#I struggled SO FUCKING MUCH with his colors and design

[embracedfire]

SCU Council designs pt 3!

The god of the Realms and Alchemy

A couple headcanons!

Holy symbols: lily of the valley, potions, brewing stands, ender eyes

An apothecary

Has literally seen the beginning of time itself due to his biology (feel free to ask me why ^-^)

Mostly Ender Dragon elements are incorporated, however he’ll have blaze rods circle during combat

He has brunch with Mumza on Sundays (they spill SO much tea to each other lol)

I’d love to answer any questions about my headcanons so don’t be afraid to give an ask :)

Feel free to look at my other designs so far for scu characters! The tag is #embraces scu designs

[heartofjasmina]

Fashion designer Bakugou who sees you at his favorite cafe one morning. Your clothes are comfortable and colorful, but they obscure the beauty of your body he tells himself. So he marches over to you, wearing all black and a skull tshirt with heavy combat boots. It doesn't help that he's also drop dead gorgeous, so when he hovers over you and breathes out. "Let me undress you." Your brain short circuits. "I can dress you much better, let me." He doesn't so much ask as he commands, so you find yourself nodding along, unsure why he's interested in you in the first place.

When you get back to his studio he's measuring your figure, his large hot hands skimming over your breasts, your hips, your waist. The more he discovers, your waist would fit perfectly in his hands, and your tits are begging him to taste, the more he struggles to keep professional. He just wanted to have you as a model, he swears to himself. But when he's measuring your ass, he starts to lose it.

"Who the fuck let you out of the house in those grandma clothes when your body is this fucking amazing?"

The words slip out of him in a huff, and you blush bright red. "I-I don't wear grandma clothes." You try to defend yourself, but looking around his studio at the slinky tight fit dresses with corsets and plunging necklines, you realize that yeah- maybe you do wear grandma clothes.

"Just wait until I design something for you, you're going to look even more beautiful. Especially as my date." He's never been nervous asking someone out before, but damnit your curves and sweet, shy personality were a combination he was loathe to let go.

"Your date?" You felt like you were struggling to breathe. The super hot designer wanted to go on a date with you? You knew you were bigger, its not like you're oblivious. But never once did he make you feel lesser for being fat, he just seemed upset that you tried to hide yourself.

"If you'll have me." His voice was suddenly softer, his red eyes gentle as he looks up at you from where he's on his knees, the measuring bunched in his fist.

"Yes." You breathe out, knowing this chance encounter would change your life.

[jarofstyles]

Y/N goes over to her friends house to sleepover but then her friend somehow makes plans like while Y/N is still there but she can’t leave cause her friend was her ride. what she doesn’t know is her best friends brother (harry) is home and sees this all happening and is angry because his sister always doing this to Y/N so he spends the night with her

I am a complete sucker for best friend’s brother H… completely down bad so yes !! I got carried away so maybe I’ll continue this as a one shot, I don’t know.

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“What are you still doin’ here?” Harry stopped short as he passed the den, seeing Y/N sitting stiffly with her phone in hand. It wasn’t unlike her to be at their place, but he had heard his sister’s car leave 30 minutes prior. He knew they’d had plans, as they usually did during the weekend, so it had caught him off guard.

That, and the fact that he’d have put a shirt on if he knew she was around.

Y/N startled slightly as she looked up at him wide eyed. She didn’t have time to hide her bloodshot eyes or the fact her makeup was messed up, making his confusion grow.

The fuck had happened?

“Hey… hey, what happened? Thought you both were goin’ out to that new place for your birthday weekend.” He walked towards the couch to see that she was indeed dressed up. A cute little black dress and her hair straightened, glitter on her eyelids. Heels were kicked off to the side and she had her nails done in a deep red, something very unlike her. Harry paid a little too much attention to her, it seemed, and it wasn’t her normal soft pastel colored nails with a pretty design. She looked different.

Like she was trying to be the stereotypical version of sexy or something. He couldn’t exactly tell her that her normal looks were sexy in the cute, girl next door way, but this was more vixen, tear your heart out sort of thing. With a lot of shame, he momentarily wished the smeared makeup and tear tracks had been caused by choking on his cock rather than something birthing her heart- but that wasn’t something he should be thinking about right now.

“Um…” her noise was slightly nasally from the crying, eyes avoiding his gaze as he tenderly sat himself on the coffee table in front of her. “We were supposed to. But she… that guy she was seeing asked her to come to a quick trip.” Picking at her nails, she took a shuddery breath. “So she asked if we could do stuff next weekend.”

Harry’s brows furrowed at the situation. It didn’t make much sense, but neither did his sister. Unfortunately, he had seen that Livvy was one of those people who dropped everything for a man. She could have friends or a boyfriend. Both were a struggle for her.

Honestly, he’d been shocked that Y/N stuck around long as she had. He loved his sister to bits, but he wasn’t oblivious to her faults. Being boy crazy had never faired well for her friendships. Sometimes he had seen how she swooped in and took attention away from Y/N. He knew she loved her and cared about her, but his sister had some serious issues when it came to jealousy.

Y/N was ridiculously pretty. He’d been warned away from her, sure, but he had eyes. And a weird little distant crush he’d felt for her the last few years she’d come around. They had a polite friendship, but Livvy had been irritated about it and told him to keep a distance. Still, he knew she had to be jealous. They were both different types of pretty. He didn’t think much of his sister all things considered, but he thought a lot about the type of pretty Y/N was. It sort of thumped you in the chest and grew the longer you looked at her. And when you talked to her? Forget it. She was so fucking kind and attentive, one of those people you never doubted were listening to you. She was a little quiet at first but came out of her shell the longer he was around, and he’d liked everything he’d seen from her.

“That’s shit.” He whispered. “It’s your birthday weekend. It won’t be the same next weekend.” However that was the wrong thing to say, considering her eyes filled back with tears and he felt like he’d been kicked in the stomach. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry.” Reaching out for her hand, he squeezed lightly as he tried to make it better.

Maybe Livvy would be pissed about it later but she’d have no room to complain when it was her doing. When she got back he was going to chew her out, tell her how good of a friend Y/N was and how lucky she was to have her- but for now? It was his mission to make her happy.

Y/N was going to have a good birthday weekend. He’d be sure of it.

“Listen. Let me go get dressed and we’ll go out t’eat. Okay?” Maybe he was a little presumptuous by thinking she’d want to spend time with him, but he had to imagine she was upset because she didn’t have other plans. “We’ll go out to eat and then go to the store t’get your favorite snacks and stuff. Can even bake a cake if you want. We’ll come back n’eat and watch whatever trash reality show or cheesy movie you want. You can sleep in the guest room and I’ll make you breakfast tomorrow or I’ll pick you up… I’ve got the weekend off.”

Harry was getting ahead of himself by assuming she’d want to spend the weekend together but he really fucking wanted to. He never got to spend alone time with her. How could he possibly complain about spending his weekend with a pretty girl?

“You’d… you’d really want to do that?” Her eyes met his in disbelief. “Don’t you have other plans or something? I don’t want to bother you. I swear I didn’t sit here to get pity, I just need to call an Uber or something and I can leave-“

“I don’t have any other plans. I really don’t mind. It would be fun to get out and do something. We don’t have to.” He reassured, reaching out to fix her hair. It has stuck to her damp face and he knew it had to be uncomfortable. “I know we don’t hang out a lot or anything but I consider us friends. My sister is extremely shitty for doing this but I really would like to make sure you have a good birthday. If you’re uncomfortable-“

“I’m not!” She peeped, grabbing his arm. “Not at all. I just don’t want to ruin your plans.”

“Well, my plans are now yours. Let’s get dressed and go out for our own celebration, shall we?”

[pepperyduck]

dirty little secret - kento nanami

word count: 1.3k

warnings: nsfw (18+ mdni!), fashion designer nanami x model reader, kind of...bad? themes, idk how to describe it, cockwarming, female reader + descriptions of female anatomy, p in v, basically descriptions of someone "fucking their way to the top" if you will.

notes: hey! *posts this and runs away* (not tagging anyone in this cuz idk if u guys wanna see the nsfw stuff)

masterlist

the world of modeling came naturally to you.

runways were your area of expertise — watching you walk was an experience that permanently engrained itself into someone’s mind. effortlessly, you made the clothes look exceptional, no matter the cut or color — you made it all look simply glamorous. your face covered magazines across the globe, you made a ravishing appearance in every fashion week in every country.

you had your youth and your beauty and your fame; but more importantly you had him — kento nanami, world renowned fashion designer. he was known for his bold, out-of-the-box ideas, while bringing them to life in a beautiful, elegant manner. and you were his prized doll, making sure you were always front and center in all the collections he produced; you were his star.

mister nanami had taken you under his wing when you were just a random pretty face and tailored you into being one of the most sought-after girls in the fashion industry. he made sure everyone fell in love with you, just as much as he had fallen in love with you.

kento had his girls, his models and everyone that would come in and out of his brand — but you were the girl. but it all came with a price, of course, one you enthusiastically paid.

“now, i have to ask,” the reporter starts off, “rumors have made their way to the station, everyone wants to know: are you and kento nanami dating?” the reporter smiles big, a smile coated with malice as if she had you backed into a corner.

you furrow your eyebrows at the question, making her seem ridiculous for even asking such a thing. “mister nanami is my agent and the both of us just don’t feel that way towards one another. it’s insane how much these rumors get out of hand.” your reply is proper and ultimately sparing you of any more interrogation on the subject.

rumors die down after your response, something about your charm made all the fans in the fashion world believe you. but if they knew what was going on behind the closed doors of those presidential suites nanami bought for you, they’d consider it downright disgusting.

“you did so well tonight, dear,” nanami coos as he runs his fingertips up and down your thighs, “you looked just unbelievable out there. i’m so proud of you.” his eyes gaze over your figure, straddling him on the bed as he laid underneath you, body clad in a lace nightie – one he designed just for you, of course.

“thank you, kento,” you reply, goosebumps crawling under your skin at his soft touch.

he had kept such a spotless reputation in the media as the perfect businessman, allowing himself to be so intimate and carefree with you made you feel so lucky. you had risen to stardom because of him, and he was so happy to help you along the way.

you balance yourself on your palms, leaning down to give nanami a light peck on the lips, allowing yourself to become wrapped in his warmth. under the pretty little couture nightgown, nothing was separating the two of you, with kento having inserted himself inside of you multiple minutes ago, forcing your hips down on him to feel every motion you made.

hissing at the feeling when you lean down, nanami gives a light smile, so very pleased with how sensitive and tight you remained for him. he never got tired of the way you felt, always struggling to take him all the way, and the whines you made complaining how he was “too big” were always music to his ears.

“move…please…” you plead, rocking your hips the teeniest bit into kento, whimpering when his fingers stop on the flesh and hold you in place strictly.

“ah, you have an interview tomorrow, darling,” he refuses your advances, taking one of the hands that made him famous to dip down between your legs and rub your stiffened clit, “we can’t have you struggling to walk there, now, can we?”

“no…no,” you disappointedly mutter, sitting back up straight, hands still pressed against kento’s abdomen. you drop your head to look down, the area that connected you and kento hidden by pretty pattern of satin and lace of your favorite color. you could see his arm coming out from beneath the fabric, thumb slowly circling the sensitive bundle of nerves underneath, large hand out of view due to the nightgown.

kento adored the power he held over you at times like this, he loved denying your wishes, as you had gotten used to getting almost anything you wanted. secretly, he much preferred torturing you this way, forcing his most prized possession to become putty in his hands.

your slickened walls tighten around him at the ministrations of his finger, causing nanami to release a quiet groan as you bite your bottom lip to conceal any noises of your own. his tip gently kisses the deepest parts of you, feeling him effortlessly hit the sweet spot that he showed you.

nanami’s eyes watch you like a hawk, observing every little twitch and feeling every little spasm you give. your eyes flash up to his face, almost embarrassed to linger too long, seeing him with a proud stare and slightly opened jaw. when you look back away, his thumb becomes just the smallest bit faster, the new pace making you squeeze his length once again.

from the sensitivity kento caused and the pure sexiness of the man below you, you already begin to feel the little knot in your abdomen begin to swell up, you lightly buck your hips to meet his thumb.

“stop moving,” he commands, fingertips boring harsher into your hips. his grip doesn’t give up when you comply, his finger only moves faster – you don’t dare to move, no matter how many signals your body gives you to do so. you remain static, the only parts of you moving being your insides fluttering around kento’s girth while he continues to assault your clit.

nanami pulls your hips even more flush against his, only leaving space for his hand to move in cruel circles. your fingers curl into his soft blue button-up, the sensation in your core becoming tighter, inching closer and closer to the edge. it builds and builds as you stare directly where your hands are knotted into kento’s shirt, teeth sinking into your lip even harder – you’re sure you’re probably bleeding at this point.

“c-close…kento, so close – mmph,” you lightly cry, words becoming nothing more than an almost inaudible whisper, clenching the fabric in your hands tighter. nanami can detect how close you are, teetering on the edge of an orgasm that he had all the control over.

“aww,” he coos, “go on then, darling.” his thumb speeds up but a rhythm more, beckoning you to the verge of cumming, feeling you clenching impossibly tighter around him.

easily, the knot in your abdomen releases, making you squeeze your eyes shut and drop your mouth open, a string of curses leaving your pretty lips. your hips stutter against nanami, you can’t stop yourself as you ride out the orgasm he so perfectly induced. it takes you many seconds to come down, blinking away tears when you open your eyes again to look at kento.

you fall against his chest, legs still straddling him as your chest heaves from your previous state. nanami removes his hand from your core, bringing it to your hip as he coerces himself out of you. the cold air hits his arousal-coated length, but he pulls a soft blanket over the both of you, the warmth from both of your bodies getting trapped under the covers. he continues to pet your hair softly, pushing you to exhaustedly doze off.

 oh, how he hates that he has to keep this dirty little secret away from the world.

[arabaka]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ CONTENT WARNINGS: CANON? WHAT 'DAT? SHE/HER PRONOUNS USED. READER IS AN EXOTIC DANCER. READER WEARS MASCARA. UNPROTECTED SEX. ANAL (AND MINOR DEPICTION OF PAIN FROM IT). SPANKING. SPIT ROASTING. GETO'S A JERK. GOJO'S GOT MONEY.

PET NAMES USED: LITTLE THING (NOT REFLECTIVE OF BODY TYPE, USED AS DEGRADATION), BABY, SWEETS, BEAUTIFUL. ゜・。.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ WORD COUNT: 3.4K. ゜・。.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wanna emphasize first that not all exotic dancers have sex for pay and it's common for clubs to forbid it so PLEASE read this as just silly smut and not as a reference for the REAL heroes (jokes aside, exotic workers deserve respect and MONEY!!!) ゜・。.

“Hey, where is she?”

“With a client. Dunno when she’ll be done. The guy she walked with looked like he had money to spend. Might keep her dancing for ours.” At this the manager chuckles, thumb in his pocket smoothing over a fresh stack of bills from another dancer: his cut, of course. 

“Cool, thanks.” He says with a knowing sneer; he’ll make up for your dues. He always does.

Women clamor for the john’s attention the second he pivots on his heel to make a beeline for the hall of neverending private rooms but he doesn’t pay them any mind; his trademark glasses, black and circled are low enough for the dancers to see that he has no interest in paying for their attention.

Yours, however… Seems to just get more and more expensive. Your rate’s stayed the same, it’s him that empties his pocket for you every time. Call it an addiction and he’ll fess up to it. Unashamedly even. “She takes care of me.” Is an excuse he often doles out, to anyone privy to his lascivious, proliferating habit. 

But he should have watched his tongue more, guarded you more, because he’s run his mouth to the wrong people– well, the wrong person.

His best friend. Geto Suguru.

And Gojo Satoru just knows it’ll be his face he sees when the curtains are split. Prepares for it even, his fist already balled up with his knuckles drained of any color. 

They share everything. Everything but you, and that’s by design. Gojo, he’s… Fond of you. Too fond for the relationship you two share.

He treks down the hall, pace methodically slowing down the closer he gets. No, the rooms aren’t notated by dancer; that’d be stupid. No, because Gojo doesn’t need signage to know where you are. He can track you as well as any sniffer dog, infinitely better when he uses his genetic abilities for sin rather than any selfless endeavors. 

When he finally gets to the right room, velvet curtains glowing under the low light, he hesitates. The others may not hear your stifled moans, struggled breaths you’re so good at masking but you know as well as him: you can’t hide from Gojo Satoru.

So when the cloak of privacy is ripped away, it doesn’t surprise Gojo to see you in your preferred position- seated on a Geto’s fat cock, your knees pushed up to the ceiling with your feet bouncing haphazardly to the raven-haired sorcerer’s rhythm, which is anything but kind and intimate. He fucks you like he feels nothing for you and that’s because he does– you knew as well as Geto that this was nothing more than a paid relationship, and one built on a sickening revenge play.

Those pretty eyelashes of yours part, eyes shiny with diamond tears, when you hear the familiar slide of the curtains and you should be worried, should be on edge of someone catching you (after all, having sex with a paying customer is not in your job description) but when you see it’s Gojo, there isn’t much you can do.

Especially not when Geto seems to cut through the tension like it isn’t even there, pumping your cunt full of his cock until fluids spittle and splash from the velocity. He’s so much thicker than Gojo, foreskin so packed it really does feel like he’s making a new home for himself inches into your pussy, your walls spasming around him when the bulbous tip of his member seems to bump and grind against your most sensitive collection of nerves. 

You whimper and whine but Geto doesn’t miss a beat, swollen balls beating into your folds, squelches and the stench of sex undeniable even as Gojo stands by the entrance still.

His nostrils flare. His breath quickens. His chest tightens. His pants, so fitting before, now feel like a prison for the budding erection you are certainly nursing without even touching him.

“Gotta say, Satoru – hngh – you picked a good one. She’s an obedient little thing isn’t she?” Geto grunts out, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he keeps your pussy and ass on full display for his friend to see. Geto wants him to see you plugged up with no room for anything else– anyone else.

“Sa– Sa— Sator–uu—uu– ah, ah, right there, right there, sir.” You started off so innocent, bottom lip jutted out and puffy from kissing Geto all night, but your voice is immediately corrupted and on purpose as Geto mercilessly spears you on his cock, bottoming out every thrust and stretching your cunt to its limits.

“I got her all night.” Geto says with a growl in between, your hot and gummy walls squeezing the base of his shaft so tight his vision blurs for a moment. 

But Gojo seems to ignore Geto’s prodding, his attempts at getting a rise out of the man with irises that seem to never leave yours. Gojo drinks in your expression, lets the way your eyes seem to gravitate towards the back of your skull, your legs shaking not just from the degrading position Geto’s cramped you in but from the waves of pleasure to start with, drown the annoyance of finding you with his friend.

After all, you aren’t his… Even if he pays you like you are.

“Aw,” Gojo coos, zeroing in on his fucked dumb benefactor as he starts a path towards you, “Cryin’ just all over, aren’t you?” His tone is sickly sweet, with a twinge of something dark hanging just off his words. “Pretty baby probably can’t even see straight, huh?”

He looks for an answer. You can’t give him any. Your tongue won’t let anything roll off its drool ridden muscle but the sweet, sweet sounds of debauchery.

So he makes you, Gojo’s spine curving towards you as he grips your chin forcefully, makes you keep your eyes on him. Makes you fess up.

“Mmhmf– mmhmm—” He wants a response but with your cheeks hallowed by his finger and thumb’s pinching, all you can muster are muffled groans from Geto’s quickening pace, his brutal assault on your trembling pussy as he dares to carve his name deep inside you.

Gojo playfully pats your cheek just then, his hand falling from you entirely, just like the shadowed look over his normally jovial attitude. He starts on his belt, metal clanking away with the noise quickly forgotten to your moans and the club’s blistering beats. 

He doesn’t miss Geto’s furrowed brows in irritation as he does so. Nor does he care.

Because he saw you first. He found you first.

So he’s going to remind you why he’s the best. With or without Geto.

“You don’t think she needs something more?” Gojo croons, overconfident in his talents as he starts to go pap, pap, pap with his cock over your distended tummy, taking note of where Geto’s cock starts and ends by the look of his bulge outlining your skin.

You squirm, belly overstimulated with Gojo’s patting and Geto’s cock no doubt ravaging your guts. You try to keep your eyes on Gojo but you’re losing control, of yourself and of the situation. But you give in all the same, pussy quivering and spilling your juices until they’re dripping down Geto’s sac. “Y-Yes, yes.” You’re finally able to sing, lips still trembling when you beg, “P-Please, wan’ both of you.” 

You don’t know what you’re asking for. Hell, you don’t know the two men’s relationship with one another. It’s not like either have divulged to you the extent of their history; you’ve only been left to assume ever since Gojo stepped in, and that’s been minimal because well…

Your whole body is screaming for Geto to take you over the edge, bring to you a nirvana that’s all his own. But you won’t oppose Gojo’s own entrance to your pleasure, now his cock completely out and dragging the reddened tip over your lips until they’re glossed with his pre-cum. You instinctively lick it away, only for Gojo to praise you with–

“Good girl. That’s my girl.” Gojo seems to say louder than usual, “Gonna cum over his cock? Gonna let go? Let go for me, baby. Wanna see you cum.” 

“S-Satoru–”

Geto bites your ear just then, canines digging into the conch of your ear with little care for the yelp that shoots out your throat. “Who’s fucking you right now, huh? Who’s pounding this wet and sloppy pussy? Forget Satoru. Say my name or you’re not cumming.”

And you really can’t be sure who is the reason for the pleasure that overtakes you just then, from the top of your head to the curl your toes take as Geto fucks you through your orgasm. It could’ve been anything.

It could’ve been everything.

“That’s it, pet.” Geto hushes your babbling, a stark contrast to the rhythm at which his cock penetrates your weeping pussy. He’s fucking you like you’re a toy to him.

And he spills his cum into you, forsaking a condom because– “That’s not how Satoru fucks you.”

So when Geto pulls out, the opaque globs of his release start to trickle out, your hole absolutely stuffed full of the stuff that it overflows, running down in rivets from your thighs to your ass. 

Your legs start feeling like they’re running on pins and needles, your whole body suddenly realizing the tight, unbearable full nelson position Geto fucked you in for… You can’t even track the time.

But if you thought you were getting a reprieve, you were solely mistaken.

Geto still cradling you in the obscene position, Gojo leans forward, on the side his own face currently rests and murmurs, “How much to take that tight asshole of yours?” You watch his eyes dart to the cum still following the curve of your ass. “We have the lube for it.” He mutters so closely to your ear that Geto can hear it, can feel his friend’s hot breath crest his jawline.

You bite your lip, gasping at its sensitivity while you mull over the idea. But Gojo has something different in mind, kissing you hard to distract you from the logic possibly creeping in your head over the depravity.

And that’s how he gets you, kisses you until your mouth is equal parts your spit and his, hands smoothly easing your transition from the cage Geto’s wrangled you into. You follow him, intoxication bubbling in your brain and clouding your better judgment. 

“How much more, baby?” Gojo’s voice brings you back to reality, lifting the haze just enough for you to feel one of his fingers teasing your taut rim with circling strokes as you pose for him on your hands and knees, perky ass lifted high and your spine curved low. All the while, Gojo spreads the cum Geto’s left in his wake until your hole is sloppy wet. “Hm? C’mon, he couldn’t have fucked you that good.” 

“Satoru.” Geto’s voice stops you from responding, his tone low and dark but all Gojo can do is laugh and the bark sends shivers up your back. 

You can’t help but admit the tension is exhilarating. It’s dizzying, so much going on and so many things tickling your senses. There’s Gojo now with his index finger crooked inside your asshole, already working on a second, while Geto walks over to your front with his dick still out and half-hard. You can see the foreskin glisten with your juices and his and you know what he wants you to do the moment he positions his twitching cock in front of that appetizing gap between your lips.

“Clean it up.” Geto orders you, admitting defeat in that Gojo will do what he wants, when he wants and the most he can do is take what’s left.

He can’t be too bothered. He got what he wanted. You will no doubt crave more, plead for Geto’s cock. He can hear that voice of yours now, pleading with half a brain, “P-Please sir, more sir! Can’t get enough!”

And that’s how you end up tasting yourself and Geto, your tongue rolling around his shaft as you work towards taking him whole, your throat spasming at the intrusion to come. Your tight rim does the same when Gojo works his way up to another finger, honestly losing himself to the unfathomable pressure. 

“Shit– think you’re ready for me, baby? Tell me. Make him feel how much you want me.” 

You don’t belong to Gojo but you sure act like it, following his order so dutifully as you gargle on Geto’s cock, saliva leaking out the corners of your mouth down your chin as you struggle to moan with Geto’s fat cock stretching your lips more apart than they’ve ever been. 

It hurts. It aches.

“Good, good girl.” Goosebumps prickle your skin at Gojo’s words, your body buzzing with the pleasure of satisfying your longtime client because let’s face it… You have a soft spot for him too.

You gasp and inevitably choke on Geto’s member when Gojo’s fingers pull out swiftly and unexpectedly from your asshole. Geto’s hand shoots out just then, pressing himself so deep down your throat you’re weeping with your nose scrunched up against his pelvis. 

And he’s smirking at you, so proud to be in attendance for your ruination. It makes your pussy flutter around nothing, your entrance already missing the merciless, reckless way Geto pistoned his fat dick inside and out of you. He got what he wanted– you already needing his affection.

Gojo can see the way you look at Geto, the pools of color in your eyes locked on his twisted features, and it irks him. More than it should. So you’ll have to forgive him for the stinging swat that comes for your ass, both sides to even it out. “Gotta make sure you’re ready, sweets. Want you to feel me take this cute hole of yours for the first time.”

And fuck, no amount of preparation could ever hope to mimic the denseness of Gojo’s cock, how the tip of his cock smears pre-cum over the rim before making that hole open for him.  But it burns. It hurts in a way you have never felt before and you instinctively try to inch away, knees buckling forward with your hands desperately pawing at Geto’s abdomen for relief but you will find none there.

Because Geto’s all but ignored your pleading, choosing instead to start a brutal pace into your mouth, goading more slobber to coat his shaft while your tongue presses to the underside. 

And Gojo? He’s got both hands locked on your hips, so cruelly dragging you back to him. “Don’t run from me. It’s gonna feel good baby, I promise.” He talks to you so sweetly but his body language is mean. His nails dig moon-shaped lines into your skin, the other hand once again aiming for your hole with a fist firmly grasping his girth as he prods your asshole to open nice and wide for him. 

“Shit, Satoru. She’s gonna drown in cock and spit at this point.” Geto snorts, taking pride in the way your cheeks are streaked with mascara, how your lips bloom with a pretty color and shine with your own drool. His chest rumbles with a groan as he starts bringing your head to meet his thrusting halfway. 

You can only sit and take it, take it from both ends as the men, the friends, share in the pleasures of your body. 

Gojo’s at least taking it easy, letting your body acclimate to his cock as he starts with a light pumping. Just enough to squeeze his cockhead in a few inches, then back, but never completely out of you. He’s not that mean.

The drag of his cock inching deeper inside you with the passing seconds, you start to relish in the way he fills you up like never before. You can feel your stretched out hole convulse and clamp down on Gojo’s length, every time squeezing a sweet, sweet throaty groan from the man. You’re feeling sensations there you didn’t think were possible, nirvana settling in amongst the fog in your eyes as you feel pleasure running like lightning all the way to your fucked out little brain.

“Fuck, beautiful.” Gojo huffs with his hips slowly closing the distance between him and the curve of your ass, eyes mesmerized at your pretty hole being so spread out by the thickness of his shaft, the way it seems to swallow him whole until he’s nothing but a cage rattling with moans. 

You’ve never heard him sound like that. There’s a bestial growl in his words with a grip on your body akin to a predator having his first meal. He’s fucking you like he’s starved.

As if he wasn’t just there with you the other night.

You can feel your shoulders start to buckle, elbows worn from keeping your body up to satisfy both Gojo and Geto, the latter either unknowing or uncaring of your slight discomfort. From your short dialog with the man, you’re guessing it’s the second option.

“Hope you’re good at swallowing.” Geto grunts with the hand at your neck now groping your breasts, struggling to find a hold with Gojo starting up a pace that’s making you bob and weave, bob and weave.

Your nipples are so sensitive, just the brushing of Geto’s hand makes you whine all around him, your voice drowned out by the barrel of his cock. “Just – hmmph, fuck – like that.” He chokes out, opening his eyes when you start to mewl, an attempt at rushing the orgasm because now it’s becoming all too much.

Gojo’s cock running deep into your asshole, Geto’s member throbbing incessantly the more noisy you become… Your brain might as well be in the clouds, Cloud Nine because even if it’s overstimulating you from the inside out…

It feels so damn good. You don’t realize it then but it’s because their temperaments are so different. Gojo pounding into you, getting a little more rough with his touch and rhythm but still rounding his spine to whisper how good you’re being, how he knew you could take it in your ear until the skin is burning hot and all your nerves are tingling with euphoria. He’s so close, you feel the ridges of his hardened abs cresting your skin, both parties sticky with sweat. And Geto, so crude in the way he pinches your perky nipples, so mean in how he grabs you by the throat just to make your mouth around him shiver. 

“Mmmf– Mmm–” You start to cry, sobs held back when Gojo’s fingers finally play with your clit, rounding the swollen bud just the way you like. 

It’s that last round of whining that sends Geto over the edge, his cock spurting out more cum than you expect while the engorged head twitches against the roof of your mouth; it’s so much so fast that it makes you recoil and bump your ass right into Gojo, setting off a chain reaction that couldn’t have unfolded any better.

Your grinding all the way to the base of Gojo’s cock makes him pant openly and grunt straight from his chest. His fingers strum your clit so eagerly, you feel his desperation on the tips. He wants you to cum with him.

An easy feat, because his cock, so far inside you, perfectly stimulates the erotic center in your pussy and makes you see white. Your slick is already seeping out your neglected hole, dripping onto the couch, down your thighs that seem to endlessly shake from Gojo’s thrusting. 

Geto does you a favor, sliding his cock out your mouth and slapping it on both your cheeks, staining your skin with his cum and your spit. You’re thankful, because now you can…

“F-Fuckfuckfuck, feels s’good, Satoru.” Your words are slurred, your mind dumb with how Gojo is able to rip the orgasm right out of you, your pussy quivering around nothing while your ass clenches tight around his dick. His cock vibrates with every hot burst of cum inside you, making your ass wriggle and skin ripple as he unloads every last drop inside you.

He’s gasping for air, moaning throughout as he rocks his cock until he’s finished cumming. Your chest pressed to the cushion, you also try to get a hold on a stable breath, lips wet with drool and sweat. 

Geto has long left you two, choosing to start dressing now that he’s finally had his fill of you.

So he doesn’t notice, doesn’t even see when Gojo adds another stack of bills to your collection. Not for him, but for–

“See? What did I tell you? I knew you could take two.”

[milkycarnations]

Hear me out Bloody Painter gets jealous and shows reader who they belong to👀

I'm sorry I kind of suck at ideas this is just what I'm thinking

Ooomph, no I quite like this one though. Don't come into my ask box apologizing for Helen asks. Helen is always welcome. Divider cafekitsune.

Let Me Get What I Want | Helen x afab!reader | 896 words

one-shot masterlist | mdni | cw: scarification as a display of devotion, knifeplay, obvious heavy trigger warning for anyone who struggles with self-harm, sadomasochism, minor body worship, he/him pronouns for Helen this time, not super nsfw simply because I don't see Helen as much of a jealous/hate-fuck type of person. I'd been trying for a few weeks but I just wasn't sure where to take it sexually!

Helen sighed. It was a strange sound to fall past his lips - something he'd only hear perhaps when in the throes of pleasure - but today, Helen sighed just from the thought of you. It wasn't like craving you was bizarre, far from it. Helen thought about you all of the time. Hour after hour, day by day, months on months, you plagued Helen's thoughts. He couldn't help but think what a sweet, little plague you were - working your way in and taking him over. You consumed him.

So today, just like most days, Helen cleaned the hairs of his paintbrushes by the workroom sink, the colors bleeding out into a muddy brown mess. As he worked the bristles against the cloth towel, he envisioned the appearance of your flesh. He thought about your hair follicles and the pores on your skin. Helen thought, was it really possible to adore someone so much - right down to the cracks on their heels and the blemishes on their cheeks? Why did that have to be such an unwelcome concept?

Under Helen's firm touch, the paintbrush frayed and shed strands of horsehair. His pale and slender hands paused in place.

No, it was far more than a sigh. Helen was terribly jealous. The paintbrush fell from his hand with a clank. Twisting his torso, he glanced back at his recent portrait. There was a fiery warmth in Helen's face as he looked at it. You were such a radiant thing. The fact that you hadn't sent so much as a glance his way this evening was maddening.

He was now staring down the painting, observing the contours of your body and the light bruise he'd put on your breast, simply a smear of pigment. He needed assurance - reassurance that you were his. So later that night, he prophesized an idea.

"Are you familiar with scarification?" he'd ask randomly, suddenly as you lazed against the couch - draped against it like a Greek statue. Whether you knew of it or not wasn't exactly of importance. Rather, all Helen cared about was whether or not you agreed.

"Etching, branding, scaring," they continued, "that sort of thing. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

You thought about it deeply - for the first time in perhaps, ever. Scarification.

He added, "Do you think, maybe, I could do that to you. Etch my art into your skin."

"I'd have to think about it." you'd respond. Scarification, like a tattoo, but a different flavor of commitment. If the scaring took well, it'd be a part of you forever. You had no doubt that whatever Helen had in store would be exquisite, but it still was a lot to take in.

Helen wouldn't bring it up for another few weeks at least, letting it fester and stew in your mind as you went about your work and daily tasks. It nagged in the back of your mind for quite a while. You asked Helen for a mockup.

"Could I just see what you were thinking?" you'd ask, imagining the stencils tattoo artists would place upon their clients. Maybe - if you just saw what he had in mind - it'd be easier to agree. So that evening, as you laid spread over the mattress, Helen free-handed over your hip, penciling in intricate designs around the curves of your body in washable marker. After he'd finished, you stood in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom with an intent curiosity.

"It looks... beautiful."

Even through simple lines, Helen's artistry shined through. They'd captured everything about you, the shapes complimenting your body wonderfully at the same time - trailing from your side, down the swell of your hip and stopping just above your knee.

"I'd be honored if you accepted." he added. His excitement was evident in the subtle shifting of his feet, his hands subconsciously smoothing out the fabric of his button-up.

When the moment finally came, you laid against the table awkwardly, feeling a bit more uncomfortable than usual. Once more, Helen had stenciled a design into your skin - this time with a more permanent marker.

"It's okay if you want a break. Just tell me." Helen said, pulling a sharp exacto-knife from a rolling cart. You took in a deep breath as you anticipated the pain. You'd already taken some pain meds, just to ease your mind, but you knew it'd still hurt tremendously. That initial breath turned shaky as the blade made contact with your skin. It was a sharp, biting pain - but it wasn't anything you hadn't felt before with Helen. There were already quite a few scars on your back. You let Helen take his time as he carved out chunks of skin to make the most beautiful mural.

"Does it hurt, dove?" the words came soft - a loving message of reassurance. You nodded your head. It did.

"It's almost finished, my love. Don't worry." he added, pushing the blade just over your hip bone.

He took great care of it once he'd finished - cleaning the wounds, bandaging it well, and placing sweet, gentle kisses over your body. He was ecstatic. It was taking quite a while to heal, but he was psyched to paint you with the new addition. You were his muse - the thing he'd loved to paint and draw the most, and now you'd carry his art on your skin for the rest of your life.

[lxvvie]

The nails they be waking up to🤣. Soap would do some shit and break his nail and that shit was PULSING for days. Simon can’t pick the coin off the floor and hes STRUGGLING. Meanwhile price has been tapping on every single surface bc of the crunchy sound it produces. Gaz is rocking those nails, my bitch pose is neeaasstyyyyy💅🏻

price:

Gaz:

Soap:

Ghost:

Okay, but I fucks real heavy with the black set you've given Ghost, mmk? I might need to save that photo for when I get my nails done. You tell him it goes good with the eye paint and he rolls his eyes. May or may not also get upset if he notices a gem missing.

Let's talk about Gaz being cheeky and striking a pose in front of you so you can see his nails. Apparently, you do this to him every time you get your nails done lmao.

And not Johnny's design giving The Little Soapmaid lmao. Soap breaks his nail and the world's ending. This is the same guy who's been shot at, stabbed, you name it. He breaks his nail and omfg, he's DYING, Bonnie.

Price taps his nails so everyone else can suffer the same way he's suffering. Well... not really. The tapping noise is oddly soothing and he sees why you like them so much. You gave him green because you said it's his color.

[effy-writes]

HIIIII!!!!!! OKAY OKAYY SOO.. MALE READER BTW!!

fizz x ozzie x reader

So He has very unique features, In hell you look very doll like, think even more doll like then velvette, you are from the envy ring, but moved to the lust ring because its just better, he has white hair with pink streaks in it. and you like have a lot of white and pink

so you are crying because someone called you ugly and fizz is comforting you, and you have anxiety so you took this to heart, and spiralled because you're scared your boyfriends think you're ugly, so ozzie walks in, and then is begging to know who hurt you, and he comforts you too, once you calm down, they send verosika to hang out with you since you're best friends andand while you two hang out fizz and ozzie are beating up the dude who called you ugly<3

ofc!! sorry this took too long!! im kinda not happy how this turned out, for some reason i struggled with this but i hope you enjoy!! <3

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fizz x ozzie x m! reader: oh doll

cw: scratching to relieve tension

living in the envy ring wasn’t so great to you. lots of trauma happened and you had to get out of there. the saying is true, places holds memories, so the moment you turned 18 you moved into the lust ring.

your life became better, but you still suffered from anxiety attacks due to the trauma that you endured from envy. you needed to find something to distract yourself so you decided to be a performer at “ozzie’s”.

you obviously had to audition, so you went with a pole routine. ozzie loved your performance and so you were hired on the spot! you felt like you were on top of the world and nothing could bring you down.

ozzie introduced you to fizz, and you guys hit it off! one thing led to another, and now you’re in a polyamorous relationship with them. at first you were nervous about this whole thing because you never been in a poly relationship. you were afraid of becoming too jealous, but they treated you so good and completely washed away your anxious thoughts.

you also told them about how you have anxiety problems due to your life living in the envy ring and warned them that you’re sensitive to certain things. they were both understanding and even fizz told you about his trauma so you’re not alone.

~~~

you had about 3 hours to spare before you had to perform again at “ozzie’s”, so you went walking to clear your head.

you strolled the streets of lust and went shopping for some new outfits. pink and white was your color, so you always seek out those colored clothes.

“oh shit, it’s the off brand angel dust!” an imp laughed.

you rolled your eyes to yourself and continued shopping. you were use to this kind of treatment, being called the “off brand angel dust” was so basic. at first it did hurt you, but overtime you stopped giving a fuck.

the imp and his friend kept following you around the store. your heart raced, but you tried to not show any reaction.

“angel dust from shein.” he snickered.

you left the store without any new clothes because you didn’t want to deal with them. you made your way back to “ozzie’s” and got ready in the designated dressing room.

“y/nnn, can i come in?” fizz shouted.

“of fucking course.”

fizz opened the door and wrapped his arms around you from the behind while you were putting on drag makeup.

“how was your walk? did you buy anything lustful.”

you didn’t dare to tell him what had happened today because him and ozzie will go haywire. “couldn’t find anything that i didn’t own.” you laughed.

fizz let go and sat on your lap facing you, “seems about right to how much ozzie spoils you.” he laughed, “are you ready for your performance?”

“i am! it’s gonna be sooo sexy. so you better keep it in your pants.” you stick your forked tongue out.

“gonna be hard.” he laughed, “you’re on in 30 minutes.” he lightly kissed your lips since you were wearing lipstick and didn’t want to ruin it. fizz got up from your lap and left your dressing room.

you let out a sigh and slouched as you stared at yourself in the mirror. those imps really got to you but you can’t let them hold that much power over you.

the performance went perfect, you didn’t slip or miss any beats. fizz and ozzie watched from the wings and as always they had to stop themselves from fucking you right then and there.

you blew a kiss to the audience before strutting away to the wings. your boyfriends pulled you into a tight hug before letting you go to get unready.

you walked back to your dressing room but stopped in your tracks once you saw the same imps.

“just saying, angel dust is a way better dancer than you. he has the body, the legs, the stamina, he is the og. but you? an uglier version of angel.” he laughed.

you clenched your fist, “you guys can’t be back here.”

the other one spoke, “look, we’re just trying to help. nobody wants to see the same pink and white whore, we already got one who is better than you. you should be thanking us!”

you shoved pass them and locked yourself in the dressing room. your breathing increased as you clutched onto your heart. “deep breathes” you whispered to yourself.

no, no this can’t be happening again. it’s been months since you had an anxiety attack just stay calm, you kept thinking to yourself. i’m not ugly, they’re just trying to get under my skin. you’re okay.

but no matter how many times you told yourself this it didn’t work. you groaned loudly and scratched at your skin to relieve tension.

“y/n? doll?” ozzie said from the other side of the door, “you doing alright? can i come in?”

you wiped away your tears and opened the door. ozzie came in and saw your teary eyes and ruined makeup. “oh doll, what happened?”

your breathing increased again, “it’s nothing, i’m fine.”

“you’re not fine, what is it? did something happen?” he held your hands.

“just some…” you couldn’t finish your sentence, just break down again and hyperventilating. ozzie picked you up and pulled you into a hug, “shh, it’s okay, i’m here. but you gotta tell me what happened because NOBODY will hurt you again.”

“just mean shit.” you managed to say through your sobs.

“oh honey..breathe with me.”

you followed his breathing and eventually calmed down. your head was aching from how much you were crying. ozzie sat you down on the bench and got on his knees to be at your level. he took your hands into his and squeezed them, “who said these things?”

“an imp with short white hair and wearing a blue shirt? and the other has longer white hair who wasn’t wearing a shirt.” you took shaky breath in and out.

“i’m gonna BEAT those FUCKERS UP” ozzie screamed before calming down, “sorry for yelling it’s just-”

“i know, ozzie.” you softly smiled but dropped it, “i don’t feel good about my self.” you sniffled, “i don’t understand why you and fizz want a “shein version of angel dust”.”

“doll, STOP thinking like that! you’re better than that! fizzy and i think you are the most beautiful, handsome, attractive, sexy looking demon here! how about you hang out with verosika tonight and fizz and i will go handle them, does that sound good?”

you nodded as ozzie stood up to call verosika. you couldn’t help but to scratch yourself to relieve tension again. he hung up and got down to your level again, pulling your hands away from your arms so you would stop hurting yourself, “verosika is coming over in about 30 minutes, just sit tight. will you be okay being here until then?”

“i will, thanks again.”

“of course, doll! you mean everything to fizzy and i.” he smiled. “please stop scratching yourself, okay?”

you nodded and hugged yourself with your arms and your tail.

ozzie ending up leaving you in this dressing room. you needed to get out of this costume and take off your ruined makeup but was too tired to do anything. you were glad you’re able to hang out with your best friend, but still so mentally tired.

another knock was heard, “hey bitch,” verosika said, “can i come in?”

“yeah,” you got up and open the door. verosika handed you a flask.

“you doing alright?”

“not really.”

“want to get dress in some sexy ass clothes and go to a bar?” she sweetly smiled.

“i guess..sorry im just so tired after i get anxiety attacks.”

She rubbed your shoulder, “i know, baby…do you want me to dress you up!” her smile gotten bigger, in which making you smile.

you agreed and watch verosika squeal out of happiness. she went through all of your clothes that was in the dressing room and picked out the sexiest one you have. “bitch, PLEASE wear this.”

“uh..i don’t know. i don’t think i’ll good in it.”

“oh come on, please? trust me you’re already fucking hot. wear this.” she threw it to you.

“fine.” you took it out of her hands and got dressed while she turned around.

“ya know..fizz and ozzie really loves you.”

“i hope so.”

“i know so. they always talk about you.”

you finished putting on the outfit and got her attention. she turned back around and gasped, “i need to ask if i can join in on the polyamory.” she laughed, “let me do your makeup.”

you sat down on the bench as verosika gathered the makeup from the vanity. she picked out all shades of pink and did your eyeshadow/eyeliner/mascara before doing your face. you turned back around to look at yourself in the mirror, still feeling ugly but you know that’s not true.

you and verosika made your way to the nearest bar and got drinks. she obviously got shit faced but you tried to just get tipsy and not too drunk. “you know, y/n, im really glad i met you.” she rested her head on your shoulder.

“i’m glad too. if it wasn’t for fizz and ozzie then we wouldn’t have been friends.”

“you have no idea on how much they love you.” she drunkly said, “they’ll do anything to protect you.”

“yeah..i think they’re beating up those guys right now.” you laughed.

“oh most definitely.”

you took another sip of your margarita, “i feel much better.”

“is the alcohol talking or you?”

“probably both.” you snickered, “but i do feel much better. thanks again for inviting me out.”

“of course, bitch. come on,” verosika slid off of the bar stool and wobbled a bit, “let’s take you back to fizz and ozzie.” she reached her hand out for you, in which you gladly took.

“verosika, i think maybe i should take you back to your place,” you laughed, “you’re shit face.”

“yeah but this day is for you,” she slurred.

“you could just spend the night with us.” you smirked.

“that’ll probably be better because i see four of you.”

[lumilasi]

Since I've been updating one of my bleach fics more recently, I felt the once-in-a-blue-moon urge to draw something from it.....decision I VERY MUCH regretted lmao, because what I picked was SUPER difficult to draw, and I had to take some creative liberty with these designs, lessening the detail in them (Didn't even have a proper ref for Oni-Ichigo to begin with...).

Still, I managed to finish this at least. Fanart isn't really my thing anymore that much so these will be rare, even if I am writing semi-regularly.

The scene this bases on from Jack of All Hollows:

(Context, this is a memory viewed by "main" Ichigo of the story, Oni-Ichigo is a separate person)

Grimmjow eventually shifts, now just sitting on the bridge ledge properly, dangling his bare feet over the water. His companion follows his example, though chooses to keep his legs towards the bridge instead, sitting the other way around. He was still glancing at Grimmjow, and Ichigo could tell that color on his demon doppleganger’s face wasn’t just alcohol. He looked like there was something he was trying to say, but was hesitating.

Ichigo knew what it was.

Clearly, Grimmjow was aware of his companion mulling over something, as the blunet eventually snorts and turns to look at Oni Ichigo annoyed.

"What? Spill it, I can literally hear yer overthinkin’ shit again.”

"You can share memories, not read minds.”

"The gears in your brain are so rusty they make shit ton of noise, Kurosaki. Hard not to hear all that.”

The ginger demon laughs at that, his reaction seemingly confusing his companion a little, the point he now grabs Oni Ichigo’s arm and threatens to throw him into the river if he didn’t explain what was so damn funny now. His companion eventually manages to stop laughing with a wheeze, now looking back at the pouty looking blunet, who was clearly still confused about his behavior.

"Yer way too drunk huh; never knew your stubborn ass was this lightweight.”

"Yeah, guess I am.”

Watching the pair, Ichigo felt uneasy now, suddenly having a feeling this wouldn’t end well for his twin. Obviously, this Ichigo had died, but beyond that…

Suddenly, his twin leans closer, clearly catching Grimmjow off-guard. The kiss doesn’t last long, and once his twin pulls back he had gone completely red, now averting his gaze and rubbing his neck sheepishly. Grimmjow had gone completely stiff, just like he’d done that night at that other bridge.

"S-sorry. I….uh.”

He seems to struggle for a moment to decide what to say, still avoiding the blue eyes staring at him. Grimmjow still hadn’t moved an inch, as if his brain had short circuited and he was struggling to process what just happened.

"….You know. You’re not as bad as I thought when we first met. And lately, I don’t know. I just….I like hanging out with you, when you’re not trying to kill me.”

Oni Ichigo chuckles sheepishly, still avoiding his gaze. Grimmjow now turns his head away, his face still unreadable, though the shock seemed to have faded. The atmosphere around the pair had shifted from the easygoing drunkedness to something much more tense and awkward, though Ichigo wasn’t sure if he was reading it that way, or if the emotion was attached to the memory itself.

"I’ve been thinking about that a lot. And….I-I don’t think its…”

Oni Ichigo swallows down hard now, finally daring to look up at Grimmjow. Seeing that uneasy look in his eyes, oh fuck he was scared too. It had clearly taken his twin a lot to bring this up, and so far, neither could tell what Grimmjow was thinking.

"I don’t think it’s friendly affection I’m feeling.”

Silence.

[anna-the-undertaker]

Nightmares and Nonsense

This is based on this post. I came up with that idea during one of my insomnia induced sleepless nights. I want to give special thanks to @anunholyabomination for inspiring me with the sheer hilarity of their comment on that post. So this is for you lmao additional tags: @leilakaro @sheep-from-rad

Belphegor's nights were an exercise in futility and simmering rage. Confined within the attic's gloomy walls, his disdain for humans stewed alongside a relentless boredom. The appearance of the human exchange student only served to ignite his contempt further. Yet, a mischievous part of him, the part that delighted in the subtle arts of manipulation and control, saw an opportunity in this unsuspecting human's arrival.

He discovered their dreaming mind by pure coincidence. While wandering the endless expanse of his own subconscious, a new dreamscape overlapped his, leaving Belphie adrift and puzzled. As a demon deeply acquainted with the nuances of sleep and dreams, he rarely encountered a dreamscape that could surprise him—at least he thought none of them could.

The dream before him was vivid, an intricately woven tapestry of colors and sensations that resonated with an unfamiliar yet undeniably human energy. He moved through it with the ease of a shadow, unseen and unnoticed, until he sensed a shift—a ripple of awareness that prickled at the edges of his consciousness.

Turning towards the source, he realized it was the human, and tried to get closer, intrigued by their control and clarity, and eager to exploit this opportunity. But before he could get any closer, a voice, clear and authoritative, cut through the dream’s fabric.

“Did I give you permission to come here?” The voice was neither hostile nor welcoming, carrying a tone of nonchalant power that Belphie wasn't used to being subjected to.

Startled, Belphie had barely a moment to register the dismissal before he was forcibly ejected from the dreamscape. He woke with a gasp, the abrupt return to his own consciousness leaving him disoriented and a single thought crossed his mind, “What the fuck…”

The encounter, however brief, sparked an obsession in Belphie. Night after night, he tried to re-enter the human's subconscious realm. Each attempt, however, ended more ludicrously than the last. The human didn’t just eject him but began to twist his appearances into increasingly absurd scenarios.

One night, he found himself manifested at the edge of a surreal circus. No sooner had he entered he was transformed—his dignified demonic form altered into that of a clown, complete with oversized shoes and a garish red nose. Before he could react, an imposing figure that his dream-altered mind couldn't recognize appeared, tall, bearded and dressed in top hat and singlet, shoving tacos into his mouth while shouting about something called Reese’s Puffs. In the background, aliens, decked out like gangsters, were busy robbing some place called a Chuck E. Cheese, stuffing their bags with what they loudly declared to be diamonds.

Another attempt saw him materialize in a dream-designed version of the wild west, where he was immediately put on a horse that had a mind of its own. As he struggled to maintain his balance, dream-created characters pelted him with bizarre questions about quantum physics—a subject he had no knowledge of, much less in his sleep. The absurdity peaked when the horse decided to join in the conversation, offering insights in a surprisingly sophisticated British accent.

At some point he was a fearsome pirate aboard a sinking ship, desperately trying to scare MC with threats of walking the plank, only to have the scene dissolve into a bizarre beach party where MC forced him to participate in a limbo contest. The dream characters cheered on, including the tall man from before who inexplicably acted as the DJ, blasting 80s pop hits.

And again, he was a villain in a medieval setting, ready to lay siege to a castle. Just as he began his threatening monologue, the scene shifted, turning him into a court jester reciting Shakespearean insults while juggling tomatoes. MC, dressed as the ruler, laughed from their throne, utterly unfazed by his supposed menace.

The indignity of it was almost too much, and he had withdrawn with a seething anger, masked by a forced calm. Yet, Belphie couldn't help but admire the human's deft control over their dreams. It was an ability he hadn't anticipated, one that both infuriated and intrigued him.

After numerous humiliations, Belphie's approach shifted. Perhaps he could weave himself into their subconscious as a constant, albeit ridiculous, presence. Allowing the human to get used to him would make it easier to manipulate them later, but that meant going along with their little game. He knew there would be no way to hide that he was a demon, but that was just a small change to his growing plan. Gradually, his intrusions became less about domination and more about persistence.

Finally, the human seemed to tire of crafting bizarre punishments. Belphie found himself simply present in the dreams, no longer transformed or tormented. He was just another character in the ever-changing tapestry of the human's dream world. This sudden normalcy felt like a cold truce, and while part of him was relieved, another part—a dark, vengeful slice of his soul—simmered with unresolved anger.

When they eventually met in person, the attic's dusty gloom illuminated by the intrusion of this peculiar human, Belphie’s feelings were a complex web of grudging respect, lingering disdain, and a peculiar curiosity.

“You,” Belphie greeted, his voice cool but laced with an undercurrent of amusement and annoyance. “Quite the dream weaver, aren’t you?”

The human's grin was all too knowing, their eyes sparkling with mischief. “Had to keep things interesting. You demons take yourselves so seriously.”

Belphie scoffed, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the wall. “You have no idea what you’re meddling with, human.”

“Maybe,” They conceded with a shrug, their confidence unshaken. “But I think I can handle it. Can you say the same?”

The challenge hung between them, and despite everything, Belphie found himself intrigued. Here was a human, capable of turning nightmares into farce, of standing toe-to-toe with a demon in the battlefield of dreams. As much as he hated to admit it, this might prove more interesting than he’d anticipated.

And, of course, he could find a way to use this to his advantage after all.

[myunghology]

haaaiiii can i have some crumbs of mental support and comfort from sakuma ritsu himself🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞😭😭😭 :3

ANYWAY, DONT BE A STRANGER.

summary — ritsu finds you sobbing after a hard day, comforting you in the best way he can think of.. which surprisingly works.

pairings — ritsu sakuma x gender neutral reader

tw — angst/comfort, reader has issues with believing that anyone would love them properly - also reader has a skateboard lol

a/n — umm this made me cry. song for this

A choked sob comes out of your desperate lips, feeling yourself forcefully stop, as your back lands against a wall. Your breath shakes, the back of your hand wiping your tears— they won't be stopping anytime soon.

Your body slowly slides down, but you were too busy trying to fix your breathing, too busy wiping your tears. The irises of your eyes look up, the lights changing colors once in awhile.

No one else was with you in the underpass, who would be? It was late and it was dark. At least the designs on the walls and the blinding changes of lights were there to lighten up the mood.

The world always felt so quiet and cold whenever you were like this. Some other people would have liked that feeling. This feeling. Quiet and cold for you just meant that you were alone and there was no one with you.

Your skateboard suddenly slides off the wall where you placed it, a loud thud coming from it as it rolls away from you on its wheels. Fuck it, even a thing wouldn't want to stay with you. You force out a laugh, and yet you still feel another wave of tears welling up.

Eyes following the skateboard as you were too tired to even get up and drag it back to you, until you see a pair of shoes, stopping the ends of your board, and stopping it from going any further.

"Knew you'd be here," Ritsu smiles softly, even after seeing tears slowly drop down your face as he picks up your skateboard, and heads on over towards you. At least your tears prolonged a little bit when you felt his presence.

He lets out a sigh when he sits down beside you, his grip on the board still tight. He could feel his heart drop down to his stomach once he sees your slightly reddish eyes turn to face him.

The older male carefully brings a hand to your face to wipe your seemingly never-ending tears, you could feel more drop down just from his actions. "Why are you crying?"

He asks in a whisper, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears, whilst you cover your mouth with one hand, trying to stop another choked out sob from coming out. His hand now comes up to bring down yours from covering your mouth.

Your hands were slightly damp, and so were your sleeves of your jacket. He could already tell that it was from wiping your own tears, so helpless that you couldn't do anything about it.

"I'm sorry," Ritsu mumbles, making you shake your head vigorously. "I should have knew." He stares at you, while your eyes are forcefully closed shut, not wanting to look at him as he apologized. "If I could have just—"

You cut him of with a whimper of a sob, shaking your head once more. You couldn't even bring yourself to speak from how much your hiccups were stopping you to. His expression crumples as he sees you even struggle to breathe.

You sniffle as your breathing becomes erratic trying to at least get one word mustered out, now it was his turn to shake his head as he shushes you. "Shh, you don't have to speak, okay? I understand you already."

''No you don't,'' You manage to whisper, your eyes boring into his red ones. "Life is so fucking unfair, Ritsu. No one could ever understand,'' You cry out, almost for help. Just by the crack of your voice, he could tell how bad it was.

He knew you were hurting, and he was too. Just by seeing you like this. And you knew that, the sun could rise and the sun could set, and you could enjoy your life for even just a bit. But you will always end up in this state, one way or another.

''Let's go home, please.'' He pleads out with your name following, and you feel your tears dry up little by little. And you finally nod, forcing out yet another bitter laugh from your lips.

Your head was hurting as you found yourself inside Ritsu's dorm, it was only the two of you. Mika was probably out and about somewhere overworking— You should check on him later. Your eyes were too sore to even focus on one thing right now from crying. Much less, a digital screen.

Their dorm felt comfy and warm. The exact opposite of what it was like outside just a few minutes ago.

Ritsu then places two cups of newly brewed tea, one right in front of you before he sits the opposite of you. The steam was still obvious. You can't help but ask yourself, Why? ''Why? Because I care for you.''

He says, resting his head on the palm of his hand. You take the tea cup in your hands and take a small sip of the tea in embarrassment, not realizing you were thinking out load.

As soon as you finish your cup of tea, he perks up once more. "You can sleep here with me. It's already late. Not safe for you to be going out there. Especially when.." He trails off, you already knew what he was going to say anyway.

You shake your head, "I couldn't. What about you? I wouldn't want to take up your space." You respond blankly, it was obvious that you weren't exactly properly recovered yet.

"No no no, please? I don't mind." He begs, standing up and grabbing your hands in his, gently pulling you two towards the bed.

...

"You're weird, you know that?" You mumble, your head resting perfectly on top of his chest as he sighs, his fingers running through your hair. "I know. If just caring for you makes me weird, I'll gladly accept it."

The male's back was leaning against the headboard of his bed as he holds you, his nails gently scratching your scalp, making you hum softly at his actions.

Your eyes slowly close shut, signaling Ritsu that you were finally asleep. He lets out a relieved sigh, before hearing the door click open.

"Ritsu-kun! 'M.. Oh," Mika's voice was suddenly interrupted as he sees you with Ritsu, and his roommates finger was pressed to his lips with a wink on his face, before his finger was pointing down to you.

Oh..

myunghology: dies

[slaymitchabernathy]

A Sweet Promise

Coriolanus can't believe that he kept this from himself for so long.

The sight of Soarynn on his bed naked is a heavenly sight.

She looks gorgeous with her blonde hair spilled out around her head like a golden halo like an angel he's about to drag down to hell with him and take away all her purity.

The poor thing is shaking but there's a good reason for that considering she's currently tied up and blindfolded.

He wants this to be an immersive experience for her. It's not every day that you lose your virginity.

"Look at you," he murmurs, crawling on top of her, "so perfect for me hmm?" Soarynn whimpers, clenching her thighs tighter as if that'll help her out of this predicament. His fingers graze over the lacey bralette he had her wear tonight, white to symbolize her purity, the purity he'll rip away soon enough.

"Coriolanus I...I want to touch you," she whines, bucking her hips. He's quick to hold her down with his hand, pressing hard against her soft, warm skin, "Be patient darling, I'm going to enjoy taking what's rightfully mine."

His fingers slip under the waistband of her panties and he hears her breath hitch in her throat, "I wonder how wet you are," he says, his other hand grabbing her breast, kneading it with his hand and earning him a moan. Soarynn arches into his touch and he chuckles, "Naughty girl, I'll have to teach you how to behave, to be good for me."

He's going to teach her a lot of things. How to suck his cock, take his cock like she should, what to wear when he fucks her. He's so generous towards his little wife.

"I've been good," she insists, her tone whiny.

She has been good.

If he knew that all it would take was a few promises to get her to start acting like a proper First Lady then he would've done all of this months ago. While Coriolanus fed on her and her innocence, her vulnerability, and naivety, she fed off of his promises to give her whatever she wanted.

He was glad he married someone so young, someone who wanted childish things like horses and rooms to paint in compared to someone who might demand designer handbags and priceless jewelry. Which he did buy for her, but Soarynn didn't quite care for the fancy clothes and shoes, not as much as she cared for her horses and paint colors.

Whatever kept her busy.

He's been busy too, busy enough to where he's only had enough time to share a few heated kisses with Soarynn in between meetings and dinners, nothing more. But now he has all the time in the world.

Coriolanus drags his fingers along her folds, groaning at how wet she is, "Fuck, my little slut is already so eager hmm? Can't wait to have me inside of you?" Coriolanus can't wait to watch her tight little cunt struggle to take all of him in, to have her squirming around with nowhere to go.

Soarynn gasps when his fingers graze her clit, her hips bucking up at the strange sensation. "Oh," she says, her mouth hanging open. Coriolanus takes that as an opportunity to slip two fingers into her mouth, prying it open like a box. Soarynn is smarter than she looks and complies with his silent demand, opening her small mouth as wide as it'll go and it does nothing to help his growing problem in his boxers.

Coriolanus spits into her mouth, watching her swallow without complaint, "My dirty little girl," he murmurs, "should've known that I was getting a District whore for a wife when I got you. You can take the whore out of the District but you sure as hell can't take the District out of the whore, isn't that right Soarynn?"

Before she can even respond he shoves his fingers deeper into her mouth, watching her gag around them. His other hand thumbs at her clit, driving her crazy with nothing to do but lie there and take it.

"Please," she moans, garbled and needy, trying to grind against his hand.

Coriolanus sighs, sitting back to admire her for a moment. "What is it you want Soarynn?"

This is a test and he hopes for her sake that she passes.

Soarynn whines, rolling around on the bed for a moment, her hands trying to get loose but failing once again. She's breathless and frustrated. Just how he likes her.

"I...I want you Coriolanus," she gasps, "want to make you happy."

Coriolanus smiles, "That's my good girl. Your pleasure will always come second to mine darling, you'll do well to learn that." He doesn't really give a flying fuck if Soarynn ever reaches an orgasm, but he sure will, every single time without fail.

Soarynn's cunt is a much better alternative than his hand.

His hands slide down her panties, revealing her perfect little cunt. Glistening with how fucking wet she is already.

Coriolanus spreads her thighs out as far as they'll go, earning him a pained gasp from Soarynn but he's so far beyond caring at this point. He's played nice, now it's time to play rough.

He uses one hand to pull down his boxers, his hardened cock springing out, red at the tip, ready to fuck her until she can't talk anymore. "Such a tight little cunt," he mutters, leaning back over her so that the tip of his cock is pressed against her entrance. Soarynn whines at the feeling, wiggling her hips side to side, "Is it...is it going to hurt?" She asks, her lips slightly parted. He knows it's killing her to be blindfolded, to not see what's happening.

He likes it when she's helpless.

Coriolanus hums, holding her hip down with one hand while slowly pushing into her with the other, "That's the best part darling."

She's a tight fit to put things lightly. Coriolanus moans at how warm she is, how tight and wet. Absolutely perfect for a man like him who deserves a sweet little cunt like Soarynn's.

Soarynn cries out, trying to get away but he holds her down, keeping her stuck on his cock while he fully pushes in until he feels his tip pushing against her sweet spot.

"It hurts," she cries, writhing on the sheets, "I can't. Please, I can't."

Coriolanus leans down to press a kiss to her lips, his teeth tugging at her bottom lip until he tastes blood, "You're going to take what I give you every single time. Do you understand Soarynn?"

He can tell she's crying from how scattered her breathing is but he could care less now that he's finally inside of her. From the second he married her, he knew what he was after. And now he has it.

Coriolanus starts a hard and punishing pace, pulling all the way out before slamming back into her, listening to all the sounds she makes. He knows it won't be long before the pleasure takes over and she becomes a mindless little fuckdoll but until then he can at least enjoy himself. Once she gets addicted he'll never hear the end of it.

"Feels so fucking good," he grunts out, watching her cunt take him over and over again, just like she should.

"Mmm," she moans, her back arching off of the bed. Looks like she's finally feeling better. He grins down at her, watching her face contort in pleasure. Part of him wants to rip the blindfold off but he prefers her to be as helpless as possible. At his mercy.

"You like it?" He teases, changing his fast pace to a deeper and slower one, making her feel every fucking inch of his cock. Her cunt is going to be molded to it by the time he's done with her.

Soarynn's hands flail around, but he made sure she couldn't break out of her restraints, "Please," she begs, her hips starting to meet his with every thrust, "please."

Coriolanus presses one hand on her lower abdomen, knowing how it'll scramble her sweet little brain and it does. Soarynn moans again, this time louder and more desperate, "Fuck."

Coriolanus shoves two fingers into her mouth again, "Watch your language angel, can't have my little wife swearing in front of the wrong people." Soarynn can only whimper in reply, sucking on his fingers while he nears his orgasm.

He can't wait to finish inside of her. In fact, he's only going to finish inside of her, in her cunt more specifically.

"Taking me so good," he praises, going a bit faster, "just like you should."

Soarynn's walls start to tighten around his length, a telltale sign that she's nearing her own orgasm as well which isn't really his problem but he'll allow it this time. After all, it's the first orgasm she'll ever have.

And that seems to dawn on Soarynn too because she starts babbling incoherent nonsense around his fingers, clearly confused and scared at what her body is doing right now. Coriolanus leans down until his lips are right next to her ear, "Give it to me Soarynn, be my good little slut and cum for me. It's all you were made for darling, to pleasure me and make me happy."

He slides his hand down from her lower abdomen to her clit, rubbing it with his thumb and she just unravels.

Soarynn's body spasms while she has her first orgasm and Coriolanus finally takes the blindfold off, watching as her eyes roll back and her jaw goes slack around his fingers.

Completely fucked out and dumb with it.

Coriolanus thrusts inside of her a few more times before finishing as well, swearing under his breath at how good it feels to finish inside of her cunt.

Soarynn is panting, her eyes shut and her body limp.

Too bad this is only the first round.

꧁ ꧂

"We need to focus on hitting the Districts back twice as hard..."

The voice of Quintus Heavensbee drowns out in his mind while looking out the window of his study. Coriolanus should be working, should be focusing on issues that concern the stability of his country but instead, he's watching his wife run around outside.

She's playing with Petunia, the two of them chasing one another around. Petunia keeps hiding in different bushes of flowers, jumping out to bat at Soarynn's hand while she giggles.

Coriolanus feels the ghost of a smile tugging on his lips but he pushes it away.

"Coriolanus people are mad."

He turns back to look at Quintus, raising his eyebrows, "The District people or our people?" He asks, needing some clarification.

Quintus sighs and rubs his temples, he's an older man, more experienced, and always stressed out. He was the one who pushed for this marriage, desperate for Coriolanus to be seen as a family man.

"Our people, they've taken to the streets, there's even talk of trying to break into the Mansion," he gestures to the room around them, "all because of the Districts not being able to supply enough imports."

Coriolanus frowns, his fingers drumming against the hardwood of his desk, "What about our backup reserves? We have stockpiles from after the war." Quintus shakes his head, dismissing the idea, "No. We can't touch those reserves unless we're in a time of active war, which we might be soon enough if we don't get these people under control."

Before Coriolanus can provide another suggestion, there's a loud banging on the doors to his study. "Mr. President? Mr. President, it's an emergency, sir!"

He nods at Quintus to go open the doors, revealing a frantic-looking Peacekeeper, "What's this emergency you're referring to?" Quintus asks, looking out into the hallway for an immediate threat.

"People are surrounding the Mansion," the Peacekeeper tells them, "they're rioters, they've been trying to climb the front gates but now they're trying to get in through the back."

Coriolanus feels his heart start beating faster, "My wife is out there. Get her inside now!"

It's a mad dash through the hallways, all three men running to the veranda where several other staff members have already gathered. He spots Eudora who's watching from the top of the steps, shaking her head, "Just dreadful," she mutters before looking over her shoulder to see Coriolanus running towards her, "Coriolanus? What's wrong? What's happened?"

He's nearly out of breath but manages to get out the most important information, "Get...Soarynn."

He spots her at the very edge of the gardens, right by the fence. Right by a group of Capitol rioters grabbing at the fence, yelling all sorts of things.

"SOARYNN!" He yells, running down the steps, a whole flotilla of Peacekeepers behind him now, "SOARYNN COME HERE NOW!"

Out of all the times he's needed her to listen to him, now is the only time that truly matters.

Soarynn turns to look at him, scared out of her mind no doubt. He beckons her over, "Now Soarynn!"

She glances back over at the rioters who are now attempting to scale the fence and she must figure her chances are better with him than with them because she starts to make her way over to him. But not before he watches Petunia, clearly not as smart as Soarynn claims, run right over to the fence.

Soarynn sees it too and he can see how conflicted she is.

Listen to her husband or get her cat.

She chooses the cat like the fucking childish idiot she is.

She runs after Petunia and Coriolanus keeps running after her, watching in horror when one of the rioters goes to grab at Petunia.

All hell breaks lose after that.

Peacekeepers are yelling, Soarynn is screaming and all he can do is watch.

Soarynn is in tears as two Peacekeepers try to pull her away from the fence, away from the psychotic people trying to hurt her and more importantly, him.

But she is not going anywhere without that cat.

He can hear Eudora from behind him, shouting for the Peacekeepers to be gentle with Mrs. Snow as if being gentle is what truly matters right now.

One of the Peacekeepers finally manages to grab Petunia from the rioter's hands and the other two pick Soarynn up from the ground, carrying her away while the others deter the rioters with their guns.

Soarynn is delivered to Coriolanus in tears, shaking and terrified. He can't even be mad at her right now because he's so fucking furious that his own citizens would try to break into his home and for what?

He instinctively wraps his arms around Soarynn's shaking frame, running a hand over her hair while she cries, the other hand curled into a fist. "Detain them," he says, nodding towards the group who can't seem to scale a simple fence.

He'll have them severely punished for this. For scaring Soarynn and dragging her out of the perfectly crafted bubble he's created for her.

It didn't take Coriolanus long to learn that as long as he gave Soarynn whatever she wanted when she wanted it, she'd do anything for him. And now they've ruined his fun. He's going to have to do something drastic now, like buy her a car.

Eudora is comforting Soarynn in seconds, asking if she's okay, if they touched her, if they hurt her. He's more than glad to hand Soarynn off to someone more capable of caring for Soarynn right now and he mumbles something or the other about checking on her in a few hours.

He glances down at the cat who doesn't seem shaken up at all by the ordeal but Petunia looks like she doesn't have a lot of thoughts running through that head of hers.

Good, he prefers it that way.

꧁ ꧂

Coriolanus stares down at the pitiful sight of the detained rioters, now all without tongues.

Avoxes.

"Because you so stupidly decided to harm my wife, you'll be serving her for the rest of your miserable lives," he tells them, pacing in front of them, "your one goal in life is to serve her, to make sure she's happy at all times. Some of you will tend to her horses, the others to her every need and comfort. Should you fail to do your jobs, you'll be executed."

It's a threat simple as any but he doesn't care about the lives of Avoxes. They're a dime a dozen, replaceable at the wave of his hand.

He can't stop himself from grinning at their mournful yet terrified faces, "Sleep well, you start tomorrow morning."

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn is watching television when he finds her. Wrapped up in blankets with Petunia curled up against her chest.

"Can I meet Lucky Flickerman?" Is the first thing she asks him which is a relief, she's already back to asking him for things which means what happened this afternoon didn't shake her up too badly.

Coriolanus sits on the edge of the sofa she's currently lying on, "Of course darling, he can even interview you if you want." Her blue-gray eyes widen with excitement, "Really? You'd let me be on his show?"

She looks so pretty right now, her hair falling down her shoulders while wearing one of the many nightgowns he bought for her. She used to like sleeping in shorts but he convinced her to switch to nightgowns. Much easier to access that way.

He nods, giving her a small smile, "Mhm. As long as you behave yourself it shouldn't be a problem."

The last thing Coriolanus needs is for Soarynn to blurt out all sorts of nonsense on live television. Petunia meows up at Soarynn, nuzzling her face against her chest, "Those people tried to hurt us today," Soarynn mumbles, "I thought people in the Capitol were supposed to be good."

She looks up at him, expecting an answer to what transpired today.

Coriolanus clears his throat, he'd never admit it out loud, but he was genuinely worried for her safety today. Things could've ended badly.

"They are good," he says, although he doesn't really believe that right now, "but there are always people who want to see you fall from the top, no matter what the cost," he nods at Petunia who's already fallen asleep.

Soarynn frowns, "But Snow lands on top right?"

He taught her that phrase after their night in the maze, figuring she'd warm up to him more if it looked like he trusted her. Coriolanus hums, cupping her small face in his large hand, "Yes darling, Snow lands on top."

A smile creeps across her face, it's a little mischievous which makes him nervous, "Then can I tell you a secret?"

Coriolanus can't wait to hear this so-called secret. Anything Soarynn says to anyone is directly reported back to him, whether she knows it or not.

"Tell me your secret darling."

Soarynn carefully sits up, not wanting to wake up Petunia. They're almost eye to eye now, and hers are twinkling with excitement.

"I'm pregnant."

Coriolanus can't stop the surprised gasp from leaving his lips. He knew Soarynn was fertile, that she was more than capable of providing him with a child but he didn't think it would happen so soon. He's fucked her countless times but still.

Soarynn laughs, leaning into his touch, "That's good right? Good that I'm already pregnant? I didn't feel too good after all that happened today so Eudora called the doctor and I said I was feeling more tired so he made me pee in a cup and then he came back and said I was pregnant. He was gonna tell you but you were so busy."

Coriolanus can't believe it. She's pregnant.

He presses a kiss to her lips, a deep and passionate one and Soarynn eagerly returns it. "It's very good," he says against her lips, his hands sliding under her nightgown, "very, very good darling, you've been so good for me lately but now, now you've exceeded every one of my expectations."

Soarynn giggles into the kiss, her hands carding through his golden curls that've broken free from his hair gel after a long and stressful day, "We're gonna have a baby."

He's going to be a father.

Coriolanus pulls away, staring down at her stomach which will soon be swollen with his child. He wonders if it'll be a girl or a boy. Soarynn must be wondering the same thing too, "What if I have a girl instead of a boy? I know you said I have to give you a boy bu-"

He cuts her off with another kiss, his hands roaming all over her body, making her shiver and whine, "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that," he tells her, "if it's a girl then we can always just have another baby."

Soarynn lets out a sigh of relief, his little wife must've been worried about not giving him an heir the first time. But he can be patient, and he'll be damned if he just gets one child out of Soarynn. She's young and in her childbearing prime.

Soarynn nods into the kiss, "Another baby," she agrees.

It's all a part of their little deal with one another. The promise they made when they got married.

A sweet promise.

| Part 2. | Final Part |

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[dailyhmsw]

HIHIHI!!!! i’ve been seeing that you’re accepting asks now and it’s been such a joy to read them and know this entity (you :]👋) of daily awesome art better. as a bystander who follows you. your work is so neat and i will never hush up about it‼️‼️

as for my ask….hmmmmm…..what’s your favorite like…aspect of either an element you included in ur personal hms designs, or one you’ve seen in others’? it can be themes, color palettes, psychology, demeanor, metaphors—anything! examples include celestial theming, how a character thinks/a struggle they’re dealing with, or parts of their design that mean something literally or metaphorically. objective observations??

i’m really inspired by how creative the cj fandom is. no design is superior over another ofc, as how people interpret the characters reflect what they like and see the fellas as. interpretation is an art form! wow. writing that makes me realize that chonny’s fandom came from him interpreting music into his own thing (and ergo hms narrative), and then the fans interpret that narrative into their own thing. the loop never ends 😔💀/silly

FIRST AND FOREMOST, THANK YOU ^_^ !!! i agree also, the fandom never fails to inspire me, everyone in it is so crazy talented and makes me even MORE insane about the stupid guys from my songs,,

NOW favourite aspects,, there are a lot of things i love seeing on different hmsw designs but one thing i will always be insane for is when people make them look distinctly inhuman,, i will forever preach about robot/android mind or creature animal heart or whatever the fuck soul is (empty vessel?) because whatever they are they're NOT humans!!! not entirely!! and i love when people write this into their behaviour too! making mind stiff and speak more robotically while heart is always fidgeting and jittery and he has claws and these massive uncontrollable wings.. auaygauaghj

another thing is when people include aspects/colors from the others into their designs,,,.... for example heart with red accents or mind with purple accents and so on..,, or better yet when people include orange in their designs AUGH. it's so good

CELESTIAL THEMING IS ALWAYS BANGER of course heart and mind as the moon and sun is absolutely perfect, but i also like when people throw other planets into the mix?? and i love soul as the stars, it fits him well, but i'm personally subscribed to the headcanon of soul as the sky,, which holds the sun and moon,,,,

something i do personally is to always break up their faces, if that makes sense? with heart's blindfold, mind's screen and soul's shadow/clouds ...,, the face is something that makes your brain recognize what you're seeing as a fellow human, but as previously stated, i love when there's something Wrong with them, so maybe their faces being broken up makes them look much less human...,, hehehe

there are countless things that i love to see on these character designs and if i wanted to rattle them all off we'd be here forever. but i'm just saying, i haven't seen a single design that i haven't liked!!!!! i'm talking a lot about visual details here because once i get started on their psychology i never shut up and i don't want this post to be too long HJAHAHHA but yeah!! cheers!

[sunnysam-my]

It's ironic almost that Viv shoves "rep" into her shows and went out of her way to include a deaf child at an adult sex circus show for said "rep" but like. Fuck people with visual disabilities right? Because neither of those shows have considered how people with colorblindness or even mild visual impairment might not be able to even WATCH the shows with how bad their colour balancing is.

Viv has completely ignored that having unique designs and color palettes for your world and characters is not only basic design for cartoons but also how you maybe your show accessible to those who struggle visually

Funny you ask me that, I actually already made a post about that signing scene and distracting captioner's notes, because I have a hearing disorder and wanted to add my two cents.

I can't get over the fact the it wasn't a teenager around the age Fizz was when he went to that show with Blitzø. I genuinely can't think why they decided to have a young child be the fan other than it being more wholesome because it was a child.

Think for a second about why this scene there. Fizz was spiraling, consumed by thoughs of not being enough and being a "fake, sellout jester". He himself was a disabled teenager who wanted to be the greatest clown of his times. He ended up as a fake, sellout jester, just like Blitz said. But he saw himself in that kid. He saw for who really he wanted to perform. I don't think it would be as impactful to him if it was regular imp, but this would make infinitely more sense, on so many levels, if this was a teenager. But no, we gotta have a freaking child, because it's just way more cuter that way, right? I genuinely don't understand what other possible reasons for why this was a child, and not a teenager, could be.

I'm also still not over the fucking captions. I had problems with following what was happening in S02E06 of Helluva Boss, because of weirdly described sounds and big chunks of captioner's notes and jokes. That's unacceptable.

The irony of literally being an asshole to deaf/HoH people by purposeful fucking up the caption, the thing we rely on to be able watch a show, only to "give" a representation to said group next episode is almost funny.

But going back to the visuals, yes, it's so hard to watch. HB is better than Hazbin, but both aren't great if you have any sort of vision disorder, and this is coming from someone who just have the regular stuff, shortsightedness, astigmatism etc. The legally blind and colourblind folks must have it hard. HH is a joke when it comes to any sort of contrast. Even if they decided to stick to red(-ish) colours, there's still so much shades to work with. It isn't a impossible to make monochromatic art. In fact it's actually a popular training tool for young artists to learn how to do it even when you have more colours.

Here's some examples of monochromatic and mostly monochromatic art done right.

Now compare one of them with a screenshots from HH, both without saturation (black and white).

Hazbin Hotel isn't even monochromatic and fails miserably at any contrast. So no, it isn't just the problem of lack of hue (colour) differentces, it overall just failed at colour and contrast balancing, especially in the hotel, and there's no defending HH on this, because you have three sliders god damnit!

[nerd-space]

Okay, but what would be like, some niche stuff the until dawn characters are into sexually? Personally, I think Josh is REALLY into powerplay and Jessica (hear me out) roleplay or something.

Ooo okay niche kinks i assume? i can easily do that :) this will definitely be shorter since its a vauge request!

CW// intox/somno/cnc, semi-darker kinks/themes, readers discretion advised!

Girls:

Emily

- Shibari, i think that she would love to have herself or her partner in some pretty rope designs, especially designs that emphasize the chest area 😵‍💫

- temperature play, Emily has a thing for shock factor as we see in the totem scene with matt right? right.. i think if she's in a dom space she would love to shock and play with you with some ice or body wax :)

Jess

- roleplay, i 100% agree with you. she's definitely into roleplay thats heavy on the corny aspect i wont lie. Since she would probably be more dominant with a girl i think she would definitely think the nurse and doctor trope is cute or student and professor

- cuffs, i think she would love a fuzzy pair of pink or black good quality cuffs she could use on you, definitely the type to cuff your hands to the headboard to have her way with you

Sam

- Hear me out with this one, blindfolds and feather or leather sensory toys! i think shes definitely the softer type but she still likes to have *some* fun

- marks/marking, i think sam can be mildly possessive over you, maybe even seeing another girl or guy flirting with you and finding it in herself that she has the urge to mark your neck up to show your hers 🫠

Ashley

- subby ass girl, she's probably a freak ass ngl. i think she would have a thing for paddles/floggers 🙂‍↕️. not too rough but hard enough to leave a little sting and some mild marks

- dare i say she has a thing for women in leather/lingerie? she probs gets so flustered and wet at a dominant girl in some intimidating lingerie, i think she's really into the super skimpy "doesn't-leave-much-to-the-imagination" type of lingerie

Boys:

Josh

- Powerplay/size difference is definitely something i see in Josh. He has a habit of going animalistic and feral if given the opportunity to make you weak and incapable of fighting him off if you tried.

- ski masks/halloween masks. Listen. he definitely thinks the aspect of "mystery" behind a ski-mask while you guys fuck is a raging turn on for him, seeing the fake fear on your face even though you know its him makes me go bonkers

Chris

- hashtag: another raging freak, but in secret. I think he would be the type of guy to be mildly into intox/somno 😗 is that a bit strong? probably but i personally view him as much more of an interesting person on the down low. i think smoking some weed with him or getting tipsy and using it as incentive to fuck you silly is smth he likes

- dare i say collars/leashes? Yes i do dare. Chris would definitely be the type to indulge his partner in very mild petplay in a way, he seems the type to find you on your knees between his thighs with a collar and leash he picked the color of to be a mega turn on

Matt

- i think matt is probably into dom/sub dynamics but with a softer dominatrix. i think i view him as a switch so i could see him being a soft!dom and being a service sub type of ordeal, finding that obeying you or allowing you to relax at his hand is just mind melting

- hair pulling, Matt is the type to have a firm grip on your scalp while bending your back to get himself deeper while you fuck, also think he wouldn't mind having his own hair pulled

Mike

- Sadomasochism, he thinks watching you struggle and writhe in mild amounts of pain is the hottest thing ever, he will immediately get hard at small things like if you wince slightly at a mundane task resulting in like a papercut or something. for the masochist half i think nail marks and hickeys are his favorite forms of pain, maybe even some very mild impact play

- Breath play/choking. Mike likes tipping you into that lightheaded state that makes your moans higher pitched and makes you more pliable for him, i think when he subs he also is into it but maybe a little harsher on himself than he is on you 😵‍💫🫠

Hope you enjoyed! 🩷

[campbell-rose]

Helluva Rewrite: Blitzø

ft Loona doodles :) Alright first off sorry this took so long i got a job lol

A large part of his character is the fact that he used to be a clown, so I took a bit of two face in this design and accentuated the scarring on the left side of his face. I decided to give him the circular cheek bits to allude to the clown as well as ruffling his collar under the clothes. He’s the most complex design of the IMP so far, aside from Loona’s multiple spots, so i tried to keep the colors simple but distinct from M&M. I took the spikes and put them on his clothes – as in he puts on thorns to keep people away. I think a pink tone suits his more lusty character. 

Now as for his character... I'll be honest I struggled with him for a bit. I wasn’t entirely sure where I wanted his character to go or how serious this rewrite would take the drama Viv wants to write. I adore writing deep characters, so I suppose I’m going to have to take The Office’s approach of being a comedy with moving parts. There are overarching plot lines in this version, that being Moxxie’s mafia ties coming back to haunt him, Blitzo’s past coming back to fuck him over in the form of everything about him, and Millie’s insecurities fucking her over when it counts. Maybe the series underlying theme is how running from your problems doesn’t work. Idk, because I also like the whole monster of the week type assassin gigs they do. I’ll make it work. 

So now, introducing the new and improved Blitzø! 

Blitzø is a mixed imp, his father being from Greed and his mother being from Lust. As such he’s a very poor mix of bad traits. He’s hypersexual (to the point of disturbing others), greedy as fuck (as he underpays Millie and Moxxie), is greatly attached to and possessive of those he likes (hence his smothering of Loona and stalking of M&M), and tends to think with his dick in most situations which get him into quite a few pickles (hehe pickle) 

Alright, so personality wise he is just about the same. He shits on others, is generally an ass and not very shy about it, but one thing I want to change is his delivery. This Blitzø is much more jovial about what he’s doing, putting on an act of being very charming and playful, even when he insults people. Ex, the line in the pilot when he mentions Moxxie crushing his dreams would include a very childish pout and a chuckle after. He plays the things he says off as jokes so it gives him an air of... idk like you don’t know when he’s ever being serious. 

He grew up in a circus in Greed along with his twin sister Barbie Wire (side note if Blitzo was my og creation he would have a pun/type name like Barbie does. Too tired to come up with one now, but mainly just because Barbie Wire is a much more creative name than fucking Blitzo) and his mother, who was dying day by day. His father was the ring leader and used his children as props to make money. Blitzo was a double act with Barbie Wire where they would do tricks on trained horses before Barbie started wanting to do trapeze and Blitzo was paired with Fizz instead to do acrobatics and tell jokes. 

Now since we don’t know what the fuck happened in Blitzo’s past (despite being on fucking season 2) I’m going to leave this bit open ended until Viv plays her cards then rewrite it into my story.  

So overall I’m not tweaking too much with Blitzo. Maybe instead of being a woobie who is like oh woe is me I suck he is just an overt asshole who sort of wants to be better but that’s too much work.  

His relationship with Stolas is a can of worms and I fucking hate worms. Alright, so we’re scrapping the childhood buddies thing, and going full force into what we all were shown in the pilot – this powerful demon is banging Blitzo in exchange for the Grimoire. Now real quick, why doesn’t Blitzo use Asmodean crystals? In this I'm making it so only lust demons can bond with crystals (bonding meaning only that demon can use them) and unbound crystals can’t leave Lust. So Blitzo would have to go to Lust and buy one, which is expensive as fuck and he was too broke at the time he struck the deal with Stolas. He’s planning on ditching Stolas as soon as he has enough cash to buy a crystal for IMP to use. 

So Stolas and Blitzo are both using each other, neither of them are like “omg I think he likes me”. Stolas wants sex to fuel his imp fetish and Blitzo wants the book. Blitzo has every intention of cutting this off as soon as he gets the crystal, and in his mind is only really indulging some rich brat demon. The issue comes when Blitzo finds himself actually liking Stolas – he likes the owl’s stupid spiels about literature and space and herbs, he likes that Stolas tells him helpful things with no prompting (like how certain herbs can treat injuries and things like that), and he finds himself liking Stolas’s company. Which is a big problem if he wants to cut the demon off, so he starts trying to get that in gear. This is also while being constantly reminded how unlovable he is and how he ruins everything he touches, but he’s conflicted because Stolas has started to treat him kindly and refer to him like an acquaintance rather than a sex toy. 

Any I'm tired af, going to bed. 

Oh, but before I go I just want to say that now that I’ve finished the IMP gang, I’m taking a minor break from reworking Helluva and will be posting some RWBY redesigns I’ve made because I fucking hate RWBY but at the same time it’s like my childhood. I’ll tag anything Rwby I'm doing as Rwby Rework if you’re interested, but don’t worry I’ll continue to do more viv/helluva/hazbin later this month! 

Thanks for reading <3