start to hum and rock back and forth. It was an obvious ploy to try to get me to sleep faster. It worked because I soon felt myself slipping away. "Goodnight." I heard Ben mutter as I fell into darkness.

Dr. Jack Bright

- He is entirely unpredictable. One day he might coo at how cute you look, but on another, he'll break your wrist for even looking at the door. Sometimes you can tell how he is on certain days, like if he comes home mad. That isn't a good day to run.

I waited and watched the clock tick away. It was almost time for Jack to be back. You hated that you knew that, that your body walked towards the door to wait for him. It was almost subconscious but at the same time. I knew if I wasn't by that door to greet him, I would be punished. So I waited.

I heard the footsteps approach the door making me step back. I waited hearing the clicking of keys in locks before the door swung open. I watched as Jack came stomping through the door throwing off all his work gear. Keys, lad coat, bag, and glasses when flying towards whatever direction he felt like throwing them. I knew today wasn’t a good day to do anything he didn’t like, I could still feel the old cuts ache.

“Bad day?” I muttered softly picking up all his work things before putting them on a table. “What do you think?” He snarled at me. I quickly shut my mouth looking away, it was even worse than I thought. I heard him sigh before walking over to me. “I’m sorry baby, I’m just having a bad day...” He said sadly pulling me into a hug, I nodded into his shoulder hugging back when he tightened his grip. “Good, good. See, you understand me,” he said happily, at least his mood was improving.

Dr. Charles Ogden Gears

- He's probably the best out of everyone on this list. He doesn't see violence needed in this kind of situation. I mean you're not a Keter SCP so why use a gun. You're human and easily manipulated. He doesn't even like fighting and just wants a calm life. If you cooperate with him he'll cooperate with you.

I quickly made my way towards the bus station. The night was quiet except for the clanking of coins in my pocket. Those few coins hopefully would be enough to scrounge me up a bus ticket to somewhere far far away. They weren't easy to get. Having to discreetly look through every piece of furniture under the guide of cleaning. Or taking some spare quarters from the side table while no one looked.

I made it to the little bus stop and sat down on the cold bench. The thin clothes I was made to wear made it painfully clear how cold the night was. I was lost in thought while I start to bounce my leg. I didn't seem to notice a person approaching me. I jumped as I felt a coat being draped over my shoulders. "Your shivering," he stated rather coldly.

I tried to stand only to feel him place a hand on my shoulder making me stay put. Charles sat down next to me and wrapped his hand in mine. "You shouldn't leave without proper clothes. You'll get sick." He stated as I silently sat. I felt Charles squeezed my hand softly before seeing a bus approach us. The bus stopped and the doors opened. "Need a ride??" the bus driver asked and before I could answer Charles interrupted "No we're waiting for someone." his voice was especially cold making the driver shrug and drive away. I paused feeling sick. "Shall we go home?"

Dr. Iceberg/Ellis Gill

- OK so this hopeless romantic has angry issues. So he's like (•̀o•́)ง then will try holding it in so you'll get a red faced man trying go hold in his angry while saying sweet words like "You didn't mean it now, did you sweetheart?" he's about to sock his darling in the face and chain them up but he wants that picture perfect romance book life man.

I reached for the door knob feeling sweat run down my neck. I felt my finger wrap around the cold metal only to suddenly feel a hand warp around my wrist. I was roughly turned and forced to face the man I despised. I looked at his face seeing his obvious anger before him putting on a smile.

The smile seemed to be there to be to comfort me but did the exact opposite. He pulled me close and grabbed my other hand. "I hope what I just saw wasn't what it looks like." He whispered as he started to sway and dance around the small cozy living room. I tried my best to follow his movements while his grip on me increases.

"You know what will happen if you do that again, right?" He asked giving my hand a bone crushing squeeze making me nod. He sighed loosening his grip and continued dancing. We danced in silence that seemed to calm Ellis down enough to not have him kill me. Even so I decided it would be best to keep my mouth shut and dance with him.

Dr. Simon Glass

- Here's the things, you don't want to leave. Not that you could, even if you tried. Dr. Glass is so sweet to you and everyone else is trash. It's like brainwashing but with more gaslighting. Like a lot more. He's never once ever been cruel to you in his eyes. And if he can't get you to see like him then he'll just keep you drugged.

I blinked once then twice. Everything felt heavy and my vision was blurry. I tried moving only feeling my body twitch in responds. I tried struggling even more suddenly feeling like I fell off of something. I felt myself fall onto a hard surface but not the pain that would usually come with it. I blinked a few times seeing my vision started to clear to reveal a tan carpet. I tried speaking only hearing a soft whine instead of the scream of help I intended.

I was scared, I couldn’t move, I could barely see, nor could I scream for help. I felt like I should be hyperventilating at this point but I was not. It was like my body refuse to panic. I tried moving my numb body trying to crawl across the carpet. I don’t know how long I struggled until I was stopped by the sound of muffled footsteps.

I stopped by struggle hearing a door open. “Darling!” I heard a muffle cried hearing and feeling the vibrations of the footsteps nearing. I blinked again as I was flipped over and moved into someone’s arm. “You know you're not allowed to leave your bed! You got all dirty again.” I tried focusing on the voice and face of the man that was now carrying me. It felt familiar. I was placed back onto the soft thing I was previously on before I felt someone rub my forehead. “Guess I’ll have to give you a bath again...” He didn’t sound as disappointed as he should have been.

[fraks]

i hate making posts like this, but i am honestly at a loss as to what to do, and maybe someone here has an idea. for the record: i live in germany, so solutions that might work in the united states probably won't work for me.

i'm the child of a mentally ill mother and a neglectful father. growing up, i was systematically abused, both psychologically and emotionally, by my father's girlfriend while he stood and watched, and still to this day denies it ever happened. i developed c-ptsd and social anxiety disorder as a result. i had two rounds of cbt years ago, which, while good for me, didn't "cure" me, and all the meds i tried didn't help either.

that's not even the problem though, only necessary background info. in august of 2020, my partner of 13 years suddenly up and left me for someone else. unable to sleep or eat, i was put on sick leave for a few months, which cost me my job and, subsequently, my apartment. with the housing market being what it is, plus the covid situation, i wasn't able to find a new place and have been officially homeless since march 2021. i stayed with my little brother for a bit, but my "family" eventually abandoned me, too, when i didn't get better fast enough, and threw me out.

none of my "friends" were able or willing to help, either, until i reconnected with an old internet buddy on the other side of the country who, without any hesitation, offered me her guest room for however long i needed it. i hate having to rely on near-strangers (we hadn't been in contact for years), but i was in no position to refuse. so i am currently staying in said guest room. the problem? my friend and her husband are ultra-religious evangelical nutjobs. as in, if they knew i was queer, i would be thrown out immediately. and as in, they hit their toddler when she doesn't obey them because proverbs say it's okay to hit your kids. and of course my friend isn't vaccinated, just to complete the picture.

i don't know how much longer i can survive being here. my friend lives in a tiny village (population of 720), so there's no public transport and i'm stuck inside this house (and mainly this one room) nearly 24/7. my social anxiety disorder makes it impossible for me to just apply for unemployment benefits—i'm trying, but the system isn't meant for people who are unemployed and homeless at the same time, and i'm falling through the cracks. i need to get back to my hometown of berlin (so i can finish my engineering degree), but to get an apartment there, i need to prove i have an income, and to get an income, i need a proper place to stay. i also need to prove i've paid my rent for the past three months, but as i haven't lived in a rental place of my own since march, i don't have that proof, which means my application for apartments automatically gets thrown out for being incomplete.

and amidst all this chaos, my brain has decided now is the perfect time to relive all the childhood trauma and i get at least one major panic attack per day. i don't remember when i last spent a day without crying. and ofc i can't see a therapist because i need to know where i'll be staying for a few months before i can be put on any therapist's waiting list. oh and i'm about to lose my health insurance cause unless i get unemployment benefits or find a new full-time job, i'd have to pay nearly 300€ a month, which i simply do not have, especially given that i'm already paying 500€+ a month from my meagre savings for a storage unit that has all my stuff in it.

until now, i've survived by talking to online buddies like @justplainsalty and @leliesblou and @cminerva and others in the mfmm+leverage fandoms in particular, and reading posts by @wilwheaton and @furiousgoldfish on abuse and trauma to reaffirm i'm not crazy, but i am so profoundly lonely in this place, and i honestly don't see myself surviving long beyond the new year.

so if anyone has any ideas or advice on what to do, please reach out, and feel free to reblog or share in other ways if you know anyone who might be able to help.

[diabelosa]

🔥 Infernal/Demonic Language HCs 🔥

Part 2: Celestial/Angelic Language HCs

What is Infernal? Basically the name that the fandom has given Obey Me's hypothetical Demonic Language. In game, one supposedly exists but we have a total of 2 (two) mentions of it. So far.

I will put the references to them + some other posts about it below the cut after the headcanons to keep this from getting too long. If anyone finds anything else feel free to let me know!!

The Actual HCs (minor spoilers for season 3)

🔥 Old Infernal (Pre-Great Celestial War) was very different than Modern Infernal (Post-GCW)

🔥 The Great Celestial War was after the creation of humankind in OM lore, and we also know that angels such as Belphegor and Lilith loved spending time with humans. It's possible that there were other angels who felt the same way

🔥 The means that a decent number of the angels likely picked up on human language (ignoring the possibility of them using magic to have an infinite lexicon)

🔥 Demons also were able to speak some human languages since it made it easier to possess and tempt humans. Sometimes they just spoke in Infernal to give people a good scare for fun

🔥 Biblically, 1/3 of the angels rebelled. Once fallen and thrown into an environment with a language they didn't speak, they began to use human language as a way to communicate with their new demon brethren

🔥 This ends up resulting in the eventual decline of Old Infernal, which is something Diavolo's father would have spoken, and the gradual shift to Modern Infernal

🔥 Hang on, but what about a Celestial Language? Well, the concept of Fallen Angels became big around 500 BC - 70 AD and Hebrew began to die out as a spoken language around (guess) 600 BC - 300 BC. This almost directly overlaps with concept of Fallen Angels so I'm going to ignore history put it in the context of OM lore

🔥 This could possibly mean that Hebrew was initially a language that was spoken in the Celestial Realm (plus Hebrew is often considered to be the first language or the language of God in biblical contexts)

🔥 So when Belphegor, Lilith, and the other angels visited the humans (or their father himself, depending on however you want too look at it), they passed on their own language in exchange for what was spoken, such as Semitic/Sumerian/Egyptian or whatever else could be found in the biblical regions

🔥 If demons actively visited humans, it is possible that they were able to pick up on this language as well (although I doubt they'd be really wanting to start speaking a Celestial tongue)

🔥 This could mean that Modern Infernal/Demonic language is based off an initial conglomeration of Semitic, Ancient/Koine Greek, Aramaic, etc. Hebrew would be another potential shared language but, like I said, not sure if the existing demons would be fully willing to adopt this into Infernal

🔥 The Greek script ended up becoming an official writing system for Modern Infernal, but the Old Infernal system is used for legal documentation (see below cut in Reference 3)

🔥 High ranking angels (Lucifer, Michael, etc.) learned Old Infernal before the GCW for communication purposes despite it being discouraged. This eventually allowed Diavolo to reach out the the Celestial Realm and begin his push for peace between the two realms. However, the masses did not have this knowledge, forcing the evolution into Modern Infernal

🔥 A variation of Hebrew is still the Official Celestial Realm language, particularly due to the fact that the angels who did learn other human languages were likely the ones who fell.

🔥 We've seen in game from the Angelic event that the Celestial Realm is big on keeping things very controlled. After the GCW, there was a huge transition to keep angels in line - this extended to limiting interactions with humans, which resulted in a stagnation of language through outside contact (not to say that there wasn't change in Celestial language, it was just much more limited)

🔥 So while Infernal was evolving, Celestial remained stagnant. Maybe in just more ways than language, y'know?

🔥 Simeon was originally one of the few who was taught Old Infernal, however that knowledge became obsolete with the change to Modern. Even the human languages that he once knew and that had influenced Modern had changed so much that they were not much help

🔥 Angels and Demons are able to learn languages more quickly than humans. When Simeon and Luke came to Devildom for the exchange program, this allowed them to transition much more easily.

In Game References to Language/Writing

Reference 1: Chapter 22-A

"But Ray, Luci's talking about a writing system, not a language."

TRUE. However, the two are usually pretty intertwined, and if anything you are more likely to find a language without writing vs the other way around. So to preface, I'm talking about spoken language, NOT written (although I'll touch on that in a bit.)

Reference 2: Chapter 45-11

Unfortunately, this means absolutely nothing. Below I have the closest possible matches as to what it could mean, but tldr its nonsense for the most part.

dann : "then" (German)

deldaim : ???

parastoka : "ordinary" (Finnish)

kyom : "why" (Hindi)

Since this is in quotation marks, I'm assuming that what Satan is saying here is how it would be pronounced/directly transcribed without any funny business (with the exclusion of "ai" as a dipthong)

I'm going to hold off on dissecting it further for reconstruction for now and will do a follow up post that goes more into detail.

Reference #3: His Highness Unwinds SSR Card

See that G R E E K?! I did a post on this a while ago when someone brought it to my attention and I went into it in a bit more detail here. But as a tldr; the devs just keysmashed some Greek letters.

Thanks to the Lucifer dialogue, we know that Devildom has their own form of writing, but not all languages have their own writing system. Languages like English, French, German, etc. use Latin script and Farsi, Arabic, Somali, etc. use Arabic script.

However, Lucifer does specify "human world" script... and Greek technically would fall under that. So this could possibly mean a few things:

1. The boring but most likely option: Devs just picked a random writing system and it happened to be Greek

2. Lucifer is under the assumption that the MC writes in a roman script (another boring one)

3. There are multiple writing systems, one of which is the original one that was used in Old Infernal and often used for legal purposes.