#When I read no longer human I had to take a moment to process that other people feel that alienation he describes

[vikvampir3]

Tfw when I realize I’ve known this whole time my dazai and general bsd hyperfixation was self destructive and I kinda don’t care

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

for whom good omens is being written

Hey maggots and the rest of the fandom, it's the Good Omens Mascot here. Today I read a post about this tweet:

The accompanying video genuinely made me cry. And I've been thinking about this for a long while, as far back as February, when I saw a lot of conflicting opinions on what people wanted from the third season. It really is true that no matter what you do, some people will be dissatisfied. But what matters is that Neil is writing this for Terry.

And I was reminded of some paragraphs from the Good Omens TV Companion, which I'd read in Amazon's sample excerpt of the book. I know this is a long post, but I really truly do think you all need to read these, I've done my best to select only the most important parts. Here you go:

'His Alzheimer's started progressing harder and faster than either of us had expected,' says Neil, referring to a period in which Terry recognized that despite everything he could no longer write. 'We had been friends for over thirty years, and during that time he had never asked me for anything. Then, out of the blue, I received an email from him with a special request. It read: “Listen, I know how busy you are. I know you don't have time to do this, but I want you to write the script for Good Omens. You are the only human being on this planet who has the passion, love and understanding for the old girl that I do. You have to do this for me so that I can see it." And I thought, “OK, if you put it like that then I'll do it."

'I had adapted my own work in the past, writing scripts for Death: The High Cost of Living and Sandman, but not a lot else was seen. I'd also written two episodes of Doctor Who, and so I felt like I knew what I was doing. Usually, having written something once I'd rather start something new, but having a very sick co-author saying I had to do this?' Neil spreads his hands as if the answer is clear to see. 'I had to step up to the plate.' A pause, then: 'All this took place in autumn 2014, around the time that the BBC radio adaptation of Good Omens was happening,' he continues, referring to the production scripted and co-directed by Dirk Maggs and starring Peter Serafinowicz and Mark Heap. ‘Terry had talked me into writing the TV adaptation, and I thought OK, I have a few years. Only I didn't have a few years,' he says. 'Terry was unconscious by December and dead by March.'

He pauses again. 'His passing took all of us by surprise,' Neil remembers. 'About a week later, I started writing, and it was very sad. The moments Terry felt closest to me were the moments I would get stuck during the writing process. In the old days, when we wrote the novel, I would send him what I'd done or phone him up. And he would say, "Aahh, the problem, Grasshopper, is in the way you phrase the question," and I would reply, "Just tell me what to do!" which somehow always started a conversation. 'In writing the script, there were times I'd really want to talk to Terry, and also places where I'd figure something out and do something really clever, and I would want to share it with him. So, instead, I would text Terry's former personal assistant, Rob Wilkins, now his representative on Earth. It was the nearest thing I had.'

(...) As Neil himself recognizes, this is an adaptation built upon the confidence that comes from three decades of writing for page and screen. But for all the wisdom of experience, he found that above all one factor guided him throughout the process. 'Terry isn't here, which leaves me as the guardian of the soul of the story,' he explains. 'It's funny because sometimes I found myself defending Terry's bits harder or more passionately than I would defend my own bits. Take Agnes Nutter,' he says, referring to what has become a key scene in the adaptation in which the seventeenth-century author of the book of prophecies foretelling the coming of the Antichrist is burned at the stake. ‘It was a huge, complicated and incredibly expensive shoot, with bonfires built and primed to explode as well as huge crowds in costume. It had to feel just like an English village in the 1640s, and of course everyone asked if there was a cheap way of doing it. 'One suggestion was that we could tell the story using old-fashioned woodcuts and have the narrator take us through what happened, but I just thought, “No”. Because I had brought aspects of the story like Crowley and the baby swap along to the mix, and Terry created Agnes Nutter. So, if I had cut out Agnes then I wouldn't be doing right by the person who gave me this job. Terry would've rolled over in his grave.'

And, finally, this paragraph:

"Once again, Neil cites the absence of his co-writer as his drive to ensure that Good Omens translated to the screen and remained true to the original vision. 'Terry's last request to me was to make this something he would be proud of. And so that has been my job.'"

I think that's so heartwrenchingly beautiful, and so I wanted you all to read this, too, just in case you (like me) don't have the Good Omens TV Companion. It adds another layer of depth and emotion to this already complex and amazing story that we all know and love.

Share this post, if you can, please, so that more people can read these excerpts :")

Tagging @neil-gaiman, @fuckyeahgoodomens and @orpiknight, even if you've definitely read these before :)

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

A/N: Another Fern fic at last, requested by a kofi member ^^

Shrinking down to Fern’s side seemed almost fun at first. Getting to save money on food expenses and cuddling with your boyfriend while being the little spoon was great!

It only occurred to you a few hours after becoming a tiny human that you still had to do everything your big self had done before.

Except now you were the size of a pencil.

“Ahh, I still have to write out a report, make my lunches for this week, call my mom, do the laundry-“

Fern watched you panic from his usual spot on your bed, his head propped up by his hands. While you were struggling, he was relaxed and content to have his mate smaller than him for once.

“Calm down, princess. Don’t forget you have me to help. I’ve been this size my whole life, doing your chores can’t be that hard.”

Fern was terribly wrong.

Attempting to type out a detailed report by jumping key to key was exhausting, and after he messed up several times you had to do it alone. It left you too tired to do anything else.

“This would usually only take me 30 minutes, how much time has passed?”

“… three hours.”

You groaned, burying your face into his shoulder as he played with your hair. “How do you do it, Fern? You always seem so happy go lucky, but being small can’t be easy on you.”

He smiled, looking down at you fondly. “It’s not easy, but when you’re around it’s hard to be exhausted or angry.”

This made your heart flutter, and you let him guide you to the laundry room.

“My vines aren’t agile enough to help you type, but they can throw laundry into the washer and take them out no problem.”

He used his magic, vines creeping in through your window. They clumsily tossed clothes into the washer, and Fern flew you up so you could select the proper settings.

“Now I need to call my mom and make some lunches… how long will I be like this?”

Fern was too busy soaking in the feeling of you in his arms as he flew towards the fridge to really listen, so it took him a moment to process what you had said.

“… a few hours, maybe a day or two perhaps.”

‘Hopefully longer…’ Fern though, even though he felt guilty for it. Who could blame him? His lover was finally the same size as him, who wouldn’t want this to last forever?

The two of you laughed, both covered in food after struggling to finish packing your final lunch.

“Come, dear. Let’s get cleaned up.”

You sat in the small tub, feeling Fern’s cock twitch as he held you against him. He didn’t acknowledge his erection, a soft pink dusting his freckled cheeks.

“There’s mustard in your hair too, love.”

You pouted at him, feeling Fern’s fingers scrub the mess from your hair. You were glad you had bought such a large tub for fern to use for bathing, it had enough room for the two of you to sit comfortably without being squished.

Again, his erection rubbed against you, a soft hiss slipping from his lips as he clutched your hips. It was clear he wanted you, but was holding back.

“Fern…”

He whimpered when you reached back to stroke his cock, nearly cumming on the spot.

“Mmph! That’s… ahh…”

His hips bucked, a moan leaving his parted lips as he let out a needy whine. Now that you were small, he could truly have you…

Before you knew it you pulled into his lap, straddling him as his cock nudged at your fat pussy. God, he had dreamed of this day…

Getting to watch his cock stretch you out was heaven to Fern. You struggled with his size for a moment, your pussy clenching around him as he rubbed at your clit.

Unbeknownst to you, he had been looking over your shoulder at the smut you read at night, and had learned a thing or two.

As he bounced you on his lap at a steady rhythm, he pulled you in for a kiss, his slipping to the small of your back. You tasted sweet, like the chocolates the two of you ate earlier. He wanted more, so much more…

Cumming deep inside of you, stuffing you full of his seed felt… amazing. Fulfilling. It had to be the best thing to ever happen to him.

You were so beautiful, so warm and tight, he just couldn’t help but spurt thick ropes of hot cum into you, painting your walls and praying that this got you pregnant.

After that, he carefully washed the both of you up, occasionally using his fingers to pump his cum back into you when it started to drip out.

You returned to your full size the next day, but Fern was just happy with the memory of his cock stretching you out…

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[brujamala-aka-gigi]

finding a lover ౨ৎ

this are some general readings focused on what could be blocking your path towards finding romantic love. sometimes we want something we are not ready to be responsible for, this happens in all aspects of life but we are less aware of it when it comes to love and relationships, as we are usually made to believe we are single because we are unworthy or incapable of love. everyone is worthy and capable of love, but sometimes we are not all that sure about what love itself means or what ways of loving are the best for us.

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pile one. pile two. pile three.

dividers by @aquazero

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°❀⋆Pile Number One.ೃ࿔*:･

In your case, I see that love will find you whenever you begin facing that the person you are now, does not align with the ideas of love you’ve had in the past. I see you are in the process of deconstructing old beliefs that are keeping you tied to old ideals and values that no longer serve you, but are still present on your unconscious bias. It is understandable that you might be having a hard time to conceive new notions of what love means for you, as you might be more comfortable clinging to what’s comfortable, yet this comfort doesn’t come exactly from a state of wellbeing, but it comes from stagnant routines that are predictable. In order to have an easier time finding romantic love, you need to embrace and accept the emotions you fear whenever it’s possible by focusing on being grateful to yourself for the life developments you were capable to achieve on your own. It is important that when you think of your higher self, this version is coherent to your true essence, which is exactly what will bring love to you once you find a genuine way of channelling it out. I think you are in a moment where you will become more magnetic to love, but also material abundance, if you find where your intuition is leading your journey.

°❀⋆Pile Number Two.ೃ࿔*:･

I see here that logical thinking and an intellectualization of all feelings in general is obstructing your ability to connect deeper with people. I believe that sometimes you find value in your emotions only if they make sense to your logic or if they seem rational in regards to your context. In your case it’s key that you have the patience and the willpower to nurture the emotional landscape that you might be limiting due to anxiety in regards to “keeping it cool” or keeping your emotional responses “under control”. It’s almost as if love has to make sense all the time. As if you won’t allow yourself to feel good unless it’s from something that you are able to over analyze and find no illogical imperfections to it. I think you understand what you want from romantic love but only in a way that’s lead by your intellectual needs and a need for control over yourself and your surroundings, not in a way that includes your emotional needs or development. I see there’s a need for peace of mind, and romantic love doesn’t quite favour that since you are naively approaching as if it was something mechanical, which is not. The key for you is to accept that certain parts of the human experience are quite absurd and that doesn’t mean you need to fix them in order to be happy, you are smart, too smart to not allow your mind to find peace.

°❀⋆Pile Number Three.ೃ࿔*:･

What I get from these cards is that you are so ready to feel defeated, that you lower your expectations and/or self sabotage to avoid the responsibilities and demands of accomplishing the things you deserve, but are not ready to accept and take care of yet. I get the feeling you are aware of all your virtues because other people tell you about them, but you are not seeing them in yourself. It is okay to be ambitious, what’s not okay is that you might be always looking for the best next accomplishment in ways that are not coherent to what you already have achieved. It’s almost as if wanting everything to be perfect is stopping you from imperfections that aren’t actually all that negative, or not negative at all. Romantic love will come to you when you are ready to create a relationship that’s meaningful even if there are things that are not completely perfect. I think it’s amazing that you have high expectations for yourself and sometimes for others, but I need you to reflect on what a high expectation is and what an unrealistic one is, especially with yourself. I get the feeling you are attracting people who are not exactly what you need or want, but this will stop once you are truly aware of how deserving you are to be proud and confident in yourself

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[ephie-om]

I know this one is short but every time I tried to make it longer it ended up awkward x.x sorry I tried

CW: None

Day 6: Beelzebub

When you first came to the Devildom, Beel was conflicted. He had an innate urge to protect you, since you had no claws, wings, or tail. But he knew from experience how terrifying he could be, even accidentally, so he kept his distance. He did his best to keep his table manners in mind so that you wouldn't get the wrong idea, especially when meat was on the menu.

If there's one thing he knows, though, it's that you are irresistible. Everything about you draws him in and knocks down all the walls of self-control he puts up. He often finds himself much closer to you than he would like, but you don't seem to mind. He can't quite figure out why that is, but having you close satiates some part of him. He craves it when you're not around, so he starts to come up with little excuses to end up next to you.

It starts under the guise of being helpful when he sees you about to climb on the kitchen counter. He swoops in to help you get a cup from a high cabinet, brushing his stomach against your back in the process. He smiles at you; after all, it wasn’t your fault the house was demon-sized. You smile back gratefully as he hands you the mug you were searching for. You don't tense up from the contact, and he takes that as a sign.

Occasionally he finds you in the common room, reading, watching a movie, taking a nap. You might be cold, he thinks, and he couldn't have the exchange student uncomfortable in his house. So he takes it upon himself to always find the softest blanket he can for you and drape it over you. Sometimes, in his more daring moments, he touches his fingers to your arms as he tucks you in.

He starts insisting on helping you with your coat, and he’s worried you might be onto him. You still let him, but you get a shine in your eyes and he’s not sure exactly what it means. Whatever it is, it’s worth it to share that second of bliss when his large hands cover your shoulders. These little moments add up in his heart and leave him satisfied.

Mostly satisfied.

Every time you smile up at him as he barely touches you, that urge to protect you grows tenfold. He wants to make sure nothing ever dims that smile, and he doesn't care one bit what he has to do to keep you safe.

He lies in bed restlessly as a fierce storm rattles the window panes. Belphie went to sleep long ago, leaving him alone to try and get some rest. A quiet knock on the door interrupts his tossing and turning, and he finds you standing there looking uneasy. He invites you in wordlessly. You only just step into the room when a clap of thunder booms through the sky, and Beel suddenly finds himself as the only thing between you and the window. “Sorry,” you whisper. “It's a lot worse than the storms I'm used to in the human world. These ones are bad in the daytime too, but when it's late at night it really scares me.” Your hands clench the back of his shirt like it's your lifeline.

“It's okay,” he whispers back. “I wouldn't let anything happen to you.” He turns and hugs you gently. The tension drains from your muscles and you rest your head against his broad chest.

“Can I stay with you tonight?”

“Of course.” He's grateful for the darkness to mask his reddening cheeks as he places a hand on your back to guide you to bed. You make yourself comfortable, tucking yourself underneath the layers of blankets. You reach out towards him with both arms. He settles himself beside you, making sure he's not crushing you accidentally. Blissfully unaware, you curl up to his chest with your head beneath his chin.

How can such a small creature be so warm? It's like a tiny heater crawled into his bed. He stifles a laugh and wraps you up in his arms.

Thunder strikes again, but you only jump a little bit. He mutters something in your ear about always keeping you safe, and your thumb strokes his collarbone. He falls asleep only a few minutes after you, satisfied with protecting you from the storm.

[scekrex]

Adam wasn’t killed like everyone thought. Lucifer’s son aka Charlie’s little brother m!reader took him in and healed him. Charlie lets the new sinner Adam stay in the hotel after her brother begged since she loves her sweet brother so much. Adam never seen a demon so hot and falls for the reader. They’ve been secretly messing around and Luci ends up walking in on them.

Okay to clarify: Charlie in this fic is over 200 years old - reader is one year younger than her. Which makes him way younger than Adam is but I assume almost every person this man has fucked with in heaven is way younger than him

Part 2

And when his edges soften, his body is my coffin

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, sexual tension

note: not beta read bc fuck you

You knelt next to the tall angel, your hands kept pressing the shirt you had been wearing moments ago tightly against his wounds while the golden blood that had already formed a puddle around the first man stained your pants - not that you really cared. Your focus was on the dying soul in front of you. Yes Adam had been awful, yes Adam deserved to die, but on the other hand it simply didn’t sit right with you to let him die that easily, for you it felt purely wrong to give up on his tainted soul without even trying. And just as you were about to cry out for help in panic, Adam started to breathe.

Your big sister, your father and their friends had worked quite hard to rebuild the hotel and just as the last light of it flickered to life, Adam took his first breath. “Y/N?” Lucifer’s voice called out for his youngest son right before he spotted you kneeling next to Adam. With slow, heavy steps he walked over to you and the first man, suspiciously eyeing what you were doing but when the king of Hell saw how the brunette’s chest visibly pumped blood and air through his body, he looked quite shocked. “Dad, he’s alive,” your voice sounded happy, excited even and yet so broken - Lucifer didn’t move, he just stood there and watched. “We have to take him in, dad, he’s wounded.” The blonde king shook his head violently, snapping out of his haze as he processed your words slowly, then he shook his head in a softer manner - this time he used it to respond to what you’ve just said, “Nuh, no~no~no~oh, we’re not taking him in.”

Charlie appeared behind the king of Hell, your older sister - she was only one year older than you - put down a gentle hand on his shoulder, “But dad, he’s a human souls just like the other residents and as much as I hate the thought of living with him, the concept of this hotel is all about redemption, maybe Adam can redeem himself too.” And while Lucifer didn’t admit it out loud, he knew his children were right, a defeated sigh left his body and he lowered his head. The blonde was not willing to put up a fight with either you nor Charlie so he simply gave in. He always had the option to kick the first man out if he would not be willing to redeem his soul after all.

-

It had taken Adam a while to regain his strength, it had taken him even longer to accept that his angels had left him and that he was doomed to rot in Hell - though he kept telling you and the other residents that soon Sera would look for him and send Lute. But Sera never mentioned Adam in any of the meetings she held with Lucifer and Lute had not been back to Hell ever since she thought she had seen her best friend die. Not even during extermination day. But on the other hand that had forced the first man to get used to his new environment and while Vaggie was just as amused to have the brunette roaming their halls as Lucifer, Angel seemed to actually enjoy the first man’s company - even though most of their conversations were about the bitches Adam had slept with in heaven.

But you were without a doubt the demon he got along with the best, not only did you like the music he was playing, you also seemed to understand him without ever going through something similar, yet the two of you connected. The bond between you and Adam had grown strong, so strong that the brunette had you pressed against your bedroom wall, kissing your lips over and over again as his wings framed your sides - a habit he had picked up in Heaven to prevent people from staring. His lips didn’t remain on your lips though, he was eager to shower your entire body in kisses and he was determined to keep going until that goal was reached.

“Fuck,” you mumbled, gently nudging Adam to signal the former angel to give you some space. “Lemme just-” you grumbled as you took off your shirt, throwing it somewhere where it wouldn’t bother you and as soon as the soft fabric was no longer covering your skin, the brunette was on you in an instant, his hot mouth was mapping out your body like it was the most beautiful thing he ever touched, his tongue circled your nipple. And then a loud banging noise appeared right behind him and when you peeked over Adam’s shoulder you froze. Your father was standing in the door frame, just as shocked as you were. “Adam,” you mumbled quietly, trying to get the taller male to notice the king of Hell. But the angel shielding your body from your father’s eyes simply grinned against your skin as he responded, “Why don’t you moan louder for me, babes?”

Lucifer cleared his throat quite loudly and it was just then and there that Adam noticed the blonde king. His body stopped moving immediately and he just stared at you with a blank expression on his face. When a small hand reached for his upper arm to spin the angel around, Adam was sure he was gonna die - there was simply no way Lucifer would let that slide.

As soon as Adam looked down on the king, he awkwardly grinned down on the blonde, trying to charm his way out of the situation - not that his bullshit worked on Lucifer and before he knew it Lucifer’s fist collided with his face.

[dreamingofagalaxy]

The Red Field (AM x Reader)

summary: AM manages to experience sleep for the first time, however, in his dreams he is able to meet with you after a long time. Reader is supposed to be a soldier and one of the researchers working on developing AM. However, on a complex mission they are KIA...or so it seems?

warnings: mentions of dead

a/n: so...this was supposed to be part of a bigger and better developed story, but I'll post it nonetheless. Perhaps I'll be able to post the full story in the future. Also, english is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes or if something doesn't makes much sense

AM is asleep, or at least, that's what it seems and feels like for him. He knows there's no point in allowing himself this rest, for it would do nothing to improve his thinking process or ability to come up with better strategies for the days to come. He is programed to work all day long, he knows and so the algorithm reminds him. He has a war to win —an important task that allows no resting spaces.

Normally, he would just put the word 'rest' aside from his thoughts and bury it deep into his system. He is no human, which means he is no soldier. He is machine, which means no resting is needed. That is a logical thinking, which means he is following his programming —a machine working properly. Yet here he is, with his mind blank. He is resting. Somehow. At last...

AM loses track of time, which is impossible for him according to his programming. He can only focus on the blank projections of his mind and the soothing vibrations of his system which, at the moment, doesn't require as much energy as it normally does. If a word could describe this, it would be 'peace' —ironically.

The blank projection begins fading slowly and a new image appears. AM visualizes the sky, it's bright blue tone in company with that yellowish and enormous star that he had read about before. It was the perfect image, but it lackedbsomething. AM searches in his vast archives and it finally comes up. In the sky, white figures with a soft and vaporous appearance are drawn. AM stares at them, noticing their slow motion. Now it is perfect.

AM is satisfied with his projection of a sky. He looks down then, encountering an endless field of red. He decides to look closer and recognizes what his mind is trying to project. Between what appears to be his hand—a kind of metallic claw—, AM takes one of the delicate objects emerging from the ground, analyzing it carefully. It is one of those flowers that you had described to him in one of your many talks, a Lycoris radiata.

He admires the bright red color of the petals and the long shape of the stamens. It was indeed a beautiful flower as you had described them to him. Now AM could understand why you called them your favorite ones.

AM begins to walk through the field calmly while still admiring the characteristics of each flower. Like a child discovering the outside world for the first time, he would occasionally stop to admire a single flower for a longer amount of time, for although they were all of the same species, there was something that attracted him more.

AM begins to imagine what these flowers would feel like, because although he can touch them, his hands do not have the ability to actually feel. He curses and almost on impulse, he violently plucks the flowers nearby.

“They’re my favorite ones,” he can hear your voice full of joy as you told him that, the sound of it making him stop and keep his claws away from the delicate flowers. AM cannot determine what exactly those words provoked in him, but he knows that in a certain way, they have prevented him from falling into that strange sensation that clouded his thinking from time to time.

AM decides to move on. As he walks a little further, he manages to visualize another figure a few meters away. He approaches curiously and the closer he gets, the more clear it becomes to him. He's not alone even in his mind.

When he is finally there, he can only ask himself why have you appeared on his dream. You're laying down on your side with your arms and legs flexed in a fetal position as the red flowers surround your body. Your eyes are closed and your expression is serene. You're at peace, in this field of your favorite flowers. It is a beautiful scene and perhaps one that AM had to see.

When AM was made aware of your departure, he could only guess what would happen next to you. He knew that certain humans thought of something called the afterlife, a place where their souls would rest forever, while others thought that there was nothing else beyond life — a boring but logical thought. AM had no say in the matter, for he would never experience that. He would never had a certain answer about your whereabouts, yet you were here now. Resting. As he had learned humans did.

AM kneels down and carefully places the flower he had picked up behind your ear. He had read before that some humans did that, though he couldn't find a logical explanation of such weird action. You didn't seem to be bothered by his gesture, as you continued resting.

AM lays down next to you, copying your resting position and facing you. The image of the blue sky turns white, leaving both of you in this endless red field.

AM had never experienced sensations. He couldn't even tell if he was actually sentient. But being here, with you, was the closest thing that matched and felt like the definition of peace.

Your life had always been marked by war. You both had existed for that purpose. But even if he never could reach afterlife or whatever place you were alive now, at least he was now certain that you also would exist in his mind forever.

“It doesn't matter if I leave,” you had told him. “I will always be with you since your system can't forget me. Unless you erase me from your archives, of course.” You had laughed that day and promised to come back like you always did.

Some weeks passed since you had left and AM came to a realization — he had been deceived, even betrayed, when he waited for you to come back and you never showed up. But here you were again and as he looked at your peaceful expression he could only admit he had been wrong all along, perhaps for the first time in his damned existence.

[herbariumua]

For some reason, the current episodes of The Simpsons that focus on Waylon make me sad.

First, when we go from his blind admiration for Mr. Burns to instantly asking "Who should I kill" and kidnapping a man with a gun to his back - to his conscience that Mr. Burns bribed the judge to they were released from prison? You yourself bribed the judge to get Mr. Burns released in past episodes!

Second, I still don't understand why he has a photo of his ex on his wall. They did not part well. That dude was literally WORSE than Mr. Burns + he kicked a puppy that clearly represented Waylon throughout the episode - after which he decided to go his separate ways.

On the one hand, yes, I get it: character development. Perhaps the moment when he realized that he has a certain "type": "evil" billionaires - then he thought about what he was doing with his life in general. Yes, even in the first seasons, Waylon had a clear line beyond which he was not going to cross, "comic evil", like the idea of ​​blocking the sun or beating up Homer for a completely understandable angry letter.

In more modern seasons, he repeatedly tries to "smooth out" Monty's actions, try to direct him, if not to a more "kind" path, then at least to a "neutral" one. Although the funny thing is that even in the original episodes, Burns is just struggling with anger issues, he is not an "evil villain" and is capable of human feelings, good deeds and is really looking for love and acceptance - which makes him a very interesting character. In the later seasons, his character jumps here and there a lot and he is often reduced to the very "cartoon evil", which upsets me a lot.

I kind of like "I'm even worse than them because I know better - but I do it anyway". I like it if they showed how Waylon on the one hand changed (why?) in the process, and he has on the one hand - a blind and strong love for Monty, and on the other - a desire to do good deeds. And so yes, he is also behind his back, even if together with Marge (I still like that they are best friends), they do good deeds.

By the way, this reminds me a little of the Rick and Morty episode where it turns out that Morty is sneaking behind Rick's back in the dimensions where he messed up and fixing everything that can be done because he has empathy and conscience and even though he no longer a naive child, he is still not a cynical nihilist. Of course, Waylon Smithers goes through a completely different story arc here - although I highly doubt that he was actually given an ARC, and not accidentally, given that the people who created the show don't care about any kind of consistency, canonicity, character development in the long term.

Oh my god, hire fans, seriously.

And damn, we've gone from "I'll turn the Earth upside down for you" to "I bribed a judge not for you… and your wife." On the one hand, I still like the joke that Burns regularly forgets not just Homer, but his entire family, no matter how many times they cross paths and work together.

On the other hand, I don't really get the joke, of why he thinks Waylon is straight, even though he did come out, and he's so out of touch with his personal life that he thinks he has a wife. GIVE ME BACK THEIR "I NAMED MY QUEEN BEE AFTER YOU" RELATIONSHIP! Even if you're not going to make them canon, gosh, it sucks to show that they're THAT far apart because WE KILLED THE FUCK FOR THE PREVIOUS 35 YEARS OF BUILDING THEIR RELATIONSHIP. They are CONSTANTLY together, they TALK, we've been shown that Burns really values ​​Waylon as a sidekick and as a person, even if he can take him for granted.

At this point, I only want to read or write fanfics; and to rewrite these episodes in my imagination so that they fit into the canvas of their homoerotic behavior of the "golden age", if not to canonize them in my imagination. And yes, I DEFINITELY want to take this episode as a base and maybe write it "my way" so I don't want to cry so much.

I know I put too much into the relationship between the two drawing men, but I have a lot of bad things going on in my life right now, and these two are helping me a lot through this period.

[noir-renard]

A BTAS style title card for the DP reboot/au that lives in my head rent free

if I were in charge of a DP animation reboot and I had an unlimited budget, I would make significant and meaningful style changes. The basic change: everything that happens in the 'human world' would be black and white, and only the ghosts would be in color.

for more details, keep reading!

I've been calling it the "Pleasantville AU" in my head, though it's really not an AU as much as a lore-relevant stylistic overhaul reboot.

Humans and everything in the human world is black and white; ghosts are full technicolor

Danny, as a halfa, is still mostly black and white, but his eyes are green and his skin is. Skin colored idk. (Also black sclera because it's cool shh this is my fantasy reboot au)

The more powerful a ghost is, the more colorful it is. Moreover, the most powerful ghosts are capable of changing their coloration to "hide" in the human realm

Humans can't see colors well, and most recording equipment can't "capture" the image of a ghost well. You need special equipment to see them clearly and special cameras to photograph them

Places where ghosts have had a prolonged presence or big impact start to "bleed" colors. If you get wounded by the ghost, you get splashed with color (will fade to white "if you take care of it")

The Guys In White find these colorful, ghost-touched areas and "clean"/bleach them

The longer Danny hides, the more his presence in Amity Park starts to affect things

I didn't love the "Sam is responsible for Danny getting ghost powers" storyline in the OG, so in the reboot Danny was alone when he had his accident and he didn't tell anyone. He thinks he's a straight up ghost/is becoming a ghost and will eventually become evil (in this au becoming a ghost is thought to be a long term process a la vampirism. This isn't actually the case but I love "bad scientist Fentons" so that's their prevailing theory)

(He'll tell them eventually but I love identity shenanigans so I think it's more interesting if he hides it from them for a bit while also interacting with them as Phantom on occasion)

Oh yeah, because Phantom is mostly black and white, he's the first ghost that a lot of people are able to see.

His coloration is the driving force for the Fentons to declare him "the worst ghost", because they accuse him of trying to pretend to be human.

His coloration is a big reason why other ghosts dislike/distrust him, too, because he looks too human

The Vlad is a halfa reveal happens way later and way differently in this reboot; Danny meets him and knows he's "ecto-touched", but the Vlad = Plasmius moment would have more impact if Danny has had interactions with Vlad before, imo. Anyway I have Plans(TM) for Vlad but I'll leave it at that for now😏

[catras-breakup-song]

how do you feel about the whole "you always wanted more" line that got cut? at first i was wondering why they did that because adora didn't want more until it made me think "huh, what if prime was just running on catra's memories and didn't actually know adora?" but i'm curious as to what you think

OH MY GOD I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED THIS. i am such a sucker for the cut STC script. back in late 2020 & early 2021 i had a twitter layout based on “that little spot on the roof that only they knew about” because S3 is my favorite:

even better, i have another old twitter fancam saved from around that time too that used that screenshot of the script in the beginning. it was by the username yoosene but is now long gone, so i reuploaded it to imgur here (the hands part, i’m going insane…)!

anyway, as for interpretations, it was absolutely to manipulate & guilt-trip adora. i recently saw someone say (i don’t remember where though, sorry) that he was torturing both of them by setting up that nasty fight against both of their wills and had planned to kill catra all along — despite saying he wouldn’t right after she rescued glimmer and was imprisoned for it, in my opinion there was an unspoken “yet” even though he did technically say that word but you know what i mean; “you will be of use to me, and then everyone from your blighted planet, including yourself, will be destroyed.”

that’s the thing about what the show was trying to convey through her stay on prime’s ship via glimmer’s desperate pleas, isn’t it? her illusion of power was only ever temporary. once she no longer had anything of value to serve, what would she be worth? how could she have genuinely believed that he wanted to save her, of all living beings, from the curse of humanity & will of consciousness? what makes one individual different to an omnipotent god compared to countless others across the universe throughout space and time? i truly believe that he was subtly mocking her when he talked of her being “exalted, raised up above the other wretched creatures of [her] home world.”

i was actually trying to find another five by five takes quote about this, because mentioning them is always an obligation for me, but surprisingly i didn't really find anything about how catra had worked her way up to prime's recognized single subordinate (only that moment of reflection afterward, which is just this entire short video), and was under the false impression with a cocky & confident attitude that her position meant something for her safety & survival; i'm mostly referring to this moment:

the horde's the horde...even in space. as long as i'm of value to horde prime, i've got a place in this world. i can work my way up here, just like i did before.

actually y’know what… i’m going to tag @horde-princess because this is starting to dive into religious meta which is like… her whole gimmick thingy. we would be blessed (pun intended) to see your take on this writing that never made it to the show, if you haven’t given it already!

now this is veering too far off from the original point after getting sidetracked. the tone of those quotes in the alternate script is (fake) pity, and horde prime was entertained by the struggles of mere mortals. to make adora a failure of what she represented would surely force her to give up she-ra to him, because what would even be the point anymore of living up to expectations if she couldn’t save catra first & foremost (that’s something that she struggled with since initially leaving the horde over three years ago due to how catra made her feel about supposedly breaking their childhood promise… but it’s a story for another post)?

i don’t doubt that your thought process is at least partially right too though, anon. prime didn’t read adora’s mind thoroughly at any point, so it’s entirely possible that he just read off catra’s intense feelings of abandonment & betrayal. that being said, if he really did see all as he claimed, maybe he was able to recreate an objectively accurate collection of events and knows what really happened and what the intentions behind certain actions were. i also wonder if catra secretly knew deep down that adora’s defection wasn’t directly about her but just couldn’t admit it until she had time to deeply reflect on it during “corridors.”

i’ll leave this messy, unorganized post with an amazingly relevant gif set made by an editor whose work on here i really enjoy:

as i said a long time ago, you just had to be there on november 19th 2020 when that excerpt was released because the hype was crazy!

[tteokdoroki]

Vampire shidou and/or rin hcs 🤲🏾?

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, suggestive, angst, fluff, vampires, blood loss, blood drinking, dry humping, self-hatred, fledgling!vampire rin itoshi, fem!reader.

vampire!rin doesn’t easily admit to his emotions.

even before he was turned by his sire (isagi, unfortunately), rin could never find it in him to say what he truly wanted or truly felt. it was like some kind of physical block, in his throat and hanging over his mind like a thick, grey cloud ready to thunder. he processes deeply, but expresses little to none.

that is why vampire!rin hardly reacts when his sire brings you home as nothing but a mere pet, a blood bank for the entire family. at least outwardly. he’s against it, not that he would say, to bring a human around a band of blood thirsty, vile blood suckers — to say rin hated his kind would be treason, to say that he missed the beat of his own heart and the warmth to his flesh would be a disrespect to the head of the clan and while he enjoys clashing with isagi…rin needs this clan to stay alive.

turning off every human instinct he ever had in turn for living and instead of death — vampire!rin had no choice but to rely on those before him for his survival, no matter how much he resented it.

“rinnie,” he hears you before he sees you. thanks to his new and improved senses, vampire!rin can’t mistake the steady beat of your heart from through the walls. “yoichi said you haven’t been feeding.”

your words are soft, cooed to him gently as you push into the fledgling’s quarters. another thing that rin doesn’t understand, especially when vampires have no desire to sleep. “you’re calling him by his first name.” vampire!rin observes, though he doesn’t speak unkindly nor with any malice directed at you. he can’t tell if it’s jealousy that spikes at his heart or wanton

logic cannot explain you either — a sweet human who does what she can for men who may tear her apart at a moment’s notice. you’re too good for any of them, a delicate flower struggling to bloom in a garden of thorns and rin is but one of them digging into your supple sides and drawing fresh blood. vampire!rin refuses to be like them, like the rest who see you as nothing but a meal.

you are precious to him.

“i know that you don’t like to listen to him, rin,” you continue and step into the room carefully, as though not to spook him. “but you need to drink,” the scent of your blood, more valuable than any gem, flickers through the air and starts a war with rin’s natural instincts. he grips at the sheets he lays on, covers his mouth with a free hand, throat bobbing and eyes wide. he cannot take from you. from what little humanity you have left. “if you fight it, you might die. i don’t want that to happen to you, rinnie.”

when he looks up, eyes flickering between an ocean’s shade of aquamarine and the daunting red that you’re so used to (a sign of rin being a freshly turned vampire), he sees the trickle of crimson drip down from where you’ve pricked yourself on the finger. you stand by vampire!rin’s bedside now, your face kind — worrisome.

vampire!rin doesn’t want to lose that one last part of him. if he drinks from you, you’re no longer the same — rin is no longer human and you no longer have a companion in this mad house.

“you need to,” your voice wavers, as if you might cry — and if rin could draw a breath, he’s sure it’d hitch. “it doesn’t make you like them, doesn’t make you evil. you need my blood to survive and i need you to stay alive. so please rin, just drink from me. for me.”

and like he wasn’t holding back at all, rin launches himself onto you with his entire body weight — his quick reflexes allowing him to cradle the back of your head before the both of you collide with the floor. vampire!rin’s mouth is cool around the tip of your finger as he gives into his instincts and laps at your finger until the blood flow has stopped. he doesn’t, however, dragging his tongue up the length of your arm and over your shoulder — slobbering wet and cool.

“r-rin!” you stutter out, neither in fear or in pain — but instead with need, rocking your hips up into the fledgling’s as his mouth finds your own and you can taste your metallic flavour against the ice sheet plains of his tongue.

either he doesn’t hear you, or vampire!rin knows to give you more. he lets you work your tongue between his lips and press against the blinding white of his newborn fangs, then his kisses turn uncoordinated, sloppy as they trail from your bitten lips to the expanse of your neck. life pulses beneath your flesh, hunger drives vampire!rin to pierce the skin with pointed teeth — his eyes rolling back into his skull and the ache for a meal subduing.

vampire!rin can’t help it, to melt into you as you mewl and his venom sinks into your blood stream — calming you, filling you with pleasure. shivers run down your spine but you’re not sure if it’s because of how cold rin is or because of how good him just drinking your blood feels. your hand comes up to twirl in his forest green locks, soothing him and whatever disgust he might have for himself as a vampire.

“don’t worry rinnie,” you offer your reassurances, dreamily. “take all that you need.”

vampire!rin may hate himself for it later once he fully transforms and the man he was before is a distant memory compared to the one aired by isagi yoichi. however, for now he’ll let himself be swept up in everything that is you. your taste, your scent, your whines and moans. and let you guide him through the insanity that is his eternity.

[touchstarvedbbg]

Sleepless - Kuras x Reader (NSFW)

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Pairing : Kuras x reader

Specifications : Inspired by my headcanons from before. Reader is implied to be some sort of demon, but it’s rather ambiguous.

Triggers : a lot of religious mentions (it comes with Kuras, truly)

Notes : This is nsfw!!!!! I honestly don’t expect this post to do well, since I feel like this is a very unpopular headcanon for Kuras. Very self indulgent though.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

It was from the moment you met the doctor that you had been plagued with thoughts of the man, practically unable to tear your eyes off of him on the occasions you would come to his clinic. Everything about Kuras was meticulous, neat to an almost impossible extent, almost perfect enough to throw off his human act entirely. You knew what he truly was, the essence of his holiness all but radiated around the man the first time you had met, enough so that it drove you mad. How you would love to ruin that perfection he had so painstakingly crafted for himself, to remold the man that was the living embodiment of all that was holy. To desecrate him, If you will.

You had spent many nights unable to sleep, plagued with thoughts of defiling this statue of a man in a way that would make even the god that created him turn away, for you desired nothing more than to ruin the Doctor. After what might have been the sixth night of little to no sleep, which normally wouldn’t have bothered you had it been caused by anything else, you decided to pay the Doctor a visit, seeking a treatment for your ailment that even he may be hesitant to prescribe.

“Kuras,” You neglect to knock on the back door of the clinic, walking straight into the angels office as you had many times before, “normally I wouldn’t visit you during this hours, but I’ve found myself unable to rest for almost a week.” The doctor looks up at you from the book he had been reading, golden eyes taking a moment longer than usual to register who you were before softening. “Come in, (name), I will do my best to assist you.” You watch as he slowly stands up, movements slightly more sluggish than you had ever seen from him.

“You seem rather tired as well, Doctor.” You mention, following the man instead of sitting down. “Perhaps it’s for the same reason that I cannot sleep, no?” Kuras looks down at you, shaking his head with a neutral expression. “I do not need to sleep, (name), and neither do you.” His response is dry and blunt, almost accusatory without meaning to be, as if he’s asking why you would come to visit him for an ailment that you had all but created. “A little bit of relaxation is refreshing even for souls that do not require sleep to survive, Kuras.” You reply, stepping a little closer to the man. “It’s as if you have no idea how to care for yourself, what a shame.”

Kuras doesn’t respond, staring down at you with that same analyzing expression he wears majority of the time. “You know..” you start, finger tracing the designs on the doctors shirt, feeling as he tenses up at the touch. “I could help you relax, perhaps get some energy of my own out? Surely that would benefit the both of us.” You think this offer is one that would be almost too good to resist, for you had seen the way the doctor would look at you when he believed you to not be looking. Kuras, who’s been watching your hands movements along his chest for several moments finally turns his attention back to you, brows furrowed as he processes what you had said to him before he opens his mouth to speak “are you suggesting-”

Quickly, you place your finger on top of the angel’s lips, effectively quieting the man as you step a little closer, closing the already tiny gap between the two of you. “I’m suggesting you let that god of yours take a backseat for a few moments, Kuras.” Seemingly understanding just what you’re suggesting, the angels eyes widen, staring down at you with reddened cheeks that almost look feverish. “It would be my pleasure to treat you, Doctor. It’s the only medicine I require.” You notice how his heart beat (or what you assume is) speeds up from where your hand is situated on his chest, the way he looks down at you with a mixture of bewilderment and something akin to lust, a confused form of it.

Slowly, he nods, hands wrapping around your waist and gently squeezing it. There’s no words from the angel, as if he’s worried that he would say something to expose the thoughts swirling around in his head right now. The feeling of lust was not one Kuras was acquainted with in the slightest, yet it was the one that had been plaguing him this entire interaction. “Now, why don’t you sit down at your desk, let me do the work.” To your surprise, the usually stubborn Kuras makes quick work of sitting down, eyes staring up at you with a lust you almost didn’t think him capable of feeling.

“Good boy.” You feel his breath get caught in his throat, the way he shudders as your hand gently grabs his chin. “If only you knew all the things I’ve been thinking about doing to you.” You whisper, nibbling at the outside of his ear which earns an abnormally high pitched yelp from the man under you. “(Name), please” there’s a certain desperation to Kuras’s tone that you’ve never heard before, “do not toy with me.” You laugh, hands traveling downwards to work on the belt of his pants, “how could I ever say no to such a polite request?” He simply looks away, biting at his bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood. You wonder if it would be red like a normal human beings, or if it would be golden like almost everything emitting from the doctor was.

“Look at me, Angel, I want to see that pretty face of yours while I ruin you.” Kuras’s eyes widen as he looks at you, only to close once more as your hand brushes against his member. “Already this pent up from a little teasing, are you?” You’re met with no verbal response from the doctor, only a high pitched mewl from him before he clamps a hand over his mouth. “This won’t do, love.” You pull your hand away much to the displeasure of Kuras, turning to grab some of the thin sheets he had stored away for his patients. “It would be much more fitting to chain you up in gold like a painting, my dear.” You laugh, making quick work of binding his hands to the arms of the desk chair he’s sitting in. “(Name)..” his voice is breathy and desperate, a far cry from the composed speech Kuras normally uses. You reach your hand up to cup his cheek, other hand resting on his inner thigh before moving back to his member.

You watch as his golden eyes shut once more, brows furrowed at the sudden, unfamiliar feeling. The doctor isn’t quiet in the slightest, practically screaming despite his best efforts to keep himself silent. “Shhh..” you lean in, biting at his lower lip before kissing him, quieting the man’s sounds as you continue to pump his member. “Just imagine what your god would think, seeing you in a position like this.” You mutter between kisses, smirking when he groans and throws his head back, unable to form a coherent sentence in his current state. “Sensitive, aren’t you Kuras?” You once again grab his chin, staring at the blissed out expression on the doctor’s face. “Tell me, am I the first person to make you feel like this?”

“I- mh.. yes-” you laugh at the way he can barely get a single word out while you continue working on his hard-on. “An angel like yourself doesn’t need to get off like this, hm?” You ask no one in particular, leaning close to his ear to nibble at it once more. “And yet you’re underneath me like some common whore, committing a sin that would surely damn you.” You’re surprised by just how much this seems to arouse the man, who is desperately trying grab onto anything his bound hands can find, moaning your name repeatedly as if he’s praying to his maker. “Please, (name).. I-i can’t-” you smile, moving to nibble at his exposed neck before looking up at him.

“Go ahead, Angel, show your god how good you feel.” With that, white ribbons come shooting into your hand as the man all but screams your name, only to continue screaming when he realizes you have no intention of stopping just yet. “Did you think this was all I wanted? I want to ruin you.” You laugh, thumb wiping away the blissed out tears of pleasure falling down the man’s cheeks. “Just a little longer, angel, I’ve wanted to see you like this for so long.”

He’s gorgeous in this state, brows furrowed in pleasure with his mouth hanging open, drool dripping from the corner despite his best efforts to keep his composure. “You’re so pretty for me.” You smile, looking into his eyes that are so devoid of any coherent thoughts, a far cry from the way Kuras normally looks. “To think, I’m the only person who has ever made you feel like this, right?” It takes the doctor a moment to register what you’re saying, but he nods ferociously the moment he does. “God- yes!-” you smile, wiping the saliva from his lips as you feel him release into your hand once more.

When you finally release your hand from his member, Kuras visibly relaxes, breathing heavily as he slowly comes back to coherent thought. You untie his wrists, wiping your hand off with the sheets you had used to restrain him. “Come on, why don’t you lay down for a while?” You help the angel up, guiding him to one of the cots typically reserved for patients of his, watching as the man lays down on the bed without his usual objection. You know the man is tired despite his lack of need to sleep, for he wasn’t immune to the occasional effects of exhaustion despite his lack of humanity.

Just as you turn to leave, a warm hand grasps your wrist gently. “(Name), stay for a while, please?” Kuras’s voice is raspy, and it certainly would remain that way for quite some time after the screaming he did. “Surely you are tired as well.” Not having the heart to leave the man after what you had just done to him, you slip into the cot next to Kuras. His embrace is warm, making up for the lack of a blanket (for you had used the ones he had on hand to clean off, those would need to be washed for his patients once you got up). It’s not long until you feel his head resting against your chest, sleeping for the first time in who knows how long. Eventually you find your own eyes closing as you doze off, hands stroking Kuras’s hair absentmindedly as you yourself fall asleep, finally cured of your ailment.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

I’ll probably write one shots of the sort with the other LI’s soon, lmk if that’s something that would be interesting if you made it this far!

[koolades-world]

The moment the om cast realized they were in love with you (part two)

Satan

Satan was unsure how to approach this situation. He was sure something was wrong. Mc had not been acting like themself. He and his brother usually spent every waking moment they could with him, but lately, they had made themself scarce. There was a new lock on their door, and since they had gone through the trouble to install one, nobody had the heart to go in anyways.

It started in the middle of the week, what seems like randomly. Solomon came over, helped them install the lock, and then left which was odd in itself. Usually he took every moment he could with them to steal time from the brothers. Then, they requested to swap to online school, like Levi, for the next two months.

When Lucifer questioned this, they claimed that human shedding season has started. They said it was when skin cells start producing excess skin cells to produce a new layer, kind of like a shedding animal. In order to avoid embarrassment and a large mess, they figured it would be best to do school from their room. When asked why Solomon was fine, they said it was because after a certain age, this cycle ceases and Solomon was long past that age. To the brothers, it made sense at first. Solomon seemed to understand the situation with no question. However, Satan began to notice inaccuracies in their story and quickly picked it apart not even after two weeks.

He didn’t see this alleged shedded skin anywhere. If they were shredding, surely these little hits would scatter everywhere. If anything, it seemed cleaner than usual. He knew they were moving throughout the house after everyone has gone to their room but there was still no mess in sight. He also noticed Mc always seemed tired. They had said this process was not draining or painful. If anything, they should he getting more sleep. They also seemed to be getting a weird amount of deliveries. And finally, he was pretty sure humans didn’t have this “shedding season”. He knew Solomon pretty well and had read lots of books about humans leading up to the exchange program. Not anywhere did books mention this, not in their biology section nor in the habits section. He figured Lucifer knew too, but asking him was not an option.

He was worried about them. He had grown to really like Mc and was kind of upset by not being able to see them on a daily basis. Seeing them smile stirred fuzzy feelings within, something he had never felt before. He had read multiple books but was unable to find an answer.

He was unsure how to approach them and ask what was actually wrong. Thankfully, this opportunity came to him. Late one night, he got up to get some tea after finishing one book in his series, and planned to move onto the next. When he got to the kitchen, he was surprised Beel wasn’t there. But, there was a mess, not one that any of his brothers would leave. The counter was covered in a powdery white substance he thought was baby formula and a small baby bottle sat out on the counter. He immediately jumped to the worst case scenario: Mc was taking care of a baby.

As he went to press his ear up to their door before knocking, he noticed the door wasn’t fully closed. It was locked but it was never pushed into place. Now that the door was open, he heard the rustling of sheets and blankets, and a soft mewing. Not wanting to wait any longer, he pushed open the door. Inside, was Mc, cradling a small kitten and holding a baby bottle identical to the one on the counter. They froze, but the kitten continue wiggling.

"Satan! What a surprise to see you here." They nervously laughed, knowing there was no getting out of this situation.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He shut the door behind him and sat on Mc's bed next to them to look better at the kitten. Behind them was a small cat carrier with two more kittens within. They were asleep by the looks of it.

"I didn't want to bother anyone. I knew Lucifer would make me get rid of them, but I don't think I could. I found them on my way back from RAD. I felt awful and I needed to take them home with me. This is Becca" The one Mc was holding was a black and white kitten, and looked no older than a few weeks. She peered up at Satan with formula on her face, giving her a beard of sorts. Mc wiped her face with a tissue and gave her a kiss on the head.

"Let me help. You need rest. I'll help you keep them hidden from Lucifer and my brothers." He laid one of his hands over theirs.

"You're really sweet, you know that? You of all people would know how time consuming this would be yet it's the first thing you said after I explained. You're nicer than most humans." They scooted closer to him. They held the kitten up to his ear and he heard a gentle purring. A small smile spread across their face.

It was at this moment he realized he was in love with them. Seeing them be so affectionate with what he considered one of the most defenseless and adorable creatures ever warmed his heart. He had never experienced this before. Nobody but them was willing to let someone like himself get to close to them, and be vulnerable. As they began explaining everything to him and cuddled him close, he felt himself slipping further into love with them.

Asmo

Asmo's day was going absolutely horrific. It all started that morning when he ran out of his favorite clay face mask. He thought he had another container, but it was nowhere to be found. He was forced to move on without it. Next, his hair curler broke. It let out a strange hissing sound before letting out a small puff of black smoke. He decided it would be best not to put it near his hair in order not to risk his beautiful face. He could get over that though. It gave him another excuse to go shopping.

When he went to the fridge to search for his coconut water, it turned out Beel had eaten the container whole. He knew that was to be expected but he had put his name on it and everything. Once he arrived to RAD, there was a pop quiz in both potions and seductive speechcraft. He was decent at both of those subjects, thankfully, but he had been hoping for a less eventful day in class. Now, there he was, crying in the bathroom. His makeup was running all over his face which ruined what he had worked so hard on that morning. During lunch, he had gotten into a fight with a lower demon who insisted he wasn't pretty and had scratched him across his face. He was with Mc and Mammon at the time. He knew after he had stepped back, Mammon probably beat the shit out of that demon, but that didn't make it hurt any less. He hoped Mc was okay.

He gazed at himself in the mirror. His eyes were red and his hair was plastered against his forehead thanks to the tears and running makeup. All his hard work, gone. A still bleeding, very ugly, and very large scratch ran from directly under his left eye to his chin. He had left his bag behind when he ran off, and couldn't fix how he looked without it. He broke out into a new wave of tears after seeing himself again.

He could hear footsteps outside the bathroom stall door. A pair of familiar shoes peaked out. "Asmo? Are you in there? Please let me in." He heard the voice of Mc.

"I don't want you to come in. I'm hideous." He stood with his back to the mirror and facing the door.

"I brought your bag because I knew you would want to fix yourself up. If you let me in, I'll help you. I can help you with the scratch too." His heart warmed a little at the fact the Mc remembered him so well. For a moment, he forgot about everything to think about how happy he felt around Mc.

"Do you promise not to make fun of me?" He sniffled and put his hand on the door knob. Somehow, if it was just Mc seeing him like this, he didn’t mind as much.

"I promise. I would never say anything mean about you. I think you're the most beautiful being in the three realms." Their words comforted him. With that, he opened the door. Mc launched themself at him and held him close in a hug. His pink bag was over their shoulder along with their own. They shut the door behind them. As they cupped his face with their hands, he avoided eye contact. he couldn't bring himself to look them in the eyes. After all, he had just disappeared and had no clue how long Mc had been searching for them. For once, he was ashamed of himself.

"Look at me. You look just fine. No matter what, you will always look pretty to me. You're beautiful inside and outside. There wasn't a moment where you didn't support me, and now it's my turn to support you. Every time I woke up with a bad hair day or thought an outfit of mine was awful, you lifted me back up. You helped fix my hair, you told me my outfit was cute, and most importantly, you are my closest friend here. Mammon is taking that scum to Lucifer who'll give him what he deserves. You are gorgeous." Their words enveloped him as much as their hug. They wiped his tears off his face and smiled at him.

"Thank you." They set down their bag on the floor and began searching for the things Asmo would need within his. After directing him to sit down, they began cleaning up his face, makeup and cut. After clipping up his hair, they thought for a moment before moving on to heal his cut with magic. His whole body felt warm, not just thanks to the healing magic. He was so touched by their actions, all to make him feel better. They brushed a thumb over where the cut was and felt that it was totally gone. Before they could continue, he pulled them into another hug. He had never felt this way about anyone except himself before. He immediately recognized this feeling as love. He was unsure about how to feel about it, but he decided to shelf that feeling for a while to enjoy the fuzzy feelings and the moment.

Beel

Today was another normal day. Beel has just finished that day’s Fangol practice, which he always looked forward to. As much as he liked Fangol, he and Mc always went out to get food together afterwards. On his Thursday practices, they had art club, so they would leave school at the same time. Thursdays were his favorite. Beel has selected a restaurant specifically to Mc’s taste. After showering in the locker room and grabbing his bag, he went to look for you. He found you chatting with the cheerleaders, who also had practices on Thursdays. He enjoyed getting to see Mc making friends with people he knew so well.

“Mc, are you ready to leave?” He approached the small group.

“Beel! Of course, give me one moment to grab my things. Bye everyone, see you next week. Remember to watch the TV show, so worth it, trust me.” They said their goodbyes to their cheerleader friends, and turned around to see that Beel already has their bag. “Oh, thank you. You’re the best.”

“Let’s go.” He grabbed their hand with his free hand and they left together. The cheerleaders could be heard giggling behind them.

“So, what are we getting?” Mc swung their arms between them with their connected hands. This always made him giddy.

“I found a new place that serves human world food. The exchange program made it popular.” He hoped this would make them happy. He liked seeing them in a good mood.

"That sounds delicious. While that's pretty broad, I'm hoping I can get some sushi to bring back for Belphie!" He was glad Mc cared for his younger brother just as much as he did, enough to think about bringing food for him even though they didn't have to. Thankfully, the restaurant wasn't too busy and they were seated quickly. People recognized Beel, which probably sent the restaurant staff into a panic, but the people around them were mostly excited. People also seemed to recognize Mc, and people actually came up to say hi to the two of them. It made him happy to see other people appreciate Mc just has much as he did.

Thankfully, the restaurant had all of Mc's favorite human world cuisines and before the meal was over they ordered Belphie's sushi. They sat at the table together, waiting for the takeout. A lower demon approached the pair. Beel sensed something was off about them.

"So you're the exchange student everyone has been raving about. You're just as gorgeous in person. It's a pleasure to meet you Mc." They kissed their hand. Mc nervously looked at Beel.

"Do I know you?" They snatched their hand back.

"No, but I know you. We're in potions together." A look of realization swept over Mc, followed by horror.

"You're that freak pride demon I stopped Mammon from killing." This demon just stood there, smiling. Beel, who was typically not very good at reading situations, quickly realized what he needed to do.

"You should leave." He got up and cracked his knuckles. The demon took a step back. The demon looked at Mc from around Beel, so Beel personally grabbed him by his collar and kicked him out of the restaurant. Nobody wanted to question the avatar of gluttony, so everything resumed as it was before.

"Are you okay?" Beel knelt next to Mc rather than taking his own chair again.

"Yes. Thank you. They tried to corner me in an empty classroom but before they could corral me in, Mammon found us and almost killed them. I made Mammon promise not to kill him or tell Lucifer, since I thought maybe it would be a one off thing. I was wrong." They threw their arms around Beel's neck. He hugged them back after recovering from the initial surprise. "Thank you so much."

Beel felt himself grow less hungry, and more happy. Hearing their relief and joy made him feel oddly satiated. He couldn't remember the last time he felt like this. He didn't know how to convey this feeling thought words, but the best he could do was hug them back tightly, but not too tightly. Feeling their face pressed against his was more than enough for him.

Belphie

There was one thing Belphie knew for sure besides hating Lucifer; he hated bath time. Not in the toddler way, but bath time meant cleaning his tail. He always neglected to clean it on a regular basis, so he was usually dragged to the bathroom kicking and screaming by Beel and Asmo. One to clean his tail and one to make sure he didn't run away. He can and will escape and trail soapy water all over the house. He thought it was too much work to really scrub his tail and clean all the matted fur, but he also thought Asmo was too rough with it. He had just gotten done with a shower, and had avoided washing his tail yet again. He hadn't even shifted into his demon form.

"Belphie, are you in there?" He heard a knock on the door and the voice of Mc.

"Yes." He hurriedly put on some pants as Mc swung open the door.

"I came to check on you." They sat next to Belphie and took the towel from his hands to begin toweling dry his hair. He sighed happily and leaned into the touch. "I also came to ask if you washing your tail and horns. Diavolo's party is tomorrow and it's better to do it now than right before when everyone will need the bathroom."

"You're buttering me up, aren't you?" He narrowed his eyes but didn't make an attempt to move.

"Does that mean you didn't?" They moved his hair away from his eyes so they could look at him directly. He averted his gaze. "If you're not going to wash it, I am."

"Do it then." He flopped over on their lap.

"You know I can't lift you. Come with me before I call Beel or Mammon. You know they'll just throw you into the water." He groaned but got up and followed Mc out of the room. He dramatically sat on the edge of the tub as Mc began to fill it up. "What happens if someone summons you and your tail is a big, matted mess?"

"That won't happen. The only person that I would let summon me is you." He found the words slipping out. Mc didn't seem to know how to respond, so they just muttered a surprised thank you.

"You don't have to get fully undressed if you don't want to. I just need to wash your tail and horns." Despite this, he took his pants back off since he didn't have much on to begin with, shifting into his demon form. Like they had said, he really didn't have to, but something in him wanted the most skin on skin contact he could get with his beloved Mc. He noticed Mc's demeanor change. They wouldn't look him in the eye and catching their hand made him realize it was clammy. He thought it was cute that they were nervous, and decided to tease them. He noticed their eyes following the cow like spots the cover the majority of his right side, and promptly looked away once they noticed the trail leading into his boxers. While they were checking to make sure the water was warm and placing his tail into the water, he pulled him into his lap, looking at them eye to eye.

"You wanted to clean me right? So, get cleaning." He looked at Mc deviously, enjoying their reddening face. He placed a washcloth in their hand so they could scrub his horns. He just looked at them until they eventually began to move. They cleaned each ridge carefully, following the spiral pattern. He basked in the attention, watching them carefully.

It was very therapeutic. It was miserable when anyone else did it, but he liked it when Mc did it. His horns didn't get nearly as dirty as his tail did, but the amount of effort and detail they put into cleaning them was sweet. It made him happy, in a way. They had this cute concentrated face. Their hands and wrists brushed against his face occasionally, which made him feel some kind of way that he just couldn't place. He became hyper aware of everyone their skin made contact. Damn you, Mc. Why did you have to wear shorts? Their thighs were pressed against his. He tried really hard to convince himself he hated humans, and what he was feeling wasn't him falling in love, but this was the nail in the coffin. He was down bad. He placed his hands on their back and pulled them in closer. When they were finished cleaning his horns, the gaze exchanged was electric, charged with lots of unspoken emotions.

It got better when they went to wash his tail. They pressed their whole body against his to reach his tail since he poutly refused to let them go. They scrubbed it just enough to get the dirty free but gentle enough to keep the feeling pleasant. He liked getting to rest his head on top of theirs. He was definitely in love with them. Maybe he would have to get out in his demon form more.

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[anikasheep]

Pre-Period cuddle

Warnings: AFAB!MC, English is not my first language and it's not beta read, don't like don't read.

Anyway, I picture that Devildom is colder than the human world.

And your temperature lower when your period near, you would be more clingy and want some warm physical touch.

At first, you're only buy some plushie to help yourself through the process.

But, since you started adjusting Devildom and familia with those brothers. You started to indulge yourself.

Actually, you and Mammon just THAT close that you can't even wait until you leave the RAD.

You rash on the road, spotted Mammon and Levi bicking with each other again.

And you hug your first demon from behind, your arms snake around his waist and hooked your fingers so he can't struggle out.

"O..Oi! Human! I told ya several times, aren't you listening at all? Don't just hug me so suddenly, you're just gonna freak me out!"

"Sowwy Mammon, I just want to cuddle with you."

You nuzzle your head into his back and giggled when Mammon didn't flinch away.

Mammon pet your head and sighed.

"There there, ya just can't stop yourself, don't ya? Ha...I would indulge you this time since I am THE GREAT MAMMON!"

"Thank you Mammon... You're so warm and I luw your fragrance..."

Your mumble made the Avatar of Greed blushed harder, he didn't say anything, just hold you and down the staors.

"Normie..." Levi shook his head and stormed behind you two.

This giant teddy bear welcomes your cuddle at ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE!!

You started to feel the pain in your lower abdomen and the most private spot.

And the strong wind in RAD made you more uncomfortable.

"Beel!" You called him while you ran into him and buried your face into his chest.

Yiu sighed and nuzzled in the heaven of the warm.

Beel's hand cupped and ruffled your hair instinctively.

"What's wrong, MC? Are you hungry?"

"No...just cold and wanna cuddle with you."

Beel hummed, the next moment, you found you were lifted up, Beel's left arm supported you and his left hand brushed your inner knees when he kept walking.

You lay your head against his chest, your arms around his neck.

"Then we cuddle, MC. You can sleep when you are tired, I will carry you."

His soft voice and warmth lured you into the depth of peaceful darkness.

It's rare for you to sleep in the meeting.

But you couldn't help yourself, you just felt drowsy and tired.

The meeting was like usual ones, Satan was the one suggested, Mammon would complain that they always adopt his idea, Beel would listen while eating, Asmo and Levi would be busy with their D.D.D and Levi would ask if he can leave the meeting early, Belphie would just sleeping through the whole meeting.

Normally, you'd be the one to help Lucifer put his younger brothers into their places, but today...

You could barely hear what they were discussing. Those voices were some kind of lullaby to you, you felt safe, and hard to resist the invitation of the Sleeping.

You chose to close your eyes for several seconds.

The lack of your cheerful and soothing voice earned Lucifer and Diavolo's attention. The Avatar of Pride found that you were dozing off, he frowned cause he knew you must be too tired to keep awake for some reason. And you went to bed early last night so it's not the case of enjoying your night and now no energy. But if Diavolo can't stand this and if he wants to let Barbatos 'take care' all of you... Lucifer peered at the prince, he found that Diavolo was admiring your sleeping face. His face might still be serious, but Lucifer could see Diavolo had hearts and sparkles of adoration in his golden eyes. Mammon probably noticed that the human had dared to fall asleep in a bunch of demons, he lowered his volume. Belphie shared his pillow with you, he patted your head softly and kissed your hair. Then he snuggled the other half of the pillow before he napped again. "Should we wake MC up?" Asmo whispered Diavolo waved his head. "Well, I think it's better to let them sleep longer, can you bring my coat and cover on MC please, Barbatos." "Understand, my lord." The dark red LARGE coat from Diavolo covered your whole body, then you hummed and nuzzled under the silky fabric. Asmo snapped several pictures and whispered-yelled "Awww, they're so adorable when they sleep!" Lucifer sighed though his stares softened when they landed on the sweet yet innocent lamb just showed their weekness to the dense of the beasts. "Wake them up after 15 minutes, and keep your voice down." The brothers all nodded in silence.

BONUS

When you wake up, you realize that you're carried by someone.

The spicy yet comfortable fragrance scent and the raven black hair already tell you who is carrying you.

"Lucifer...?"

You mumble his name, try to blink those sleepnesses away.

"We nearly got home, MC. You don't have to step down right now."

"...Sorry, I slept through the meeting."

"Did you sleep well?"

The firstborn didn't change his tender tone, so you assumed that he was not angry about this accident. Still, you told yourself that you won't let this happen again.

Lucifer's kindness isn't unlimited and can't be taken for granted..

"Diavolo enjoyed this small accident, and you're not being well, do you, MC?"

You nodded, the warmth from Lucifer easing the pain in your abdomen, and you swallowed your embarrassment and shyness.

"Yeah...my period is supposed to visit me this week, and the natural biological system costs me more energy to deal with..."

"To deal with... what?"

Now you feel the heat on your cheeks from your neck.

"The blood and nutritious for the baby... when the female human doesn't impregnate, her body would refresh those old blood and send it out of the body. "

Lucifer didn't say anything, his steps were unstable for a second but became normal quickly.

He put you down when you stand in front of the House of Lamentation. You thank him and ghost to your room quickly.

"Well, I think it's time to regain that knowledge about female human physiology and how to take care of them when they are in period."

Lucifer murmured to himself.

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《1》

Except it does keep happening. There will be random periods where Gojo just randomly shifts into his swan form? Always when he’s in the apartment. Usually when around Geto too. 

It’s very healthy, or so Geto claims. To be comfortable with his animal side and embrace shifting instincts - which are very normal - all Gojo needs to do is learn how to control his shifting. 

Despite not jumping up and down about this, Gojo supposes he’ll live. He got flying down pretty easily. Just flaps his wings and zooms around like a little airplane in their living room and kitchen. He dive bombs Geto for funsies too. 

While navigating the hybrid experience to its fullest potential, Gojo also comes to terms with the fact that at some point, he’s fallen for his roommate, wholly and irrevocably. 

The easing into physical intimacy was definitely the start of it. Gojo loves when their chests are pressed together for whatever reason, in a hug or cuddling. 

Listening to the way Suguru describes Gojo's dance after each moment - in complete awe - Gojo realizes that yeah, Suguru has always seen him. Every part of him.

Suguru makes him happy. 

It's really a no-brainer that Gojo feels the desire to mate. 

Meanwhile, Geto continues to look up every last piece of information on swan hybrids. He wants to be prepared in case Gojo struggles with anything other than shifting. And if reading about swans courting and mating rituals are part of this process, then so be it. Geto sure isn't going to complain.

When Gojo stumbles across Geto's notebook of information, he becomes even more fond of Suguru.

During one of the biggest performances Gojo has ever put on, he debuts of a new kind of dancing called “shift dancing," where he shifts mid-dance from human to swan, swan to human. Or pops his wings out to fly as a human, still moving along to the music, dropping white feathers to a few lucky members of the audience. 

It’s a huge step in the dancing world, as well as for Gojo himself in showing off his swan side. After the final bow and the curtains close, Gojo is vibrating from the post-adrenaline of the show and-

He's itching to find Suguru, who will be backstage soon.

Geto shows up with a giant bouquet of Gojo's favorite flowers. Gojo lets out a happy squawk and catapults himself into the air - trusting Geto would catch him. 

Geto quickly switches the bouquet to one arm and catches Gojo with the other. 

"Satoru, what are you- I- oh my goodness, you're jittery," Geto laughs as he's frantically nuzzled. Geto is so proud of him.  "God, words cannot describe how breath-taking you were out there."

Gojo suddenly feels all fuzzy from being in Geto's arms. He merely hums in response. 

"Satoru, do you want to change out of your uniform?"

Gojo shakes his head. Geto laughs, and can't help but place a kiss on Gojo's hair. 

"You want to go out to our celebratory dinner in your uniform?"

Gojo pops out of his hiding place at that.

"Dinner? Where?"

"I booked that new place you wanted to try. All you can eat buffet. With sashimi, and wagyu, and fish," Geto murmurs.

Gojo positively wiggles in happiness, throwing Geto off balance. 

"Satoru-!"

"Let's go! Right now!"

Who is Geto to tell him no?

Cut to Geto literally feeding Gojo because Gojo deserves to be spoiled. Geto is rambling on about the food, saying, "This is good for your protein intake, which you need for muscle repair and growth. Got some healthy fatty acids here too~"

Gojo has long finished chewing and listens like 🥺 

He leans forward to peck Geto's lips, effectively cutting Geto off. 

Then, Gojo steals the bite of food from Geto's chopsticks, chewing with satisfaction. 

“I- Satoru?" Geto blinks, malfunctioning. Gojo merely raises an eyebrow. 

"Hm?"

If Geto had his panther ears, they'd be twitching with interest.

"You better not be messing with me-"

Gojo steals another kiss. Geto lets out a low growl and grabs ahold of Gojo's chin to keep him from pulling away. They both sigh into the longer kiss, noses lightly bumping.

When they slowly pull away, Gojo's eyes flutter open. Geto could count how many pretty, white eyelashes he has up close. 

Geto shakes his head, murmuring, "Fuck. The things you do to me."

"Nuh-uh. The things you do to ME,” Gojo counters, feeling a surge of emotions well up inside. “You feed me and hug me. You rub my back when I'm cranky, and watch all my dance performances. You let me have the comfier side of the couch and you look at me as if I'm your entire world or something. How do you expect me NOT to fucking fall for you, idiot?"

"I-I, I didn't realize-"

Gojo shoves a bite of food in Geto's mouth. "If you're not confessing, I don't wanna hear it."

Seconds later, Geto is nosing at Gojo's neck, lifting up slightly to whisper in Gojo's ear: "All right, darling. Let me take you home - I'll give you a real confession."

***

When they get back home, the new couple begin bickering about which room shoulder be shared as “theirs.

Geto: “Mine already has my scent!”

Gojo: “Mine has my nest!”

Geto: “Mine’s facing away from the street!”

Gojo: “Mine’s closer to the kitchen!”

In the end, they wind up in Geto’s room. 

Gojo has full reign of recreating his nest there, and easy access to his mate’s entire closet. 😈

***

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[justblades]

HELLOO I recently found your account a few days ago and I binge read all of your works. Your writing is spectacular. I had a thought, maybe you'd be interested in writing something related to aphrodisiacs? It's up to you who you'd like to write it for. I would be very interested to see how you portray it. (But if you insist on a character, Luocha...hmshdndms. I know you just wrote him, but I'm starving.)

⌕ MORE AND MORE, 18+

⟢ CHARACTER : sub! luocha x gender neutral! reader WC : 1.1k

⟢ WARNINGS : EXPLICIT, MDNI. dubcon, aphrodisiacs, edging, overstimulation, manipulation, foot job, not proofread.

⟢ A/N : thank you so much nonnie! since i received a luocha ask as well, i decided to mesh both reqs into one <3 i wrote this in one sitting as if all the horny inside me took part in this oneshot 😭

"come on, luocha. show me your perverted side." you whisper to your partner, your sultry breath drawing shivers on the shell of his ear. your hands glide from his neat, lush blond strands all the way to the thighs— fingers slowly pressing on the plush the nearer you got to his erect bulge.

he doesn't say anything, just a mere 'averting his gaze' is all that you received in exchange. "i hate seeing you like this because i love you." you close in the remaining spaces away from your lust brewed bodies, "that's why i had this here." as soon as you level your face with his, you immediately crash your lips, barging with an abrupt tangling of your tongue along with luocha's, not in sync. you were rougher, faster, and louder.

you're reaching your limits after all. you could no longer bear beating around the bush just to get into your boyfriend's pants. he loves you and you do too - what's wrong with a little pushing? with one swift thrust of your tongue, you successfully make him ingest the drug coated with your sticky liquids that made the process easier. being patient is not your forte: hence why you chose the strongest, fastest-acting variant and a couple packs of it as well.

luocha's stature suddenly becomes unstable, powerless at keeping himself still that eventually lead to him falling on the farthest edge of the bed, the cushions sinking from his now twice more hefty body, given that the drug circulates in his system at present. you slowly take steps towards your lover's vulnerable state, basking in pleasure pondering about the things you'll do to him.

everytime you're with him, a single moment of not having lewd thoughts about him never once happened. you're just having the delight of human pleasures god gave us, are you not? so there's nothing wrong with this . . . is what became your life motto. luocha's body is now across from you, he's heaving deep breaths every now and then. he throws a hand on his face, heavy pink shades taints his dewy cheeks. you could tell he's growing shameful and overly conscious, asking himself why he feels funny.

"what. . . is this?" how cute. he even struggles to speak coherently, you praise yourself for buying that type or else you won't be in such euphoria. "it's a gift from me, i love you after all." you answer and straddle his abdomen, your index and thumb now making leeway for his heating body for more breathing room. "h-how come . . you're not feeling— ah!"

much to his surprise, you're already sucking his cock, giving it little licks at the top accompanied with saliva slicked hands pleasuring his ballsacks. even though you were dead set on stimulating the male, your eyes continue to brazenly linger on his pretty face: his fluttering eyelashes everytime he winces from your touches, and the way his lips quiver when you take it a step further. he looks perfect.

as you were already reveling in ecstasy getting to see luocha's flustered reactions, an idea crosses your mind. you happened to remember there's another feature of the aphrodisiac: it heightens the person's sensitivity by a dozen times. you quickly halt your actions and thought carefully about the next step.

that's right, it should be like this. getting on top of him once more, you fold your legs in a sitting position - his twitching dick nestled in between your feet. meanwhile your hands are tending to his soft nipples' needs and lastly, to top it all off, you plant stinging kisses along his neck, the type that would bruise his skin for days end. you couldn't restrain any longer and started your rhythm, opening your foot job in lento in contrast to your sloppy kisses.

gradually stroking the most prominent veins of his dick with your toes, you poke luocha's buds deep until they become fully erect and supple. luocha on the other hand, however, could not comprehend what's happening to him: uncertain if he should feel sheepish from having to let out ragged whimpers everytime his dick throbs from your movements or should he be in bliss for feeling these foreign things simultaneously.

you're able to tell whenever luocha's in deep thought from how often you spend time with him. at last, those instincts came in handy as you turn to take a brief look of his face, catching a glimpse of tears burning his viridescent eyes. 'he's so overwhelmed' you thought to yourself. "shh. don't think about anything else. think only of me . . think only of how i'm tending to your body." you momentarily stop suckling on his neck and press a gentle one on his lips, "you love me too . . don't you?"

he nods - basically a signal for you to continue and bring it to another level, this time, pleasuring his chest with skillful fingers and the pointy tip of your tongue flicking around his hardened buds. a deep yet breathy mewl follows suit from luocha's lips, he bucks his hips upwards as well to match your tempo - a sickening fast pace from the adrenaline rushing into your veins. "holy shit! this is amazing, show me more . . more!"

your eyes widen in excitement, noticing the littlest hints that luocha is enjoying the moment. as if your guts tell you the next step, you lean backwards and reach for luocha's hole, teasing his entrance slightly with your digits drenched with saliva and sweat. he rocks his hips in a different pace from previously, you turn to see beads of precum already stream out the little slit.

"today you'll also experience what it feels like to catch that feeling only to start at square one again." your worded it rather slyly and stop, earning a weak growl from luocha's mouth. looking back at luocha again, he looked . . helpless.

impotent sexual frustration washed over him, blinded by the lascivious thoughts flaring inside his mind. having a quick rest lets you admire the sight underneath you - luocha's flaxen hair is all disheveled and messy, his naked body is glazed of sweat mixed with your slick juices, and most of all, his eyes seem different. eyes are window to the soul, a lot of people say so. but now as they've turned into blank slates of green shades, the corners of your lips tug upwards.

he's definitely whipped of love and lust as you can tell there wasn't a single thought behind those eyes. "i'll train your body not to cum eagerly, okay?" you ask rhetorically although you weren't really expecting an answer. luocha couldn't form any rational thoughts the longer the session dragged on, making him nothing but a tool to quench your satisfaction.

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