#It's all under the cut because its LONG and I didn't want people to have to scroll for ever lol

[explorevenus]

Steve fucking reader over the Family Video counter?

ahhhhh yes ,, i love a good opportunity to push steve to his limits, and reader for that matter hehehe ♥

thank u so so so much for ur patience btw, i know u requested this a while ago ,, i've just been a busy bee dealing w some personal things ;w;

nsfw (18+) - minors dni !!!

word count - 3.1k

tags/warnings - sub/brat!reader, daddy!steve, public sex, praise, pet names, fingering, unprotected p in v (obligatory don’t do it irl lol be safe out there y’all), creampie, u know the drill (aka i am nothing if not predictable)

my masterlist ♥

fic under the cut ,, thanks so much for reading and i hope u like it !! ♥

It wasn't incredibly often that you would find yourself desperate enough for Steve's attention to go bother him at work-- there's a time and place for everything, of course, and you knew that well, but...

Family Video was facing a pretty nasty understaffing issue since the school year started; a common, annual issue to be expected with jobs like this that tend to employ mostly teenagers over the summer. You can't say you didn't see it coming, but that didn't make you any less bitter about it considering that Steve's manager just expected him to pick up all those extra shifts now that he wasn't tethered to high school anymore. Perhaps it was your own mind hyperbolizing the situation, but for the past few weeks it truly felt like Steve wasn't home at all, and even when he was home, he was far too tired to play with you.

Now... that just wouldn't do, would it?

You pushed the door open with your two hands, stepping out of the chilly autumn air and into the video store with an audible ding of the bell just overhead, a bell that signaled to Steve and Robin that there was a new customer to attend to-- only you weren't really there to buy anything. It was less than an hour before close-- the orange sunset cast a cozy sherbet color over the shelves of tapes and the racks of popcorn and colorful candy, the same products that tinted the air with a certain sweet, theater-like aroma that followed your lover home every evening. It was an ambience that many people found comfort in, and certainly you used to as well, but not so much anymore. Now it only served to remind you of the very place that took so much of his time away from you.

Roused by the sound of the bell, Robin poked her head up from a book she was reading behind the counter, smiling as she greeted you casually, “Oh, hey, (Y/N)!”

“Hey, beautiful,” You greeted in return, forcing a half-smile through your frustration as you made yourself busy skimming this years selection of horror films. “Where’s Steve?”

Robin nodded her head towards the far right corner of the store, where you saw Steve walking some other girl through the romantic comedies. You felt a bit jealous, not because he was really doing anything wrong, and definitely not because you didn’t trust him, but because you were so truly starved for attention at this point that you would have given anything to be that girl right now... as pathetic as that might be, which you were fully cognizant of.

“Thanks,” You replied, sighing softly as you returned the tape you were eyeing to its rightful place.

You didn’t want to interrupt him while he was helping someone, so you chose to bide your time continuing to browse the new arrivals, but while you may have been looking at them, you weren’t really paying much attention. It was hard to think through the thick fog of need that had been building up inside you for so long, your thoughts racing through images of Steve at his finest, hot and sweating and moaning above you, gripping your hair like you’d disappear if he let go, whispering the filthiest shit in your ear while he drove into you--

“(Y/N)?” The warm, familiar sound of Steve’s voice cut through the static, and you looked up from the tape you were holding to see him right there in front of you. How long had he been standing there? “What’s up, babe? Robin said you were looking for me?” He asked innocently.

You weren’t really sure how to respond. Part of you wanted to just maul him where he stood, but you were right in front of a window, and even then you weren’t exactly alone right now. You shook your head as if you were shaking off your sinful thoughts, before gazing up at him with your widest, saddest puppy eyes. “Daddy, I miss you,” You whined quietly, clutching at that stupid fucking vest that he somehow managed to look good in. He flustered almost immediately, cheeks flushing with cherry color, which you took as both a sign of success, and as a sign to continue. “I-I miss you, a lot...”

He let out an unsure breath, resting a hand on your shoulder as he eyed Robin awkwardly-- she was deeply invested in her book, and presumably hadn’t heard a word. He turned back to you, speaking lowly, “Sweetheart, I’m working. Can’t you wait until I get home?”

You shook your head ‘no.’ “I’m sick of waiting,” You griped. “It’s been weeks, daddy, I want you now.”

After a quick dart of the eyes towards the counter, worrying over your volume, he reassured himself that Robin wasn’t paying attention before turning back to you with a rather patronizing scoff. “Now, huh? You sure about that?”

Suddenly shy by his tone, you frowned dramatically before burying yourself into his chest, nodding eagerly. “Can’t you take a break or something?” You spoke into his shirt. “Come on, Stevie, this place is working you to the bone...”

But he simply chuckled, patting your back. “No, honey, I can’t just ‘take a break’ half an hour before close. I’ve already had mine, and so has Robin.”

While his choice of words might have been a bit discouraging, you noted the mischief in his tone, the hint towards something more. Steve wasn’t really disagreeing with you, he just wanted you to beg for it.

Typical of him.

“Come on,” You groaned, tugging at his vest again, pulling back just enough to look up at him. “Can’t you figure something out, get off early today? Please?”

“Hmm... I don’t think so, baby. Lots of work to do around here, y’know?”

“Steve...”

“What?”

It was overtly obvious that he was being infuriating on purpose, and as you fumbled for a response you only found yourself red in the face-- he’d talked you into a wall. Steve loved doing that, evident in the way his grin widened.

But, tonight, you didn’t plan on giving up so easily.

Pulling back from him, you crossed your arms over your chest and knitted your eyebrows together, looking up at him with an expression of pure, unadulterated discontent. “Are you saying you’d rather be stuck here, selling VHS tapes and M&M’s to high school kids, instead of spending time with your girlfriend?” You sassed. Of course you knew it wasn’t true, but you also knew it’d get a reaction out of him.

And it did.

“That’s not fair, and you know it,” He was quick to rebut. “It’s not my fault you’re being a needy little fucking brat about it.”

You faked a gasp. “A needy little fucking brat?”

“Hey, watch your language,” Steve spoke lowly. “And your volume, please.”

You couldn’t help but smirk, taunting him right back, “Or what?”

To your surprise, Steve said nothing-- not to you, anyway. He took the tape you were holding right out of your hand, returning it to the shelf, before making his way over to Robin behind the counter. She hardly even noticed him at first, so absorbed by whatever she was reading that she almost flinched when he spoke up behind her. “Hey, Robin, you’ve got that thing with Vickie tonight, don’t you?” He asked.

Robin peeked up at him over the top of her book, brow raised in suspicion. “Yeah... why?”

“You should head out early, go get ready and whatnot. I can close up shop.”

Robin cast an unsure glance at you before turning back to look at him. “What about (Y/N)? I think she really misses you--”

“She agreed to stay and keep me company. Isn’t that right, (Y/N)?”

Now all eyes were on you. Suddenly you were nervous, and just as confused about his intentions as Robin was. Thinking it best to just play along, you nodded with a warm smile and said, “Y-Yeah, of course, you should go have fun, Buckley. God knows you’ve earned it.”

“Uh... okay. I’m gonna stop asking questions before you change your mind, I guess,” She shrugged, sliding a bookmark between the pages before grabbing her bike helmet out from beneath the counter. “See you lovebirds later.”

You said your farewells to her as she passed by you on her way to the door, leaving behind only you, Steve, and the elephant in the room with a parting ring of that bell. There was a beat of silence as you both watched her leave, and then you turned to look at Steve with curiosity. He was still behind the counter, perched up on his two hands, eyeing you with an expression you could barely read.

Finally, he said, “Well, are you gonna come over here, or are you just gonna stare?”

Face burning, you made your way over to him at the counter, leaning over the glass to give him a kiss, figuring you would just have to deal with some making out and heavy petting for now, until he was finished closing the store-- but, to your surprise, he leaned back just as you’d leaned in, his eyebrow raised at you like there was something you weren’t getting as you stared at him with your lips puckered.

“...What?” You asked, voice small, but tinted with annoyance.

“Behind the counter, sweetheart,” Steve clarified. “C’mon.”

Odd. You followed his direction, joining him where he stood, but you were hardly given a chance to inquire further as he grabbed you at the waist, turned you in his arms, and bent you over the counter. The breath fell from your lungs, causing you to let out a shocked squeak. The two of you were in the direct line of sight of anyone who might dare to walk through that door, the open sign threatening to invite exactly that scenario, and you were positioned to stare straight at it. This was quite purposeful on his end.

You swallowed thickly. “S-Steve, aren’t you at least going to lock the door?”

He chuckled into your hair, pinning your arms behind your back with one strong hand and flipping your skirt up with the other. “No,” He answered simply. “We’re still open. You’re the one who so desperately wanted to play now... I’m just giving you what you asked for.”

A textbook case of malicious compliance-- also rather typical of him.

Your words failed you as he drew two fingertips up the length of your soaked panties-- that, in and of itself, was irrefutable evidence of your arousal. “Already so wet for me,” Steve mused, finding your clit through the fabric with practiced ease and applying just enough pressure to keep you dumb and compliant. “You like this, don’t you? You like knowing that anyone could walk through that door and catch you getting fucked back into your place over this counter? That anyone and everyone could know just how naughty you’ve been today, and exactly what I plan on doing about that?”

Washing over with humiliation, you shook your head rapidly, but you could hardly stop yourself from pressing your hips back further into his touch. “D-Daddy, what if we get in trouble?”

“You’re already in trouble, honey,” He laughed, pushing aside your panties so that he could feel the full extent of your arousal. “You just let me worry about that, ‘kay?”

Jaw dropped in stunned pleasure, you could only nod, wiggling your hips closer to him again in a silent plea for him to get on with it. “So fucking needy,” He chuckled under his breath. “Just relax and let me take care of you, doll, alright?”

Again, you simply nodded, willing yourself to hold still as his fingers dipped inside you, but you should have known that he wanted to hear you say it.

With a quick, unexpected swat to your ass with his free hand, Steve encouraged you, “Use your words.”

Your eyes screwed shut-- your anxiety could hardly stand to watch the door any longer. “Okay, daddy,” You sighed softly, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. “I’ll be good.”

“Good,” He hummed, sliding deeply inside of you down to the knuckles. “That’s what I like to hear.”

He reached forward with his free hand to steady you by your hip as his thick fingers pumped in and out of you so slowly that you could tell he was just trying to toy with you, or, in his own words, to put you back into your place. A quiet, impatient groan fell from your lips as you tried as hard as you could to keep still for him, to satiate his demand. 

Lucky for you, Steve’s patience was already wearing just about as thin as yours-- his recent distance from you wasn’t easy for him, either, he was just better at hiding it. His ministrations continued only for a few minutes, just until he was confident that you were properly prepared to take him, and then he withdrew from you in a move that was sore for the both of you.

But it wouldn’t last long. Your eyes fluttered open in excitement at the sound of him fumbling with his belt. Obediently you chose not to move, gripping your own arms behind your back right where he’d placed them earlier, a nicety which he’d certainly taken note of with a soft praise of, “Good girl,” under his breath. His words alone brought another hot rush of wetness to your core.

He finally freed himself from the restriction of his jeans, dragging the weeping tip of his hardened cock up the length of you to wet himself with your arousal. The contact alone made you jump, eager for him to get on with it, but his own desire for you wouldn’t have you waiting for too long. In one smooth motion he gripped your hips again, sliding his engorged cock into your pussy with a low, satisfied growl.

You let out a whine, forehead dropping to the cool glass countertop beneath you as he buried himself inside you down to the hilt.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” He sighed, stilling inside you for a moment just to savor the feeling. “Got what you wanted now, hm?”

“Y-Yes, God yes...” You moaned, only wishing you could see his face. There were few better feelings in the world, if any, than being filled to the brim with the length of your lover. “Thank you, daddy...”

“You’re welcome, bunny,” He chuckled breathlessly at your manners as he began to rock into you, knuckles whitening as his grip on your hips strengthened, and he began to lose himself to the sensation of your slick cunt wrapped tightly around him. “Aren’t you lucky you caught me in a good mood today?”

You weren’t sure whether he expected a response from you or not, so you nodded anyway, still biting your lip as you hummed, “Mhm...”

“Fuck, you feel like a dream,” Steve grunted, the sound of skin on skin flooding your ears, the force of his hips rocking your softened body over the counter at a measured pace. “I’ve missed this, missed fucking you 'till you can't walk right, and feeling your heart beat around my cock..."

Jesus Christ. Your words failed you as you soaked up his praise, that fire in your core burning hotter and brighter by the second. It was fair to say you were a bit sensitive given the space between you two recently, but you wanted for nothing more than to last as long as you could, to bask in the feeling of his cock dragging over your quivering walls and bumping into your cervix. A thin sheet of sweat misted over your body, leaving you sticky and hot and uniquely uncomfortable in your clothes. You couldn’t bring yourself to care whether or not someone might walk in and catch you anymore-- everything fell together so blissfully. You could hardly think straight through the pleasure at this point.

Taking note of your weakness, and your distraction, Steve let a hand slide forward over your hip to toy with your clit, rubbing gentle, ghostly circles into your swollen jewel, making you cry out and let go of your own arms only to grip the edge of the countertop for stability. While he would usually call you out for disobeying his direction, he could hardly bring himself to care with the way his own head spun with pleasure-- he knew he was pushing you to your limit already, but selfishly, he reveled in the way you clenched around him in response to such stimulus. 

Steve bore his fingertips into your skin as he held you tightly to him, turning you in his hold so that you were now on your back, all without bothering to remove himself from you. Your chest heaved with a pathetic sob at the complete and utter sensitivity that occupied every inch of your inner workings, and the increasing difficulty of staving off an orgasm against his unforgiving treatment. He continued to bore deeply into you, hips snapping forward with relentless fervor as he chased his own end.

“Are you gonna cum for me, pretty baby?” He beamed down at you, cheeks flushed pink, his beautiful chestnut hair dampened with sweat. 

It took you a moment to gather the words through the thick fog of lust that had settled over your thoughts, but once you did, you wasted little time answering him. “Yes, daddy, please--”

Your speech was cut off as he reached between the two of you once again, two fingertips circling over your clit at an incredible pace, as if he was really trying to drag it out of you. The pace at which he thrusted into you was faltering, each snap of his hips slightly more sloppy and primal than the last, indicating his own looming finish. Your legs were already shaking, hooked behind his back like you’d just crumble to dust if you let go, and that coil deep within you tightened at an alarming rate. Your head fell back with a soft bump to the glass as you lost yourself to his ministrations.

Soon enough Steve buried himself as deeply inside of your dripping cunt as he could possibly manage, warmth flooding your core as his seed spilled out into you-- that feeling was the final nail in the coffin for you, and almost simultaneously, your own cum gushed out around his cock in waves. 

As you both fought to catch your breath, Steve pulled slowly out of you and watched with stars in his eyes as the mess you’d made seeped out of you and pooled on the glass. He let out a breathless laugh, teasing, “Now, you’re gonna clean that up, right?”

[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

Tbh I'm only separating these kids because I have so many notes on each of them and I don't want to make a post 100000 words long anyways here's my boy, details under the cut

Honestly, didn't change a ton about him, I just bumped his nerd level up a few notches. His original design gives off hipster vibes, and I just don't like that for him, so I pushed it to a soft academia look, similar for what I tried to do for Darling.

-Kept his big goofy glasses, apparently if he takes them off people start fainting (I don't remember if that's a book thing or where I got it but I love it, it makes him a romcom protagonist who has to let his hair down and put some eyeliner on and that's so funny to me), but also his eyes don't work the way they should, he can't comprehend what he's seeing without them.

-Added a pin to his bow to match Darlings, its my version of the crest for the primary Charming line, based off of the hair piece Darlings original design wears, and all the Charmings wear it. Including fancy wing cufflinks!

-Hes basically Daring but nerdier and lankier design-wise. Same hair, but brunette and disheveled, not quite styled right. I took his hipster scarf and made it a normal scarf of Daring's signature red to show how being compared to Daring constantly weighs on him. It also gives him something to fiddle with, and he can wrap it around his neck/face a bunch when he's nervous, which I thought would be a cute character detail

-Darling has more blue with yellow accents, Dexter has more yellow with blue accents. Equal and opposite

-He is Crowned Royalty but he also Wears Khakis

[babyzzz]

Hellooo my lovely <3

May I request a NSFW one-shot with Akaza obsessing over a powerful female demon slayer he has come across? We all know he won't fight women but maybe he's been watching her and he's absolutely obsessed with the thought of turning her into a demon so they can fight alongside each other forever. NSFW with Akaza dominating fem reader please :)

hiiii, finally I finished writting. Thank you for being kind and patient with me <3 So, like I said, this got longer than expected, but I tried at it! Hope you enjoy it <3 ah, she is in pillar rank here, hope you don't mind it.

summary: You're a strong and skilled pillar who almost knocks the head off the upper moon 3, and as a result, he becomes immensely obsessed with your skills and… with you. And he won't settle down until you become a demon and make you his.

warnings: dub-con (be cautious), shameless smut, slight masochism, slight (really slight) mention of gore, cunningulus, kind of dry humping, cum in face, kind of blowjob, and more... (sorry for the lots of "howevers")

Of all the memories you had of your mother, the most significant of them – the one that would make you grow up as a cautious person in all aspects of life – were the warnings about the evil that lurked in dark corners and waited for the right moment to attack. She used to say this, always accompanied by one: “The night is made for evil to reveal its true essence.” You didn't know if she just wanted to scare you or it was because she was too protective and always put your safety above anything else.

You never knew, you were only five when she was brutally murdered in broad daylight, contrary to everything she wanted to teach you.

Even though you grew up trying to legitimize all her beliefs, the night became your favorite time after that fateful tragic event. The first night you spent alone and sleepless – away from the pitying eyes of people who cursed your mother's name in life – you discovered that the darkness wasn't as scary as your mother told you, because it was peaceful and calm. Also smelled of dewy earth that penetrated through the cracks in the wood of your house – a detail that you never noticed during your happy and sunny days – and the only sound that cut through the emptiness of the night were the frogs in the lakes, the crickets crouching in the grass from your garden and owls perched on trees in the distance. They were sounds of life continuing its course, not the screams of people's terror and the blood in the throat, choking your mother to death.

However, you kept all the care that an immature and helpless child was capable of having. Perhaps what guaranteed you to survive during all the following years, was your smartness and skills that were emerging as adversity cornered you and you needed to act to escape all of them; like grown men hunting you like you were an animal to throw you into some brothel in the Red Light District because, according to them, you were kind of cute, maybe you brought them some reward, which sounded a red alert in your subconscious reminding you of your mother telling you that as long as she lived, you'd never know what it was like to be in that Red Light District, because that was the place where all the evil things were concentrated. Panic seized, you felt everything around you slowly move and your field of vision became strange, it was as if you could see all the vital points of your pursuers and become invisible to them, making you manage to escape to the forest unnoticed.

Such a skill was only perfected when you learned to focus deeply, and after that, your survival went from being just a hope to something definitive. You could go back to dreaming of a better future, like you did when you were a child and could hide under your mother's wings.

However, even if you dreamed of a good world to live in, you still weren't able to achieve it. Lonely and always living in the forest or by the lakes, you could only hunt and swim. Sometimes, unconsciously, you tried to meet death. You'd immerse yourself in the water and hold your breath until you felt your lungs burn, but from doing that so many times, you acquired another skill: being able to concentrate on your breath and being able to hold it for several minutes. You also liked to throw things, usually rocks, into the lake. With these hobbies, without you knowing it yet, you were already heading towards your good future that you dreamed of and also a prestigious title within a corporation that would make your mother immensely proud.

❅

When the day came when you would be faced with evil incarnate in the form of an indistinguishable being who smelled fresh blood and had a gleam of murderous intent in his eyes, you couldn't lift a finger. Paralyzed with fear, you just closed your eyes in a failed attempt not to see the moment it'd attack you. Before saying goodbye to your dreamed future, you asked your mother to come and save you.

You were saved, not by your mother, though. The guttural scream of that being after the one of a blade tearing the flesh made you open your eyes, making you come across a shocking scene at the very least: the creature cursing as it crumbled into dust, slowly revealing the silhouette of a young woman wielding a sword .

“Are you hurt?” she asked as soon as it had completely vanished into thin air. You answered a barely audible 'no'.

 “Why are you in this demon-infested forest alone? Where do you live?"

"Everywhere, I don't have a fixed place," you replied on automatic, still stunned.

She took your hand firmly but gently, and took you with her. However, you noticed that the scent of fresh blood had not passed, the murderous intent did, but the presence of the second demon was still so poignant that you felt your chest sink. The danger came from this demon, not the one killed by the girl. However, what intrigued you was that this demon didn't interfere, not at least at the time of the other's death, he simply snuck into a dark corner and waited for the other to die before turning around and leaving.

You didn't understand why he intended to murder that demon that was trying to get you. Maybe you should be grateful, but you just couldn't, not when his eyes gleamed with the same evil as the eyes of the man who killed your mother did.

You wished you never saw him again.

But you should have known that life wasn't so kind to you and would never give you that wish.

❅

"For someone who had a haughty posture and oozed arrogance, you look like a frightened kitten now," you said as the blade of your sword scraped the neck of the demon trying to defend himself from your offensive.

“I just wanted to know why those fucking Demon Slayers Corps sent a female pillar to this shitty weakling rescue,” he snapped to himself, using martial arts moves to try to get you to drop the sword.

“What do you have against women, demon?”

“…”

"Reply!" You were angry with him. Was he underestimating you? Why didn't he try to attack you and just dodge your blows?

The kanji in his eyes said he was 3rd in the rank of the 12 moons, meaning he was strong for a fucking lord, so what was the problem with him?

“Look, the sun is about to rise and I'm getting pissed off, so get that fucking sword off my neck. I don’t want to have to hurt you, pillar!” he was looking at you aggressively as you ran at full speed to try to cut his neck again.

Your one-sided fight was making you physically weaker, and although he showed no sign of exhaustion, you could tell from his blood flow that he was getting more tense as the minutes wore on. He was afraid of the sun and not of you.

Damn bastard. You'd make him regret having underestimated you.

But you didn't have time. He finally used an attacking blow against you, knocking you into a tree trunk. You gasped in pain, but you didn't have time to think straight as he was soon cornering you with his own body.

"Let me go!"

"I told you to back out of this fight, but you insisted and it really pissed me off," he spoke dangerously close to your face. His strong arms sported bulging veins, and his bared fangs looked like they were about to rip your flesh apart. You felt a shiver run through your entire body.

However, looking into his eyes, you didn't see that same intention. It wasn't murderous intent, it was just… desperation.

And you hesitated. He noticed your hesitation and took the opportunity to make you drop your sword on the ground.

In a fraction of a second, he walked away from you far enough away that you wouldn't attack him again. He was much faster than you.

“As a reward for this pointless battle, I must commend your skills. You really managed to make me worried, so I apologize for underestimating you at first. Although I don't have much time to ask your name, I ask you not to worry because the next time we meet, I will make you mine and we'll be companions in battle and we'll fight side by side forever.” And without saying anything else, he disappeared into the forest.

“Huh?”

❅

After the confrontation with the upper three, you started to feel watched. Everywhere you went the feeling of stares piercing your back became more and more intense. You even thought about the possibility of only training during the day.

It was too irritating for you to do things while you felt your every move being watched. If you were meditating on a rock, you weren't concentrating on your breath to get into a deep state of relaxation. If you went into the water to swim, you feared looking up to the surface and seeing those demonic eyes smirking at you, hoping you would drown. And if you wielded the sword, you always thought about the possibility of throwing it at a target in the woods and it would suddenly disappear, leaving you totally unarmed.

But most irritating of all, was the feeling of euphoria that having someone stalking you brought you. You knew exactly who was watching you. And you could no longer tell yourself that you just kept training at night, in the same place, purely because you liked the peace that this time brought. Because peace didn't exist anymore and you knew the reason was that you liked being watched by that demon.

It was no longer possible to strangle all the attraction you felt for him. The stupid words reverberated through your mind for days, leaving you angry, frustrated, and… aroused.

“I will make you mine.”

What the fuck did he mean by that? And why did you feel your heart racing every time you remembered him telling you that? And why did he get more and more attractive each time?

You were going crazy. Not just because you were attracted to evil, but because you liked the feeling it brought. Because boredom no longer existed in your life, only the feeling that you were really going crazy for wanting to have more of that feeling. And by that inconsequential desire, your actions were being guided and made you undress completely to enter the lake and with the little sense in your head, you closed your eyes before sliding your hand between your legs, and under moonlight and the demon's insistent watch, you touched yourself to orgasm.

❅

Regret came as soon as you sank into the hot tub. The warm water made you rethink your actions, but you knew it was too late. You saw your stalker really enjoyed the private spectacle you gave him, but he held back enough not to reveal himself.

Now, about the shelter of your home, you could understand the madness that was all, but you couldn't do anything else.

Despite your fear, you returned there the next night. You were hoping he'd appear to you at last – this time, you'd definitely rip his head off.

But, the demon that appeared wasn't him. It was an inferior, who pursued a man.

Too stunned, you didn't pick up the sword the moment you looked into that man's face.

Many years ago, when you were still a child, you saw that same face staring at your mother's dying body on the floor after he had thrust a dagger into her throat.

With your body all tense, you didn't stop the demon's attack.

"Help me..." the man asked you desperately. “I recognize your face… you grew up well… you are as beautiful as your mother…”

You felt anger to see him talking about your mother. He had taken her life and thrown you into the world to your own devices, while he lived his life normally after letting you die too many times to live. For that reason you were not moved by his screams as he was devoured by the demon, nor did you do your work until not a hair of your mother's murderer remained.

The moment your sword blade separated the demon's head from the body, you realized that your life was dedicated to seeing justice done.

And there was nothing left. Boredom would surely take over and your will to fight would have evaporated.

If it weren't for the existence of that demon that watched you in the dark.

In the days that followed, you still felt his presence. But unlike before, you just spent the whole time lying on the ground, not having the energy to train or go hunting demons. In fact, nothing else made sense. What kept you standing no longer existed, you felt empty. But the reason you came back to that place was still lurking in the woods, watching your every move, and that too was starting to irritate you.

Was he really a coward for only watching you from afar? Did he know you were willing to rip his head off? Well, you hoped so, because it was time to make evil appear.

With sword in hand, you raised the blade upwards, towards the sky, and with your total concentration, you calculated the exact distance from where you were and where he was hiding. Focusing your strength on your arm, you turned your wrist to the left and threw your sword, which cut through the wind at full speed until it hit a tree trunk, millimeters away from the demon's neck.

And the silence was broken by a giggle that turned into a loud laugh.

And finally, he came out of hiding, appearing to you.

“Ara, I missed the target”

"No. You hit the exact spot you calculated,” he replied with a smile lining his lips. His eyes looked brighter than usual.

“So, my mother was always right in saying that evil lurks in the dark to stalk its victim before attacking,” you said with false surprise in your voice.

"In fact, even more so when the victim serves the best entertainment. But, I don't remember attacking."

You wondered what entertainment he was referring to, but you chose to remain ignorant.

You looked at the tree trunk where your sword was stuck and calculated a route to get to it without being noticed by the demon, however, he seemed much smarter than you now.

“Do you want to take your sword and try to cut my neck like that fight we had? I feel like I'm afraid I have to thwart your plans now,” he said, approaching you dangerously.

Before you felt cornered, you dodged him and managed to grab the sword, and with it in hand, you pointed it at him.

"And I feel like you're going to need more than defensive attacks, because today I won't hesitate to turn you to dust, demon."

“You can call me Akaza.” He widened his smile. "But before you try to rip my head off, tell me your name too."

"It won't be necessary, you won't even have time to memorize it."

And then your body moved against his, which, as expected, only dodged the blow. But, you noticed that he didn't keep his distance, on the contrary, he seemed inclined to stay close to you.

"Looks like you're braver today..." you made the remark as you saw him leaning sideways, back and forth, from the blade.

“I just studied my opponent too much and discovered her weak point. Today I'll fulfill my promise.”

And you felt your body tense and your hands start to sweat. Shit, you had to learn not to fall into his traps and with sweaty hands it would be hard to keep your sword steady.

“Are you bluffing?” you asked, not showing apprehension.

"Why would I be? You know, it's been several weeks hiding behind trees or bushes reading your every move, seeing every demon you've killed and memorizing your techniques. You are quite skilled, pillar, and it really turned me on.” And he dodged to the left of your sword that cut accurately through the void. Now he was really close to you. "Oh, I saw something really interesting too... as well as being skillful and powerful, you're also capable of being a fucking tease." And by his sly smile along with a not-so-discreet look at your body, you knew exactly what he was referring to.

“Shut up,” you huffed, stepping back as he took steps forward.

"Why? Was it not for me that you did that?”

"No."

"No? So why did you look at the exact spot I was hiding and smile?”

He was getting closer and closer to you, leaving you disconcerted to feel his warm body so close to yours.

“Tsk. Shut up and let me cut your head off already,” you snapped, swinging your sword in the air to place it at his neck.

“You're not even giving your all in this fight. It's kind of frustrating to know that you're not using your truly powerful abilities. You Just look like a rookie demon slayer.” With a sigh, he rushed to your side and finally cornered you in a tree. “Now we are in the same position as we were at that time. It's your last chance,” he warned, looking you straight in the eye.

With no escape, your nerves on edge, your heart pounding in your pulse, you brought the sword to the side of his neck, placing the blade there.

But your vision only focused on his defiant eyes that didn't let go of yours. And before you could make another move, you felt your left knee bent in the blink of an eye and your body was thrown to the ground, causing your sword to fall away from you.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You asked as soon as you felt his body land on yours, trapping you there.

“You know, I wonder why you're so distracted. Was it after you let that human be eaten alive that you lost all your will to fight?” Now he was holding both of your hands above your head. And you saw him lean towards you, afraid he was going to kiss you, you turned your face to the side before you felt his lips sticking to your ear. “Or is it because your strength only works over long distances? You're afraid of hand-to-hand combat because you don't have enough physical strength to deal with a demon of my rank." He didn't ask, he just pointed out.

You swallowed hard and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but you knew it was useless and he was completely right.

You fell right into his trap. He never revealed his demonic techniques, only used self-defense techniques, preventing you from knowing how he fought seriously and along with his studies of your skills, he left you at an almost cowardly disadvantage.

“Get off of me.” You struggled under his body, unintentionally, spreading causing him to fit between them.

And the result of that was already starting to grow inside his pants.

"Why? It's so much better to see your face up close like this and feel your warm body under mine." He laughed and it made you feel your face burn.

“Stop being cheeky!”

"Sorry, but it's impossible for me not to be while I'm between your legs."

You tried to push his body with your own, causing more friction between you and making you feel his erection.

"Yeah, keep doing this to get me off you." He licked his lip and weighed more against yours, making you groan in annoyance. “And moans more often like that too.”

You were silent and still.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked out of nowhere, making you stare at him dumbfounded.

"Why do you want to know that?!"

“I need to know if I'm going to need to be careful when I fuck you,” he replied like it was no big deal.

"Are you crazy?"

"A little. But so, are you a virgin or not?”

“I refuse to answer that!”

“Just answer yes or no, what a bore,” he sighed wearily.

"You won't need this information because nothing like you want will happen!"

And you started to shake again to get him off you, but you no longer had the strength to get rid of him, and your body reacted against your will.

Though that frantic friction of his bulge against your covered crotch warmed you from the inside out and filled your mind with the most reckless and sinful thoughts, you feared. You were afraid; no, you were terrified. Seeing that you wouldn't do what he asked, he himself started moving on you, generating all this tension in your subconscious. The first time he pinned you against the trunk of that tree there wasn't a glint of malice in his eyes, it was just desperation to flee death, but now it was different. His heavy body moved over yours, your intimacies locked together, his breath ragged, it was the prelude to what would come next. And you feared that it would really happen regardless of your will.

However, what paralyzed you was the feeling you repressed surfacing with each passing second. You intended to give him everything he wanted.

You already felt your juices leaking without discretion from your folds and the moans of pleasure were shamefully made up by those of discomfort. That was how you tried to deal with the forbidden attraction you felt for the darkness that surrounded that demon's existence.

"Why are you acting like a prude now? Are you that hard to catch? I know you want it as much as I do. I've seen how much you want it and you knew I was seeing it," he said with his lips a few millimeters away from yours, you were able to feel his breath. And he yours.

"Get the fuck off of me," you spoke in a thin voice, trying to break free from his grip, but with the heave of your body, the friction between you increased and your uniform rose, leaving your thighs beautifully exposed.

"You won't be able to get rid of me, you know that. You're skillful wielding a sword, but without it, you're just a frail human fighting the inhuman strength of a demon," he said, showing his sharp fangs in a malicious smile. "You don't really want me or are you just afraid of enjoying being fucked really good by a being you have an obligation to kill?"

You turned your face to the side, and your field of vision was taken over by the bush in which he was hiding to watch you. And in your mind all the memories of that damn time when you undressed before his eyes and touched yourself to orgasm. And that's what he was talking about.

"I didn't say you could look the other way, pillar. You don't even know how to be honest with your own feelings and you want to rid the world of our evil?" He teased you as he slid the tip of his nose down your neck until he almost reached the valley between your breasts. From the way he breathed in, you knew he was smelling you and it chilled you and made you involuntarily spread your legs wider and let him fit even more between your thighs. Consequently, you felt his erection better against your intimacy.

And he sighed and cursed.

Your wrists were already burning from the grip of his hands, and you'd already given up trying to free them, because the more you pulled on your arms, the harder he squeezed and it hurt like hell.

"Why are you so interested in me?" Perhaps, in your naivety, one conversation would be enough to bring him back to consciousness and then set you free.

"Because you're strong. And..." he lifted his own torso, still keeping your wrists firmly against the cold floor with his hands, to look down at your body, as if sizing you up, "...fucking hot. " And he licked his lips as his gaze shifted to your spread legs, one on either side of his waist. "I'm going to be good for you. I really don't want to hurt you," he said as he went back to laying his torso against your chest. He was heavy and almost made you gasp with all that pressure on your weak human body.

'I'll be good for you.' Those words reverberated in your mind making you wonder what he was talking about. You weren't a virgin, but you didn't know much about sex because your dead husband only cared about his own pleasure. And the sex were so fast that you felt almost nothing but the uncomfortable burning inside you, but with this demon, who carried the blame for many tears and innocent deaths on his back, everything seemed so intense that it suffocated you. The way he looked at you, touched you and even persuaded you was fuel for dirty thoughts to occupy your mind and an almost suffocating pleasure to intoxicate your senses. He hadn't done anything that significant, but just feeling him so hard with lust was enough to make you feel good… unintentionally, he was already being good to you.

And before you could do anything stupid, you tried one more time to get rid of him. With a force that you had taken from your common sense, you managed to escape through the sides of his body, still with your wrists tied to the ground, you twisted your body and with your knee bent, you hit a knee in his stomach, which only closed the eyes and made a pained expression.

"Do you still have strength? How strong can you be, pillar?" he broke into a satisfied smile once the kick wore off. "And say your name, I don't like to call strong people 'pillar', you deserve to be addressed by name," he said with a certain regret in his voice.

"It doesn't matter what my name is, just let me go!" you were already panting with anger and exhaustion.

"I won't let you go until you've spelled out why you teased me like that."

Deftly, he trapped your leg between his thighs, mobilizing you almost completely. Dammit, why did he have to be so strong?

"Who said I intended to tease you, you deluded demon?" lucky for you, your voice came out aggressive enough to mask the lie.

"It wasn't? Then why did you smile at me after you came?"  He arched his brow and released one of his hands from your wrists to massage your exposed thigh.  And you froze from the touch of the callused hand on your sensitive skin.  "For a woman who deny to death that she want to fuck me, you get goosebumps too easily..." he said provocatively, running his finger over your skin until he reached almost between your legs.

The position you were in was uncomfortable and it was hurting you.  With half of your body lying on the floor and the other half twisted – with your thigh trapped between his legs – you could already feel your spine burning and it was starting to really freak you out.

 "Let me go... it hurts..." you complained with a whimpering voice.

He looked right at you, taking in every feature of your face.

"I only let go if you let me touch you or touch me," he said at last.

You shivered, took a deep breath, smelling the earth beneath you, and exhaled with the same intensity.

"You really aren't going to leave me, are you?"  you were already dismayed.

"No," he smiled and squeezed your thigh.

"I let you touch me..." you said so quietly you thought he hadn't heard you.  Deep down you hoped he had.

But you wouldn't admit that you wanted him to pleasure you.

Akaza's eyes gleamed and he felt his cock tug inside his pants in anticipation.

"Once I let you go, you can't go back," he said menacingly, looking you straight in the eye.

"I will not."  You bit your bottom lip in apprehension.

He kept his gaze fixed on yours and then let go of your hands.  You felt the place numb and knew that it'd take some time for the blood to circulate normally again.

Without you realizing it, you were under his body again.  His arms gripping your thighs tightly and forcing them to encircle his waist, you just let him do what he intended. The palms of his hands against the bare skin of your legs sent a wave of pleasure deep inside you and the way he moved his hips against yours, simulating penetration, making your sexes rub with agony against each other made you move your own hips to keep pace with him.

He was silent. Observer. Looking at you from above, you followed his gaze as he scoured every part of your body. You weren't able to see him clearly, but your heightened senses told you how much he planned to make you beg him. His frustration was so much that he wouldn't be satisfied with just touching you, he wanted so much more than you were willing to offer, and that was too dangerous.

But also stimulating. You felt like you were going crazy along with him, because his every move was a trigger in you, killing your common sense.

He finally stopped moving over you but went to start undressing you. You broke into a cold sweat, but you could no longer try to stop it. So you used all your energy to massage your still aching wrists as you felt his fingers nimbly unbuttoning each button on your uniform. The night wind made your skin tingle and your exposed nipples ache, but soon his lips welcomed one of them into his warm mouth and another by his hand that was squeezing your breast, making you gasp.

"You said you were only going to touch me..." you argued softly, breathing in and out, making your chest rise and fall and your breasts even more in contact with his tongue and palm.

He ignored you and continued to pay attention to your breasts, sometimes sucking hard, sometimes pinching your nipples or simply sucking the skin around them to leave marks there.

When he played with your breasts enough, he released one of them with an audible 'pop' and kissed down your belly until he reached where the uniform still covered. Quickly, he undid all the buttons and left you only in your underwear.  He didn't take it off right away, he just held your thighs and made you stand with your legs bent, wide apart. He took one look at you in that position, although his face was serious, his eyes betrayed how much he was enjoying that image.

And then he made the same path of his lips, but with his fingers until he reached your entrance, under the fabric.

"Did you really dare say no to me while you were wet like this?"

His eyes locked with yours, dangerously bright. Leaning his torso and with his face close there, he finally took off your panties and ran the tip of his tongue along the entire length of your dripping entrance. You saw the moment he clenched his jaw and forced air into his lungs, he looked like he had just experienced the best thing in the world. He didn't say anything, and slightly turned his face to the side, and kissed the inside of one of your thighs before taking a painful bite there, which made you scream and grab his hair. You felt a teasing giggle coming from him at the breeze that had escaped his nostrils.

Damn demon.

And without warning, he returned his attention to your pussy, where he gave a generous lick there, stopping at your clit, trapping it between his lips and sucking carelessly, making you shudder and cringe and your hands fly to his hair, pulling them hard.

He didn't seem very patient in stimulating you with his lips, he looked hungry. It was as if by sucking you he regained all your strength and that only made you roll your eyes and get restless in the place where you were lying.  Your hands didn't know where they were, sometimes in his hair and sometimes closing against the ground, picking up some grass and dirt.

"I'm close..." you moaned desperately, trying to get rid of him, but he hugged your waist and kept you there, penetrating you with his tongue or sucking your clit until you came noisily, while scratching his shoulders with force.

When he finally let go of your waist and took his face between your legs, you weren't thinking straight. You could feel the sweat running down the sides of your forehead, neck and in the creases of your knees, while your body was still shaking.

“I'd spend eternity eating that delicious cunt,” he said, while he ran his fingers over his lips, wet from your fluids.

Not caring if you were panting, he pressed his mouth to yours.  His lips molded perfectly to yours and his tongue explored every corner of your mouth, making you feel your own taste. In contrast to the painful grip of his hands on your thighs, which he'd returned to forcefully entwined around his waist, the kiss was gentle.  Affectionate even. And, little by little, all your barriers being totally broken down, you started to respond. First it was a longer sigh of satisfaction as you touched your own tongue to his and then a shy groan as you felt his teeth catch on your lip and bite down carelessly, drawing a complaint from you. But you didn't pay as much attention to the pain it caused, as there were so many sensations he was arousing in you that the task of staying neutral under his touches became increasingly difficult.  He had watched you long enough to read even what was hidden in you.

When he ended the kiss, he stood up and looked at you for a few moments before starting to undress too. You felt the shame take over you, but you didn't look away when his dick popped out of his pants, big and thick, making you afraid of when it was inside you.

"Keep your legs wide apart like this," he ordered. You felt the shame take over you, but seeing him looking at you with such desire, while his hand made quick and short movements on his own dick, which shone with pre-cum, your horniness also increased and disinhibited all your shyness, making you show off for him. He ran his tongue over his lip as he looked directly at your pulsing pussy and the sounds of him stroking himself were an addition to set you on fire inside.

He was too attractive. Almost ethereal. And seeing him in all his glory made you sick with the desire to have him inside you, to feel his dick tearing you apart. You were so needy that you felt like getting down on your knees to beg him.

But now he was the one who wanted to tease you. He was using only the tips of his fingers on his cock, working his way along the veiny length until he reached the dripping tip, where he held it with his index finger and thumb and cupped it in the palm of his hand, making circular motions.

"You like what you're seeing, don't you?"  the voice loaded with malice and vanity made you sigh. "You're so craving my cock that it takes no effort to spread those legs and show that wet, delicious pussy to me." And a few more movements later, he returned to the starting position, on top of your body.

He didn't lie fully on top of you, he kept his torso slightly raised, allowing you to see his hard and heavy cock almost touching your entrance, making you anxious to finally have him inside you.

But he wanted to torture you some more.

He slid lazily over your body, only for his cock to temptingly graze your pussy, making you whimper.

"So needy... Now I get it... is that what you were afraid of? Did you deny it because you didn't want me to know you were a cockslut?" His face was millimeters from yours, and he ran his mouth over yours, licking your bottom lip. "A lovely liar, I would say."

You welcomed his tongue into your mouth as he forced it against your lips. The kiss was now greedy and you no longer felt your own taste on his tongue every time it touched yours. It was soft and agile, sometimes it curled up on yours and then escaped to walk all over your lips and when their mouths parted, he kissed your chin and went towards your neck and you only knew how to mutter disconnected words every jolt your body gave every time you felt the tip of his cock grazing your clitoris. Until you felt him heavily on you, resting one of his hands on your shoulder but realized that it was just for him to hold his cock to finally rub twice over your clit that ached with agony for attention.  You gasped and screamed in pain when you felt him bite your neck at the same time he was slapping his cock three times over your entrance and with just one thrust, he sank himself inside you and growling along with you.

"So fucking warm, sweetheart. You feel so good squeezing my cock," he practically growled in your ear.

You moaned at the burning sensation his cock caused as he entered you, and you hadn't even told him if you were a virgin or not. "Oh, I actually forgot to ask you again if you were a virgin, my bad," as if he'd read your thoughts, he said, stopping to move.

“I'm not…” you replied greedily.

"Excellent.  Tell me, how many men have you had sex with?”  He slowly thrust himself back into you, going deep into you as he ran his hands down your thighs.

"What?! What makes you think I've had sex with more than one man?” You were truly offended. "I was married!"

He took a good look at your face and ran his tongue over his own lip.

“What happened to your husband?”  And he slid his hands around your waist, lifting your torso a little so he could hold your breasts.

“Don't you think this is a bad time to talk about these thing- oh, fuck, yes…” You rolled your eyes as you felt him thrust hard into a very sensitive spot in you.

“Indeed, but it doesn't matter anyway, I'm the one fucking that pussy right now,” he said smiling, taking your nipples and twisting them between his fingers, making you gasp.

“You should know when to shut up,” you snapped on a gasp, feeling him withdraw from you.

He released one of your breasts to hold his own cock and rub it on your clit. With the friction of the tip wet by pre-cum and your wetness, you felt your body heat up. And before you could even feel the orgasm, he'd slammed back into you in one strong thrust, making you jerk and moan loudly.

After a few more thrusts, he came out of you again.

"Let's change positions, I want to see you riding me," he said, already taking you around the waist and sitting down and making you sit on his lap.

In that position, you wouldn't see him going in and out of you, but you would see him looking at your body, which made you anxious.

"Put my cock inside your pussy again, pillar," he ordered, placing kisses on your neck, forcing your hips up, causing his cock to rub against your belly. "Don't be afraid to hold my dick, it really likes you." And he ended with a crooked smile, making you arch your eyebrow.

Reluctantly, you took hold of the thick base of his cock and lifted a little to position it at your entrance and with a groan of pleasure, you descended, feeling him in every corner of your insides.

He also grunted and squeezed your waist, making you start moving.  As horny as you felt, it didn't take long for you to start moving your hips slowly on his member, drawing from him and you gasps and moans of delight.

"As I thought, you are graceful even when you dance on my dick." He moved his hands up your neck and down to your breasts until he reached your waist. "Don't stop, keep going at that pace."

Then he tipped his body backwards, laying his back on the floor, just looking at you from above.  His cock in and out of your pussy and your tits bouncing as you moaned and rolled your eyes from loving riding him so much was definitely his favorite thing from then on.

"While I'm doing all the work, you're just chilling," you said breathlessly, feeling the sweat trickle down your skin, noticing that Akaza had his hands behind his head, watching you twerking on him.

"But the view is so beautiful..." he licked his lip and took his hands from behind his neck and brought them to your breasts where he squeezed at the same time that he launched his hips up, making his cock hit deep in you, making you roll your eyes and see stars.

"Oh, fuck…" you whimpered.

As soon as he let go of your breasts, he put his right hand on your chest and pushed you back slightly, you only held on to his arms when he lifted his torso and leaned over yours to put you under his body. Half of your legs were suspended in the air, with your ass in his lap, as he held you firmly by the waist and hit you hard. His cock was going so deep into you that you couldn't even make a sound, you could only hear his balls slamming hard against your ass.

 "Hold on to me," he demanded, stopping his movements, still connected to you.

You did what he said and then you felt yourself lying flat on the floor. He grabbed both of your calves and placed them on either side of his shoulders, making his entire length hit an unknown spot on you. It hurt like hell and the pain got worse as he pounded deeply.

 "It hurts... This position hurts," you complained softly, your voice shanking with annoyance.

He stopped and stared at your face, still with his hands firmly on your waist.

"How boring was sex with your husband?" he asked genuinely in disbelief. You didn't like that and you refused to answer, but you knew he would make you talk. "I asked you a question, girl." He pushed himself inside you and squeezed your waist with an inordinate force, making you gasp in pain.

"We didn't innovate in the positions..." you replied at the time, brokenly.

"Hmm... and what was your sex like?"

"Hey, I'm not going to answer that!"  You were stunned by his cockiness.

"I'm just curious."  He shrugged and brought his hands up to your thighs, which were partially resting on his chest. "What was it like? You better answer..."

You grumbled.

"He would just lift the hem of my nightgown up to my belly, take off my panties and penetrate me until he came," you replied, feeling stupid.

Akaza arched an eyebrow.

"Even having such a feast served at home, he didn't even have the decency to taste it properly? What kind of loser did you get to be your husband?"

His rude words awakened your anger and without thinking twice, you slapped his face.

Realizing what you'd just done, you braced yourself for retaliation, but it didn't come, because all that happened was he heaved a sigh.

"Is it a weak slap like that you want to save that asshole's honor? Put more strength in that little hand, make my obsession with your strength assert," he said in an almost affectionate way.

And you slapped him again, a little harder.

"Harder."

And yet another slapping sound was heard.

"Weak human. That's why you weren't so well eaten-" and his sentence was left unfinished as his face fell to the side with the hard slap that hit the left side of his cheek.

There were a few seconds of silence. You watched his reaction, which didn't come right away. He remained with his face down, in the same position your slap had placed, and only then did you notice a trickle of blood running at the corner of his lip.

And he looked at you.

His eyes glittering dangerously and a macabre smile lining his bleeding lips.

Without saying anything, he took your legs from his shoulders to wrap them around his waist.  Three strong, deep thrusts made your body jerk and the groan strangled in your throat in surprise.

One of his hands went to the back of your neck where he gripped your hair tightly and made you lift your head to face him.

"You are my best girl," he said before taking your lips in an aggressive kiss.

The thrusts were strong and deep, your tits swaying painfully with the aggressive rhythm of your bodies. The skin on your waist that was in contact with his hand was already burning from the grip.

It was so intense that you felt as if millions of little fireworks burst in your chest, intoxicating your senses and leaving you only muttering unintelligible things, showing him how good you were feeling.

He no longer measured the volume of his own moans or held back the expletives that escaped. Your pussy crushing his cock was just ammunition for his hips to move with more speed and firmness next to yours.

The erotic dance only came to an end when he grew more inside you and you felt him stretching you more and giving you errant thrusts, no longer taking care not to hurt you.  You wanted to complain, but the pain mixed with that avalanche of sensation just made you want him to fuck you like that forever.

And then everything calmed down. It came out of you, leaving you feeling empty. You almost swore at him, but he put two fingers over your mouth and without thinking or receiving orders, you welcomed them into your mouth, sucking hard, looking straight into his bright eyes.

With his free hand, he was jerking off his cock, making a wet noise that was pleasant to hear.  And then he took his fingers from your mouth cavity just to bring his groin closer to your body so he got up and lifted your torso by your hair, still without stopping masturbating himself, he put the wet tip of his cock on your lips, silently demanding you to open your mouth and you obeyed without blinking, feeling his taste mixed with yours on your tongue.

But contrary to what you thought, he didn't try to shove himself fully into your mouth, he just rubbed the tip over your tongue and forced it into your cheeks, making you feel your skin tighten.

You noticed the moment his moans became grunts and his whole body shuddered and he took the wet cock of pre-cum and saliva from your mouth, without stopping with the strokes and without letting go of your hair, to then release the jets of cum against your face and neck. You just closed your eyes and let your own digits work over your pulsating clit in an attempt to cum along with him. Your orgasm arrived soon after, before his eyes. He was still affected by his release, but he still held your cum-stained face and stuck his thumb inside your mouth, which was bitten hard as you came. He smiled and pulled you by the arm so that you got up and leaned on him.

"Will you be my mine and let me turn you into a demon so we can fight forever by each other's side?" he asked as he had you sitting sideways on one of his thighs, keeping your legs apart to massage your thighs, right next to your entrance numb from frantic fucking.

"Do you still have that in your head?"  your voice is broken.

"Of course. Now you have nothing left to lose. You said you don't have a husband anymore, you let a human be devoured by a demon and took pleasure in it, and now you let an even worse demon fuck you. Or is there something more in your worthless human life?"

You knew he was right.  But a part of you still wanted to honor your mother's memory and her effort to protect you from evil.

However, while you made Akaza lie on the floor again and put your cunt in his mouth, you closed your eyes to ask your mother's forgiveness for having given in to evil, because you knew that this evil did not only inhabit the darkness, it also always has been inside you.

a/n: considere reblogging it, cause it helps a lot! <3

[dr4kenlvr]

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

ft. ran haitani, baji keisuke, hanma shuji, shinichiro sano, draken x gn!reader- fluff (1.0k+)

nana's note: been obsessed with isabel larosa's "i'm yours" and had writers block until i heard it for the first time so please take this and THANK YOU MISS LAROSA!!! happy november everyone!! ^^

warnings: use of "pretty" in ran's, reader smokes in hanma's, super vague religious talk in hanma's, shinichiro's is LOWKEY suggestive LMAOOO, also this shit is not proof red im sorry

"i know that you love me. darling, you don't have to say it."

ran's hands grazed against your waist with a touch you could almost call ghostly. his fingers glided themselves across the expanse of your skin before he treads ahead of you in the busy streets of roppongi. tonight, he promised to take you out for some fun after his gang's business. and as everybody else was too preoccupied with their own business, you were the only one notice the smug smile he wore as he turned around. "you comin'?" he calls out, laughing as he reached for your hand. "wouldn't want to leave a pretty thing like you behind, ah?" his fingers interlocked with yours, following a familiar warmth engulfing the two of you. you gaze up at the man, a certain admiration evident in your eyes at the feeling of him so close to you. his presence spoke volumes to you, and his actions tenfold. you suppose the word "love" didn't need to be spoken out loud to be felt.

more under the cut! ;)

"nervous trip over my words, you're so pretty, it hurts."

baji's arms flexed under his white tee as he tied his hair back. blunt nails raked back the raven strands that splayed over his face during the day, and you flush at the thought of you being one of the only people to see him so late in the evening. the dull lamp light illuminates his face in a light you found oddly heavenly—but you supposed that was because it was baji who was in focus. you watch as he expertly knots the tie over and around to secure his locks. you let yourself fall mesmerized with his angular features, now rid of any distracting hairs, and decide: baji keisuke was so, so pretty. his brown eyes glance at you, "what's up? something on m'face?" your eyes dart to his, already feeling a palpitation in your chest faintly ached. "n-nothing! you just, look good.. is all." you smile, and baji hopes you miss the way his exposed ears flush at your words.

"i need something more, i pray to the lord, that baby i'm yours."

in no reality, would hanma shuji consider himself a man of god—his vicious behaviour and callous tactics were borderline sadistic to most. he tells himself this, as hanma questions why he finds himself imploring on a higher being in this very moment: you're looking at him like he's the only person on this planet, as you sit far too close to be labelled as simply "friends". your hands rest against his thigh, as you lean forward on the cramped seat of his bike. his hand, inked with the kanji of sin travels up your back, unconsciously pulling you even closer. you breathe out, so close that hanma can feel it on his neck. his other hand lifts with a cigarette, as he takes a long drag before casually blowing the smoke out. hanma doesn't let his nonchalant facade falter—not even when you gesture for his cigarette, silently telling him to put it in your mouth. and when you inhale and exhale directly onto him with a lazy grin, hanma begs to any and every lord that one day, he'll be yours.

"is it too late to see you? i love the view of your headlights."

you chew your lip as you glance at the time: 11:27 PM, the fluttering bang of your chest becoming louder in your ears. you take a deep breath, 'calm down, it's only shinichiro'. suddenly, a set of lights turn the corner of your street. its lights were bright enough to make you squint, before your eyes settled on shinichiro's dark orbs through his lightly tinted windows. you grin shamelessly as he reaches over to unlock the door for you, smiling warmly when you enter his car and shut the door. the two of you converse like you always do, plain old conversation and laughter bounced around as easy as ever. but the growing presence of his hand inching towards your's was far too overwhelming. you stare at him, his eyes are focused on the road—but his fingers danced their way across, faintly grazing the skin of your knuckle. your breath hitches, before you turn your palm up and interlock your fingers with his. there's a red light, and his car halts to a smooth stop,—"...shinichiro?" he turns to face you, engulfing your hand tightly. "yeah, darling?" "let's go home."

"we're getting closer, inches away. lose composure, favourite mistake."

draken wipes off his sweat and grime from a day's hard work with his cloth, before drying his hands off and standing up. "ah fuck, that hunch is gonna kill me one day." he groans, stretching his arms up and over his head. you laugh, sitting off to the side of the shop as you await him to finish up. draken had promised to take you home tonight, and wouldn't let you choose otherwise because it had gotten late. "oh! ken," you stand up and jog over to him, "you missed a spot, silly." he shoots you a confused look—before you gesture to his temple with a smirk. "you've got some dirt left on your head, lemme clean it for ya'" grabbing his towel, you lean up to diligently wipe away the residue, not realizing that you reduced the space between you two to practically zero. draken tilts his head, angling it to make things easier for you—but his eyes stay trained on your face. and when you move away, he places a large hand on your waist to stabilize you. "ken?" you gape up at him, your mind freezing and your body losing composure at the close contact. draken begins to lean in closer, his face now inches away from yours. and when you feel the soft mold of his lips against your own and the feel of his hands pushing you tightly against him, you're content with calling this your favourite mistake.

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[lokisprettygirl]

can you write a one shot about clumsy reader× Loki where the reader is clumsy and falls even if she is sitting or bumping into things and people or burning herself i want to see how loki will be protective torwod her (if you don't feel inspired to write this it's okay love your writing by the way ♥️)

Hii sorry it took me so long to write, I'm a clumsy person and currently own several cuts and bruises from several different things. However it can get so embarrassing at times. I hope you'll like this if you're still here, thank you I'm glad you enjoy my writing 🥰

Falling for you (Loki x Female Reader) (Fluffy fluff)

The first moment Loki laid his eyes upon you, he found you on the floor, on your knees, collecting a bunch of tangerines that you have dropped, one of them rolled so close to his feet so you crawled towards him and he was going to make a dirty remark like he usually did in a woman's presence but then you looked up and those soft eyes melted him. Just a fleeting moment, so unimportant, he didn't even have time to grasp it carefully before the moment passed but deep down in his rigid icy heart he felt a little something. Later on he had an epiphany that he had fallen for you while you fell in front of him.

"Hiii ..sorry..I slipped..they mopped the floor I guess ..you know they should put those cone sign thingy that says wet floor..the one you know with the umm..the cone –" you followed his gaze and looked where he was looking, there it was, the slab that said "wet floor" in huge clear words "Alright I guess I'm blind then" you muttered under your breath as you felt mortified, you have heard of the tall brooding Asgardian that has joined the Avengers recently and you didn't think this is how your first meeting would go.

"Are you hurt darling?" His voice was so sultry and smooth, it immediately warranted you to look up at him again, he kept his eyes on yours as he lowered himself down slowly in a squatting position before he put one of the knees down on the floor, so graceful like a wild feline. Thankfully he didn't smell like one, he smelled like lillies.  You sat down on the floor as you felt a pain in your ankle, you were busy picking up those tangerines that the pain took its sweet time to register.

"Just my ankle..it's fine ..I'm getting late for work" he didn't listen to you, you weren't fine he could tell, he looked at you before he slipped the shoes off your right ankle and you squealed internally, thanking the lords for the self pedicure you have given yourself just two days ago. He took the sock off and grabbed your ankle to assess the injury. You had luck playing for you today.

"See how awful it looks?" Grimacing look appeared on your face as you looked at the swelling that was only getting worse.

But then you noticed the green shimmer washing over the injury and all of a sudden it was gone, the pain, the swelling, all of it was gone, it vanished, like magic. 

"Oh my god ..holy shit god..thank youuu so muchhh ..you have no idea how much I appreciate this..I cannot afford a leave right now..Robert would have killed Mee" 

He raised his brow as you blabbed mindlessly. Who was this Robert and why did he want to hurt this sweet little thing he wondered?

"Who is this Robert fellow that you speak of?" 

"My boss at the Cupid Cafe? It's on this floor only, I got the job last week.. honestly speaking..nepotism was involved because my mom and Robert went to school together..you see? My friends are so envious of me right now..man you won't believe, they ask me everyday if I saw an Avenger and to be fair I thought I'd faint when I saw Iron man last week..he's shorter in real life though..he looks so tall in pictures and my friend Sheila? She is such a big fan of yours.. would you like to sign something for her?" You finally stopped speaking and he smiled, showing off those pearly perfect teeth, so perfect that you could feel your surroundings lightening up in his presence. God of thunder who?

You wished you had not blabbed though, being clumsy wasn't the only flaw you had, you also had the nervous Verbal diarrhea..

He stood up and put his hand out for you like a gentleman so you grabbed it and he helped you stand up, he didn't let go of your hand though, the butterflies were raging inside you, he was so tall and handsome, you had to look up to even match his eye line.

"Ummm thank you mister Loki..I need to get back to work" you bent down to pick up the basket of tangerines, then you tried to get out of there as quickly as you could without embarassing yourself further, bad move, because you slipped again. Caution : Wet floor and wet panties.

 He shook his head in disbelief then he made it his mission to drop you to the Cafe safely before you'd trip again. No tangerines were harmed in the process.

Loki has never been the one to make friends or acquaintances for that matter but your uncoordinated personality and running mouth won him over, he visited the cafe frequently after that and he'd often watch you trip, drop things, fall down, burn your fingers off hot things, on number of occasions he witnessed you goofing up and the more he witnessed the innate talent you had to get yourself hurt the more protective he became of you.

He made sure no wet floors would ever be on your way ever again, if you were carrying heavy stuff he'd take it away from you right away. He'd heal every cuts, burn marks and bruises you carried on daily basis.

"How many folks you bumped into today my darling?" your cheeks flushed as he questioned you, it's been months since you have been working here and your friendship with him had grown steadily, you never wanted to get your hopes up or that it could ever be more, especially seeing the kind of women he hung around with.

"Just one.. and it wasn't my fault she was looking at her phone"

"Just one huh?" He smirked and you huffed before you rolled your eyes. His eyebrows raised in a questioning manner.

"Okay fine two" those brows didn't tame so you stopped lying to him. "Five.. happy?" He giggled as you said that, in the last few months especially in moments like these he wanted to grab you and kiss you, then he never wanted to let you go, what place could have been more safer for you then his own arms? But he didn't think you felt anything for him, sure he felt the care and concern you showered on him, but he didn't want to get his hopes up or have his heart broken or worse lose this precious friendship he had managed to not fuck up somehow.

"I'll fetch you tomorrow, yeah?" He asked you and you nodded.

He wanted to invite you to Thor's birthday party and as excited as you were you couldn't help but feel scared, a big lavish party like that would require you to look a certain way and you knew you'll have to confront your worst nightmare. The stilettos. You had never been able to walk comfortably in heels and you had tripped a countless times before so you decided to give up on them entirely but you couldn't go to an Avenger's party wearing flats or shoes right?

At the party Loki was around you all the time as if he was scared that you'll embarrass him, that's what you thought, you totally missed that he didn't care about it, he just wanted to keep you safe, he asked you to not put on something you felt uncomfortable in but you insisted.

"I have to attend this quick interviewing session, just enjoy the party and I will be back soon alright?" He told you so you nodded, you got a comfortable spot next to the bar as you sipped on your drink, your eyes fell upon Loki in the other corner of the room, the black suit he had on devastated you completely, so many sexy women were at this party and they all had their eyes on him, you felt saddened as you thought about one of them getting lucky tonight. 

"Ohhh look.. ain't that the girl that keeps messing up our drinks?" Sam commented, making Bucky and Natasha laugh. 

"Samuel, I'd suggest giving up on any games if you want to sleep tonight in your bed instead of the medical wing, my brother is extremely fond of lady y/n" Thor said to Sam, he knew of his brother's feelings regarding you and he didn't want any trouble.

"I'm not even going to do anything..she'll manage it herself.. watch..hey y/n? Hey?" Thor facepalmed as Sam called out for you, you smiled as you heard your name, someone wanted to talk to you? An Avenger wanted to talk to you?

"Come join us?" Natasha yelled and it made you even happier, they were on the other side of the lounge so you grabbed your drink and walked towards them, big mistake because your the stilletos made your ankle twist and you fell down horribly, the sound of the glass breaking brought all the attention towards you, your eyes teared up as you looked around, sounds of laughter erupted in the room. Your whole body felt still, your ears felt hot as the embarrassment drowned you, it was prom night all over again.

Loki stormed towards you quickly and he made you stand up, his eyes circled around the room and everyone got quiet all of a sudden, his searing gaze was enough to intimidate them. A few shards of broken glass had pierced your skin and it broke his heart, he felt even worse when he looked at you and your eyes were filled with tears 

"I'm sorry…I'm sorry loki..I ..I'll just go" his eyes teared up as you mumbled an apology to him. You tried to walk past him but he held your hand.

"Come with me please..please?" His voice was so soft and gentle, you knew that he'd never make fun of you when you felt this way, you nodded and he walked you out of the tower then he made you sit in the backseat of his car as he sat next to you. He used his charm to remove the shards and heal the cuts, you kept sobbing and he didn't know how to comfort you so he cupped your cheeks and leaned into you to kiss you, just a soft gentle peck but it stopped the crying. You looked at him shocked at the gesture, 

"Why did you do that?" You asked him confused, that's when you noticed that his eyes were teary too and that was the moment that gave you the courage to do what you did next.

"I'm sorry if you didn't want me to..I should have asked darling but I just–" before he could finish his words you kissed him this time. He pulled you on top of his lap as you kissed him deeply, your lips moved in the perfect rhythm and your heart soared more and more the longer you felt his lips on yours. It was perfect, it was better than any fantasy or dreams you have had of him in the past few days.

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you" 

"You could never embarrass me darling, I just abhor how it makes you feel" you looked down as he said that. You abhorred it too.

"I have always been..a little off balanced" you smiled to hide the pain and the embarrassment. You didn't do it on purpose, it wasn't a cute quirky girl trait as movies and books had made everyone believe, it was embarrassing to not have control on your body sometimes. 

"And that is absolutely alright..I find it quite endearing. I just don't want you to be hurt my sweet little thing" 

Or Maybe it was a cute quirky girl trait if God of Mischief found it endearing.

As embarrassing as the fall was, it brought you closer to him, after planning an actual date for tomorrow he conjured a pair of shoes for you and made you discard those abominating heels. He took you back to the party, hand in hand, he announced at the same party that you belonged to him now and if he would witness anyone making fun of his sweet little thing he'd rip their head off their neck then he'd carve out their eyes with his dagger to play chess with them. His words, not yours.

Drunken Thor revealed the conversation that had occurred among them before you tripped. 

Oh and Sam definitely didn't sleep in his bed that night.

[gracesimp]

hi! honestly, my first post and despite having tumblr for a while, I have no idea how to use it! xD

This is just something that's been on my mind. I haven't written in AGES, so it might feel awkward and unnatural and for that I apologise! Do I need to say anything else? I'm trying to think and mimic what I've seen but I'm useless at this lmao.

Happy reading? 😭

The other woman.

tenth doctor x reader.

"I love you."

The words flew into the air and floated for a few seconds, the weight from my shoulders disappearing completely. The three little words i had kept hidden for so long were now out in the open. I had never felt so secure yet so vulnerable in my life. Being chased by outerspace creatures would be more preferable to being stuck in the console room with a thick tension of regret and rejection growing in the air. But still, I felt free.

I looked up. Only because I knew I'd have to at some point. His eyebrows were scrunched together and his lips were downturned. His mind was racing; trying to think of soft ways to let me down.

I honestly didn't mind. I knew. I've always known.

I watch as his lips open and close repeatedly and I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear in a nervous gesture. When his eyes reach mine, I can't stop the smile growing on my lips as they soften. He returns the smile, sad, but could still pass as genuine. My legs move before my mind does, and I take a step forwards.

I used to watch his mouth a lot. That probably sounds weird but I just feel that everything about him is perfect. But his lips were art. The greatest of artists took their time to design those lips. So plump. So light. So pink. So pretty and perfectly sculptured for someone else's lips to mould together with them.

Just not mine.

Cutting him off as he makes an attempt to speak for the umpteenth time, I see his hand rested absently on the console and place mine delicately upon his.

"No, please. don't speak - whatever you're about to say I know. I really do. It's okay," I say. And it is.

After hearing my words, understanding roams his eyes. He looks down again, possibly in guilt, but he has no reason to feel that way. None at all.

"I'm not saying this to make you feel bad. I'm not even saying this because I want you to respond. Or that I want to give you a choice. Please, don't think that's why I'm doing this."

For no longer I can hold in the tears and a lone drop travels down my blushed cheek, smudging my mascara.

"I know you love Rose. and I'm so happy for you - really, I am." Everything I say is the truth. I love him and I love Rose. and I cannot think of two people more deserving of each other. I just hate that I spend my nights thinking about what would've happened if I had met the doctor first. if I had been skinner. If I had been prettier.

Would I ever had stood a chance? Even if Rose wasn't in the picture? And I curse myself every chance I get for my toxic mentality, though I can't seem to shake these thoughts that torture me.

"y/n-" he tries.

"No, please. I fear if I don't say this now I won't get the chance to ever say it again. And it needs to be said. For me to get closure. For me to be happy. Please." I beg. I actually beg. There's a whine that can be heard in my voice, making me feel weak. Never had I felt so embarrassed.

But if not now..

He nods, accepting my request of proclaiming my unrequited love. And I'm grateful.

"Before now, I had never been in love before. I had never felt love, for all its pain and comfort. But Doctor, I am so in love with you. And that's never going to change." I sniffle. "I just wanted you to know this now."

His hand reaches forward and cups my cheek. His palm feels warm on my face but I'm sure my heated cheek is a contributing factor. His eyes search mine as he just stares at me for a few seconds. I have absolutely no idea what he's thinking. Maybe that's for the best.

Almost hesitantly, his thumb slowly wipes under my eye with so little pressure I could mistake is for a stray hair. Then, he steps back and blows out a breath of air.

"Okay," he begins, face conflicted but understanding. "Right. you don't want me to talk about it?" I nod in confirmation. "Okay.. just one question. why are you telling me this now?"

I smile, so obviously sad before looking down at my shoes.

"Because I think this is the last time I'll have the opportunity."

[zhongyeet-me-to-the-moon]

Omg Gorou in rut please!! Would really love to see u write it 😳

Ask and ye shall receive!

Pairing: Gorou x gn!reader (reader bottom tho so)

Type:bullets and story

Warnings: SMUT. Minors...kindly f off lol. Specific nsfw warnings under cut. Soft dom!top!Gorou, sub!bottom! Reader

No matter how many times I read over my work I will always miss typos/grammatical errors and I apologize

Specific nsfw warnings: , dry humping/clothed rubbing, needy Gorou is still needy top or bottom, eating out (reader recieving) teasing, slight exhibitionism but it's not the whole fic

Just like if he had heats, before you showed his ruts aren't as intense since he has no visual stimulation, he sees all his teammates as family.

When you first join though, he's all over you, even though he doesn't really realize it yet.

Longing looks, physically helping you adjust your stance or your bow work, his tail goes 100 mph when you thank him for the littlest thing. Looking for you to sit next to when eating, etc.

It's very obvious to everyone but him he has a thing for you.

He just likes being near you man, especially in the battlefield. He always tries to subtly find a way to be near you or your unit so he can come the second you're compromised, not that he doesn't trust your skills, just if they're is an incident he wants to be the first to help.

He's veryyy protective when you're injured, only let's the medic in and even then is watching them like a hawk when they need to touch you, slightly grimaces and tries not to growl when you twinge in pain.

Kokomi the only one woman enough to point out to gorou his actions (mainly cause everyone loves watching you tease him and him being too oblivious to get it.)

"You know, as long as it doesn't get in the way of the mission, dating isn't unallowed within the campus."

"O-Oh really? Was there anyone trying to get together? I do know that x and y were very close as of late, maybe I should pass that on to them."

G...gorou...hun..."

"Hm? Oh....oh"

Now he can't make eye contact with you, he's 20x more blushy when he does, any form of contact he immediately is apologizing for.

You gotta ask him out. That's all.

I think ruts are more frequent than heats, an every other month thing, unless they get physically get engaged with and they reciprocate.

Because of that it doesn't take long to need to have a conversation about it. He's still slightly embarrassed but its more of the general sex talk at the beginning of a relationship is always embarrassing. You just took it as he has a higher libido every other month and that it really wasn't a problem for you.

The war had finally ended. Everyone was in celebration mode, sending letters to family, having a party almost every night, making plans to leave, even for a little while for people who still want to stay in the army once the negotions are over. With all the happy morale of the army, and the busy planning of negotions with Kujou Sara, his didn't even realize it was "that time of the month". Once all the commotion died down and you two were left with cleaning duty, the. He noticed his thoughts towards you were more indecent than wholesome. And that with you having cleaning duty, it'd be at least a half an hour more till you could go back to your shared tent.

You were currently putting all the clean plates together to put back in the necessary tents storage. You offered to help clean everything up since you decided not to drink tonight, drinking multiple nights in a row was probably something you'd enjoy if you liked waking up with a hangover every morning. As you entered the tent, Gorou soon followed after.

"You need any help?"

"No I'm almost done, if you wanna go ahead to our tent thats ok." You didn't face him, currently trying to put the plates and utensils back on the necessary shelves. You didn't hear him leave though, instead after a pause you hear him shuffle closer to you and wrap his arms around your waist behind you. Gorou rested his head on your neck, snuggling closer to your shoulder. You just laugh at the rare pda and try to continue your work.

After a while though, and a need to walk back outside to grab the rest of the items, you started to notice that when you shuffled a bit back into him to turn left or right, his hips jerked a bit at the action, a whimper escaping his mouth that was so small you probably wouldn't have heard it if he wasn't so close to your ear. So to test your theory, you completely stopped. You picked up paperwork and started to check things off mindlessly to report that everything was being put back in place. After a minute or two Gorous whimpers became for frequent and heated, beginning to squirm a bit more against you till eventually you did notice the bulge pressing up against you.

"Gorou."

"Sorry."

You chuckled, putting down the paperwork and placing a hand in his hair, " You think you can wait 10 more minutes till we get back to the tent? " he whined, tightening his grip on you. So needy. You turn yourself around for your facing him now. "Its going to rain tonight Gorou. I need to put things back." The eyes he gave, sad and pleading, but he also knows as a general it wouldn't be right to go against procedures.

But fuck does he need you right now.

You sit him down on an empty box in the tent. "I have one more set of plates i need to put back. Then I'll be done." You kiss the side of his cheek, him leaning in and slightly tipping forward when you parted.

The tent the supplies were in didn't have a closing, just three walls and a roof. So Gorou watched as you squatted down to pick up the last box, placing a few stray items on top. He didn't realize he was palming himself from the outside.You didn't comment on it when you turned around, he still didn't notice he was doing it, just stared at you all love struck. You rolled your eyes and continued doing your work, a bit more frazzled now with the show your getting and silently thanking the archons no one was awake, or at the very least walking around at this hour. But it was fun shaking your hips more and siting more suggestively to give him a show, jumping a bit more clumsily when reaching for something so your ass and chest bounced a bit more than usual.

At some point his hand did go in his pants,tail twitching in discomfort of the clothes being in the way, some conscious part of him not completely wanting him to expose himself in public but still too deep in to stop himself. But since it was so quiet out. His soft pants and whines could still be heard in between the shuffling of plates and boxes. His hands weren't enough anymore, when you were finally done his eyes had compelletly glazed over, pumping fervently into himself and whiney voice slowly getting louder as he stopped caring about his surroundings. When you stood in front of him he couldn't stop his hand tugging you down into a kiss. It was sloppy, fervent, needy. Removing his other hand to the small of your back to get you as close him as possible. A gasp leaving him shaking with the first rub against you.

You leave the kiss, him trailing forward to continue it but you put your hand up to his lips. "Let's go to our tent love." Gorou didn't hesitate to try grab your hand and rush you back, you giggling in tow.

The second the tent closed behind you two he was grabbing your face again. The kiss more heated than before, tongue immediately slipping in and crashing into the cot below. Removing each others clothes in between, Gorou started kissing your necks,leaving marks in the process, small bites that left you moaning, squeezes to your chest to try and ground himself to the situation. He kept trailing lower and lower till eventually he's at your entrance. Leaving cute kisses before quickly sticking his tongue in, whining in complaint as the angle wasn't so good till eventually he flips you over himself. You gasp a bit at his forewardness but didn't deny him it, it felt too good anyways.

In between you can hear soft "so pretty." "So perfect." With how much he was drooling you were plenty ready, he just got so lost he didn't realize it till you were beginning to tighten due to cumming. "Ah! G-gorou." He was gonna keep going, bringing you to overstimulation in your aftermath if you didn't make a sound.

He slowly got up, eyes still hazy as you turned over, situating yourself in his lap. Kissing his chest, putting one cute nub in your lip while you rubbed the other, slowing moving your hips up and down against him. "My good boy." A yelp came out as you bit down on his nipple, his hands instinctively going to your shoulders but making no move to push you way, you could feel his dick twitch against you with each bite or compliment in between.

Eventually you raise yourself, situating your entrance right above gorou, his eyes glued on yours, so in love, so expectant. When you finally lowered to enter you, if you thought he was was letting loose before you were wrong.

You took the reigns for a bit, him too stimulated to jerk his hips in a solid rhythm, eventually he gets his barring though and you're immediately turned onto your stomache again. Like he was holding back this entire time his thrusts are ruff, he's leaning close enough you can hear small growls escape his lips in-between moans.

It doesn't take long for you both to get close again, Gorou was holding back for so long and you still coming down from your first it always seemed the first time was quick.

Gorou slowed, doing a few for deep,hard thrust.

"Y/n...ugh. im-"

"Me to love"

He thrusted a few more times, till eventually he leaned fully flush to your back, one arm wrapping around your waist to get you as close as possible, groaning loud In your ear as you both reach completion.

You both collapsed together,him pulling out but not getting off of your back. Both just gasping in the aftermath as he rested his head next to yours, taking in your sent, wiping the sweat soaked hair out of your eyes. He always tries to be soft after, and he is. But when he's like this it doesn't take much squirming from you underhim to start getting hard again, his still head more fervently leaning himself into your neck till there's no room left between but he's still pushing.

You laugh, turning over so you're on your back and he's resting his head on your chest, petting his head as he started biting your neck again.

It was going to be a long night.

[2af-afterdark]

Human World Tour

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationship: Asmodeus/Main Character/Satan

Characters: Asmodeus, Satan, Main Character

Additional Tags: afam!mc (you/your), human realm, kissing, public sex, magic/spells, double penetration, threesome - m/m/f

Summary: You somehow convinced Diavolo to let you out into the human realm for a holiday. To make sure you stayed safe, he even offered to let you bring two of the brothers along on your little excursion.

Word Count: 4142

"Look, look, look." You excitedly chirp, pointing to the large structure slowly coming into view over the horizon, "It's the actual Eiffel Tower. Can you believe it?"

"Well, it is one of the most notable landmarks in the Western world. We were obligated to come see it." Satan, of course, had seen it dozens of times. Every time he got summoned by a human that lived in Paris or was even just visiting, he would run the chance of seeing it again. Especially because it was a good place to run into scorned lovers.

Not to say Satan was the only one that had seen it before. In fact, if any of the brothers had seen it more than him, it was definitely Asmodeus. The city of lights and love was always a destination that people would call out to him from, even though his wheelhouse was lust and not love. Most humans really weren't smart enough to understand the difference when they made deals with him.

Even so, neither of them was willing to rain on your parade. You weren't a several dozen millennia year old demon that got to see the world and its many different cultures throughout time, and they knew this was a new experience for you. Plus, they both had to admit that it was delightful to see how your face beamed at spending this time with them. They weren't going to ruin your first trip to Paris for you.

It didn't take much longer for the three of you to reach the base of the famed Eiffel Tower, where you saw a long line stretching from a ticket booth. You probably should have expected something like this, but it was still disappointing to see it.

"Well, I guess we should get in line..."

"Line?" Satan asks, "Why would we wait in line?"

"Because we need tickets to get in." You point to the very clear line with dozens and dozens of people in it.

"Darling, we're demons. We don't wait in lines for human attractions."

"Then how are we supposed to-"

Before you can finish the question, Satan is already chanting a spell. The words of which you recognize as a command that all people that see you should overlook your presence. As soon as he stops chanting, he looks to you and smiles, "There. We should be free to pass without anyone disturbing us now."

"What was that, exactly?" Not that you didn't trust Satan's magic, but you wanted to make sure you understood what just happened.

"It's a spell that makes others ignore you. And before you ask, it is not invisibility. It literally just makes people ignore you, no matter what you may do." He didn't want to say how that kind of spell would usually be used, but suffice it to say that many a mortal under contract had need for it.

The two of them showed you exactly how it worked by sneaking you to the front of the elevator line, where no one even seemed to react to you cutting. You insisted on taking the stair to be fair, but when they reminded you there were over 600 of them you bulked. Elevator it was! Even as the elevator showed up and you made your way inside, no on tried to move into the space you occupied. It was like they were aware something was there, but that none of them could see you. Asmodeus held onto you, keeping you close in the small space and guarding you zealously.

The first floor was transparent! It was actually pretty disorientating to see everyone walking underneath you, and you were suddenly grateful you had chosen pants for today's outing. There were also exhibits that you and Satan both geeked out over (mostly you though). When you tired of the first floor, they snuck you up to the second, but Satan chose not to join you and Asmodeus, claiming that there was something on the third floor he wanted to check out. You wondered why he couldn't wait for all of you to go up there, but you trusted him.

This time you could see the horizon of Paris and all the buildings surrounding you. Once again, there were people everywhere, but they continued to move around and avoid you. That was all fine. Your main concern was the telescopes that sat along the railing. You grabbed Asmo's hand, pointing them out and insisting that you both go look through them to see the city even better. He followed you with a smile, loving your excitement at the new experience.

You bend forward to take a look through the telescope, seeing the city far off in the distance. Everything looks so new to you and you can only stare in wonder. Asmo, on the other hand, is busy staring at the very familiar sight of your pants hugging the curves of your ass. It's so cruel that you are unaware of how tempting you look when you are bent over in front of him. No. You have to know, right. He's felt it for a while now, but your lust is growing slowly. As if to test the waters, he strokes his against your butt, giving it a squeeze as you play tourist.

You yip in surprise and give him a glare, "Really?"

He chuckles, "Just admiring the sights."

"Then find a telescope of your own." You say, but he can clearly feel that your arousal just spiked.

Encouraged by the feelings you won't admit to, he continues to rub you, exploring how nicely you curve and fit into his palm. You say nothing this time, secretly hoping that he will give you even more. There are people all around you, but no one seems to have any reaction to the sigh of him clearly feeling you up in public. Was the spell really that powerful?

He raises his hands and cups your face from behind, forcing you to look at him.

"Darling..." The lust in his eyes swirls as he leans in to kiss you, moaning into your mouth and forcing your own.

"Asmo... Not here, please." You croon, leaning back against him even as you protest. Please let him ignore your words.

"You're so beautiful." He whispers softly in your ear, his hands delicately tracing from your neck, down the buttons of your shirt, and stopping at the zipper of your pants, "Tell me you want me."

"We can't..." This was not the place for this. You should got somewhere private, somewhere you couldn't be interrupted, somewhere that...

Your thoughts are interrupted and you preen as you feel his cock press against you through both of your pants, pushing the fabric of your clothing against your growing need.

His deft fingers grab at your zipper to undo your pants, sliding his hand down into your panties as soon as he does. Those skilled fingers rub along your slit, teasing at your arousal. With a breath laugh he keeps whispering to you, "My darling shouldn't lie about her needs. I can't leave you like this." A single finger dips into your heat and pulls a gasp from your throat.

"It's because you've been teasing me this entire time."

"Then I should take responsibility for what I did." His teeth bite tenderly at your ear, and his other hand starts to work at opening the buttons on your shirt.

Against every ounce of logic telling you to put a stop to this, you feel yourself roll against Asmo's hand, trying to push more of him into you. Why was he only using one finger? You wanted to feel him stretch you out even more. He had to know how badly you wanted to feel him, given that he made it his business to learn everything that drove you crazy.

"You poor thing..." The voice that tickled your ear dripped with honey, "You need to say what you want, remember?" He would gladly tease you to the point of madness, but he would go no further than this without hearing you ask for it.

You shook your head, "Please don't make me..." How could he be so cruel to make you say something so shameless out loud? If you were in private, you would gladly do whatever it took to keep him going, but there were people all around.

"Hmmm. I see." As if to punish you, he draws back his finger, threatening to remove it completely from your wet, aching need. You whine as he does so, begging him not to take out any more than he already has. He kisses your temple, trying to put you at ease, "If you don't want this, I won't make you."

You shut your eyes and reach your own hand into your underwear, laying it on his and guiding him back into you, even prompting him to add the next finger you so desperately need.

You look up at him with the lust-filled eyes that he adores and finally utter the words he longs to hear, "I want you, Asmo. Please?"

As soon as the words leave your mouth, he starts to pump his fingers inside of you. You groan, lifting your arms to wrap them around the back of his neck to help hold yourself up against his assault.

"Such a good girl." His fingers spread, scissoring open your tight cunt, "Do you know how long I've had to hold back today? Every dirty thought that makes you drip makes it so much harder not to take you. What have you been thinking about that has you this wet for me already?" He wanted to hear every fantasy you had and bring them to life.

You bite your lip, focusing on how he scraps against your inner walls, "I was thinking about how we're in the city of love..."

"Hm?" For once he didn't see the connection.

"E-everyone thinks Paris is so- fuck- romantic ." You struggle to speak as he pushes a third finger into you, "I couldn't help but think of being pulled off to the side and fucked until I couldn't waaaaa-" You find you can't even finish that last word as his thumb starts to rub your clit while his fingers keep pumping you.

"Why would I pull you off to the side when I can show you the view here?" It was, after all, the view that made couples fall in love all over again, "When we're done you won't be able to think of Paris without touching yourself."

You shudder, "Stop teasing me." You could feel your own slick on your inner thighs so you knew your lust had to be screaming at him, "I want you. Now."

He shook his head, "I wasn't the only one you invited here, Darling. Don't you have someone else you want to say all those dirty things to?" He was not only the most open of the brothers when it came to sharing his time with you, but he enjoyed it. The very thought of leaving one of your beloved boyfriends out of this was something he wouldn't entertain.

"Satan wouldn't want-"

"Satan wouldn't want to miss seeing you like this." He finishes for you. His mouth lavishes kisses along your neck, sucking at the flesh to leave little hickeys as he went, "Don't you want to be filled completely." The whine you give him in response is all he needs to hear. So needy, so desperate, so wanting, "Then call him here so you can show him how badly you need us."

You desperately try not to whine again, wanting Asmo to just keep going and give you the release he is so cruelly building up in you. He isn't easily swayed by your pleas like his brother are though. He loves you and wants to satisfy you, but he is also the most willing to watch you struggle and beg him for more and more until you can only mutter obscenities. If you want him to give you anymore, you will have to do as he says.

You try to focus on your pact with the avatar of wrath so he knows you need him, "S-Satan?" The name falls off of your lips in a squeak as Asmo shows his approval by removing his finger from inside of you and wiggling your pants down your legs, quickly followed by the thin lace panties you had worn for today.

He looks at them and the visible wet patch that as formed in the fabric longingly, "It looks like someone expected this?" Why else would you wear something so tempting?

It would be a lie to say you didn't want to do something with your boyfriends in the literal city of love, but you hadn't been expecting it to be so public (even if no one could see you right now). Then again, you had literally just confessed to wanting to be pulled aside and taken advantage off, so how was this any different? Actually, this was probably exactly wha-

"Nugh." You are snapped out of your thoughts as you feel something hard rub against your slick folds, teasing you with the promise of something more that doesn't come. You hurridly reach your hands down to try and push the cock tormenting you inside and finally feel some kind of relief, but Asmo quickly grabs your wrists to stop you.

"Not yet, Darling." He kisses your temple and slowly, agonizingly slowly continues to taunt you by rubbing against you with no sign of giving you what you want.

"Really?" You almost miss the familiar voice through the cloud of lust and need taking over your brain, "You two couldn't wait until later?"

Asmo laughs lightly as he looks back at his brother who has finally gotten up you you, "She was too cute to leave alone." He pulls back, pushing the tip of his cock against you and pushes it in, promising to finally fuck you like you so badly want, "Now that Satan is here, Darling, you should tell him what you want."

You feel a shiver run up your spine. You wish you could see the look on his face right now. Did he look excited to see you this way? Maybe he was aroused like you were? He wouldn't be disgusted, would he? No matter what he may be feeling, you have to do as Asmo says, "I want both of your cocks in me. Please? I can't wait any longer." You tried to speak clearly, even as it was getting harder.

As soon as the words are out of your mouth, you feel Asmo slam himself up into you, bottoming out in a single motion. The action rips a scream of pleasure from you as heat spreads out from your core, "Thank you." Is all you can say as he finally stops teasing you with what you needed.

"Of course, Darling. You're so pretty when you look like this." He releases your wrists and places his hands against your hip, helping you roll along his length, even as you stand on shaky legs, "Don't you think so too, Satan?"

He sighs at the both of you. He doesn't know why he expected a normal date, especially when you two were left alone together for any amount of time. One of you was always likely to convince the other to start having sex, although he had hoped it could wait until a little later. Unlike you two, Satan wasn't fond of the idea of spending his entire day in a state perpetual horniness. Although, seeing how you trembled and moaned as Asmodeus fucked you made him reconsider his stance on that opinion.

With a sigh, he walked over to the two of you, taking in just how far gone you really were. He stared into your clearly unfocused eyes and basked in the sound of the little noises you were forced to make. Giving into his desire to push you even further, he reached his hands up and laid them against your breasts. With a slight bit of sadism, he pinched and twisted your nipples between his fingers, making those small noise into gasps.

"Noooo." You beg, "N- ugh- not that."

A twisted smirk works across his face, "Oh? Then what should I do?"

"Inside. Want you inside." Your sentences are slowly becoming more simple as you feel Asmo scrap along your walls, clenching around his length and try desperately to keep him inside of you.

Satan looks at his brother, "Should I even ask?"

With a smile, he holds up four fingers and thrusts up into you again, causing your toes to curl in your shoes. He enjoys the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, greedily holding onto his cock and begging him for even more, but he doesn't mind sharing the feeling with his brother if it will result in something even more fun. He pulls out of you slowly, leaving only the tips of his cock inside of you, wanting to thrust back up as you whimper in need for him, but holding himself back.

"We really did have to fall for someone like this, didn't we?" He says, reaching down to open his own pants and free his hardening cock, a bead of precum already forming at his tip.

Satan presses himself against your womanhood, the tip of his cock spreading you open along with Asmo's.

Your eyes widen as you realize what the two of them are planning, "Wait. I can't-"

"Shhh." Asmo whispers in your ear and strokes your hair, "You said you wanted us both. We're giving you what you asked for. We'll go nice and slow for you." As he said that, they both started to slowly push up into you, stretching you open slowly and causing you to feel painfully full.

"Nghn," is the only sound you can make as they both stop and pull out, then push in again to slowly help you accommodate to both of them. You pant quickly, trying to breath as you adjust to them both, "'s too much."

"You're doing so well, Darling. Just a little more." Asmo coos, encouraging you as his hands softly massages your sides to try and help you relax.

"We know you can take us both." Satan, on the other hand, roughly continues to pinch and pull at your nipples, "This is what you wanted, after all."

The two of them are very different lovers. Asmo is always sweet to you, making sure you go at a pace that is comfortable for you. Satan is much more rough. He will tease and gently hurt you to try and conflate your arousal from pleasure and your arousal from pain. However, when the two of them work together it is overpowering. The constant switch between kindness and gentle brutality is enough to leave your brain reeling. The only thing you can count on is for your body to just give into them and let them lead you to your release.

Soon, the two of them are able to bury themselves inside of you completely and you feel how tense your core is from being filled by them. You babble something incoherent as you feel your muscles give out and you bend forward to find support against Satan.

He chuckles darkly, continuing to toy with your body how he wishes, "See? You can handle us both."

"Mhm. She's so good." Asmo bends forward so he can lay a series of kisses at the crook of your neck, "Our good girl. So nice and tight for us, even as she opens up to take us both," his voice is breathy as he whispers into your ear, "So perfect."

"How do you think everyone would react if I removed the spell?" Satan ponders, clearly trying and succeeding to get a rise out of you, "Then everyone around could see just how well you take both of our cocks."

"Oh? You mean we could share the sight of her pretty face with everybody?" Asmo loved the idea of showing off his favorite human, especially if he got to show you off in your current state. Of course, he would never actually do it without you wanting him to.

"Nagh. Stop picking ooooon me." You beg through struggled breaths, "Please s-stop. I rea- fuck! There!" You want to protest their words more, but all you can feel is how both of them take turns thrusting against your sweet spot, not giving you the chance to breath and relax between each moment. In your mind, you can't even tell the two of them apart anymore. All you can tell is that they are both stirring up your insides and forcing you to feel an unyielding pleasure that brings you closer and closer to your release.

"Where do you mean? Here?" Asmodeus kisses your neck more and delicately bites at your earlobe.

"Or maybe here?" Satan pinches you again, which turns your moans into aroused screams.

"N-no." You hate them both. They know what you want. They're just picking on you now, "My cunt. 's too muuuu-" One of them is now reaching down and violently rubbing your swollen, sensitive clit. Their fingers push against it and you want to collapse from how many nerves are firing simultaneously inside of you.

"We haven't shown you everything yet." Satan warns.

"We'll do that later when we have you on the bed, begging for mercy." Asmo finishes for him.

You don't answer them, only feeling as the heat in your core finally overflows and you shudder between the two of them, letting your orgasm finally overtake you. Your stretched walls clench around them and they both hum in approval knowing you have reached your peak. The haze in your mind only grows with your release, still building as the two of them keep going to seek their own finish from you.

"Darling, I'm going to cum." Asmo moans against you, his voice sounding like he is finally ready to break, "Can I? Inside?"

You barely understand the question, but you still find yourself nodding with a little, "Mm."

As soon as you give him that freedom, you feel a rush of cum flood your aching, spent cunt. He gives one last thrust before pulling himself out and showering your shoulders in kisses, "Darling. Sweetheart. You're so good. So perfect." He was always so sweet after sex, even when he had to share with someone else, "Just a little more. Satan will give you what you want soon." He places his hand under your chin to turn your head so he can presses his lips against yours, intertwining your tongues together.

"If she wants it, she knows how to ask." Satan clarifies, even as he can feel that he will soon reach his own peak. But this is Satan. He's one of the brothers that wants you to beg for it.

Asmo pulls away and you want to whine for him to come back. He gives you a small smile, "Go on, Darling. Tell him what you want."

You can't focus your sight properly, but you think you are looking up and him. You wrap your arms up around where you think his neck is and open you mouth and with some difficulty say, "Satan. Need you to fill me."

As if acquiescing to your plea, his cock twitches and a stream of hot cum fill you once again. Satan rolls his hips up into you a few more times before slipping out. A small dribble of white rolls down your thighs now that there is nothing inside of you and you can feel how desperately your legs are trying, and failing, to hold you up. One of them is supporting the entirety of your weight at this point; probably Satan.

Satan runs a hand through your hair while Asmo takes his time to rub between your legs and clean you up enough to keep you comfortable. As he does so, you whine and whimper with each stroke against your overly sensitive folds and each bumps against your clit. When you are clean enough, they help you put your clothing back on and Satan scoops you up into his arms.

"You really should learn about time and place." He sighs at your poor choice, even though he had to admit he enjoyed it.

Asmo just laughs, "If you don't like it, I'll keep her all to myself next time~"

You nuzzle against the fourth-born's chest, still feeling bliss from the both of them, "No fighting." It was still only the first day of your holiday. If this was what Paris had to offer in such a short time, you were looking forward to seeing what the next few days would bring.

[butwhatifidothis]

Like, what more do you want? For her to be tossed into a deep dark cell with rats to bring her story to a full traumatic circle? For her to executed when she's permanently has the mind of a child and has literally no idea WHY she's about to be executed?

I'll circle around to that second suggestion in a bit, but for now:

What "more" do I want? What exactly did I - or anyone - get, in the first place?

got long lol under the cut it goes

We have the victims of war blaming themselves for daring to fight back against their violent aggressor, we have those same victims either praise their aggressor for their ~reforms~ or mindlessly believe what they say with no proof, we have the story going out of its way to show the violent aggressor of a needless war to be a good leader because ~look at how bad it gets if they're NOT the one leading~ (looking straight at you AG), we have the aggressor gain a NEW mindless fan squeeing over their every action for specifically this game when they already had two characters who in some way were doing that already (Hubert and Dorothea) - oh gee, there's just so much woe that Edelgard has to go through, as the story, plot, and characters all castrate themselves trying to make her look better, amiright?

Edelgard faces zero repercussions in this game as a result of her enacting war against the Church and Kingdom for their crimes of *checks notes* doing nothing. The Church outright helps her in her efforts to get rid of the corrupt nobles of Enbarr, doing exactly what she requested of them to do down to the letter, and she still declares war on them, forces them out of their home, and chases them down to the Kingdom and goes to war with it for daring to house people who are being wrongly and violently persecuted for no reason.

You suggest her being tossed in a dungeon as if that's some sort of unjust, cruel thing, but frankly I don't care at that point whether the poor uwu warmonger shits herself in fear over rats because of the violent and cruel actions she chose to enact independently of anyone's influence. These circumstances are ridiculously different from when she was an actual innocent child being forcefully experimented on; she's the direct reason countless innocent people have either lost their families, friends, homes, livelihoods, and/or lives. To say she should go without any form of punishment - and harsh punishment at that - just because she has a fear of rats and there might be rats in the jailcell she gets thrown in is laughable. Tough shit, she shouldn't have murdered thousands in a needless war for power if she didn't want to get thrown in jail, and I have no sympathy for her in that regard.

Even in the supposed "bad end" version of the routes, Edelgard gets off hilariously easy. Who do you lose in AG? Rodrigue, a full-on playable character that you could've put actual effort into making into an extremely good/reliable unit, as well as the father/father-figure of Felix and Dimitri and someone whose presence is immensely felt throughout all of AG. Who do you lose in GW? Judith, someone who, while (criminally) not a playable unit, is still someone with a huge presence in the story of GW, and who is deeply connected to Claude on a personal level. Meanwhile on SB you lose fuckin' Randolph, a joe-schmoe nobody whose only purpose in any regard whatsoever is to die and who has literally zero connection to anyone except his similarly joe-schmoe nobody sister. Dimitri loses someone he saw as a father and who he heavily relied on to get through deeply traumatic events, Claude loses the one person he actually actively wanted to reveal being an Almyran prince to (before she put two and two together first, that is), and Edelgard loses... someone who's basically a named NPC for all the investment - personal or otherwise - he's been given.

What more do I want? Literally anything, because right now I have nothing.

But regarding the mind-of-a-child thing.

Given Hopes' obsessive need to relieve Edelgard of any actual responsibility for her actions - how it's Dimitri that started a war with the Empire and how that's bad, how it's Claude who invaded the Empire and how that's bad, while Edelgard is always given the benefit of the doubt despite being the actual aggressor unlike the other two who only fight back against her (at first anyway, in Clyde's case), things like that - her mind being reduced to that of a child's is almost fuckin' poetic, because that's pretty much how the game itself treats her. She's a child making a mess of the kitchen but she meant well and that's all that really matters - it's every else's fault for not walking over the mess well enough! It’s sadly very fitting that the game that treats her with the softest, silkiest kid gloves imaginable ends up literally reducing her to a child in the one route where the player never sides with her.

Because now she “shouldn’t” be punished! Isn’t she going through enough, the poor little dear? It’s just like you mention nonnie; she’s already just gone the absolute ordeal of *checks notes* being put in a situation where she literally can’t be held liable for her horrific, cruel actions she committed before she was Lobotogard. Now any attempt from anyone to do anything to Edelgard regarding the actions she chose to make independent of anyone else will be seen as being “too mean,” because now she’s in a state where she can’t understand the wrongs of what she’s done - she doesn’t even think she’s done them! Her mind is reverted to the time she was lil’ ol’ El with her crush Dee and isn’t that just so sad? Feel bad for Edelgard, not for her victims that she forced into war.

Because, like, think about it. Why was Edelgard lobotomized, instead of just defeated/jailed/executed? Why was mind-control + mind-reversion dark magic pulled out of Hopes’ ass to make Edelgard completely unable to be liable for her actions? In a game where Rhea and Claude can die and TWS can be completely wiped out, showing that Hopes doesn’t really care that much about keeping other main important characters on the table? Why not just simply have Edelgard imprisoned - not even killed, not even executed, just placed in prison for omega murder? Even Claude, for as mindlessly the Deer eventually follow him once Clyde switcheroos with him in GW’s Part 2, gets some form of pushback from them initially (...for inconveniencing Edelgard by killing Randolph + other Imperial generals and not for fucking over Faerghus, that is, but it’s still anything), and like I said, he can actually die for doing certain things (...that certain thing being betraying Edelgard on SB’s bad end, but again, it’s literally anything), which is much more than can be said for Edelgard.

Because honestly, I think it’s because the game really didn’t want her to actually face the consequences of her actions. The only thing that happens to her is her being in a state that sad to see... for others. For Edelgard herself, she’s just a confused kid - she’s not living with the guilt of her actions, she’s not facing any real justice for what she’s done, there’s no acknowledgement on her end - or even any ability to acknowledge - all that she’s done. And for fuck’s sake, she wasn’t even put in this state because of the bad shit she did; she was put in this state because she was helping Dimitri fight Thales. This isn’t a result of her killing who knows how many people for a war that’s literal only purpose was to expand her influence over all of Fodlan, in her own words even in this game - she got this standing up against the real bad guy, which definitely isn’t her. Nothing like the loss of a loved one, or dying yourself, and nothing that results directly from her killing innocent people to expand her power. 

So basically what I want is for the aggressor of a needless war that’s killing innocent people to face any actual consequence for doing the shit she does, for other characters who are literally being victimized by her to stop going on about how “well maybe she’s not that bad” when she’s ruining their and their people’s lives, and for the game to not place her in a state where it’s almost completely impossible for anyone to make her hold her accountable for her actions. Considering the shit she still does in this game, I really don’t think I’m asking for much here

[ironstrange1991]

Let Me Take Care Of You

Artwork from @petite-madame

Pairing Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader

Fluffy/Comfort (Established Relationship)

Warnings: Just mentions of blood and wounds

Synopsis: When Stephen comes home covered in blood after a battle, the reader helps him bathe (giving some well deserved attention to his long hair) and treat his wounds.

Word Count: 1,376k

Writers note: This is just a fluffy fic for people who have a kink in Defender Strange's long hair. It's quite simple and short but I hope you like it. More will come for Defender Strange lovers, so dont worry ;)

As usual I would like to remind you guys that english is not my first language, so I apologize for some grammatical mistakes.

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You were starting to get worried when you noticed the hours passing by. The day turned to night and you didn't have any news from Stephen or Wong who left in the morning saying they would solve a small problem and come back for dinner. They didn't come back and you couldn't have dinner. You kept waiting for them with your heart in your hand.

You and Stephen had been together for a while, you practically lived in the Sanctum since you spent most of your time there when you weren't working.

You tried their cell phones again, but they didn't answer. You were almost crying when a golden portal opened in the middle of the room and the two men walked through it.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was?!" You stopped staring at the two who stumbled through the portal.

Wong had some scratches on his face and he was covered in dirt and stuff you didn't even want to know what it was, but Stephen was covered in blood from head to toe. Long hair hanging messy from its ponytail and soaked in blood like everything else.

"My God, Stephen" You ran to him, but he stopped you.

"I'm fine, my love, the blood is not mine" He said breathing heavily as if he had just run a marathon.

"At least not all of it" Wong muttered pulling away and facing you. "He is injured, needs care. I would help, but since you're here I'll take the opportunity to clean myself of this thing."

Wong opened a portal to his room.

Stephen did the same and you followed watching him walk slowly clearly in pain. He didn't want you to get dirty, but he was too tired to object when you decidedly helped him out of his boots and tunic.

You turned on the shower and took off your clothes by going under the water with him.

"What dirt is this? What happened?"

He smirked amused at your concern for him.

"Things got a little out of control, but we managed to solve it."

You ran your hand gently through his hair, loosening it from the hair tie and letting the water wash away most of the dirt.

"You call this solving? I don't even want to know what those things stuck in your hair are."

He smiled running a hand over his face. He knew you were mad because he worried you, but he couldn't help but find it charming that you'd wait for him at home. He still hadn't gotten used to it. Sometimes he thought he didn't deserve you.

"It would be easier if you had shorter hair if you're going to get home in that state!"

He smiled teasingly "And you would allow me to cut my hair?"

You sighed irritably "No, I wouldn't"

He smirked mischievously.

"You can wipe that smile off your face, I'm mad at you" You said and he pulled you into his arms teasing.

"You can't be mad at me, I was saving the world."

You rolled your eyes and rubbed his chest with your hands noticing as the water drained the blood from his skin that he had some nasty scratches and cuts on his chest and the sides of his ribs.

"More scars" You said sighing "Every time you leave I don't know if you'll come back or how you'll come back. Do you have any idea how scary this is for me, Stephen?"

You were grateful that Stephen defended you and the world from the horrible dangers that lurked, but you couldn't help but worry about him. Sorcerer Supreme or not, he was human and as prone to getting hurt as anyone and more.

"Good to know you don't mind the scars. If I remember correctly you said they were sexy." He said making fun. Stephen was acting cuter today than usual.

You slapped his chest "I'm serious, Defender Strange!"

He agreed "I know, my love. I'm sorry, but that's my job, there's nothing I can do to change that."

You sighed picking up the shampoo bottle from the floor and placing a generous amount in the palm of your hand.

"Turn around. Let me clean this mess."

He turned his back to you, lowering his head slightly so you could reach to apply shampoo to his hair. He loved it when you acted like that, so authoritative.

You massaged it with your fingertips, rinsed and repeated the process.

"You're right to be angry" He cooed turning to look at you and running his hand through his hair helping to rinse it "I promise I'll try to delegate some of my activities and spend more time with you."

You crossed your arms like a spoiled child " It's not just that. You know how I worry about you. I don't know what I would do if something happened. You're everything to me."

He smiled. "I know. You know I love you. You are the most important thing in this world to me."

He kissed your forehead and you sighed, letting your irritation give way to the relief you felt that he was home and safe.

You took the bottle of your conditioner and applied it to his hair, feeling it soften in your fingers. You loved his hair, you loved taking care of it, touching it. You would never let him cut that hair.

He soaped himself and turned you around soaping your back and neck.

When you finally finished showering, you forced him to sit at the foot of the bed to get a good look at his wounds. They weren't deep, they just needed some good care.

"I'm fine, don't worry, my love."

You stared at him decisively and he gave in letting you take care of him.

"I assume you haven't eaten anything" He said watching as you took the materials to bandage his rib wounds.

"Do you really think I could eat while waiting for you?"

He nodded, grimacing in pain as you applied the medication and tightened the bandage a little tighter than necessary.

"I'm not going to get rid of this so easily, am I?" He muttered while you dried his hair with a soft towel. You didn't answer, instead you stared at the wet hair that dripped over his shoulders.

"Could you..." You moved your hands imitating his gestures when doing magic. He sighed and snapped his fingers and his hair was completely dry.

You combed his hair slowly and tied it neatly into a ponytail.

You stared at him for a minute, now clean and beautiful and safe inside the house and your eyes filled with tears.

"Hey, baby, what happened?" He pulled you closer, wrapping you in his arms.

"I... I'm so afraid of losing you, Stephen."

He sighed "I'm here, I'm not going anywhere" He pulled you to his lips and his hands went down your back over the robe.

You stood there cuddled with his head resting on your chest until the tears stopped and you sighed heavily.

"I'm going to make you pay for this in a not-so-subtle way."

He smirked "Promise?"

You couldn't help but smile.

"I'll let you punish me the way you want."

Now you smirked. "Yeah? The Sorcerer Supreme of our universe totally given over to me to do as I please?"

He nodded "Just for you, my love."

You tangled your fingers in his hair and tugged it hard. He hissed, but you got up and started to get dressed.

"Accept this as part of the punishment." You smiled maliciously

"I'm starving. After dinner I will think of some ways to punish you properly.""

He hummed and hugged you from behind "I'm all yours and completely at your mercy, my love"

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MASTERLIST

[aropride]

after quite a while of tossing the idea around, i've finished making a physical version of tommy and ranboo's letters during exile!!

reblogs > likes yall know the drill

Transcript under the cut, because it’s very long. For the sake of accessibility i fixed all the typos, but the typos are there in the physical book.

my mcyt content is now on @genderqueeradrien!

(The cover is made of thick brown paper and has the word “Untitled” in the top left, in Ranboo’s handwriting. Otherwise, the cover is blank. Ranboo’s handwriting is messy cursive. Tommy’s handwriting is unpredictably capitalised, and slanted to the left.)

Page 1.

“EYYYYY TOMMY.
How are you doing? Hope you are well. You probably aren't well huh.... Welp 
hope you find a way back in here 
Here is a joke:
 What do you call a bad idea?
 Letting a green man have total control
 That was pretty funny huh 
Anyway, just write in the book to reply and leave it here
talk to you soon 
-Ranboo (WITH NO B AT THE END I SWEAR)

Page 2.

Hi Rabboo! 
It's me. Big T. Aka Tommy. Aka Tommy Gun The finest
 Just being okay you know.
 Looking for Blaze Power at the min ahaha
 Just wondering, do you want to keep up a snapchat stream with me I lost all mine I lost them years ago I need snapchat I love snap score and streaks and the dog filter
 Lmk 
Anyways speak to you soon sorry you have to be so quiet when messaging me im really all over the place ahahahah the ghost smells awfully fucking weird
 Bye bYe from Tommy!
 Smiles all around all around the park

Page 3.

Hey Tommy!
 I dont really know what happened to the last book, but we can just use this one. 
Hope you are doing a little better, Tubbo is doing well, he does seem like he regrets what he did, so maybe there could be hope in the future for you to return! i left the "house" you made exactly how it was.
 Here's another joke:
 If we make muffin a swear then badboyhalo can't speak at all, and that is pretty funny I think.
 Hope you don't die in lava. 
-Ranboo (STILL WITH NO B AT THE END)

Page 4.

Hi Ranboob!
 It's me. Big T. 
Im afraid of Lava not im Lava Phobic. Im doing good! Im feeling better. Hands are a little shakier then ahaha 
Thinking about reinstalling Snapchat. I miss ladies Very lonely. Very scared. Please visit soon
 Tommy (aka Big T)

Page 5.

You should reinstall snapchat that is a good idea. 
I didn't know you guys were here, I feel like someone is trying to take the mail as the last book was gone. I will figure out a better way of communication.
 Jesus Christ Dream is scary. Heres a joke:
 Bazinga 
that was funny. Stay sane
 -Ranboo

I guess i hid the other mailbox a bit too well as you had no idea where it was. So i hope that you found this one at least. 
Hope you are doing well! I do plan to visit soon so maybe you could think of something that we could do that could be fun. Things are going well here, I made a pit where people fight. I have not fought anyone in this pit but I hope to soon because it would be fun.
 Here is another joke:
 George is still not found. He is lost. And that is funny.
 Anyway, i hope you aren't going too insane. See you later,
 -Ranboo (WITH NO B)

Page 6.

Tommy
 HI ranboo.
 Not feeling talkative today. 
K.
 You missed up our streak we were on Snapchat Timers and now its gone :///////
 Man
 No <3 
Anways ahah im feeling down so fuckin down im alone and no one no fucking one comes to visit me a lot and i want to go
 Tommy

Page 7.

Yeah sorry about the snap streak being lost, I hid the chest in the christmas tree but i guess that was just too good of a spot.
 I dont understand why no one is visiting, but I hope that yesterday was fun.
 Here is a joke:
 Villagers are ugly as hell huh 
That was a good joke.
 Anyway, hope to have you back soon 
-Ranboo (I SWEAR THERE IS NO B AT THE END PLEASE)

Page 8.

Hi ranboo 
Feeling distant 
Everyone is pitying me. Not sure how much longer I can go.
 I can't sleep Ranboo. Every night. Loneliness haunts me. I can't cuddle my likes when I'm asleep. Even though the primes got me, I'm still so so alone i'm so alone help me ranboo please for the lover of god i think and i type like god but im not god im just a big im just a pussy
 Your Faithfully,
 Big T

Page 9.

HEY BUDDY!
 I really hope that you are doing better from what you wrote yesterday. I'll try to visit you as much as I can and just know that it isn't out of pity. It's because you're the only one that hasn't left yet.
 Hope to see you again soon. 
-Ranboo

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Siren ~ J.W.

A/n: I’m so sorry this took me AGES oh my god- I’ve been writing this for so long. Hope y’all like it!

Word Count: 3800+

Request: “Jace Herondale x male demigod reader where the reader is a son of Aphrodite's but Jace don't know because Jace just thanks that's is bf is just a human. One day Jace and the gang we're on a mission but they got into a little bit of trouble fighting vampires that's when the reader steps in using his charmspeak ability to control the vampires and kill them. And that's when the tell Jace about him being a demigod and talk about his mother Aphrodite's. Jace was shock be he love he bf even more” by @shamelessloverhairdopainter

MASTERLIST

"You must be Clary."

To say that when Clary had been flung head first into the world of Shadowhunters, and especially after her and Simon had gotten so much backlash and been treated like outcasts for being human, she would see another human so comfortable in the institute, was an understatement. But... that's what this man had to be. He had none of the marks on him that the other Shadowhunters had. Runes. And when he set down the seraph blade he was fiddling with, it didn't glow when it touched his skin. There was that same heaviness to him that all Shadowhunters seemed to have, like he carried a heavy burden, but the darkness that seemed so inherent in these people was missing from him completely.

Clary was instantly intrigued. "Yes." Her head tilted, eyes narrowing as a smile rose to her face. "And you are?" She had been given the general tour - the entire time feeling daggers in her back as Alec glared at her. Seeing this man was a relief. There was no distance or judgement or anything in his eyes or the way he addressed her. He saw her as an equal, and his warm and welcoming smile filled her heart with relief. She opened up and relaxed immediately.

The man didn't seem to pick up on it. His eyes didn't analyze her, seeing every move she made and breath she took. That was a relief too. "I'm Y/n." It seemed his voice came slowly, after pauses, but it was really just the adrenaline wearing off as her brain finally calmed down, she realized... Although, he may be speaking soothingly, calmly, with clear diction. As if he knew her mind was currently spinning on its axel like a basketball on a finger. "You finding your way around okay? I can give you the tour if you want."

Clary almost laughed out loud. She would love nothing more than to have gotten the tour from Y/n instead. Damn. "No, I already got it. Jace gave it to me."

"With Alec trailing along glumly, I'm sure," Y/n remarked half under his breath. His smile was playful as he turned a pointed look to Alec.

It was at that point that Clary became aware that she wasn't the only one who relaxed around Y/n. Simon was breathing normally for the first time, even enough to look away from the people he'd watched like hawks - as if he looked away they would attack him. Izzy wasn't much different, but leaned against the wall and enjoyed watching Y/n call out her brother. For once she didn't seem to need to strut or demand her place in the room. She just had one. Jace had moved closer to Y/n, an almost-smile dancing at the edges of his lips. It was a wild expression to see on his face - a face that had been twisted with confusion, startled intrigue, or frustration since the very first second Clary had known him. Even Alec was no longer glaring, and had instead eased into more of a mocking, teasing, bantery flow.

"I'm not exactly happy that-"

"A human is in the institute?" Y/n cut off, eyebrow raising. Whatever doubts Clary might have had about Y/n being human, they were dashed immediately with that response. And Alec's follow up didn't help.

"Well you're different," he rushed, shrugging as if it was obvious.

Y/n seemed to find that funny. "Different how?"

Alec didn't have a response for that, so he changed the subject. "Well since you're both so familiar, why don't you give her the run down instead? Jace has a mission report to turn in."

That made Y/n chuckle. He didn't get a response out though, before Simon piped up. "Okay but actually I do want to address that. Why is Y/n okay and chill and whatever, but Clary who actually does belong here isn't? And why am I? Does Y/n have crazy skills or something?"

Y/n turned his smile toward Simon, and even as he paused to sigh, no one else spoke. Like his movement had captivated everyone in the room. He commanded an air that left no room for those around him to question who had the most authority in the room. Izzy wore her power on the tips of her fingers - delicate, quick, and strong. A grip that didn't let you go. Alec wore his power on his shoulders - stiff, solid, and broad. A firm and dependable form that didn't waver. Jace wore his power in his jaw - grating, tense, and locked. A surging wave of force that didn't cease. Y/n... he wore his power on his lips. In his smile; dancing out with his words; wrapping around you as he spoke; catching your eyes as he moved; pulling you forward as he opened his mouth. All he had to do was intend to respond and everyone was ready to hear what he would say.

"No crazy skills," Y/n responded, and it was like a slow motion reel had shot back into normal time again. Clary let go a breath that she didn't realize she was holding. "I can see through the mist and that was enough to throw them for a loop. Now I'm just good at keeping everything in order and such. Do a lot of cleaning and cooking. Putting books in the right place in the library. Running errands. The such. I can go wherever I want, whenever I want, and I won't tip anyone off due to any tattoos or odd behavior." Despite herself, Clary laughed along with Y/n as if she had been cued. Some part of her wasn't surprised when she heard Simon do the same.

Clearing his throat as he remembered himself, Simon tried to keep sturdy and questioning. Tried to play the outraged, and protective. "So you're an intern?"

Y/n's eyes shone with amusement. "Something like that. I'm a great fighter but can't use any of the weapons needed to kill demons so I'm basically useless in the field. However - I'm a great sparring partner. It's more that I'm just a great convenience. I keep things running a lot more smoothly. Encourage people to take a break and relax. Building that healthy atmosphere. Keeping minds clear and helping people stay well rested. More... a mom friend than an intern."

After a second, Simon nodded. "That's kind of cool."

"It's super awesome," Y/n agreed.

Clary found herself still curious though. "You said you're a great fighter. Did they teach you?"

Izzy was the one who responded here - and Clary found that subconsciously, she knew Izzy would. That Y/n preferred not to speak about it. That he'd rather someone else filled in what they knew from an outside perspective. "He sort of showed up out of nowhere about ten years ago. Really young, taken heavy damage, and gripping a mace. Mumbling about monsters with evil in their eyes and darkness on their tongue."

Clary's eyes widened. "Demons?"

Y/n nodded. "There are other monsters in this world - the kind from stories almost completely forgotten. The mist protects the Institute from mundanes the same way it protects them from these monsters. I fought those monsters for years, but my mace was only made for them. I didn't have any holy metals for demons, and meeting them for the first time was... startling."

"Wait how can monsters be separate from demons?" Simon asked.

"The same way that Gods are separate from angels," Y/n responded without missing a beat. "Demons and the such - the underworld - are all spawned from angels, and their opposites. Monsters were created from the Earth itself, same as humans were, but were created at a different time with different plans and different intentions. The metals that kill monsters couldn't hurt a human, but they also wouldn't hurt a demon or any of those related." He chucked lightly. "It's a little complicated."

Clary frowned. "You say it almost like... there are other people like you. People who fight the monsters."

Y/n smirked. "Good catch, Clary. There are." He hesitated a moment then added, "My mother's side of the family are monster hunters. We've always protected people from the monsters the same way Shadowhunters protect people from demons and their related parties."

"Then why are you here and not with them?" Simon seemed lost on his curiosity, and completely missed the way Alec, Izzy, and Jace simultaneously went rigid. Clary sucked in a silent breath, almost ready for Y/n to completely lose it with those reactions.

He didn't. He did tense, his voice a little strained just barely, but he still retained that easy relaxation he had held this entire time. The ease he reflected onto other people, making them relax too. Even now he seemed to be just fine, and if Clary hadn't seen the other three react she wouldn't have known better as he responded, "Those in my family start very young and aren't expected to live very long. It was... demoralizing to just be treated like a weapon. A line of defense, or an errand boy to be sent to deal with the problems the important people couldn't. Here, I'm a person. And I can help others feel like people too." He smiled and the tension in the room dissipated. "And... I suppose at the risk of being cheesy, I can admit that there is definitely someone specific worth staying for."

His eyes trailed smoothly to Jace and Clary's eyes widened.

Oh.

Jace cleared his throat, his lips finally curling into that smile he had been repressing before. "How about we talk about this more over dinner? Do you still need to prepare anything Y/n, or-?"

"It's all ready to go." Y/n motioned forward and when everyone began to walk, he stepped in time with them. He ended up next to Simon to immediately launched into-

"So you keep calling it the Mist. Is that the thing that keeps most people from seeing what's actually happening? Like a filter? The others don't use that word."

Clary tuned out. She thought about how nice it was to be around Y/n. How everyone had become so much more pleasant and warm the second he was around. She was grateful every second she spent here, that he was there with her. And she had known then that they would be friends, but was still surprised at just how much she would come to truly love and care about him. How big of a part of her life he would become.

She might be looking for her mom, But until she found her, Y/n was very good at filling the hole that she left behind. Soon, the Institute became a home. And Clary didn't mind it like she thought she would.

Even when she got thrown for another spin when she found out that Valentine was her father, and Jace... was her brother.

One step at a time, Clary. Handle it one step at a time.

-

"This is not a good idea."

Clary felt the room's temperature drop several degrees. Her eyes wide, she looked over at Y/n. He stood in the doorway, and seemed to take up every part of it, even though she knew he was smaller built than Jace was. Y/n had always had this effect, taking up more space and seeming bigger than he actually was. But it was usually comforting. Like a blanket, or the arms of a parent. Now...

For the first time since Clary had met him, Y/n looked angry. His face was set - cold and firm as stone. His eyes were hard, the color dark and his gaze piercing. He had been the best at controlling and expressing his emotions. His softness and comfort came through even when Clary had a break down because of the mind games Valentine was playing. His understanding and forgiveness did not falter when Jace left them for Valentine, lost in his own head, and then came stumbling home in a mess. He did not even miss a beat or have to catch his breath when Izzy got addicted to vampire blood or Simon got turned into a vampire and then could walk in the daylight, or Magnus crashed Alec's wedding and they kissed in the middle of the ceremony.

To see him so different now was more than just shocking. Clary realized that she had come to believe very deeply that Y/n didn't get angry. He didn't lose control. That wasn't the case of course now. He he looked like the edge of a steel blade. Sharp, dangerous, and merciless.

The only one in the entire room of supernatural beings that could respond to the mere human was Izzy of all people.

"It's the only plan we have. We need that necklace."

Y/n's jaw worked. He had not been there for the conversation as far as Clary knew - and if Y/n could be unnoticed in a room he was in, she would be surprised to find out - but he didn't question her or seem confused on the severity of the situation. They had been talking for the last hour about how there had been an old myth about a weapon that was just as affective as a seraph blade. One that could be used by anyone - even humans. Y/n's life had been out in danger in all the break ins and had almost died several times. It was thanks to his agility that he hadn't been lost altogether. So of course most of them were driven to find the weapon so that Y/n could finally be able to properly defend himself. But... the sword was locked in a vault that could only be unlocked with an amulet that was hoarded by a clan of vampires.

Vampires that were feral, unhinged and near animalistic. Raphael had tried to go in and make negotiations and had lost three people trying to get out. These vampires... they weren't like any others any of the Shadowhunters had met. At best they'd just have to do a raid and hope for the best. With the numbers though, it didn't look good.

With Jace leading the mission, there was no question as to why Y/n would be against it. That's why they hadn't included him. He was bias, and would stop them. They needed to do this.

So how had he found them, and how did he seem to know all of the things they had tried so hard to hide from him?

Finally Y/n spoke. "Fine."

Every pair of eyes in the room went a mile wide. "Fine?" Izzy asked, whispering as if she spoke too loud it would break the very obviously thin level of self control Y/n was using.

Y/n just shrugged. "I do not want you to go because it will put the people I love in extreme danger. You have to go so that in the future, I will not be in as extreme amounts of danger as U've been in up until now. To ask you not to go, not to chase this, would be like asking myself not to worry when you guys leave tonight." He sighed. "You're going to go anyway. It's not like you'll take me with you to help. So." Then he shrugged, not looking at anyone before turning and leaving the room.

Jace swallowed, turning to face the others. "It'll all be better and fixed when we come back and have the sword so Y/n can defend himself. For now, we have a mission to focus on. Come on."

Both men were right - there was nothing else to say right now. So they left, heading to the run down and abandoned church the vampires were stationed in. There were catacombs underneath the church that the vampires actually lived in. They had booby trapped it and even if they hadn't, all the twists and turns made it near impossible for any outsider to have even equal playing field in a battle - let alone the upper hand. It would be down to timing, coordination, skill... and luck.

To be fair to everyone present, they lasted a very long time before things went terribly wrong.

When it did go to absolute shit though, everyone was pretty sure they were all absolutely done for. Well, at least, until Y/n showed up.

“Drop your weapons.” There was no roughness or authority in his voice when he gave the command like there usually was when he inputted into something. His voice was too smooth and melodic for that. So beautiful it almost hurt to hear. All of them - including the vampires - were so distracted by the wonderful sound, and especially about hearing it again, that they obeyed. It made no sense, but completely juman normal mundane boy Y/n waltzed into the middle of the battle. His hand bounced from vampire to vampire, finger tips tracing skin to keep them focused on him. “Go to sleep. You’ve been fighting these mean people who came into your land and demanded a price that was too high. I’ll take care of them. It’s okay.”

As if in a trance, the vampires all floated off.

Y/n reached into the crypt, yanking out the sword the Shadowhunters had been going after. They had been close to getting it when the plan had gone to hell after they were found out. Now he held it tightly, knuckles white and eyes tense with anxiety as he turned to his friends. “Back to the car. Quickly.”

“What just...” Clary managed, voice too airy - like she couldn’t quite catch her breath.

“Not now,” Y/n snapped. “Back to the safety of the institute first. My charm won’t last long and I don’t know if I can appeal to their natural impulses like that again without catching them off guard.”

They all filed into the car, and headed back to the institute. It wasn’t until they were safe inside and huddled around in a circle that they all felt part of their bodies again. They had been floating before... almost detached, content to sit and obey and smile.

Alec was displeased. “What was that?” He demanded.

Y/n sighed. “Okay so... I sort of lied when I first came here.”

“What?” Jace was the one to speak up next. He had been lied to by so many people, so many times... if this was another manipulation.... he wouldn’t be able to handle it. He already felt his heart squeezing in his chest.

Y/n shot him a regretful, apologetic look. “I beg that you guys at least try to understand. You’re all half angel - you believe in one God. Waltzing in and telling you that there’s actually an entire pantheon... it was a lot. Not to add that I’m the child of one of those Gods-“

“You’re a demigod?” Simon squeaked.

Y/n winced. “Well... Yeah. My dad is human, but my mom is a goddess. She’s the reason I can see through the Mist. Her side of the family - all like me. We have ADHD and dyslexia because we’re built for power and battle, not sitting still and paying attention. I mean, my eyes were meant for Greek, not English. A lot of weird shit is kind of going on here.”

Izzy’s eyebrows furrowed. “Do gods often have kids?”

“Most of them,” Y/n answered. “I have a lot of cousins.”

“Which Pantheon are we working with?” Came the next question, from Clary.

Y/n chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s a little complicated to say. I mean, all of the pantheons coexist in different ways. Sometimes as completely separate beings, or sometimes as different sides to the same coins. When my mother had me, she was her Greek self - Aphrodite. So I take after that part of her.”

“And that’s what you did earlier when you bosses us around and we all just... listened?” Izzy’s eyes were wide, but with awe more than anything.

Y/n smiled at her enthusiasm. As the shock wore off, everyone else seemed to be following the same general emotional path as well. Except Jace... he stayed silent and became impossible to read. Y/n tried not to focus on it. Jace needed time to process and everyone else had questions that needed answers until then. “That’s what I call Charm Speak. If I really try, I can sway someone into doing what I want them to do. I’ve never used it on any of you,” he added quickly as their eyes all went very wide. “I had a lot of people only like me because I was pretty or popular, and I spent a lot of time surviving off of the fact that I had this ability. I hate it. I wanted real friends and family and relationships - I wanted everything we experienced tl be voluntary.”

Alec nodded, relaxed a lot more than he was earlier. “It’s not far from what we are. You still-“

“Y/n, can we talk?” Jace finally piped up. Everyone else fell silent. “In private,” he added.

Y/n nodded and the two branches off and walked a little to be in complete privacy. “I’m... I’m sorry Jace,” Y/n whispered as they came to a stop, but still stayed quiet.

Jace swallowed, looking at his boyfriend. “I just need to know two things. I love you because of my own volition, right?” Y/n nodded immediately, and the earnest honesty in his eyes set Jace very much at ease. “And your love... for me... is the same? It’s not a byproduct from your mom being the Goddess of Love and all?”

Of all the things Jace could have been worried about, Y/n had not in a million years thought it would be that. “Of course.” He smiled a little, amused by memories as he thought back to what seemed another lifetime. “In fact, my siblings were never ones for serious relationships or actually falling in love. It was a sort of initiation to get someone to fall in love with us and then totally break their heart. Proved your place or whatever. I mean... Aphrodite is the goddess of lust and she thrives off of being beautiful and yearned for and such. She isn’t really the goddess of love - that Eros’ thing. Very big misconception.”

Jace smiled, amused at his boyfriend’s nerdiness showing. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Y/n raised an eyebrow at him, checking if this is what he thought it was.

Jace chuckled. He seemed absent of any of the worries and darkness of before. “Honestly Y/n, we just have a lot more in common now. I get to know more about you. You never talk about your family... I don’t mind this. Alec was right - we’re descended from angels. Clary’s sad is a terrorist. My parents are dead. Alec and Izzy’s dad is a dick and they’re barely forming a relationship with the only remaining adult in any of our lives. I... love you even more, if anything else.”

Y/n moved close to him, cupping his face for a moment before pulling into a slow, sweet kiss. Jace held his boyfriend around the waist, pulling their bodies as close as possible.

“I love you too,” Y/n whispered after they parted.

It was all that needed to be said. A new chapter of their relationship had begun, and they got to explore it together.

-

Male readers tag: @stuckoutsideofthebox

[trash-gobby]

How about a little NFSW with Brahms, maybe the reader has tried to leave the house to buy something and Brahms didn't take it well and will use all his weapons to stop the reader from leaving....

(Gone Sexual 😉 someone please stop me with these titles)

Word Count: 1.2K

Pairings: Brahms X GN!Reader

Characters: Brahms Heelshire, Reader

A/N: Heeeeyyy! Here is your Brahms NSFW fic. In fact my first proper mini-fic that NSFW (not including headcanons in this obvs). Also this is PWP so there isn't much build up to the "action" that takes place. Hopefully this is alright. It's also my first time writing smut for the internet to see, so I have no idea whether this is gonna be very good or not. I'd really appreciate any constructive criticism if there are moments that seem to OOC or inaccurate, as I am still learning and doing reading on how to improve my writing! I feel a little unsure of my own writing, if it's too boring and stuff so I hope y'all still like it anyway.

RATING: R 18+

Reader Pronouns = they/them

⚠️This is an 18+ post because of the NSFW!!! That means I DON’T encourage anyone who interacts with NSFW content who is underage. I’ve talked to other people who’ve been long time content creators and users of this website and I’ve come to the conclusion that I am not your parent and can’t control what content you consume. IF YOU SAY YOUR UNDERAGE IN YOUR PROFILE OR HAVE AN AGE UNDER 18 I WILL BLOCK YOU! Just consume responsibly, and know your limits. And If your a minor please DNI

Detailed warnings under the cut

Warnings!: hand job, hair pulling, dry humping, choking

It wasn't up for debate. You needed to go out and get some drain cleaner. It was the only way you were going to fix this particular problem with the drainage system in the bathroom. However, that meant that you were going to have to actually leave the house, and that was a whole other matter all together. Your gonna have to go through Brahms to do it, and you know you'll have to deal with a tantrum.

He sits on the floor in the living room tuning his violin when you enter into the doorway. Looking up, he places the violin down into its case and rises to meet you.

"So... Brahms, I know we've talked about the rules before," at your mention of them he cocks his head to the side almost in confusion, but the body language he gives is tense and ready for you to say something he doesn't like.

"I know I'm not supposed to leave you, but I really need to get drain cleaner and I can't get someone from the grocery store to pick it up a bring it here on such short notice," Immediately he takes several steps forward grabbing your shoulders hard enough that it hurts. Your going to have bruises later.

"Brahms I have to go," You manage to jerk yourself from his grasp and turn to leave, beginning to walk to the doorway.

"I'll get you something from the sweets shop on my way back, but this is important." Before you could even make it to the doorway you felt Brahms long limbs wrap around your waist and his body leaning into yours.

"No, stay," he said in his childish playful voice, leaning his head on your shoulder, the scruffy hair of his beard brushing against your neck.

"Brahms," you sighed, rolling your eyes and trying to unfold his arms from around you. This action only made him hold tighter, drawing you closer to him.

"Stay," This time his words weren't as soft or childish, but deeper and more serious. The cold porcelain of his mask nuzzling into your neck, causing a shiver to run up your spine. You were now in a precarious position. One where Brahms was either going to throw a tantrum of glom to you until you'd change your mind and give up. But this was not gonna be like all the other times. This time you were going to stand your ground.

"Brahms I have to do this please. If I don't fix this it will cause lots of problems for you and me later, and don't you want some candy? You love-"

Your words were taken from your lips as your felt Brahms hands ghost over a sensitive spot on your stomach.

"Brahms," you said with a slightly more stern voice, though the fight was starting to wane out of it.

"Y/N," there was an edge of something primal and desperate in Brahms voice as he brings one of his other hands to run it over your hair, then slowly cups your face. His fingers trace the line of your jaw line, lower and lower, until his hand found its way to your neck.

"I can make you stay?" It was asked as a question, almost like permission for him to continue whatever it was he was doing, though you were pretty sure you had an idea. As much as you wanted to get that damn drain cleaner, your body and mind were betraying you. Your mind focusing on every feather-light touch, and your face heating up, flushed.

Fuck it.

"Only if you can convince me. So, convince me," you whispered, placing one of your hands into Brahms black curls and pulling his ear to your lips, nipping lightly at it.

Your words seem to have an effect on him and you feel Brahms take a sharp intake of air. He tightens his hand resting around your throat, not so much that you can’t breathe, but enough that you know it’s gonna leave a bruise in the morning. His other wandering hand makes its way slowly down to your abdomen, dancing softly over your hypersensitive skin.

The heat of your arousal was prominent, as you felt yourself becoming aware in your most intimate places of every soft touch Brahms gave you. He was clearly also just as aware, for as he reached the waistband of your pants he hesitated.

"More?" he said, voice husky and whispered in your ear.

"I don't know why you stopped," you playfully snapped back playfully.

His grip on your throat tightens enough to silence you as his other hand makes its way lower, until you are overwhelmed by the sensation of his hand so close, yet not close enough. His teasing, playing just outside the area of finally giving you what you desire was only making you more excited.

You could also feel that you were not the only one eager to get things underway. Brahms body pressed up against yours, you could feel his throbbing cock pressing against you through both your clothes.

His hand eventually found its way to your sex, starting his ministrations slowly at first, making you whine deep in your throat. It felt so good to feel him on you, giving you this level of affection. Every touch sent sparks through your body, making you moan even louder.

Brahms responded with a sound of his own guttural sound, almost between a growl and a whimper, rubbing up against you from behind, creating friction between his hard cock and your body.

His strokes began to become more close together, in between your thighs, underwear wet, dripping with arousal. You could feel yourself quickly coming undone with every quick intake of breath, pressing yourself into his hand to create more of that sweet pressure on your sex.

"Please," you hissed as your climax edged closer and closer. Brahms responding by gripping your throat harder and really laying into the most sensitive spot which he knew drove you crazy every time. Your fingers found themselves winding through his coal black locks again pulling hard.

The wet sounds of flesh on flesh emanated from the living room along with your loud moan of his name as he brought you to the edge. All you could focus on was the overwhelming pleasure and that it was all coming from Brahms.

Your last thought before the dam of your mental and physical climax, was how this was all for you, to keep you here, and he'd definitely done a fantastic job of convincing you to stay.

The force of your orgasm made your knees almost buckle, shaking while being supported by his hands.

As your mind cleared from the haze of post-coital bliss, you detangled yourself from Brahms searching hands. He was breathing heavy and still hard as a rock.

Turning to face him, you licked your lips before placing your hand firmly on his chest, backing him onto the couch, crouching between his open legs as he sat heavily on its plush surface.

Brahms looked down at you heavily lidded eyes behind his mask capturing your every move.

"I can get the grocery people to deliver the drain cleaner with the rest of the groceries next week," you smiled.

[alithographica]

Okay I've been offline for a few hours since the original deviantArt DreamUp kaboom happened so I'm trying to piece together the myriad of things that happened in the meantime. I'm now seeing people call everyone who got mad about the situation "overreacting" and "defaulting to outrage" and I don't think that's quite right. I think perhaps a few people misunderstood some wording or didn't get the full picture, but that the overall anger was entirely well-placed.

I might not have everything 100% correct here because I was offline for a bit of the action. If that's the case, let me know—I'd like to get the full picture because I'm still deciding what to do about my dA accounts too.

Disclaimer: This is not a discussion of whether AI art is art or is good or worthwhile. This is just about the dA situation.

(Long post under the cut)

The events as they happened until this afternoon:

AI generators have long been scraping dA, among other art sites, for images. Artists widely regard this as shitty. dA had no say in this either.

dA announced that an opt-out is now available (though everyone is opted-in by default, and opting out is a tedious manual process)

dA also announces their own ethical-er AI that credits artists

From that point I went offline for a few hours. I return to

News that the dA Twitter team was awful to some artists who were voicing concerns about this

People insisting it was an overreaction and dA isn't being scummy (the Twitter team sure, but not dA's site team) and

As a result of pushback, dA has now made all work default opted-out.

From where I'm sitting now catching up on the developments...I don't think we really misunderstood dA's original intentions? This sucks? I think some people are being too quick to defend dA here and point fingers at us for being reactionary.

Yes, our images were being used by 3rd party sites without our consent prior to this. Yes, it's nice that we can now opt-out, and I appreciate dA's efforts here. Genuinely, I do. I also appreciate the labeling of AI art and allowing users to choose whether they see AI art or not.

However, it blows that this was originally launched as default opt-in. Several people said "easier opt-out is coming, you're all being dramatic" but I think this was disproven by just how quickly that opt-out came. If they had always intended to make it default opt-out then they should've waited a few more hours or days for that to be done before launching this project/announcement.

I think the default opt-out only came because everyone spoke up and said "hey, wait—we knew AI engines were scraping us without your consent, dA, but now you've just said they DO have consent unless we say otherwise."

To repeat: This blows, and people were right to be angry! Even setting aside how long it would take some people to mark every one of their works as opt-out, even setting aside a single mass opt-out button, having it be default opted-in means that inactive and deceased artists are fair game, just because they didn't say no to a technology that popped up years after they uploaded their work.

Don't get me wrong, I appreciate when someone says "mea culpa, we listened and corrected ourselves". We should adjust to new information! But I think it reveals their intent, which is still the core problem here. Prior to the backpedaling, why were things launched like this?

My guess: If I take dA at its word that deviations were not directly used to train DreamUp, then we have to look at how DreamUp WAS trained. dA confirmed it was trained off of Stable Diffusion which was trained in the usual way (that is to say, unethically by dA's own standards!) and dA was just telling us "hey we've been doing this anyway and now we're letting you know kthxbai".

dA wanted things default opt-in because—again, I'm guessing but it tracks—if they made things default opt-out, the field for future AI training (including updates to Stable Diffusion and therefore DreamUp) would thin, and they would come under fire for using so much provably-opted-out material in their training already (which has happened anyway with the new default). They were ensuring the field would continue to be seeded rather than making a very safe guess about how this would go over.

(Transcript in alt text)

I think it's fair to call that hypocrisy.

I appreciate that dA is trying to shift culture towards an ethical AI model that credits artists...though I believe only certain things will be credited, like if you were explicitly named in a prompt, so...ethical-lite, really. Despite that wrinkle, yes, I think other AIs should do this.

However this ignores the issue that I suspect many, many deviantArt users do not want their art being used in AI at all, even if credited. deviantArt saying "we're protecting you from outside AIs!" does not fix that the call was coming from inside the house this time.

THAT is what people are mad about.

Speaking of, how DID they think this would go over? dA dipping its toes into the AI scene with their own AI, a famously controversial topic amongst non-AI artists? Can't ignore that DreamUp is pay to play too—dA is making money off of DreamUp, just like the other AI engines.

If we shake dA's hand for speaking up for us, we also have to recognize that their other hand is going behind our back and taking a piece of the pie. If you can't beat 'em, monetize 'em I guess.

Also, you may see another opt-out form floating around: You can apply to opt out of having your specific name(s) allowed in DreamUp prompts, though it's heavily implied that they'll only be removing big name artists...Which I suspect is because those are the artists who are already in the unethical training set. Basically, "hey you might appear in this—let us know if you don't want that! But we're not going to tell you who's in there and who's not so just let us know if it might be you."

In my eyes this is (1) admission that yes, dA artists ARE in that set because of how it was originally sourced and (2) allows them a little wiggle room with that nasty default opt-out, because these artists were violated prior to the opt-out and are, in fact, what a substantial portion of the AI model is based on so any AI engine (including an ethical one!) would be reluctant to remove them.

Am I misunderstanding anything here? Because I'm seeing one clear fool at fault who was only cowed by the backlash.

As a final note, there's still one sticking point that is likely outside of dA's control: I suspect the new "noai" command, while a clear mark of non-consent, does not actually prevent 3rd party AIs from continuing to scrape deviations. It now violates dA's ToS to use a noai image, but does that have any teeth? Will dA go to bat for us if other AIs don't respect noai? (I don't think we have the answers to this right now, but it's something to keep an eye on.)

Anyway, I'll stop talking for now. Really feeling like an old timey blog here on tumblr dot com.

[ostrichmonkey-games]

DEATHGRIND!!MEGASTRUCTURE Design Dive

Wow this has been sitting in my drafts, mostly finished for ages now. Anyways, time to release it to the wilds.

A few weeks ago I released a new game (editor's note: it has now been more than a few weeks), DEATHGRIND!!MEGASTRUCTURE for the Together We Go Jam over on itch. Together We Go is a design guide/SRD based on Down We Go, which itself is under the often nebulous umbrella of "OSR" gaming. In this case, it's the snappy mechanics, emphasis on anti-canon, relatively high lethality, and emphasis on the table's creativity is what puts it under that umbrella, imo. I'd consider it part of the maybe post-osr or N(ew)SR but that's a discussion for another time and for people who understand that scene better than me. I was drawn to TWG b/c it's a pretty simple framework with a cool twist on the typical OSR style of classes.

Rather than picking a class, you invest levels into multiple classes as you progress, with each class having its own set of cool abilities and more importantly, bonuses. One class might give you a bonus to hit things, another increases your defense. Stuff like that. It's pretty fun! A full breakdown on DWG/TWG could be fun sometime.

Now, time for the DEATHGRIND!!MEGASTRUCTURE stuff beneath the cut! It's long!

WRITING AND DESIGN

Anyway, DGMS. Originally I had the brain-blast of a title for the eventual game; Hyperpop Megastructure. Which honestly, could be very fun to revisit, but I scrapped that angle because I didn't want to do too much on the layout/graphic design side of things (editor's note; he did in fact do too much on the layout/graphic design side of things) and a hyperpop inspired game should have a wild layout. Also I'm just not familiar enough with the genre to really do it service -lmao.

I stuck with the Megastructure part for the time being and started brainstorming the potential classes (since those make the mechanical core of the game). Below are the early versions straight from my notes;

These were the initial outlines for the classes (a 4th was added later) and really set the tone for the rest of the game (and it marks the first appearance of the FRACTALDEATHMACHINE). By that point, I knew I wanted to do something inspired by BLAME! by Tsutomu Nihei. Its the first thing I always think of when the word "megastructure" comes up. Honestly, it's a very formative piece of sci-fi for me.

I wanted to push DGMS weirder. Just go all out on the nonsense. Together We Go games don't rely on a lot of setting exposition. The information of the world is found within the mechanics, random tables, gear, and factions that are presented.

This is what forms the central idea of an "anti-canon". You (the writer) give just enough info on the world and setting for the table to get started, but the details, the lore and truths about that world emerge at the table as the Referee/GM and players explore and interact with what is on the paper.

The FRACTALDEATHMACHINE is the biggest example of this anti-canon in practice. All the table gets is a brief description of a few general things. The FDM is hungry, it is ancient, and it is always pursuing the TOWER. A few other places in the text provide more spaces for the table to explore by prompting the players and GM to come up with "terrible truths" about the nature of the FDM.

What is this insight? Why is it considered terrible? Go find out!

For DGMS I wrote a relatively short bit relaying the premise of the game to readers; you play as POST_human remnants within the ancient megastructure the TOWER which is constantly under threat by the ravenous FRACTALDEATHMACHINE.

Side note, I absolutely went bananas with funky proper nouns and formatting. Small things like that can really help convey the tone of the game!

And that's really about it for the setting assumptions. More details are tucked into descriptions of the factions, gear, classes, and locations you get to explore, but there aren't any answers out there. Its all up to the table to find those answers for themselves! What is the FRACTALDEATHMACHINE, why is it devouring the TOWER, can you stop it? Who knows!

Go find out!

MECHANICS

The core game mechanics fit onto a single page, and aren't really changed too much from the base TWG system. In general, its a straightforward "roll over a difficulty value" using a d20.

Three of the four classes give a special bonus either to hit things, defense, or "hacking" - the undefined "magic" of the game. The fourth class, the DLVR, gets a special situational bonus that implies something about their place in the world - a special bonus against ARCHITECT relics - something which furthers the potential for the table to explore the anti-canon. What exactly is their link to the ARCHITECTS?

Outside of the core mechanics and classes, there are two major parts of the game (and two slightly more minor-ish parts). The LAYERS of the TOWER and the CTY_enclave. LAYERS are effectively unmapped "dungeons". They are dangerous sections of the world where the "outside" adventures happen.

DWG uses mapped dungeons as its, well, dungeons. I've never been hugely into running or playing through mapped dungeons (though I appreciate a well thought out dungeon!) And also I'm lazy. So unmapped it is. LAYERS are essentially a compact list of hazards, hostiles, and interesting tid-bits for the referee to use to whip up something fun and dangerous.

TWG games have a punchy, fast-paced, high-lethality action, so in DGMS, I was far more concerned with providing refs a general template and list of Interesting Things, than complex maps or complicated enemies. The ref does far more responding to player actions than they do planning out complicated encounters. It is perfectly easy, in this sort of game, to just toss something at the players and see what happens!

Couple that with mechanics such as "reaction rolls" (randomly determining how NPCs react to players) and the ref's job starts to become plugging a few random variables into a mechanical procedure, seeing what gets spit out, and then asking players what they do next, and then continuing the whole loop! I love procedural gameplay, and could, and probably will, write more on that another time.

Aside from being the places where most of the adventures happen, LAYERS are also another way to package Interesting World bits. One of my favorite parts about writing for/designing this style of game, is that you rarely need justification for putting something in. I can say that in one LAYER, players will face a "MACHINE!!GOD blastula". And that's it! Everything about the nature of that thing is going to emerge at the table, and will almost always be way cooler than whatever deep lore I could have written for it! (Now, this doesn't mean that I don't enjoy writing some Dense Exposition, but time and place and all that).

The other half to the LAYERS is the CTY_enclave; the players homebase and secondary adventure site. I whipped up a quick mapping procedure for creating your CTY_enclave, and it shifts every time the players return to it from their adventures. There are different modules within the CTY. In some you can buy stuff, others you can get information and recover health. Some hide valuable resources but also equally hidden danger.

Just like LAYERS, I wanted to embed story-potential, that delicious anti-canon, into the CTY. Little nuggets of Ideas like, Conduit Riders in the middle of a death race, machine monks transporting a metal sarcophagus (that has a small chance of containing a copy of one player!), or gaining the ability to commune with the FRACTALDEATHMACHINE itself, are breadcrumbs that could turn into larger story beats and adventures if the players and table invest their own interpretation and meaning into them!

Aside from that, the main Design Bit I did for the CTY is the mapping method. A hub location is part of the TWG vibe, but I felt that one, mapping using dice is fun, and two, a constantly, randomly shifting hub really suited the tone and setting of the game.

The last two main parts of the game are the gear and hostile lists. Again, they have surface purposes - cool stuff to Get, cool stuff to Fight (and get killed by) - but also help provide more of that anti-canon scaffolding (I am really going to need to do a whole thing on anti-canon at some point).

LAYOUT AND GRAPHIC DESIGN

And here's where my hubris caught up with me. What initially was going to be a nice, simple, streamlined layout, ended up being over the top. But it was super fun to make, so no need for me to learn any lessons here.

When designing layout, I tend to start with some cover ideas and mockups. Since BLAME! was such a large thematic inspiration, I also looked at its covers (specifically the Master Edition versions). I love the brutalist inspired graphic design, and wanted to carry that into DGMS, and then add a layer of grunge and wear and tear to it as well.

I played around a lot with masks and textures (there's literally a picture of concrete that I turned into a texture) before eventually landing on the looks you can see on the cover. Then it was also a matter of perusing fonts for text, headers, etc, etc.

For the interior, I made heavy use of Lone Archivist's Graphic Archive asset packs. They rule. Buy them here.

I made my life infinitely more difficult by making every single page different and unique, but it was also a fun art project, so I don't regret that. I didn't spend too much time on typesetting, because this was technically a game jam entry (though I did clean it up later when the game ended up getting printed).

And honestly, that takes us to the end. My process was kind of all over the place for making the final version, a lot of jumping between the text and layout. But it ended up being a very fun project with one of my favorite final results.

If you're interested in picking up the game yourself, you can snag the digital version off my itch page HERE (there's currently a handful of free community copies if you wanna try before you buy) and if you're interested in print copies, Plus One EXP has you covered over HERE.

Spencer of Gila RPGs also made a fantastic 5-minute overview of the game you can watch;

And! Tony hosted a stream that I GMed if you want to see how the game is in action;

But yeah, DEATHGRIND!!MEGASTRUCTURE. It's one of my favorite games I've made!

[vro0m]

"What happened is a real scandal."

Here is a homemade, not so great translation of that VERY STRAIGHTFORWARD Toto interview that I mentioned yesterday.

I’ll put most of it under a cut because it’s long.

Please note that all comments are from the journalist himself and that he is indeed an asshole.

(Source : Le Matin Dimanche, 20.11.22)

Last year, your team felt like they were the victim of a terrible injustice. How can one bounce back from such a situation?

(In perfect French.) Oof, it's a difficult question. (He pauses.) The only way to come back from it is to remember that, after all, it's only sport... The world isn't at stake! But of course, all of us, in the team, we give everything and we all believe in the... "stopwatch's honesty". In Abu Dhabi, the stopwatch wasn't honest. The one who was the fastest (note : Lewis Hamilton) didn't win because of... (Another pause.) Well, the word "mistake" wouldn't be appropriate to describe what happened. It's rather a real scandal. But the worst thing... Was that the entire world, the other teams, the media, everyone decided that that's how it is, and that what had happened, after all, wasn't particularly unacceptable.

What if it was you who had won the title that way?

I think we would have been a lot more humble. We would without a doubt have said that the race gods were on our side that day, but that we understood that it was hard to accept for Red Bull. Whereas last year, on the contrary, the Red Bull people didn't say anything like that. They partied like for a real title won in normal conditions. Frankly, it made our loss even more difficult to digest.

Could such a situation happen again someday?

I don't think so. The situation is much better now, the decisions are taken with more transparency. Everything that has happened around the cost cap affair (note : in which Red Bull has been condemned last month for breaching the budget) showed that the federation now admits its mistakes. Look at what happened with Gasly in Suzuka, the situation has been analysed immediately and the problem corrected (note : when Pierre Gasly found himself on track facing a crane under the Suzuka rain, reminiscent of the accident that caused the death of Jules Bianchi in 2014). Formula 1 needs honest and transparent policemen, and I think it's now the case. I don't believe that what happened in Abu Dhabi could happen again.

Why?

Because that day, several dysfunctions lined up : what the race director did was nonsense, and right after, we filed an appeal with the stewards. They, that night, should have corrected the injustice, that's what they are here for. But, pardon my French, they didn't have the balls to correct the mistake, or to at least send the affair in front of an appeal court. Everyone wanted a champion right away and they decided to confirm the result of the race. Even if it was unfair, and they knew it was.

Do you still think about it?

Always. Every day.

You're leading a 1500 person team. It must sometimes create very difficult challenges...

No, frankly, I don't find my job difficult. I'm at ease, in my comfort zone! Well, there's always decisions to make but that's nothing. You know, in my life, I've known such delicate situations, in my childhood in particular, that this doesn't do anything to me. (Note : his dad suffered from brain cancer and died during his son's teenage years.) This sport, I feel so good in it that I feel no pressure. Of course, being behind the others, like this year, annoys me. But it's a... Let's say positive annoyance. Wanting to beat them excites me.

During the qualifications and the races, when the cameras show you in the garage, you seem impassive. What are you thinking about?

Yes, well, sometimes I react in ways I'm not proud of. (He smiles. He's alluding to the 2021 Saudi Arabian GP, during which he broke his headset in anger.) I try to stay calm and focused. I perceive everything happening around me. It's to stay lucid, to try to manage the best way I can. It's a little bit like a plane pilot : if one panics, one does a bad job. And when I lose my cool, it's when I feel an injustice. When I threw my headset in Jeddah, it was when Verstappen braked right in the middle of the straight and Lewis hit him. I thought our championship chances were lost.

You have a busy life between your Monaco apartment, your Oxford house, your wife who is leading a Formula E team, and your 5 year old son. With next year's 24 grand prix, how will you manage all these lives?

It might look complicated as far as travelling goes, yes. But I have a very stable family situation. My marriage is fantastic, it could not have been better, our organisation is perfect. Monaco is our base, that's where I have my office, where Jack goes to school, where a lady takes care of him when we're gone. But when we're there, we take care of him. As far as personal life goes, I feel on top! At the moment (note : the interview took place in Mexico) Susie and the little one are in Oxford, because there's a school holiday in Monaco. Once I go home, his grandparents will take him camping. He loves it. In the meantime, Susie and I will go to Lisbon for one of our sponsors. Then we will go back to Oxford to get Jack on Sunday and we will be back in Monaco for school. It's our life. We've always done it like this, it runs smoothly.

What regrets do you have?

Oh, a lot! (He laughs.) I could have taken better decisions sometimes in this or that race, details like that. My biggest regret is that my first marriage didn't work. Because happiness for me is spending time with my family. You know, we spend a lot of days together. When I go to a grand prix, it's minimal service. I leave on Thursday and I'm back Sunday night (note : in private jets, it's faster !). The rest of the time, I'm available for my family.

This year, after 8 titles, you will probably end up third in the constructor standings. It must be difficult...

It's a rather complicated situation. (He thinks.) After that much success, it's normal we felt a drop in enthusiasm in our team. Imagine if you celebrated Christmas 8 times a year rather than once. The eighth time, you probably won't be as excited as the first (note : admitting Christmas excites you in the first place). What motivates me, as I said, is precisely trying to get back to winning.

Why didn't it work this year?

We lost because we didn't predict the consequences of the regulation changes that happened this winter correctly (note : with the return of the ground effect). We didn't see the porpoising (note : the bouncing) coming, neither in the wind tunnel, nor in the simulations. It surprised us. For me, it was difficult to see our engineers not understanding what was happening. But to get back on top, the whole team is even more motivated now than during our successful years. Winning in F1, it's only about mastering the laws of physics, there's no mystique in it!

What do you think of the whimsical outfits worn by your driver, Lewis Hamilton ? Do you also sometimes allow yourself some fashion whims?

Mmmh, I have to tell you what happened this summer. (He smiles.) I was in Los Angeles to visit my eldest son, who studies there. That evening, I was in a restaurant with a shirt given to me by Daniel Ricciardo, with a rather fancy design – I love his clothing line. The Mercedes photograph was there, he's an artist. He gave me Oakley glasses, 80's style, took a picture of me and posted it on our Instagram account. Susie called me immediately to tell me I looked like an idiot, that I looked like Borat... All this to say I need to accept that I am a certain age, and so I cannot wear just anything I want like Lewis does! But I try to stay young, at least in my head. And I put hydrating creams on my face, it's an advice from Lewis. I do what he tells me to...

What does Lewis represent for the Mercedes team?

Lewis has an immense place in our team. More than that : he's an integral part of it. And he's going to stay for a long time, believe me. Formula 1 is his life... And we will get that eighth title together!