#Shout out to the 9 circles of hell

[arthur-lesters-glabella]

Hozier really repeats the line “I would burn the world to bring some heat to you” an exact 9 times in Hymn to Virgil for the 9 circles of Hell-

[charliemwrites]

Woof woof… whimper

(Part 10… but technically a continuation of part 9)

Content: Dub-Con/Non-Con, Knotting

It takes your cock-addled brain a second too long to process what Soap’s just said. What he’s implied. And by then he’s all ready for you to buck against him, confused and angry.

“That’s so — that’s not funny!” You shout.

But he’s got you pinned thoroughly, your chest flat against the mattress and your ass flush against his hips. His cock buried so deep you can feel the hot head of it bullying the deepest parts of you. All your struggling does is make you clench up tight around him, makes him feel that much bigger and meaner inside you. Makes him grunt low and ragged in your ear, all animal appreciation.

“I’m not laughin’,” he replies, nipping at your shoulder.

“G-get off of me, get out, get—”

His hand slides into your hair again, gets a firm hold at the roots and presses your face into the blankets, muffling your protests. Shushes you like soothing a panicked animal.

“Now, now,” he chides, “I still gotta prove I’m not compensating, don’t I?”

You suck in a breath, squeezing your eyes shut. There have to be a million explanations other than the absolutely ludicrous one he’s just presented to you. Cameras, microphones….

How did he know where you live?

How did he know where the spare key was?

How did he know where your bedroom was?

How did he find you at the bar?

Stalker, you tell yourself. He’s a creep, you’ve always known that.

Then where’s your dog?

“N-no,” you warble, bucking again. Nearly scream as his cock twitches inside you; only reason you don’t is because you can barely breathe as it is. He’s so deep inside that he’s practically in your lungs. “No way you’re my — there’s no way. You’re crazy. I’m gonna— ah!”

He draws out as you speak, gradual, and then plunges in again all at once, cutting you off. Grinds his hips in a dirty circle too, burying himself as deep as he can.

“Aww, poor thing,” he coos. “S’alright, baby, I knew this would happen. We jus’ gotta get all those big, scary feelings out first. Then I can explain it all nice and slow.”

You try to scream at him. Try to curse him out, tell him there’s no way in hell you’re listening to a word he says now; never mind letting him spend another second with his dick in you.

All that comes out is a high-pitched keen as he starts fucking you without further preamble. It aches, but you can’t tell in what way. If it hurts, if it’s the best you’ve ever had. Both? Your nerves feel haywire, brain dragged to lust-stupid depths.

“See, there we go,” he rasps, punctuating with a sharp snap of his hips on that last word. “My perfect little mate. Your cunt was made for my cock, made to be bred by me. Isn’t that right?”

You try to shake your head, but his grip keeps you from doing more than sending electricity down your spine, hair pulled taut.

“Yeah it fucking is,” he growls to his own question, canting your hips back further. His fingers grip cruelly into the flesh, sure to leave bruises. You wish you didn’t enjoy the sensation, wish it didn’t make you spasm around him helplessly.

“‘Bout time I owned you right back, don’t you think?” He continues, never stopping or even slowing. You yelp as he tugs your necklace again, arching your back at a steep angle. “Even collared yourself up for me. All it needs is my name.”

Something about that drives some awful, slutty part of your brain fucking wild. The idea of you with a tight leather choker — a collar — with his name (you don’t think about what name) hanging from your throat…

“Like that, don’t you?” He chuckles meanly. “Who’s my good little slut? Who’s my perfect, soaked little breeding whore?”

Tears spring to your eyes as you realize the “I am” is right there on the tip of your over-saturated tongue. If you had air, brain cells, any ability at all, you’d be crying it to the ceiling like the toy he’s treating you as.

He’s going to ruin you, you think. He’s going to fuck you broken. You’re crying and wailing on his cock, think you’d actually throw a tantrum if he pulled out and left you on the edge right now. Would, you realize in horror, beg for him to keep going.

And then he snakes his hand around your hip and starts rubbing your clit — fast, hard little circles. Just the way you like; the way you’d do it yourself. Relentlessly and cruel, even when you try to writhe away from how fast you can feel yourself getting to the edge. Almost frightened by it, how quickly he’s mastered your body’s pleasure.

Frightened by the extra stimulation at your entrance, too. A little extra friction at first — shocking because you’re leaving a puddle on the sheets. But then the friction becomes pressure, becomes… more.

“W-wha….?” You slur, hips wriggling.

Soap (Johnny?) snarls in your ear and that feeling at your entrance grows. Feels, you realize with alarm, like stretching.

“Gonnae take my knot so well,” he rambles, accent thick like syrup, trickling into your empty brain, filling you up with meaningless sounds. “Plug you up full of my cum, breed you right just like you need.”

Any questions or confusion are whisked away by the extra stimulation at your entrance. The sensitive nerves getting just as much brutal attention as your inner walls, your cervix, that sweet spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back.

It all becomes too much all at once and crashes through you, devastating. You clamp down around him tight and needy, lean all your weight back into his thighs. And he practically howls as he sinks into you and stays, grinding and humping without ever actually pulling out again. You feel a flood of heat that seems to go on for an absurdly long time, cock pulsing against your overstimulated walls, milked for every last drop.

You shudder as your brain tries and fails to process it all. Like trying to decipher a foreign language from white noise. It’s nothing but static to you.

You can feel a tongue against your shoulder, scraped of blunt teeth. Soap/Johnny licking the sweat from your skin and nipping bruises into the flesh. You make an annoyed noise that comes out whinier than intended, shoving at his face.

“Get off, you bastard.” Your voice is pathetic, thick with tears and fractured in a hundred places.

“Can’t, bonnie, even if I wanted to.”

You scowl, try to look at him over your shoulder. He takes that opportunity to nuzzle against your temple.

“What?” You ask. “What are you talking about?”

“Did ye hear me?” He chuckles. “Well, maybe not with the way you were screamin’. You’re all knotted up, baby. Can’t pull out — ‘less you want this pretty pussy to tear.”

You jolt, nearly yank yourself off out of pure fear, but Johnny keeps you still again, humming.

“Easy now,” he croons. “Still fussy? Need another to settle down?”

Useless as your brain may be, it recognizes what he means by “another one.” You think you might pass out.

“No,” you snap, petulant even to your own ears. “I want you to explain… explain everything.”

“Alright, hen. C’mere.”

He gently lays you out prone on the bed, then rolls you both on your sides. Hitches your leg up over his hip. You want to protest, but it helps the ache in your poor cunt.

“H-how are you still hard?” You pant, traitorous pussy twitching around him.

He growls in your ear, can feel him grinning against the lobe. “Will stay that way for a bit, lass. Don’ worry, you jus’ have to lay here all nice and still. Keep me warm while I explain things to you.”

And he does. How there are shapeshifters out there in the world, rare as they are. That he comes from a line of them. Recruited to military, as most of them are.

How he was on standard patrol when he smelled you for the first time.

“Like a wet dream, bonnie. Fertile. Spring. Smelled like mine.”

How he instantly knew you were his mate. That he just needed to make you see it. Never a good time to explain it all to you — and then there were interlopers and your silly little books and your pesky toys. How he tried to drop hints around the house, let you come to the correct conclusion on your own. But you never did.

“Honestly it’s a good thing I’m here, hen. You’re so oblivious. Lived with a man and never even knew it.”

That he tried to go about it the other way ‘round, as a man, but you’re just so stubborn. And then how it all led up to tonight. To you finally, finally realizing what you really needed: your mate.

You should be angry, furious. There’s a lot to say about… well, all of it. It’s horrifying and violating and… and…

And he hasn’t stopped bullying your clit since he started talking. Cruel, tight circles. Drawing the hood back with two fingers and stroke with a third, slow and languid and just soft enough to make your head spin. Rhythmless taps. Even pinches when you try to chew him out at one point, half turning to scowl. Instead have his tongue lapping sloppily at yours as your mouth gapes open soundlessly.

Makes you cum twice just like that without ever interrupting his own story, cock still hilted — knotted deep inside you. Honestly, you probably miss a good portion of it, some of the finger details for sure. But you get the broad strokes (among other strokes).

He licks at your overstimulated tears when he’s finished, nuzzling and kissing your cheek.

“I-I miss my dog,” you mumble finally, hands balled against your chest.

“Aww, darlin’,” he sighs, sounding genuinely apologetic. “We’re one and the same. I’m always your boy no matter what form I take.”

It would be more comforting if his dick didn’t throb calling himself your boy.

“‘Sides, I’m better than a normal mutt,” he continues, tugging you against his chest. You want to hate that is instantly makes you feel a little better. “Wolves mate for life, after all.”

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Masterlist

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - It's odd rn but VERY PRETTY

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Oct 2024 Week 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

Jack & Joker (Thai Mon IQIYI) ep 4 of 12 - I love Joke so much! And I love War in this role so much. It’s great. This is a great show it’s such fun. The comedy is somewhat leaving me flat. But that’s normal for me in this kind of Thai BL. I also like Hope. I shouldn’t, but I do. I love the little girl character as well, and I do believe that Joke has found his scion in her.

(As per usual the grandma of this BL speaks for all of us.)

Kidnap (Fri YT) ep 5 of 12 - Coils be coiling. Mummy dearest is v hot. I do like the twist on the henchmen. It would’ve been really gut-wrenching if Q had put the rope around his own wrist the night that he slept by himself (or tried to). And they have now made "the promise that is destined to be broken" waves at trope. Meanwhile, great flirting. Next week being episode six we should be getting our kiss.

(Was GMMTV gently poking at Jack & Joker with that play-within-a-play reference to Jack as Min's stunt part?)

Fourever You (Thai Thurs YT) ep 1 of 16 - Sampler pack university BL from Wabi Sabi that's trying to be a gay Boys Over Flowers (4 older med student hot boys + frosh) and it’s exactly what I want right now. Is it good? No, not really. Do I care? Not at all. It is, in fact, boys over flowers... only boys no flowers. I really couldn’t want anything more than that. What can I say? I’m easy. I love a pining seme. I guess what I am saying is, I am trash for trash. Inject this shit directly into my eyeballs.

Love Sick 2024 (Thai Sun iQIYI) ep 3 of 15 - At least in this version they talk bit more with each other about what’s going on. (Then again in the original we didn't need it, the acting was so good.) Still it’s a lot more modern to see representation of communication, but but the previous version felt more honest to teen behavior. This open communication entirely changes the push pull dynamic of Phun & Noh's whole relationship. I actually LIKE that change because it makes it very different from the original. I’ve been hoping that this one would veer in a different direction. I'm enjoying that they've made it Phun with the long term crush, and that he’s sort of testing himself with heterosexuality. It is selfish, but it is also a very rich kid thing to do. I love the shouted confessions and the decision to not date. This is a really good twist on the original. I’m liking this a hell of a lot more now that it’s substantially changed in direction, if not in tone.

Monster Next Door (Thai Thurs Gaga ) ep 11 of 12 - It’s very sweet and wholesome. And everyone kisses pretty. And I do like the communication and green flag aspects of this show. But I'm also finding it a touch dull. 

Battle of the Writers (Sun YT) ep 9 of 12 - I don’t know. The pretending to be blind thing is weird. This whole show is weird. I’m kinda weirded out by it. I like the two side couples well enough, but we get barely any time with them at all.

I Saw You in My Dream (Weds Gaga) ep 12 fin - I like that they did come around to the dreaming thing as a major plot point in the end. Even though it felt like they forgot about it in the middle. And I liked that it was an inherited family trait. I didn’t expect that (should have, but I didn't). And I thought it suited this kind of drama, even if it was a little pat. The whole family helping at the very end was very sweet and a nice full circle for the narrative. (Like the Ae's family sort of adopting the next-door kids originally. 

Summation

A cute friends to lovers romance, that’s a little bit like the stepbrothers trope since these two grow up next-door to each other and in and out of each other’s lives. The paranormal element is about prophetic dreams, and it is threaded through the narrative even if it gets somewhat lost in the muddy middle. All in all, a sweet fun little series with decent chemistry. 8/10

Addicted Heroin (Thai Tues WeTV) ep 8 of 10 - I've totally forgotten what’s going on. There was another kidnapping. Maybe they’re actually dating now? I don’t know. Honestly, it won’t really matter cause everything will change by the end of this episode... again. That said, I did love the parental confrontation sequence. It’s not as good as in the original because it’s a lot more direct and modernized, but it was pleasingly aggressive. Which I weirdly appreciated for the military angle. The cross-dressing thing was odd. The dolls advertising thing is even odder. Jealous baby on sports day was good though.

Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - Why did I feel like I’ve seen this entire episode already. It’s just different characters saying the same thing to the main characters or flirting the same way or whatever. 

Live in Love (Sun Gaga) ep 5 fin - I did not like this ep at all. Fully half of it was evil backstabbing and some bullying and some sort of trying to engender sympathy for a friendship betrayal. And I was not on board. (Wouldn’t mind seen Hali and that cute kid in something together tho.) 

Conclusion

Basically this was a story about online relationships and how they interface with the real world, and in personal friendships, plus bullying of all types and some backstabbing and shipping. The acting was weak, the sound was terrible, and generally it was an old style pulp offering. It tried to deal with some interesting issues, but was awfully clumsy about it. 5/10 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Sugar Dog Life (Japan Sun grey) ep 9 fin - Such a great confession, so truthful and earnest and honest. And he’s also like that with his friends. And such a nice answer. I love that during the cool off they both realize how very much they both act like are boyfriends to each other all the time. Ooo running of the gays! And we even got a cute little smile kiss!!!! and an adorable boyfriend montage at the end. How unexpectedly satisfying of you, Japan!

Summation 

This is a phenomenally charming and adorable little romance about a forlorn university kid and the police officer who adopts him. They are relentlessly kind to each other, in fact it’s an extremely kindly show over all (everyone in it is so nice to everyone else including us) so there’s very little tension. But what it lacks in drive and complexity it makes up for in earnest acts of service and simple affection. These two are basically boyfriends from the get-go, it’s just one of them acts like it and doesn’t realize it and the other one realizes it and has to figure out how to make it a reality. It’s incredibly sweet and incredibly wholesome, nourishing but delicious. Everybody who can should watch this show. It will make you feel better about life. 

Easy 9/10 on this one from me.  

GO WATCH IT  

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 2 of ? - We have some semblance of a plot! Yay! Our BV tsundere character is secretly an online judge who whistleblows and exposes corruption in the school system. How very Pump Up the Volume. I am not mad about it. Also 2 of the prettiest seme bullies EVER. The epic pout-off with these bad boys. Be still my heart.

Our Golden Times (Hong Knong ??? YT) 1-4 of ? - Billed as a BL from Hong Kong I’m not sure we can trust this one to a get finished or be cohesive or have an HEA. But the optics are good. Everybody’s very pretty. It’s chaotic and clumsy and a little odd. But most of the stuff on my dash is these days, so what the hell? And ya know what, I kinda like it.

Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 4 of 10 eps - It remains entertaining but off kilter in that way that indicates 50% chance of ultimate dissatisfaction in the JBL pantheon. 

First Note Of Love (Taiwan Mon Gaga) ep 9 of 12 - I wish we knew a little bit more about Sea's background/family. Neil should just tell him what the hell is going on. Why wouldn’t he? Instead they artificially wedged the main couple apart for most of this episode and Orca wasn’t there at all? = Not a good episode IMHO.

It's airing but...

My Damn Business (Korea Sat ????) 7 eps - supposedly airing on Saturdays starting 10/5 have no roleand I found the trailer but nothing else.

The Hidden Moon (Sat WeTV) ep 1 of 10 - This is a supernatural romance (my ghost boyfriend trope) by Violet Rain (I Feel You Linger). A man is hired to write an article about an old mansion in Chiang Mai being converted into a café. He sees the ghosts of people who died at the mansion, falls in love with one of them. Was substantially recast. I loved IFYLITA except the ending so I think I'll let this one run it's course you can tell me if it's work tracking down... if they managed to land it. I have my doubts.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

Coming Oct 2024:

10/7 Every You Every Me (Thai Mon Gaga) 10 eps - Jade and Chin have lived over a thousand lifetimes. In each one they somehow manage to fall in love with each other. (This pair, TopMick was piloted in a My Universe ep, that was one of the only ones I liked.)

10/10 Eccentric Romance (Korea Thurs Viki & Gaga) 12 eps - Silkwood’s 2nd Thai/Korean colab, that has been in production since 2022 which is a LONG time in the BL world. I'm worried but I like the concept: friends of 10 years who’ve been hiding feelings for each other enter the same university. Plus MURDER.

10/10 Gangster and His Boyfriend (Korea Thurs ????) 8 eps? - Kim Dong Bin (famous trainee & idol reality competitor, yeah that happens) stars as a fallen idol who unexpectedly becomes entangled in a gangster family. Discovers that his friend’s father is responsible for the murder of his entire family years ago. I don't know much about this one, neither does anyone else and I'm not sure where I got that release date so……

10/21 Love in the Big City (Korea ????) 8 eps - Okay both a movie (already out) and a series. Neither one is likely BL and I can't imagine it will end happily. I'm giving both a pass but here's your synopsis.

Cynical fun loving student Young pinballs from home, to class, to on night stands. He and Jaehee, his female besie and roommate, frequent nearby bars where they push away their worries about life, love, and money with soju and hookups.

10/23 See Your Love (Taiwan Gaga Viki) 10 eps? - Zi Xiong, a third-generation heir, attempting to flee from taking over their family business, meets and falls in love with Shao Peng, who works as a hearing-impaired nurse. From the same production house as Kiseki Dear To Me in partnership with Shinehouse Theatre, funded by Taiwan’s BIGART + Japan's Rakuten (Viki). Show includes Lin Chia Yo (Be Loved in House: I Do). Director Chiang Ping Chen’s childhood experiences with his deaf uncle have inspired the drama.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I kinda love it when someone else does the prophetic claiming. Our Golden Times

Crumbs in Summer Nights but they very cute crumbs. We didn't even really get to see them get together but I'm glad that they are.

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in its infinite wisdom doesn't like too many at-ings.

[sinner-sunflower]

P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 19/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22, PART 23, PART 24, PART 25, PART 26

Another reminder that not all chapters are happening in continuous days. Sometimes a week or a month go by but I'm not gonna say that every chapter lajsdlajl

We are channeling our inner Lucifer who has no concept of time and feeling like the days are blending in with one another.

A short but SIGNIFICANT chapter

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Lucifer had never opened a portal so fast in his life. Hearing those outrageous words from Nifty made him sprung into action, not even caring that he's leaving Adam behind. He's pretty sure the guy will be fine even if he is bound within palace walls.

Maybe he should've asked Nifty to elaborate more because what the fuck does 'the sky is falling' mean?? But his daughter could be in danger so he'll figure it out there.

It was Charlie who calls for him as soon as he arrives.

Charlie: Dad!

Lucifer: Char-char! What's going on? I'm so sorry. Adam and I were busy and I put a ward on the palace and my phone was silent and why is Nifty saying the sky is falling?? Charlie-

Charlie: Dad! Just- come with me outside!

She all but drags him by the arm out the hotel doors to a sight he never thought he'd witness outside of Earth.

Lucifer: Wha- What in the unholy hell?

He feels breathless. It's horrifying but also.... so captivating.

From the heavens above, a cascade of meteors descended, their fiery tails of gold painting the skies of Hell. Each impact further damaged and eventually destroying the Pentagram barrier.

Screams ensue the moment the first meteor hits one part of Pride. Following that are continuous deafening crashes, the meteors struck with indiscriminate force, wreaking havoc on his denizens. Glass shattered, concrete crumbled, and chaos ensued as residents fled for safety, their once familiar surroundings now transformed into a scene of destruction.

One meteor veered off course, hurtling straight towards the hotel. Lucifer vaguely hears Charlie shouting for them to take cover and catches sight of Alastor putting up a shield for them.

He hears his daughter shout for him but he stays rooted in place as the object landed just a stone's throw away from where he stands.

When the dust clears, he feels himself freeze as amidst the rubble lay a figure, not of space rock, but an angel, a dead low ranking angel.

Now grounded in Hell and no longer have its majesty. It is mangled, burned, and broken.

Fallen.

Lucifer cannot speak as he keeps staring at the crumpled figure in front of him. Its once luminous wings now tattered and singed. He knows he should do something but what? His people are terrified and his city is getting the brunt of the mass Fall.

The King of Hell doesn't move when Charlie and the other sinners run to his side. He senses them freezing and someone vomiting (probably Vaggie-he can understand) because of the body. The angel bodywhatthe fuck-

Charlie: Vaggie! Dad!... why-what- is that an angel?!

Angel: Move, Vagina, I think I'm gonna be sick too.

Cherri: Way ahead of ya, Angie.

Husk is rubbing circles on Angel's back as the spider pukes out the his lunch. He wants to comfort Angel fully but he's all too distracted by the dead angel on the ground.

Alastor moves closer to poke the body, bringing his blood soaked finger to his mouth to taste.

Alastor: How peculiar....

Lucifer had barely begun to grasp the gravity of the situation when he felt something wet hit his face. He slowly reached up to the spot, fingers coming away coated in a golden substance. Confusion were written in their faces as they look back up as the liquid began to pour from the sky like rain.

His ears begun to feel like he's underwater- screams and choking sounds echoed throughout his city as the thick gold coats every single corner of Pride.

'No.'

He whispered, the realization hitting him like a delayed blow. As the metallic scent finally reached his nose, he collapsed to all fours, unable to stop his own gagging. He knew what this was, but he refuse to believe it.

'This can't be real.'

He could sense Vaggie in a similar state nearby, both of them struggling to breathe and think because this is angel blood.

Lucifer falls face first on the wet ground that's shimmering gold to the endless distance. He passes out from the smell before he knows it.

Heaven is falling.

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I feel like this is not what yall expected to happen as the beginning of the final arc.

A Supernatural reference? In 2024?

The blood rain is also inspired by that one quadrant in the 2nd Hunger Games movie. Because I, too, would gag and probably choke on my own vomit if I was suddenly rained on by human blood, or any blood for that matter.

We're finally getting there.

Let me know what you guys think so far!

[abs-2020]

~HER~

Chapter: 1

“Not a star in sight”

~Katsuki Bakugo x (Fem) reader~

A/n:This is a revamp/repost/redo/continuation? of a story I did on wattpad a while back. And I’m here to make it better and keep it goin <3

Warnings: nothing for this chapter, but this series will have lots of triggers. And I mean lots. 😗✌️

Purple italicized stuff is you thinkin and talking to yourself. <3

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“What a pretty view..”

You’d smile as you sat at the edge of your bed, looking out of the small and yellowish stained window and up into the night sky. Stars, It was a rare occurrence in the city part of Japan to get to see the stars at night. The lights from all the buildings made it almost impossible to even get a glimpse of the moon. But tonight? Tonight that just wasn’t the case, there was a big power outage about half an hour ago from a villian attack, and they still hadn’t gotten the lights up and working. Which to some is a curse, but to you? It was quite the blessing. You loved the moon, the night, and the stars. You loved the stars more than anything. The way the slightly twinkled, the way some burned brighter than others, and the way that even the small ones still burned just as brightly. They were beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

As you continued to lay at the edge of your bed and peer up at the sky in your favorite baggy hoodie and most comfy pair of Nike pro shorts dreaming about whatever a soft knock on your door would throw you back into reality, a small choke of surprise catching in your throat.

You’d sigh, grabbing your phone and quickly flipping it over to check the time.

9:05P.M.

Your brow would quirk.

“What an odd hour to be knocking on someone’s door.” ‘Or even my door..’ truth be told, you didn’t have visitors very often, or friends. Maybe friend singular.

With another sigh you’d scuffle off your bed, the old and worn down springs creaking from underneath you. Dragging your feet across the floor, towards your door. You were tired, exhausted from the day.

You’d rub your eyes as you reached your door, causally peering through the peep hole. Being met with two tiny pig tales.

"S-Shin-ae?” ‘What are you doing here so late girly?’

a small wave of annoyance would wash over you, a groan leaving your throat as you slowly unlocked the sliding lock, as you began to open the door an aggressive ‘thump’ would fill the air as you were sent flying back your arse hitting the floor with an even louder ‘THUMP’ pain shooting up your spine and coccyx.

"The Hell!?" You'd shout angrily your brows quickly furrowing as you shot your head up a small overly cheerful girl rushing into your apartment a small envelope in her hands as she ran around you in circles your door wide open.

“(YY/NNN)!! (YYY/NNNNNN!!!!) (Y/NN!)”

She’d call as she continued to cheerfully run around you, your arse still burning from your earlier fall.

Even tho she’d caused you to fall onto your arse and barged in so hectically a small smile would grace your face as you stood from the floor rubbing your arse from the fall.

As you stood from the floor Shin-ae would run up to you her hands grabbing at your baggy sweater causing you to jump back at little.

“Ah-!”

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! I got a letter for you....-“ Shin-ae would pause her eyes shooting to the floor hesitance and sadness gracing her features for a second. “It’s your dad..” she’d look away from you almost embarrassed.

Youd almost take a step back your hands coming up infront of you to shield yourself form her words. You'd shut your eyes, inhaling deeply. 'your dad’ her words rang through your head, your body tending and stomach filling with disgust. Your head would fall, a shadow covering the top half of your face.

Shin-ae would take a small step back envelope still in her hand. You’d take notice and exhale. Letting your body relax.

You’d fake a smile.

“Give it to me."

You’d almost demand, your tone blank as you held out your hand. Shin-ae would nod, her small arms reaching up to give you the envelope. Once the paper reached your hand you’d snatch it in an almost animalistic like way quickly tearing it open and reading.

Shin-ae would look up at you innocently.

"What's it say (Y/N)?" Shed ask with a tilt of her head.

You’d sigh frustrated, wanting to scold the girl for being so nosy, she knew how you felt about your dad. And yet she still chose to ask such unneeded questions.

‘Be nice… she’s only a kid.’

"It says.." you stop "…it says something along the lines of ‘Dear (Y/N)! Here's a couple hundred dollars for rent and other necessities. Good luck and hope you get into UA!'"

You reply, Shin-ae’s grip on your sweater tightens her head falling slightly as she scooted closer to you.

"W-well the school years not over yet so...you're still going to stay in Japan and be my friend right?" Shin-ae’s voice was filled with a hint of fear and desperation her grip getting tighter by the second.

You’d sigh, a small smile gracing your lips as your hand went to oat the little girls head. “Yes Shin-ae I'll definitely be staying in Japan! And I’m definitely getting into UA!!" you reply with a lighthearted smile. “I’m not goin anywhere, so don’t you worry!” You’d grin.

Shin-ae’s head would shoot up her eyes almost as big as her face, a giant smile of excitement gracing her face as she excitedly jumped up and down, her tiny pigtails whipping her shoulders. Her excitement caused your smile to grow.

"YAAAAY!!!” Shed yell happily. “Well I have to go now!”shin-ae would jump as she let go of your sweater. “My mom said I could only stay for 5 minutes!” Shed smile before running off your mouth dropping when you realized your door had been open this whole time.

You’d wince. ‘Idiot..’ you’d slap your face ‘I can’t believe i left my door open the whole time…’

You watch her skip down the hall, making her way to her own apartment, running up the fleet of stairs and out of sight.

‘Cutie.’

You’d sigh as you closed your door locking the sliding lock, slowly turning around to look at your small apartment. A kitchen connected to a small living room with one bedroom. yours. Sure it was old, and there were some weird stains you couldn’t get rid of even after multiple tries. But you liked it. You’d tap your foot twice before heading to the kitchen and opening the fridge. Nothing.

You’d purse your lips into a fine line. "I need to go grocery shopping after school tomorrow...."

You’d close the fridge and turn around, your eyes looking down to the money in your hand. You’d crumple it with a frustrated groan and slam it onto the kitchen table before making your way back to your room. ‘It's definitely small but it's a good size.’ But to be honest, you’re just happy you have a room. A room in Japan next to UA at that. You’d throw your Nike pro shorts off and jump into your bed. The springs creaking just like always. You’d shuffle towards your window only to sigh. The lights were back on. And there wasn’t a star in sight. Not a single one.

[nocturnal-eve]

I just thought about Cumulus/Sodo interaction and wrote it this evening.

I was listening to Spillways while writing, advise you to do the same. Or actually I wanna be yours by AM would work, too. Enjoy, stalights!!

♡Pairing: Cumulus/Sodo(Dew), pure comfort with no NSFW

It was a rather calm day in the Ministry. Everyone was minding their own businesses - Swiss was taken by Rain to go swimming in the lake, Mountain lost in the library, probably with Aether, girls... somewhere, doing something girly.

At least that's what Sodo thought. But actually he had no damn desire to think about ghouls, ghoulettes or anyone.

He was the only one who from the very morning was all busy. Not of his own free will, though.

At first he was woken up by some shouting, probably Swiss'. Then he was forced to sit at the meeting with Sister and Copia and solve work issues. He didn't even have a chance to eat normally when he was dragged to this "really important talk", quoting Cardi.

And in conclusion, the cherry on the cake of this endless suffering, after that Copia said he needed to practice more. By the end of practice Sodo practically hated songs he played.

In the middle of the day he felt like he had gone through 9 circles of hell and the only thing he wanted was to lay down and die.

He headed towards common room, praying that no one was there or at least, if there was someone, then someone quiet and who won't ask unnecessary questions.

When Sodo opened the door with suffering expression, he saw someone on the couch. He mentally cursed, but then processed who it was.

His favourite Air ghoulette was sitting peacefully and crocheting. She was surrounded by soft cushions, matching her lush forms. Light see-through long curtains behind fluttering in the wind coming from the open window. And her white clothes gave her even more airiness. In Fire's eyes she appeared like an angel.

"Hi, Sodo." Cumulus looked up and said in soft voice with a smile.

"Hi..." He answered, his grumpy expression fading immediately, replacing itself with faint smile.

He closed the door and walked further in the room, sitting near Ghoulette as she moved slightly to make some space for him.

"You look tired." She said kindly and turned her gaze back to crocheting in her hands.

For some reason Sodo wasn't annoyed by this obvious observation. With any other ghoul he would snap and tell to go to Hell, but now he just rested his elbows on his knees, rubbing his face tiredly. "You betcha..."

She nodded understandingly. "There's no one here, you can relax. Are you hungry?"

She asked just as if knew.

"Actually, yes, haven't eaten since morning..." Sodo sighed.

"I have some cookies here." She turned to take treats from the coffee table near the armrest behind her back and passed them to him. "And I can go to kitchen and cook something for you."

"Thank you.." Sodo took a few cookies from her soft hands and slowly chewed on one. "Actually, no, don't bother, I'll eat later."

Cumulus nodded and they sat a few moments in silence. Only sounds of cookies crunch and clip-clop of knitting needles.

Fire finished the cookies and leaned back on the couch, breathing out in exhaustion. He wanted to take off this sweaty uniform which he hastily pulled on before the meeting.

Cumulus had a magic ability to recognize emotions and immediately decide what the person needs. She put crocheting aside. She lied more comfortably and patted spot on her chest.

"Come on, lie here." She opened her arms with a smile.

Sodo turned head to her and a tender expression appeared on his face. He crawled closer and lied down on Air ghoulette, wrapping arms around her.

Her soft boobs and tummy felt amazing and Cumulus knew it, so she kindly let everyone lie on her after a hard day. Besides, she loved cuddles herself.

Dew completely relaxed, nuzzling against her. "Lus, you're the best..."

She laughed softly, the vibrations of her laugh going through Sodo's body.

She ran her fingers in Fire's long golden hair, brushing through tangled locks and giving him a little massage.

Dew purred, enjoying her attentiveness and care. His tail swayed slowly, showing her that.

He had a feeling that he was lying on a cloud and soaring high in the sky. He loved Cumulus and her Air nature for that she could create this unique lightness and tenderness with her presence.

The wind from the window blew over them and occasionally Cumulus' long blond curls brushed at Sodo's face. They smelled like lotus and apple garden...

For the first in a long time Fire felt peace and pacification. He forgot about Copia, annoying brothers and all his obligations. He was right here and right now, safe in arms of his favourite Ghoulette.

After a while he started to doze off. And he could swear he felt hairbrush carefully running down his hair while he was sleeping...

[raisoramizu]

Chapter 10: The Showdown

Tenth chapter of my NSFW Hazbin Hotel fan fiction Heaven is Not Forever

Here are the other chapters: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9

Lucifer had tried everything to get back on his feet; with his clothes and hair, he managed it perfectly, but even someone like him couldn't help but feel the effects of being battered so many times in just a few days. When he appeared in the Bar Room, he looked paler than usual, with dark circles around his eyes; his lips were tinged with purple, and he wore a different shirt than usual: high-collared and buttoned, much like Alastor's typical style, but white. He wore gloves and had hidden as much of his body as possible. As for the rest—jacket, vest, bow tie, hat, and his signature cane—he was fully dressed.

As soon as he entered, Charlie dropped the numerous papers she'd been working on into Vaggie's hands and rushed toward her father. < Dad! Are you feeling better..? > she squeaked worriedly, referring to Cherri Bomb's treatment from the day before. Lucifer gave her a crooked, somewhat silly smile, waving his free hand in the air to calm her down. < Yes, of course, I've rested a lot, darling! > < Oh really..? It doesn't look like it.. > she retorted, wrapping one arm around her torso and massaging her chin with the other hand. She scanned her father from head to toe and back, before glancing over his shoulder at the door he'd just come through, as if looking for something—or perhaps someone. < Alastor isn't with you, right..? > She barely had time to ask before the demon's figure reappeared from the liquid shadows behind her. < Soon, dear ~ > he replied, looking sharp and perfect in his bright red suit.

< Ohw! > she yelped in surprise, flames flaring briefly in her hair. She whirled around, glaring at him furiously. < What the hell! You almost gave me a heart attack, Alastor! > she shouted, frightened, which only made him burst into a genuine laugh, his jaws wide open. < What's that supposed to mean..? > she muttered, recovering but still frowning in disapproval. The Demon arched his eyebrows in surprise. < Didn't you want us to get along? > he asked, stepping away from the bar to circle around her, moving leisurely toward Lucifer. Once he reached his side, he stopped and turned back to face Charlie, who stood there clearly confused. He smiled at her as he rested his cane at waist level.

Lucifer, tense, with both hands resting on the apple-shaped handle of his cane, stared back at her with a twitchy, uncomfortable smile. Charlie slumped her shoulders and raised her palms in disbelief. < Yes.. yes, sure.. but.. > < THEN ~! > the Half-Deer suddenly exclaimed, enthusiastically lifting his microphone. Lucifer's eyes bulged in surprise. Alastor tilted his chin up and placed the tips of his fingers on his chest. < ~ We have the Princess's blessing ~ > he sang out, his voice rising with such exaggerated emphasis that even his tongue vibrated along with his vocal cords. He then turned sharply, fixing his overly joyful gaze on the Seraph through his monocle. < Did you hear that? I have her permission to introduce you to Rosie! > he added sarcastically. Immediately after, he whipped back around to Charlie so fast that the tips of her dark bobbed hair fluttered. < ExACTly?! >This time, however, his eyes were wide and pitch black, his voice distorted with a demonic radio-like interference so intense that it sent Charlie literally jumping into the darkness that had fallen around her. < Y-y-yes, of course! > she stammered, forcing an uncertain and deeply stressed smile.

< Splendid ~ > Alastor chimed serenely, his sweet smile restoring the room's normal atmosphere. < And do rewrite the lesson on not meddling, dear. Because it's not working. > With a swift turn on his heel, he hooked his arm around Lucifer's and began dragging him away. The Seraph, utterly stunned and caught off guard, clumsily stumbled behind the demon, holding onto his hat with one hand so it wouldn't fly off from the speed at which they disappeared down the hallway, leaving Charlie wide-eyed, staring after them. Vaggie emerged from behind Charlie, watching them with a frown. < What.. what the hell is going on? Alastor's lost his mind.. > the blonde muttered, her hands clutching her cheeks. < I didn't even get a chance to tell Dad that Adam's back here. > < I think Alastor just kindly told us to mind our own business, > Vaggie ventured. < But.. but- Look at themmmm! > Charlie gasped desperately, waving her hands in the air to emphasize the absurdity of what had just happened.

< I think they've started sleeping together, > a mischievously gurgling voice from the bar broke the silence, drawing everyone's astonished gaze to Angel Dust, who was idly spinning a glass of rum with ice between his claws. Even Husk, though not fully convinced, cast a glance as he dried a glass. < What..? > Charlie exclaimed, blushing furiously and widening her eyes even more. The spider demon wobbled onto a stool, resting one cheek on one of his forearms while holding his rum glass with another. < Oh, sweetheart, I can spot these things a mile away. I - > he continued, arching his back and raising his chin with pride, absolutely shameless. < Alastor just defended the talents of the sexy sovereign. Who'd have thought our sweet strawberry deer had such tenderness in him? > < Don't talk nonsense, > Husk snapped, his red eyebrows twitching nervously like long whiskers. < I've never seen Alastor take an interest in anyone like that. And believe me, in Cannibal Town, he's got plenty of admirers who'd let him handle them like salami. > < Uuho, > the spider crooned, waving his second right hand as if fanning himself from the heat. < But imagine—why bother with plain cannibals when you could bed the Little King of Hell? I'd let our golden-haired angel shake me up any day. > < Hey, hey, Angel, that's my dad you're talking about, and I'm right here! > Charlie yelled, awkwardly indignant but also deeply embarrassed, turning bright red.

< I think Alastor's slowly eating him up, piece by piece, muahuaha! > Niffty chimed in from across the room, bustling around as she tidied up scraps of paper from the floor. She froze under the others' bewildered gazes, then laughed uproariously, broom in hand. < I heard he once ate a woman's brain after she tried to get naughty with him, heheheaua! > she cackled wildly. < .. > Charlie's jaw dropped. < He.. he's eating my dad's brain?! > she asked, horrified, jolting when Vaggie placed her hands on her shoulders. < Alastor's not doing any of that. You said you wanted them to get along, right? Well, they're getting along. Let's just leave them alone and focus on the redemption plan. The draft for the TV ad is practically ready. > Vaggie asserted, beginning to push Charlie toward the hotel's conference room. < But.. but Vaggie.. > < No buts, move it! > Still agitated and offering weak resistance, Charlie disappeared into the room, dragged by her companion. Angel Dust took his eyes off where they'd vanished and took a sip from his rum glass. < They're definitely screwing. Trust me. > he said, nodding confidently under the silent stare of Vox, who, from his Control Room, hadn't missed a thing.

...

The pleasure was intense—Adam was finally free after weeks of chest-crushing tension. He wasn't paying attention to the fact that there was nothing around him, just a world made of darkness. All that mattered was the essentials: Lute's bare shoulders trembling under his violent thrusts. How beautiful it was to watch her wings flutter and her back arch. And her voice? If he adjusted his hips just so, he could press against her cervix, and that's when he could hear her whimper like a little chick. He loved hearing her sob, drool, call his name, and even curse him out when he pushed too hard or too deep. Adam's legs were sunk into what seemed like a mattress with crumpled sheets, he on his knees, she on all fours. One hand gripped her ass cheek tightly, his thumb deep inside her other hole. She was dripping wet, and underneath her moans, the wet sound of their intercourse filled the room. I need to go on a diet, he thought. He couldn't even clearly see his own erection plunging in and out of her because his belly—sprouting a trail of brown hair down to his pubic area—was blocking his view. But it didn't matter; the slap of his flesh against her reddened cheeks was enough. His eyes blinked a couple of times as his vision blurred... or was it the world around him that blurred? He didn't care. The pleasure was so overwhelming, igniting every muscle in his body, but he just couldn't reach the peak. He needed to fuck her harder. Breathing heavily, his naked body drenched in sweat, he planted one hand firmly on her shoulder, forcing her down until she was completely pressed against the bed. He spread her thighs wider with his knees, leaning forward to hammer his hips harder against her backside, making the wet, slapping sounds echo even louder in that strange room. The only sounds were his own gruff, low moans and the squelching of their bodies. But where was Lute? He narrowed his eyes at her back, her head hidden in the mattress, arms spread out on either side, fingers completely still. A sudden, intense wave of terror froze him in place.

< ... > ..

< Lute! >

He called out to her, but nothing. The angel didn't move. < ... > That gut-wrenching fear tightened around his stomach and lodged in his throat as a lump he couldn't swallow. With hesitant courage, he reached for her face, turning her head—his fingers sinking into a gaping hole of searing, raw flesh.

Adam's entire body locked up in terror, his pupils shrinking into tiny pinpoints. Lute didn't have a face. Where her face should have been was just a dark hole, his fingers now slick with her golden blood.

He jumped back with a scream, pulling out of her and scrambling away until he found himself sitting somewhere, his knees bent, hands pressed to the ground beside him. Panic consumed him entirely.

His breath came in short, asthmatic gasps, drool spilling from his mouth as he looked around. It was all black. Where was he?

He couldn't move. Paralyzed by fear, he dug his claws into his own chest, trying to tear away that crushing claustrophobia that threatened to suffocate him, but suddenly...

" < You've made the right choice, Lute. From now on, I'll take care of you > "

It was Lucifer's voice—a soft, masculine tone, warm and soothing.

Adam's eyes darted around wildly. < ...! > In the darkness before him, two figures became clearer: Lute's form, held by the waist in Lucifer's embrace, and the Seraphim speaking to her as he waved his cane in the air.

" < I'll fill you with knowledge... > " Lucifer continued, walking away with her, distancing themselves from where Adam was frozen.

< ..! > He tried to call out to her, but no sound came. He tried to move, but his body wouldn't respond. He tried again, as they moved further and further away. Lute. LUTE! < ... > Panic surged through him, the sweat on his skin freezing into cold tremors. His breath came in desperate gasps, threatening to break him. Lute! < ... >

Lucifer's blond head, crowned by his large white hat, reflected in Adam's wide, tear-filled eyes as the Seraphim turned to look at him. That pale, delicate face tilted just so, revealing blood-red, pupil-less eyes locking onto Adam's terrified gaze. A lascivious smile stretched across Lucifero's lips, and from his mouth, a forked tongue hissed out.

" < You'll love being filled with the warm seed of my knowledge... > "

At those words, something inside Adam shattered. The panic erupted into a physical pain that sent him jerking forward.

He jolted so hard he sprang up from the bed like a coil and fell back down with a loud thud onto the floor.

Completely transformed, with pitch-black eyes and curled horns on his head, he was gasping for air, breathing with real wheezing asthma, but oxygen wasn't enough. He violently clutched at the fabric of his studded sweater, feeling his body radiating heat so intense it suffocated him. As beads of sweat streamed down his forehead and back, he glanced around: it was his room in the Hotel. Simple and boring, just like it had always been—the bed in front, the little table with the TV behind him, and the windows covered with dark drapes, letting in just a few faint beams of reddish light. He swallowed hard.

A soft, melodious female hum filled the room.

< Oh... did you have a bad dream, Adam? > The song abruptly stopped.

That voice... Adam focused his gaze on the bed: it was Lilith. She was lying on her side, propped up on an elbow, her face resting on the same hand. Her blonde hair spilled onto the mattress behind her, and she gazed at him languidly with icy blue eyes. Her long purple dress hugged her curvy, feminine figure, parting at the slit that revealed a perfectly bare leg. < Do you want to rest your head on my lap to calm down? > she asked, slowly running her fingers over her own thigh. < Or... do you need me to take care of that? > she added, her voice dripping with playful malice, pointing at the obvious bulge in his pants, made worse by his seated position with legs slightly apart.

As soon as Adam realized his erection, he flushed with a mix of rage and discomfort, springing to his feet and shifting back into human form. < Fuck you, Lilith! > he spat, turning away sharply to hide his condition, running his hands through his sweaty face and hair, trying to regain his mental balance.

Lilith let out a sharp, amused laugh. < You don't seem surprised to see me here. Did your beloved warn you? >

< What do you want? If the pact still holds, why didn't you stay having your fun in Heaven? > he snapped, still standing, keeping his distance from the bed, glaring at her like a snarling dog.

< Oh > Lilith exclaimed, theatrically placing a hand over her mouth, < maybe I lied to Lute. You're dead—the pact is void... and besides, you no longer have any power to keep me in Heaven. In fact, you have no power at all... nor any use. >

Adam turned toward her, visibly shaken. < Void? Does that mean... and Eve? >

< ... > But she didn't answer right away; she took her time, sitting up on the bed before elegantly stepping off it from the opposite side of where Adam stood. Her bare feet softly padded as she took slow, deliberate steps around the furniture. < I stopped Alastor from defeating you, but you still managed to lose. You attacked my daughter, forcing Lucifer to step in, bringing him so close to her that he even built a room for himself in here. > ... < And worst of all, you led Sera to cancel the extermination. >

< But that bitch attacked me first, I— >

< YOUR ARROGANCE RUINED EVERYTHING! > Lilith thundered, her eyes flaring black and pupil-less as she burned with fury. Massive goat horns materialized on her head, and her canines sharpened, unnervingly inhuman. < What did you think when you decided to attack the Hotel? That she would back off and let you destroy everything? > She licked her lips, calming down but keeping the horns and bringing her gaze back to that penetrating, pale stare. < That she'd just let you kill her little friends...? > she continued, closing in on Adam, who had by then braced himself to face her, his back straight, chin raised, and his forehead furrowed in burning anger.

< You're nothing but a megalomaniac idiot, incapable of thinking with anything other than that half-dick between your legs > she spat as she finally stood in front of him. She was tall, but not as tall as him, and to keep eye contact, she tilted her head up slightly, pointing a finger right at the bulge in his pants. < Already soft, huh? ♫ > she cooed mockingly.

Adam flinched, feeling his chest heat up with a rush that climbed to his face, flushing him red and welling up his eyes with frustration. But it also surged downward, making his erection pulse and swell once more beneath the tight fabric of his jeans.

< Oh no, impossible. I know you always wag your tail when you see me > she chuckled, pressing her full chest softly against his, running her palms up his torso, wrapped in long purple gloves. She didn't miss his reaction, sensing his heart race, his breath quicken, and his muscles tense with desire.

Confident that it took so little, she was caught off guard when Adam tried to strike her. Bending his left elbow back, the demon attempted to punch her directly in the face, but she was quick enough to dissolve into a cloud of violet dust, leaving him stumbling toward the bed with a growl.

< So, Eve... you can't free her?! > he yelled into the empty room, still furious and flushed, struggling to steady himself again. Lilith reappeared, this time perched on the dresser, legs sensually crossed.

< You're in a room with me, and you're thinking about Eve...? That's not very nice, darling ♫ > she sang, finally breaking him under curses and gasps.

Adam felt the pleasure of an orgasm hit him like lightning, frying every neuron in a wave of bliss. Gripping the crotch of his pants tightly, he groaned deeply, his eyebrows arching as he sank to his knees beside the bed, forehead pressed against the edge, still trembling with muscle spasms from the climax, saliva dripping onto the floor from his parted lips. Behind him, a round of fiery applause rang out.

< How fun! > Lilith's voice chimed, filled with delight. < I could've killed you in your sleep, but I decided to wake you up just to enjoy this little show. You're a demon now; your emotions and instincts are under my control... did you already finish? > The joy in her voice faltered with the last question, her eyebrows arching with theatrical disappointment. < Don't worry, you're already dead: if you have a heart attack from repeated orgasms, your heart will regenerate ♫ > She hummed, making him groan again.

She watched as he shuddered, his back arching, his head jerking up, claws digging into the blanket.

< Better than a vibrator, don't you think...? >

< What the... hell... what the hell...? > He gasped, disheveled and wild-eyed. < What the fuck are you doing?! I'm gonna kill you, you damned demon! > he growled, baring his sharp teeth. With a sudden burst of rage, he lunged at her again, and this time his anger flared so explosively that he moved with inhuman speed, managing to grab her by the throat and slam her violently against the wall, cracking the surface and sending fractures across the plaster.

Adam's bat-like wings flared briefly behind him at the sound of Lilith's feminine gasp before disappearing again, leaving him transformed with dark horns and eyes brimming with black matter. He found himself bent over her, panting and drooling, his knee pressing against the dresser between her open thighs. Gasping for air, his pupils shrank at the sight of her arching and writhing languidly against the wall, a trickle of saliva escaping her lips from the chokehold.

Her breasts heaved as they were exposed, and her bare knee peeked out from the slit in her dress, pressing the sole of her foot against the edge of the furniture.

That violent arousal scrambled his brain again, sending a pulse to his erection, straining against the fabric of his jeans, desperately seeking release. He swallowed hard.

< You filthy whore, now I'll...! > he spat in rage, clawing at her dress as if to tear it apart.

< ..you want to rape me, then...? > But Lilith froze him in place with that simple question. < It'll be easy... for you > she continued, gasping from the grip that forced her chin up and her head against the half-shattered wall. Her face was flushed, her eyes filled with tears from the suffocation, but damn, she was oozing lust... she was smiling as she licked the strands of saliva from between her teeth. < You've done it before... dozens of times... after all... >

Adam felt a stab of panic shoot through his chest and immediately released her, stumbling back several steps as his legs wobbled beneath him.

Lilith sighed, rubbing her throat as she returned to sitting, never breaking eye contact with his terrified form. Then she furrowed her brow with mock puzzlement. < What's the matter...? Did you grow a heart...? >

He didn't have time to respond. Lilith's eyes flared with a burning darkness, and Adam felt his ankles, wrists, and neck suddenly wrapped tightly by dozens of enchanted violet ropes, cutting off his breath. < Ugh! >

The ropes yanked him violently, nailing him down to the floor between the bed and the TV, pinning him in a crucified position. With a sharp blow to his head, he found himself lying on his back, staring at the wallpaper on the ceiling, legs slightly spread, arms stretched out into the air. < What the..! Hey, hey, you crazy bitch, let me go! > He immediately started struggling, swelling his muscles and tensing up in a clumsy attempt to free himself, pulling uselessly against the ropes, which only tightened further, cutting into his wrists and neck. He slammed his head against the floor, his face twisted in a demonic grimace as he clenched his teeth. < I should have torn you apart when we were still in Eden! You were always such a pain in the ass, but living in Hell has definitely... made you worse! > .. < You think just because you've got big... ugh, > he groaned again, jerking as Lilith, standing between his spread legs, stomped hard on his half-erect cock through his pants.

Holding up part of her long dress delicately, Lilith gazed at him through the curve of her breasts, her foot pressing down on his groin. She dragged the ball of her foot along his length, all the way to the tip, her cheeks flushing red at the new groan she elicited from him.

< I should thank you, Adam > she purred, her voice melodic as she leaned forward, her gaze locking with his pained, fearful eyes. < What you are, what you did to me, allowed me to become what I am today: free > .. < No one can control me, dominate me... least of all, you > < Hurts, doesn't it? Not having control... not that you ever truly had it, even though everything's always been laid out for you. Since Creation, since Eve... > < Who the hell would want to touch you, witch! > he snapped, his pride wounded. < You're the one tempting me with your voice. You disgust me. The only reason I made a pact with you is to save Eve. > He began to thrash again, cursing as he felt the pain from her stomping intensify.

A sharp, amused laugh from Lilith silenced him as she lowered herself onto him. Holding up her skirt, she let her long blonde hair spill onto his chest before sliding down, straddling his hips, rubbing her burning heat against his already tormented groin, soaking his jeans with her arousal. Adam cursed again, trying to divert his mind away from her. < Damn you and all your demons >. < You are one of my demons now ♫ > she sang softly, her gaze calm but her breath heavy, continuing to rub her hips sensually against his lower abdomen. < Didn't seem like you thought that way in Paradise all those years. Did you enjoy screwing me, thinking you had power over me? That I liked it...? You know... you don't really know how to use that little thing of yours. You wave it around like a teenager awkwardly waving a stick. >

She kept provoking him, grinding on him, leaning in until her long blonde hair surrounded his face like a curtain, trapping them in their own world. < Now, it's time for you to die > she whispered directly into his mouth, her tongue slipping out to lick a mix of his sweat and saliva from his lips. < Only you, Lucifer, and I know that demons killed by angelic weapons feed the power of the Primordial Evil... too many. But I can't kill my husband > .. < So I'll just shut your mouth for good, and you'll become one with your precious Eve, who... no, she can't be saved... because she is the Evil itself >.

< What..! > Adam gasped, his eyes widening. < So... you lied to me? She can't be saved? > < Exactly... a little lie to grant me this vacation in Paradise and weaken Lucifer's mind even further in my absence... but you, you had the audacity to provoke him and blackmail him. > Still leaning against his chest with one hand, she straightened her back slightly under his stunned gaze, extending her other arm into the air, her gloved fingers fluttering as if summoning something. < You had one job: keep the massacre going until Roo was strong enough, but your arrogance and stupidity ruined everything. Now I'll have to find another way to awaken him. In the meantime, this hotel will be useful to create chaos. And Lute, devastated by your death, will return to destroy everything. If I'm lucky, I'll see her convince Eve to restart the slaughter; if not, I'll kill her since, among all the lies you told, she knows some truths too... >

Adam chuckled weakly, coughing as the ropes cut into his skin, blood starting to trickle from the wounds. < You won't break Lute with that sweet little voice of yours, and you won't control Roo. He'll be too much... even for you... > < Of course I'll control him. I'm Lilith. > He coughed again, wincing as his ribs ached from the effort of laughing. < You're just the right kind of woman... for me, > he groaned. < Megalomaniac and dumb... you can't even control... a... depressed... angel. > Panting, he added, < The Radio Demon is already... handling it. >

He barely got the last word out before Lilith's eyes turned completely black in a fit of rage. Her exposed hand clenched around the shaft of a long angelic spear, conjured from violet energy, and with a sudden thrust, it shot straight for Adam's skull.

[my-jolly-sailor-bold]

sleepy cat

Katsuki bakugou x reader

Warnings: language (its bakugou, yall.), insomnia

Jennies notes: hi im writing this at 12 am cause i also have insomnia and a horrible sleep schedule. It's wonderful, really. Also please tell me my characterization is good im getting anxiety over it- im sorry its short i was tired as well as i have just gotten off a 9 hour shift 

It wasn’t like you to get lots of sleep. Not because of your quirk, but because of your horrible case of insomnia. You always had dark eye circles no matter how late you slept in. Everyone knew it too, so they tried not to wake you, lest they deal with the rage. Either yours or Katsuki’s. 

So when you walked into the common room on a Saturday morning wrapped in a blanket, nobody uttered a word. You weren’t really a morning person. Bakugou looked up, patting the seat next to him to signal you to sit down. Albeit he did it aggressively with a grumble. 

“Sleep well?” He looked back down to his phone, feeling the dip of the cushion as you sat down. 

“Is that really a question? But I did get six hours of sleep, so new record I guess. I’m still tired.”

He grunted in response, watching from the corner of his eye as you eyed the pillow on his lap. “Go back to sleep then.”

“You’re so sweet for offering!” You grinned mischievously, and he turned a mighty glare that would bring any person to their knees in your direction. 

“Just shut up and lay down before I change my damn mind.” 

You took that opportunity with a chuckle, making yourself comfortable to go back to sleep. And, soon enough, you were out. As soon as he was sure you were out, he started stroking your hair like a villain would do to their cat. 

“Didn’t they just wake up five minutes ago?” Kaminari asked from across the room, a little too loudly for Bakugou’s liking. You stirred, and Bakugou glared at him. 

“Would you shut the hell up? You’re too god-damn loud. So what? They need sleep anyway. They work hard enough to afford it.” He whisper-shouted, still proceeding to stroke your hair. 

“They’re way too comfortable with you, Bakugou.” 

“What did I just fucking say, shitty hair.” 

“Yeah yeah, I’ll watch it, but hey, did you listen to the bands I showed you?” Kirishima sat on the arm of the couch you both were on, talking to Bakugou about Shinedown and Insane Clown Posse. 

And everyone watched as you slept peacefully on Bakugous lap, while he held a conversation with anyone who talked to him. Well, now they knew how to calm him down. 

Have a very sleepy you nearby.

[sl-newsie]

Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 6: Houseguest

The sound of a door opening jolts me awake. The clock shows 9:45, so Q must have just got out of work.

“Bloody Hell! Did you break into my apartment?” The geek shouts from behind me.

“Good evening, Q.” I try to turn my head to see him better. He’s wearing a different shirt, no doubt having sweated through the other one due to all the stress at work. “Eve gave me the entry code. Not breaking in at all. Nice cats, by the way.”

All 3 cats have settled next to me on the couch with lazy expressions. Q ignores my comment and walks over to stand in front of me. I can see he’s been working hard today from the dark circles under his eyes, making me wonder how Bond’s doing.

“Eve gave you the code to my apartment? She failed to mention you were coming. What happened?”

“When I got home I found out my apartment had been broken into, so Eve told me to come here. You have no idea how glad I am that you’ve got a real security system.” Q’s bewildered expression changes to one of concern as he walks over to sit next to me. “I’d have made dinner but didn't mean to pry into your kitchen. Your sense of style is certainly unique. Clean, but more colorful than I expected.”

Q stares at the floor. “You didn’t file a report. You went back out in broad daylight with nothing but a cat and a loaded pistol. Do you realize how dangerous that is?” 

Is he serious? My life has been compromised to terrorists and he’s lecturing about protocol?

“Far be it from me to disappoint you, Quartermaster,” I respond cockily. “I am still alive.”

“Barely. That kind of recklessness can get you killed.”

He stands up, walks to the kitchen, and pulls out tupperware containers from the fridge. Oh no, this conversation is not over!

“I call it being creative. I’m a mess of nerves anyway, mine as well act on it.”

Q sticks the food in the microwave. “You should be used to nerves by now, 0011. As you like to say, ‘it comes with the job.’”

He talks about this as if it’s everyday news. 00 agents are supposed to have a short lifespan, and this espionage business keeps threatening to shorten my life even more.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes. “It doesn’t help when every gangster or idiot with a gun is out for my head.” The pressing thought pounds in my head and begins to tear apart the mask keeping my fear hidden. “My name could be on that list too.”

My Quartermaster doesn’t answer. The continuous ringing of the microwave is the only sound. He’s not going to care. If he felt having friends was weak then he’ll surely laugh at my pathetic nerves-

Now Q walks back over and sits down again. Great, another lecture- “You think I don’t know that?”

His tone is the thing that sticks out most. It’s softer, almost vulnerable. “You seem to dislike me so much, I thought you’d be welcoming of the idea of me getting snuffed out.”

This triggers an unexpected reaction from Q. I feel a large, warm hand cover my tiny one. When I look up, Q’s set his jaw straight and is looking me straight in the eye.

“I’d never let anyone hurt you.”

Q isn’t one for emotion, so he must be joking. “Why? So you can keep seeing me get beaten to a pulp, only to be stitched back up for you to laugh at my weakness?”

His eyes widen by a fraction. “You really believe that? I don’t think you’re weak, 0011. You’re one of the best agents I’ve ever worked with.”

I can’t keep quiet anymore! “This is why I think you’re delusional to friendship, Q. All you do is talk about work. And that’s alright, but don’t expect people to like you when you keep such a cold demeanor.”

Now Q’s getting angry too. I guess we never know when to quit arguing. “I focus on work because it’s what I’m best at! What else am I supposed to talk about?”

I frantically gesture to his apartment. “Look around! You have so many hobbies and talents, any one of them would be amazing topics to talk about!”

“Oh, now look who’s delusional! You actually think I’m talented-” Q retorts sarcastically.

“I do, you stupid Quartermaster! You’re one of the most brilliant men I’ve ever met! If I wasn’t stuck on this couch I’d storm out right now.”

As a response Q walks around and grabs my shoulders as a way to pin me to the couch. “You’re not going out there when your cover’s been blown. Since you’re already here, you can sleep on the couch.”

I try to protest but Q walks back to the kitchen and brings over the leftovers from the microwave. He hands me a bowl of chicken and rice, and as I take a bite my taste buds sing with approval and melt away my anger.

“This is delicious! You are a man of many talents, Q.”

He takes a bite himself. “Thank you, praise towards my cooking is always appreciated. I would cook something fresh but as you know work’s been a hassle.” 

I look at him as if he just grew wings. “Q, the workplace has been the equivalent of a dumpster fire. You look like you’re about to pass out.” I lift myself into my wheelchair, grab the empty bowls, and head to the kitchen sink. 

“Ah, 0011, what do you think you’re doing?”

I start rinsing the dishes. “Doing cleanup so you can sleep.”

“But-”

“No ifs ands or buts. If the MI6 Quartermaster isn’t fit for duty then we all suffer.” I point to the stairs. “Shower. Bed. Now.”

Q, still flabbergasted, slowly walks over to the bottom of the staircase. “Are you ordering me around in my own home?”

“I’m highly suggestive as a concerned houseguest.” I finish drying the bowls and wheel past Q to reposition myself on the couch. “Now for the last time, go to sleep!”

The nerd hesitantly complies, slowly climbing the stairs. I think I hear him mutter “So bossy” before he reaches the top and I can’t help but smile. Q should be allowed to take a break, even if he is annoying at times. Can’t blame him, though. This whole week’s been tough on everybody. After about 20 minutes he reappears in flannel pajama pants and a sleep shirt which makes him, quite frankly, outright adorable. I won’t sugarcoat it. His floppy hair is wet and unkempt, adding to an appearance that almost makes him unrecognizable from the man I see at work. Q gets a glass of water, mutters a quick “goodnight,” and then quickly retreats up the stairs again. I must have lost a large amount of blood to be this incoherent. 

Eventually Cricket comes down to lay next to me, and as I drift off more thoughts fly through my head. Are Bond and M safe? The fear of being assassinated may be unnerving but the idea of attending Bond’s funeral is even more alarming.

[vaal3nt1na]

IFHY | kim sunoo x reader

chapter 16 - i miss her, so much

warnings ‼️‼️

angst!!!!! cursing, threatening someone, injury, and that’s all i think!!

practice was running longer than usual today, normally that wouldn’t be a problem since you didn’t have any lessons today but you had work right after. luckily your manager was also a university student so she understood that uni or sports may hold you back a bit.

not only that but your car had recently broken down, it made sense it was your moms car before it was yours, so it was bound to break down.

currently your team and coach were huddled together in a circle, sweaty hands clutching water bottles and small towels. all ready to get this over with, “as you all know we have the tournament tomorrow, if you have any plans for before the tournament cancel them,” many of your teammates wanted to let out sighs or groans of frustration since they had things planned but what coach says goes, “we have morning practice from 9 to 1 pm, i will buy you guys lunch and breakfast if you didn’t eat before and then we will take a break to regain energy after we eat lunch, so take a nap or something. it starts at 4 pm so we will start stretching at 3 and warm up a little and then we will take a bus to jyp university and we don’t play until 6 pm so use that time to eat and warm up more if you have to” coach finished going over tomorrows plans then dismissing you after.

you felt a little annoyed but you were more concerned than annoyed, heeseungs mom is a sweet women and loves you and often asks heeseung about you. she even lets you call her mom.

as you walked to your dorm with your teammate, and also roommate, you talked about the tournament. it was her first time in a tournament so she was understandingly very nervous, “you’ll be fine, once your actually there and get into it it’s not that bad. i swear” you rubbed her back as you offered her a sympathetic smile to which she returned before unlocking the door to your dorm.

“i’m gonna shower and one of hee’s friends are coming to take me to work, i’ll be back around 8-ish” you called out from your side of the bedroom, “your closing tonight?” she asked to which you nodded at as you collected all your things.

you were lounging around, your work bag, phone and dorm keys in hand. suddenly a light but firm knock echoed thru the dorm, “he’s here, i’ll see later!” you called out to your roommate to which she replied with a be safe. you swung open the door to be faced with the one person you’ve been trying to avoid all week

and it seems like he didn’t know anything about this either, your eyes widened, his mirroring yours. “um, i’ll be right back i forgot to grab my water bottle” quickly slamming the door and scurrying back into the shared bedroom, “im going to kill heeseung, what the actual hell” you nearly shouted, you were sure sunoo heard you but you didn’t care. storming around your dorm in search for the water bottle since it wasn’t completely a lie

you quickly spotted it and grabbed it from your desk, stalling outside the door for a minute, scared to face the boy outside of your door. “damn it heeseung” you whispered to yourself before opening the door, quickly walking out and swiftly turning your back to him to lock the door, turning back to him. refusing eye contact, “let’s get going now, i’m gonna be late” he let out an agreeing hum and started walking down the hall towards the exit of the building.

you and sunoo were at least an arms length apart, you making it that way. if it was up to sunoo he’d have you right next to him, hand in hand, but he didn’t want to press any boundaries. especially with everything that had happened in the past week, he thought you looked beautiful with your hair done for work in a way he’s never seen before and your work clothes, minus the apron.

you both made it to the parking lot, you following him to his car.

unlocking it and getting in, “you know where it’s at, right?” you asked, putting you seatbelt as an excuse to not look at him. “yeah, the one by the middle school” he said as he started the car, you peaked over at him. he looked heavenly with the way the sun looked on his features, he was just missing that gorgeous smile. “yup” you nodded

the car ride was extremely awkward and quiet, neither of you making a move to talk or even look at eachother.

after 10 minutes that felt like forever, you were finally at the cafe. you dug in your bag for a minute, pulling out your wallet and pulling out a twenty. “here, for gas and as a thank you for taking my notes and the snacks” you quickly said as you shoved the 20 into his hand and shutting his car door, almost running to the back employee only door.

“hey yn! whats got you in such a rush?” your coworker asked, “was just in a very awkward situation plus i’m basically late” you groaned, running into the back and quickly putting the apron on over the jeans and black shirt you were wearing you clocked in then ran back out. “i’ll take over on orders” you said to your coworker, grabbing the notepad and pen behind the register.

after long hours of switching between the making drinks and food to register and back to orders, it was finally time to close up.

you were sweeping the kitchen when the bell above the front door rang. “im sorry sir, we’re closed” your coworker informed

“oh no i’m here for yn, i’m picking her up and was just wondering when she’ll be finishing up?” a familiar voice asked, “well she’s closing up today so she’ll probably end around 8:35, i have some extra cakes and drinks if you’d like one of each and you can eat while you wait,” she said as she gestured to the extra drinks and mini cakes you sold at the front, “sure! could i ask you something though?” he asked, the voice wasn’t registering in your head quite yet and were too far back in the kitchen to look and see who it was

“of course” she said to which he leaned over the counter and whispered something in her ear, after he finished she whispered back. “i’ll get that then”

“great! that’ll be $8.75” he nodded and choose his form of payment, left her some money and headed out back to his car. after he gave his goodbyes it finally clicked, your not sure why it didn’t click when he said he was here for you but maybe it was because of the long hours right after volleyball practice. sunoo had came in and asked your coworker something, curiosity washed over you. quickly you finished cleaning up the kitchen and rushed up to her.

“hey so, what was it that he asked?” you leaned against the counter staring at the girl next to you, “he asked for your favorites” she replied, “maybe he’s got a crush on you or something” she shrugged.

your not exactly sure why but you felt yourself getting a little emotional. feeling that familiar sensation of tears forming in your eyes that had came all week, you quickly walked away, thanking her in a small voice. once you were finished closing up she has already left leaving you by yourself.

you removed your apron and took your hair down, the feeling sending relief thru your whole body. you grabbed the rest of your things and headed to the front, finding a plastic bag and sticky note attached to it. ‘thank you for the money but i don’t need it so don’t worry about paying me. i know you probably heard me earlier and i bought something and i used the money you gave me since you probably would’ve paid me for the order if you found out i didn’t use it so here’s the rest of the money i didn’t use :) - sunoo’

you shook your head with a small sigh and put the bag and note in your bag and headed out to his car after.

“ready to go?” he asked, you nodded. after another 10 long awkward minutes you made it back to the dorms building, “oh and here yn,” he handed you a familiar box, you soon noticed after inspecting it more that it was the one from the cafe, “i got it for you when i came in earlier, it might not still be warm but i thought you’d enjoy it” he said with a sad smile that broke your heart into a million pieces, “thank you sunoo” you smiled weakly, your eyes finally meeting his. you wanted to burst into tears right then and there. his gorgeous eyes seemed to be tearing up slightly, the tip of his nose was pink due to the cold outside and his smile. the smile that once held so much joy and happiness, now seemed sad, it wasn’t nearly as lively and full as his usual one. it hurt, you wanted nothing more than to hug him and tell him that you like. no, love him so so much and want him back in your life desperately, whether that would be as enemies, lovers or friends. you just want him back badly, so badly it hurt your heart to look at him.

you blinked and felt a tear slid down your cheek, followed by many more. “shit” you muttered, “thank you so much for taking me and picking me up sunoo” you said, voice nearly breaking as you rushed off towards the elevator. quickly pressing the 2nd floor button and wiping the endless stream of tears. you didn’t notice but when sunoo saw those tears fall he couldn’t help but let a few too many slip out as well. he looked down holding his hands in his head as he rushed down the hall to his dorm, eyes full of tears rushed to open the door, soon he made it in and collapsed onto his bed. sobbing into his hands

his roommate, jungwon, quickly sprung to his feet hearing sunoos sobs. “what’s the matter sunoo?” he asked as he sat down and rubbed his back. “i miss yn, so much” his voice broke, it hurt jungwon to see his friend like this. “i saw her today because heeseung made me take her to work and pick her up from it and,” he let out a sob as the moments prior replayed in his head, “take your time” jungwon said as sunoos head rested on his shoulder, jungwons resting on top of his.

“and i bought her food because i dont know if she’s been taking care of herself and when we got here she thanked me for the food and looked at me then she started crying and ran off to the elevator, it hurts so bad jungwon. i don’t know what i did” he sobbed louder, to which jungwon pulled him in closer. “it’s not your fault sunoo, i think yn reacted that way because she misses you too. she could’ve been surprised or something like that when you guys kissed at the party and her first instinct was to run away, but whatever is going on between you two i hope it works out and you guys can go to being friends at least”

sunoo nodded, wiping his tear stained cheeks with his sleeve. “thank you jungwon” he said as he sat up, “of course” he replied before standing from his bed, “i’m here if you ever need to talk or anything”

sunoo nodded, suddenly feeling tired. he let his head fall against the pillows and pulled the blanket over him, quickly falling asleep.

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☆ an - the urges won, i had to write angst 😞 i’m very sorry but i have a love hate relationship w it. n e ways this hurt to write bc why would i wanna write sunoo crying but it just happened 😭

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[sarunohadaki]

9 - and Kazuha is A. Bonus points if it ends up being heikazu-related somehow

"The boss fires A and the rest of the team walks out in opposition" (700 words)

The day had started out like any other.

The usual water-cooler banter, the usual slacking off from Itto who came into work fifteen minutes late and sat in his cubicle next to Heizou’s, his chair constantly squeaking as he attempted to get comfortable with his legs hiked up on his desk as if he owned the place.

But then Kazuha had walked by.

Kazuha, the only reason Heizou had lasted at this job this long. Kazuha, with the hair that their manager Kujo Sara criticized as too long but shimmered as he walked underneath the pale yellow ceiling lights to his desk with a box in his hands.

A box he set down in full view of Heizou’s spot perched on the edge of his seat, pencil balanced between Heizou’s lips as he ran silent calculations about the situation.

“Hey Kazuha,” Heizou called. “What’s that?”

“Get back to work,” Kujo Sara’s voice called behind Heizou’s shoulder.

Ha! As if that had ever stopped him before!

Heizou leaned back in his chair, which squeaked, and grabbed his pencil to point it in Kazuha’s direction. His desk sat perfectly opposite his from across the hallway. Kazuha slowly picked his way through his belongings and stowed them away in the box. First went his little cup of pens. Next the keyboard. Kujo Sara circled Heizou’s desk as he watched, shooting daggers at him.

“Get back to work, Shikanoin,” she said.

“Alright, alright,” Heizou said.

He turned back toward his screen, greeted by recent DMs with Itto where Itto had sent Heizou a meme about marine biology. With a little smirk of Heizou’s lips, he switched to the private group chat he’d made with his coworkers a long time ago. They often used it to talk shit about upper management. When Heizou clicked into it, he noticed Kazuha’s name was conveniently deactivated.

@Everyone,

Was just alerted by Kujo Sara that we’re having an impromptu fire drill in five minutes.

Definitely doesn’t have anything to do with Kazuha just being let off.

Gather in the parking lot out back

Before Heizou had finished sending the last message, he heard notification bings sounding off from the other side of the room where Gorou was working. Itto straightened up in his chair and stifled an exclamation. Heizou pointedly ignored any looks pointed in his direction.

…

Five minutes later, an alarm Heizou had set on his phone went off, blaring as loudly as possible in everyone’s ears. Itto, who had started looking droopy-eyed in his chair, shot up onto his feet and started strutting toward the door perhaps a little too eagerly.

Kazuha hadn’t left yet, occupied with packing up the last of his desk and unplugging his computer. Heizou stood and clapped him on the back of his shoulder.

“Hey, let’s go out for some air,” Heizou said.

“Hm? But I…” Kazuha started, but then Gorou approached, throwing a glance over his shoulder as though expecting Kujo Sara to be there.

“We should go,” Gorou said.

“Absolutely correct,” Heizou said.

…

Out in the parking lot, Itto, Gorou, Sanganomiya Kokomi, and a hanful of other employees stood in a small circle. Heizou and Kazuha joined them, Heizou setting his hands on his hips.

“Alright! Now that we’re all here, let’s go,” Heizou said.

“Where?” Gorou asked.

“Wherever,” Heizou said. “We’ve walked out.”

“You what?” Kazuha asked.

Heizou turned toward him. “We walked out,” he said. “She can’t fire you like that unless there’s some backlash.”

“Yeah,” Gorou said. “You deserve better than that. We deserve better than that!”

“Hell yeah! Let’s blow this joint and grab a drink!” Itto shouted.

Kazuha took another hesitant glance toward their office building.

“Don’t worry,” Heizou murmured, reaching for Kazuha’s hand. He squeezed it gently. “You’ve already been fired. Not like they can do any worse to you.”

“You’re right,” Kazuha said.

“You pick our place to haunt,” Heizou said, “and I’ll pick up your tab.”

Kazuha’s lips perked up in a smile. “I’ve never been so happy to be fired before.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

(from this ask game!)

[mindy-lichtman]

A little backstory:

Since March 2020 I've been walking from my house to this gas station and using this set route back roads. It's 3 miles to and from the gas station using this route I used for years.

Well, I rest my legs up here for half an hour and then walk back the way I came after getting the fountain drink up here. Circle k carries his fountain drinks called polar Pop. And a little bit of ever dropping but they have this program called sip and save it cost like 8 or 9 bucks but for 30 days straight you get either one free coffee or one free polar Pop a day. I'm on the plan and every time I get paid I make sure to buy it. And make sure I got something caffeine in me for 30 whole days for free. The downside is that you have to have the receipt the initial receipt when you get it because sometimes the circle k systems will register you as not having sip and save and thus showing that receipt to them will clear up the situation and you'll be able to get your free whatever you want polar pop or coffee.

So back to my story, I went from 220 lbs years ago and with my exercise walking and my working at a food store called publix, I dropped my weight down drastically from 2:20 to 160 it took about a couple years but it was well worth it. I wouldn't give it up for the world.

A dark side to the story is that connect to mine from last year went and sabotaged my name for over 3 months and we still people stalking another dude and the people every time they see me taking my backwards like normal dude just outdo my exercise walk, they would like yell at me to harass me and intimidate me from walking and backwards anymore. I guess to make sure that I have no hobbies in my life that guarantee my happiness piece. All I do is in my thoughts in my head I flipped the bird to who's ever yelling at me and still continue to do my walks anyway. Because I'm doing it for my physical health and nothing more so I'm not harming anybody but being out and about and walking so those people can pound sand.

Oh, there is actually a backstory to the couple pictures of The greenery. That's actually a grown over storm ditch which back in 2020 wasn't that overgrown. But the first night in March 2020 I did my fitness walk down the road which is called alligator boulevard, there was this big scary broncos Jeep coming down the road and then all sudden when they caught side of me, they kept going up and down the road and hiding up roads well I wasn't having any of it so when I seen that ditch by chance when they went up one road I went ahead and wrote quickly duck down and slid down into the ravine and then I waited myself out on my stomach and I was out of you as the driver is a bronco. And then all sudden back and forth so you can hear it going back and forth like looking to see where the hell I went. Good times!

I haven't actually had any bad stuff happening to me when I'm walking at night. I mean, if you count the time I was walking home from work Halloween night 2021 and got into a bad pedestrian accident, then yeah that counts. But other than that nothing really scary's ever happened. The people that were yelling and shouting at me for a month and a half straight at night for seeing me doing my exercise wall, that wasn't scaring me, that was actually honestly pissing me off.

[darspeaksout]

24 Lessons in 24 Years

1. Anyone can wish you a happy birthday, but not everyone can give you money. 

2. When you’re young, you want to fit in. When you grow up, you want authenticity. The circle becomes smaller but the people who are a part of it become more valuable.

3. Most of the things you are worried about today will not matter next week, let alone next year. Also, everyone dies one day - including the people who are giving you a hard time.

4. People who are insecure will find ways to take offense to things that don’t involve them. Your self-confidence, for whatever reason, is what they chose to make their biggest problem.

5. The silence of your friends is more telling than the shouts of your enemies. When you accomplish something, pay attention to those who don’t congratulate you. Jealousy is real; and if they see you as their competition, they already lost.

6. Your biggest hater is hiding in plain sight and they’re roaming among your circle. Cut your grass and the snakes will reveal themselves.

7. Taking the high road is overrated. If someone disrespects you, take them to Hell. 

8. Unless you did something wrong, don’t apologize. If you fault someone by accident, replace “sorry” with “excuse me.” And if you’re asking for a favor, replace “sorry” with “thank you.”

9. It’s better to have a boring life with a stable routine than a chaotic life filled with turmoil. If you experience boredom, consider it a blessing and a luxury.

10. You don’t need to be liked in order to be respected. And standing up for yourself is always worth being disliked.

11. In work, you are forced to see your coworkers everyday. If there’s someone who is unpleasant, know that once you quit, you can decide to never see them again.

12. Most of your friendships are situational. Once the situation is over, so is the friendship. This doesn’t mean that it was never valuable, but simply that your time spent being close with each other has passed. Keep the fond memories and go on with life.

13. When someone shows their true colors, don’t conjure up explanations to justify their behavior. You want to believe in the good in certain people, but in the long run you risk hurting yourself for believing in something that was never there.

14. If someone gives you the cold shoulder, give them the Arctic.  

15. It’s true that health is wealth. But wealth is also wealth. If you come into money, be grateful and not ashamed, and remain humble about it.

16. A career isn’t everything. Find something you like to do but don’t let it define you.

17. If they’re not meant to remain in your life, they won’t. Don’t force connection. Forcing what isn’t natural only guarantees a quicker demise.

18. What hurts more than losing a person is losing parts of yourself in the process of trying to love them. By choosing to hold on to something toxic, you are teaching yourself that being with this person is of greater importance than respecting yourself. Most people are good people, they’re just not good for each other.

19. Less talk, less problems. If your life is problematic, it’s because you talk too much. Learn to shut up.

20. A trash personality erodes any and all physical beauty. Ask yourself, would you still like this person if you were blindfolded and all you heard were the things coming out of their mouth?

21. If you’re ugly and have a good personality, there’s still hope for you. But if you’re ugly and have an uglier personality, it’s hopeless. If you didn’t believe in reincarnation, now would be a good time. Because I don’t see any redemption for you unless you start from scratch.

22. Your younger self has a lot to be proud of. Take the time to acknowledge it.

23. Words show intent, but actions show it all. 

24. I don’t know everything. And I never will. 

- DAR DAR G

[babydaddyleorio]

15 ways Gojo annoys you

introducing the best worst boyfriend ever 

1. Will roll on your side of the bed and throw his whole body on top of yours. And when you literally try to pinch him to get off of you, he snores even louder in response, sneakily peeking one eye open and quickly closing it before you could catch him.

2. Is the type to harass you when you’re in the bathroom. Will burst in and go into a full on conversation while leaning against the counter, ignoring the way you’re glaring daggers at him as you sit on the toilet, or he’d slide notes underneath the door that say things like “Do you like me 🥰? Circle yes or no.” Also will pour excessive amounts of shampoo on your head if you’re in the shower just to prank you.

3. Never on time to pick you up. And when he actually is there on time, he makes sure that his music is on full blast and it’s something really embarrassing or vulgar. You look mortified as he slowly pulls up in front of you, rolling the passenger window down with a smirk on his face.

4. Takes pictures of you while you’re asleep with your mouth hung open and slob dribbling down your chin. He poses next to you with the peace sign and a huge smile across his face, posting all the pictures he took on his story and tagging you so you’d have a surprise for when you woke up in the morning.

5. Eats your snacks and pretends to not know what you’re talking about when you confront him, even if the evidence is still all across his face.

6. If you’re mad at him for something he did, he'll come to your house at 10:00 o'clock at night and stand underneath your bedroom window, a boombox raised above his head as he sings for you to take him back at the top of his lungs.

7. Gojo has one of those fake voicemails where he pretends like he’s there but in actuality he’s not. “Yellooo, Satoru here!...uh huh... uh huh... yeah just kidding, leave a message after the beep loser! 😜” You’re rolling your eyes whenever you hear his patronizing voice, and the sad part is It gets you every time since he’s always making new variations of it.

8. He is nosey as hell. Always in your phone whenever you’re texting someone, craning his neck with the corners of his mouth dramatically downturned as he reads the entire message thread, his eyebrows slowly raising at all the tea. 

9. Also is very full of himself. He once printed out pictures of his face and taped them all around your house, and ‘til this day you still find the atrocities placed somewhere in your home even though you’re positive you got rid of them all.

10. He starts unnecessary fights with you simply because he’s bored, and when you ignore him that just encourages him even more, following close on your heels as he repeatedly pokes your back to get your attention.

11. Gojo tries to randomly scare you. Will squeeze his tall ass inside of your closet and when you open it, he’d jump out while loudly shouting “boo”, and he even popped out of your trunk one time, scaring the absolute shit out of you as you were about to put groceries in. Gojo learned his lesson though when you instinctively popped him across his face one day, and he sat next to you with cold peas pressed against his swollen cheek later that night, glaring at you silently.

12. Kills the moment. You’d be about to kiss him when you open your eyes curiously, just to see him with his mouth poked out dramatically and eyebrows furrowed making awkward smooching noises, looking like a whole handsome squidward as he waited for your lips to touch.

13. Does not know the definition of personal space. He does things like blowing air into your ear, wiggling his toes while inching them closer to your face, and using the pressure from his infinity on you, whistling that he’s “not touching you” even though you could clearly feel the force from his powers.

14. Has no problem causing a huge scene in public. Has literally waited until you got in the driver’s seat of your car before deciding to roll his body across the hood and pretend as if you ran into him. Now he’s screaming at the top of his lungs in the parking lot about his broken leg, and he slyly lifts his blindfold to wink at you before going back to wailing in pain on the ground again.

15. Calls you in the middle of the night while he’s away on a mission. It irritates you to no end since he insists on disturbing your beauty rest, but Gojo simply smiles when he hears your sharp tone greet him on the other end. Gojo ended the call soon after you finished chewing him out though, and sighed to himself out loud, eyes staring at your contact photo as he thought about how much he missed you right now.

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From His Mind to Hers

chapter 8 >> Chapter 9 (Interlude)>> masterlist

✣ Pairing: Hanma x AFAB fem!Reader

✣ Warning: 18+, minors DNI; unhealthy relationships & dark content

✣ Chapter CW: hanma has violent thoughts

✣ Story CWs: patient/doctor relationships; smut (oral, ptv, pta, etc.), degradation, stalking, torture (not of y/n), murder, discussions of trauma and abuse, drug use, and more

✣ Synopsis: Forced into therapy, Hanma expects to waste his time and yours, but you’re not about to let the chance of a high-profile and higher paying patient slip through your grasp. The fact that you’re both attracted to each other doesn’t hurt either.

✣ Word Count: ~2.5k+

Sometimes an emergency looks like a crowd. The troops marshalled, bodies colliding like pinballs in a machine. Then, other times, an emergency looks like this.

A quaint pre-war house far from Toman’s usual haunts. The kind of neighborhood where everyone properly separates their recyclables lest the neighborhood grandmothers raise their quiet version of hell. The kind of neighborhood that only hears sirens when an old man falls in the shower and shatters his hip. Decorated with bric-a-brac and greenery, amid a dozen identical houses is the home of Kisaki’s maiden aunt, a sixty-something widow who favors her left-side because she can’t hear so much as a shout into her right ear.

Here, in the early pre-dawn hours, Kisaki calls together the men he trusts most, the inner circle of the inner circle. Paranoid as he is, that circle consists of only Koko and Hanma. The three men sit in the windowless basement, fending off the auntie’s many attempts to serve them breakfast as they discuss the morning’s leak.

It happened like this.

On the stroke of midnight, an unknown poster released a zip file titled “Toman’s Secrets_2018” onto a dark web brokerage site. The contents were locked behind a paywall, but in a good faith gesture, the poster released unredacted hundreds of emails between Kisaki, Koko, and Inupi from the last two weeks. The website advertised that the rest would be released to the highest bidder with the auction starting at ¥15,000,000.

The post was live for four minutes before it pinged an alert to Toman’s cybersecurity team. Twelve minutes later, the entire site crashed along with any archive of the post.

In the sixteen minutes that passed from start to finish, eighty-five visitors saw the incriminating post.

“The problem is that fucker, Inoshita,” Kisaki rants. “How much do we pay him to keep us safe? Seriously, guess how much? Almost a hundred million yen a year! And what does he do? He lets us get hacked. Doesn’t notice – fucking Kokonoi had to realize something was up – and then, he lets it get posted on the fucking internet for anyone to see! If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this was an inside job.”

Kisaki paces the length of the basement like a firefly trapped in a jar, flinging himself recklessly against his cage. His jaw twitches between breaths, a paranoid tick that when partnered with the glint of mania shining off his glasses makes him look truly deranged. A haunted insomniac, Kisaki wastes the nights as his mind supplies the worst-case scenarios, the ones where he’s betrayed, arrested, shot, strung up, laughed at. Now, he can hardly tell if he’s awake or lost in one of his bad dreams.

“It could be the HJK. Weaken our position before the final negotiations in the hopes to sweeten the deal. We talked about this, knew it might happen,” Koko suggests reasonably. Seeing someone else panic always mellows him out, like he can outsource his own fretting.

Of all of them, Koko has the least to worry about anyway. At the first sign of trouble, he probably moved all his money to the Virgin Islands and chartered a jet on standby to whisk him away. There are dozens of wealthy men – the kind who supposedly built their fortunes on the straight and narrow – who would love to conscript Kokonoi to inflating their own bank accounts. He’s in no danger.

Kisaki, on the other hand, has reason to be paranoid.

“Doesn’t mean Inoshita wasn’t their mole on the inside,” Hanma offers.

“It’s not the HJK. They want this deal as much as we do. Weakening us is one thing, but this could be a killing blow. What if the police get their hands on those files? We’re flat on our asses if that happens,” Kisaki snaps.

“Was anything incriminating in the email previews?” Hanma asks.

Koko shakes his head. “Everything we write is coded. Neither of us would ever say anything incriminating in an email. You could get a sense of some of our operations and use that to set up a sting, but nothing that would hold up in court. If you got the whole thing though? You’d be able to track the money, and that’s where things get real bad for us.”

While they sit with their thumbs up their own asses, the guy behind this is somewhere laughing. Hanma should be out there, hunting, sniffing out the fucker and acquainting him with the taste of fear. Instead, he’s hunkered down in a room with no windows, listening to the thumping footsteps of a batty old lady overhead. He tells Kisaki as much.

“Oh, you’d find the guy behind this, huh? Like you found out what the Haitanis were up to when I asked? I didn’t realize Detective Galileo was on the case, excuse me. I’m so relieved now. Problem solved! Tell me, Shuji, what the fuck have you been up to the last few weeks? Other than wasting our time and leaving us vulnerable. Tell me!”

Hanma could kill him, both of them, Kisaki and Koko, before either could fight back. A bullet to Kisaki’s temple. Koko would dive to the ground, go for his own gun, but there is no cover in the wide-open basement the old lady uses for laundry. And, Koko isn’t much of a shot. He’s only gunned someone down once. Meanwhile, Hanma’s gun would already be drawn. He could turn it on Koko before the other man has a chance to take aim. The old lady upstairs wouldn’t hear the bullets. He could put her down nice and humane without her ever realizing what was happening and be on his way.

The only evidence of this vivid fantasy is the twitch of Hanma’s forefinger. Three flicks. One for each gun shot.

“Where would you even start?” Koko asks.

“I’d kill two birds with one stone. Haitani! I’ve been saying it from the beginning. He’s our guy. I gun him and his runt kid brother down, and then, you’ll see there will be no more leaks, no more posts. It dies with them,” Hanma says.

“You haven’t found any evidence to tie them to the HJK,” Kisaki says doubtfully.

“Exactly! I’ve found fucking nothing. There should be something. A little scheme here or there. No ways those fuckers are keeping their hands out of our territories entirely, but they come up like ghosts when I look. Your auntie’s less clean than they are!”

Hanma’s conviction that Ran was up to no good strengthened with every day that passed. He never underestimated the man, remembered the way he lorded over Roppongi through his own strength, remembered searching for the boy after his release from juvie, fascinated to stare into the face of a murderer. What he found when he searched that face was pure ambition, unmitigated ego, power.

The version of Ran that Hanma constructed through word of mouth in the last month is to be despised, a label-whoring, double-talking golem with no blood in his veins. Just a smirk as he evades Hanma’s every attempt to find him out.

It’s enough to drive a man crazy.

“You can’t just off the Haitanis. They’re too big. It would be an obvious hit, and there would be a massive investigation. Our people on the inside are saying that the body count’s too high lately. You keep killing people, and it fucks up the city’s murder stats. The police will have to do something soon, and the Haitanis could be the final straw. They’ll write in the papers that there’s a turf war, get the public all in a panic, the politicians will foam at the mouth, and we’ll have a team of auditors up our asses for the next decade,” Koko argues.

“Who cares about that?” Hanma snaps.

The problem with Koko, of course, is that he, like Haitani, lacks blood in his veins. He replaces with shiny coins and foreign currencies.

“I care! I care about the future of my fucking empire. And, I’m not gonna let you burn it to the ground just because you’re having a tantrum,” Kisaki hisses.

 Kisaki points a finger in Hanma’s face, close enough that Hanma’s breath could fog up his glasses. Kisaki is shorter and weaker, but as he glares up at Hanma, it is the glare of a god who knows his power.

Quietly, but no less venomously, Kisaki continues,” You, Shuji, are a dog. A dog. You can whine and bare your teeth and bark all you like. Why? Because you aren’t going to bite anyone unless your master tells you. I’m your fucking master, Shuji. Me. I tell you who to bite, when to bite, how fucking hard to bite. And I’m telling you to tuck your tail between your legs and lay low until this blows over, or, so help me, I’ll put you to sleep myself.”

The nail of Kisaki’s pointer finger is trim and clean as it waves in Hanma’s face. Hanma could bite it clean off at the tip before Kisaki finishes his speech. He debates it, imagines the taste of blood and gristle, how he’d swallow down Kisaki’s howl alongside it like a wine pairing.

Violence permeates from his skin, a smell that only the initiated would recognize. As it settles in his bones, Hanma has no choice but to obey, to serve it up blood. His whole being demands it.

So, it’s important he leaves, here and now, or his decade long friendship is going to end with the boss man dead on the floor. A sad downfall to the grand empire they once built together.

“Fine,” Hanma seethes. “I will leave the fucker alone for now. And you can cry from your jail cell how you should have listened to me. Sound good, Master?”

“Good boy,” Kisaki says, but his eyes glaze as they rescan the screenshots of the night’s post. Already, distracted, like Hanma is merely an obstacle to handle.

Hanma stomps up the stairs, ignoring the sympathetic smile that Kokonoi tries to give him. Rage is blinding, and the edges of his vision are blurred with it. It obscures time and logic, too, so that Hanma returns to himself some time later, not knowing where he is or how he got there.

He takes stock of his surroundings.

The roar of a subway train as it speeds by beneath his feet tells him he’s at a station. A sign overhead reveals it’s Tokyo Ginza. Men and women with pressed hair and suits, backpacks and briefcases, rush by every few seconds, so enough time must have passed for the start of the morning commute. In front of him is a line of pay-by-the-hour lockers, and his hand is held around a small, plastic square inside an open locker.

Yes. His phone. Kisaki made them lock up their phones in storage to avoid the risk of a trace. He’s returned for his phone.

The sharp return to the material world doesn’t quell the murder in his heart at all. He is well-versed in waking up from blackouts in strange surroundings. If anything, the disorientation only heightens his need to take action.

There is time to return to Kisaki, to crack his skull in sacrifice to the demand for retribution that roils his guts. Or, he could find Haitani. He could reclaim his free will, figuratively kill Kisaki and the yoke of control he claims over him and have the satisfaction of obliterating a sword enemy off the map. Or, he could disappear into the dingiest streets of Tokyo, prowl for a fight, leave an abundance of broken bodies – not dead so as to spare the police’s precious murder rates – but hurt enough that Hanma can wash clean the violence that possesses him.

Hanma takes a step towards an oncoming train, half an idea already formed in his head, when the phone rings. Your name lights up the screen.

Today is meant to be his first real session in weeks after things went off track at the horse races. He’s seen you, but not in the clinical setting of your office. He had been looking forward to it, imagined that guilt would eat you alive when you fucked him in your office. There would be no denying your culpability then, the reality of your choices, no way to forget that he is your patient first. Hanma thought that would be a delicious comeuppance for you, a little game.

But now…

“I can’t come in today,” Hanma says before you have a chance to greet him.

“What? You want to meet somewhere else?”

Your voice is delicious. A little raspy, like maybe this is the firs time you’ve spoken this morning. Such a little thing, but with his heart already pumping with fury, he hardens in his slacks. Wanting to fuck doesn’t even slightly decrease the violence in him.

“No, I can’t see you today,” Hanma says. “If I see you, I’m going to hurt you.”

No answer, just your heavy breaths, like maybe you’re lifting something heavy or moving quickly. Hanma doesn’t hang up. Just listens.

“Are you losing control right now?” you finally ask.

“Hmmm, I’m completely in control,” Hanma drawls, breaking into a giggle that is decidedly out of his control. “I mean, I’m going to enjoy every minute of what I do next.”

“Are you bored?”

“No, Doc. I’m not bored. I’m fucking pissed.”

“Is there a difference between when you lash out when you’re bored versus when you’re just angry?”

“Hmm…Intention. It’s the difference between eating a good meal you ordered and a good meal you cooked yourself. I’m going to eat well today.”

His feet take him deeper into the belly of the city as he takes the escalators two steps at a time. Two trains roar into station and drown out your next response. Hanma has to ask you to repeat yourself. Two minutes until his train arrives.

“Let me help you!” you shout to be heard.

“Help me?”

“Yes, help you!” you shout. “You asked me before how I intend to divert you when you’re losing control. Let me show you! Give me the chance to show you how you can control it.”

“You don’t want to see me right now, Doc. If I see you, I’m going to hurt you.”

“I’m asking you to trust me. Meet me at Shidoshita Beach in two hours. If you’re still feeling this way when we’re done, I won’t stop you from doing whatever you need to do. But give me this chance,” you plead.

“And if what I need to do, I do to you?”

“I’m trusting you, too, Shuji. Meet me at the station. Two hours.”

The phone beeps twice to signal the end of the call as his train pulls into the station. And he doesn’t move a muscle as he debates where to head next.

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Hello lovely - Could plz you do draco smut on the hogwarts express with breeding kink? but they keep going after he finishes 😶‍🌫️🤪

Hogwarts Express.

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the 9 3/4 platform are full of wizards and witches coming back from their home, hagrid already waiting and calling them to come inside the train, but he still waited as he saw the blonde haired guy still standing outside.

“malfoy, you gonna miss the train if you keep standing there!” hagrid shouted at him getting impatient by the time.

“a minute hagrid. i’m waiting for my girlfriend!” hagrid rolled his eyes at him taking a seat on the nearest bench while the train already honking at them.

finally, draco spotted his girlfriend running to him with her belongings, he quickly wrapped the girl in his arms.

“hey my love, how’s your summer?” draco asked taking her stuff in his hand helping her as both of them now entering the train.

“it was good i had so much fun with my parents! what about you?”

“it was nice i guess but it would be better if you were there with me..” y/n chuckles at her boyfriend.

“next time i promise, pinky promise!” he laughs as he opened the empty cabin and motioning y/n to go inside.

“why dont we sit with our friends, dray?” y/n asked him in confusion while draco placing her stuff in the trunk.

“i miss you too much to sit with them today, love” draco sits beside her, cupping her face in his hands as he finally gets the taste of her after being separated from summer break, y/n kissed him right back until they broke the kiss.

draco and y/n talked about how their break, random things for hours as the train still on its way to hogwarts, y/n is currently eating her snacks that she bought from the trolley lady but she stops when she watched draco swished his wand and the window covered instantly. she widen her eyes as one of draco’s hands squeezed her thigh under her skirt and rubbing small circles on it, she looks up at him who now held a lustful gaze in his eyes.

“draco.. not here.” y/n warned him but its only made his hand trailed higher, draco gives her a cheeky smirk.

“cant blame me.. you’re too hot to resist and i cant wait until we get to hogwarts i miss you too much..” draco leans into her face biting and licking her earlobe then kissing her jaw making the girl letting out soft whimpers.

“b-but what if someone comes in, draco? its too risky.”

“and thats what it made this more fun, right?” draco chuckles lowly as he took out his wand from his pocket and casted a locking and silencing spell at the door.

“you’re unbelievable” y/n laughs, her hand removing his blazer and unbuttoning his black shirt and draco does the same to her.

“i can tell you that you wanted this too. i bet you’re thinking of me while touching yourself in your room, wishing it was my fingers instead, hmm?” y/n moaned at his dirty words she hated to admit but it was true.

“use your words and answer me.” draco slapped her thighs making her gasped.

“y-yes” she stutters as he starts to rubbing her from her panties.

“yes what?”

“yes draco.. p-please touch me” y/n begged desperately at him getting more aroused at his touch.

“i’m touching you.”

“no.. you know what i mean, dray..” y/n leaned back to her seat and widen her legs for draco making him chuckles deeply.

“you’re just a needy slut, aren’t you?” y/n nodded eagerly at him, running her hands around his bare chest and abs causing him to rolled his eyes back at her simple touch.

“yes i am, please i need you” draco pulled down her panties throwing it to her side, y/n’s breath got stuck in her throat as his thumb made a contact with her clit.

a moan left her lips as he thrusted his fingers into her, she quickly put her hand over her mouth to muffle her moans making draco stop.

“dumb slut, be as loud as you can i’ve casted a muffliato.” draco put her hand off of her mouth and replacing it with his lips instead, he kissed her roughly, their tongue dances together fighting for dominance. draco won of course as y/n moan into the kisses when he inserts his fingers back into her and starts to pumping faster.

y/n’s hand going down to his clothed boner rubbing it causing draco to let out a hiss but he quickly slap her hand away.

“you dont get to touch me. dont be a bad girl or you wont get to cum” draco curls his fingers inside her and thrusting faster hitting her spot making y/n squirmed in her seat.

“draco please i’m so close..” and with that draco pulled out his fingers making y/n whining in frustration.

“not yet little slut” he pulled y/n from her seat and stood her up against the window.

draco quickly unbuckled his belt and and letting his trousers falls onto the floor, he pushed her skirt up to her waist and hooking one of her legs to his waist as he lining his cock up and down her slit.

“beg for it, slut.”

“please dray please please fuck me fill me up with y- ah- yes- oh my god!” y/n screaming out loud instantly as draco gave her no warning and pushed his cock all the way inside of her, he gives her no time to adjust as he starts to rocking his hips against her.

“fuck you’re so tight- wrapping my cock so tight.. such a good girl-” draco pounding into her harder and faster making both of them feeling heavenly. one of his hands squeezing her breast, twirling and pinching her hard nipple making y/n dug her nails deeper on his back.

draco’s thrust getting sloppier as he feels the knot tighten in his stomach, he forced his cock deeper inside her nearly brushing her cervix making y/n screaming louder.

“i’m gonna cum.. please let me cum!” y/n pleaded at him cant hold her high anymore as draco doubled up her pleasure by rubbing her clit with his fingers.

“shit- cum baby, now.” y/n came instantly with loud moan left her lips after he said that, her legs began to shake, her walls clenching and pulsing around him making his cock throbbing inside her.

“thats it- ‘m gonna fill you up baby, stuffing you full with all my hot cum, fucking hell-” draco came to a full stop as he shoots all of his cum into her, spraying his cum inside her filling her up like he promised, he ride out their high.

fuck, he was still hard.

draco made no move to pull out, he captured y/n’s lips back on his as he still rocked in and out of her snapping his hips against her making the girl moaned again.

“im not done yet with you baby, now bend over the seat” y/n obeyed getting into the position, getting all fours, draco gives her a few spanks on her ass making them printed with his hand print.

“safeword?” draco said as he lining his cock back on her cunt, their juices making it slippery and made his tip slipped into her causing y/n to winced.

“no need draco, please just fuck me again.” and with that draco slammed his entire length into her, granting her wishes, profanities left their lips.

“such a greedy girl, only for me”

“yes yes only for you, harder please” draco was surprised that y/n hasnt sensitive yet, he thrusted harder and sped up his pace at inhumanly pace, clapping sounds and moans filling the cabin.

“fuck draco!” y/n couldnt contain her scream anymore she only wanted to screaming his name while she came undone around his cock.

“holyshit- y/n!” draco grabbed her neck pulling her up to his chest as he shoots his cum for the second time inside her, y/n moaned feeling so full. draco lazily ride out their highs and pulling out as he softening. their mixed cums dripped out of her and he quickly pushed it back inside. he reached for her panties and pulling it up.

“keep it there, wanna see you walking around with my cum inside you” y/n blushes madly at his order.

they quickly redressing themselves, their bodies feels so sticky. and to their luck the train has stopped at the same time. they quickly bring their stuff before opening the door.

“merlin it smells like sex in here” theodore nott said as he passed through their cabin.

“thats because we just had sex” draco replied without hesitation making the poor guy scrunched his face in disgust.

“you guys are so gross i dont ever wanna sit there again!”

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