#and everyone just sits down cause they know there no escape till hes done

[mr-stottlemonk]

suspect: scared? man, how many other things are you scared of?

monk: well (starts listing)

stottlemeyer @ the suspect: well, we're gonna be here for a while, coffee?

[cakelitter]

Apple Of My Eye

Older! Leon x Fem! Reader (oneshot)

warnings: angst, fingering, oral (f recieve), p in v, daddy kink, makeup sex

summary: Leon and reader get into their first argument, but Leon apologizes in his own way.

words: 3.1k

a/n: i'm writing so much older Leon fics but this man lives in my head rent fucking free omg

Everything is going to shit.

Words were said, things were done, that all cut through you like a knife. This is your first actual argument, not just a simple misunderstanding or a silly disagreement. But a full-on fight.

To rewind, you and Leon were supposed to have a nice dinner date, romantic and sweet. Something the two of you haven’t had the chance to do since he’s busy all the time. You got ready, all dolled up and looking the best you’ve ever looked. You wore his favorite dress, painted your nails his favorite color, put on the kind of make up he likes. You wanted this to be special, a night to remember.

But he forgot, leaving you sitting at that table in the restaurant for an hour and 37 minutes to be exact, like an idiot. No text explaining why he was late, and wouldn’t pick up his phone either. By the time he arrived you had already downed most of the bottle of wine the two of you were supposed to share, and was feeling full from the sympathetic stares the waiter and other guests were giving you.

Worst part, he didn’t even apologize. No “Sorry baby, I had something come up at work” no nothing, just sat down, looking at you like what he did was normal. You decided to suck it up and continue on with the night. Trying to be the bigger person even though he’s twice your age and your size. Sure, you still had a bit of an attitude, some short answers, and not clawing to get closer to him like usual, but you have the right to.

Apparently not, cause he decides to get all pissy with you. Giving you glares from across the table, and in general being petty. It was clear to you, and to everyone around, that your nights wasn’t going great. You both end up leaving the restaurant after 30 minutes of his arrival, neither of you finishing the meals you ordered.

The car ride back to you shared apartment was quiet, but the tension was no joke. Instead of the normal sexual tension you both experience after these usual dates, or even just being around each other in general. There was the tension that made your heart sink and your throat tight. His eyes fixated on the road, both hands on the wheel gripping it firmly till his knuckles turned white, instead of having one in between your thighs like usual. You can’t tell who’s ignoring who, or who is more pissed at the other person more. Your mouth didn’t utter a peep, when shaky breaths and pleading words should be escaping it at this point. You hoped that once you get home, the two of you would have cooled down a bit and would talk it out like you always do.

Yet again you were wrong. As soon as you arrived back home, he slams the door behind the two of you. And starts to speak through gritted teeth.

“What he fuck was that whole fuss about?”

Turning around, you don’t know if you’re more shocked at the tone he is addressing you with or the fact that he genuinely doesn’t see what he did wrong.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe the fact that you left me there for almost two hours without explaining even why?!”

He scoffs, fucking scoffs. “What, am I supposed to give you reports on everything I do now? What I’m doing and who I’m with?”

“Leon, you can not be serious right now. All I wanted was for you to simply give me a heads up telling me that you were gonna be late.”

“Well, I was clearly busy. I’m sorry that I have a real job and responsibilities that I have to deal with.” Why is he acting like you don’t know that? like this is new information to you? In the past 2 years of your relationship, you have understood how demanding Leon’s job is, and have always been patient.

Going on missions for days and not being able to contact you. You get it, he should focus on his mission and getting home safe. Canceling plans with you last minute cause he was needed at his work. That’s fine, he can’t control it anyways.

But he always made it up for you. Taking the next day off to spend time with you, consoling you, spoiling you with gifts if he couldn’t be there physically with you. He has never gotten angry at you or talked to you in this tone before. He has never refused to apologize, and always tried to reach a solution. But now he is choosing to argue with you.

“You know how much I respect your job and how patient I am when it comes to this topic. But I can’t always brush off the feeling of neglect sometimes.”

“Well maybe you need to stop being so fucking needy.”

Ouch.

He always had loved it when you were needy though, loving the way you’d sit on his lap and shower him with kisses as he worked, loving how you needed to be close to him on the couch while watching a movie, loving the pout you do when he leaves for another mission.

You compose yourself, and start thinking of why he’s acting this way. Is he having a bad day? Did he get bad news before he came to see you?... Is he done dealing with you?

The last possibility makes your heart drop as you try to shoo that evil thought away, but it sticks like cigarette smoke on clothes.

“Are you having a bad day? Is there something bothering you?” your voice is gentle and understanding, trying to deescalate the situation. But he replies with the same harsh tone.

“Yeah, I’m tired of constantly dealing with your bullshit.”

…

He sighs, running his fingers through his hair and looking away from your face. You stand there, not knowing what to do. Feeling so stupid, just staring at him, praying he tells you that he didn’t mean that, that this was all a mistake. To pull you in his arms and whisper sweet nothings in your ear like he always does when you’re upset.

He was always so gentle with you, from his actions to his words. Scared to be too rough with you while play fighting as if you’re going to break. He constantly reminded you of how much you meant to him, how much he missed you on missions, and how much he couldn’t wait to be with you again. His sacred treasure, the apple of his eye, the love of his life.

But now, it all came crashing down with the venomous words he’s saying. Dropping your glass welded heart from what feels like a 13-story building, then proceeding to run over whatever survived. The burning sensation in your throat is starting to get hard to ignore, you try fight it off but to no use.

“What, are you gonna cry now like you always do?”

And that’s all it takes for tears that have been brimming in your eyes to finally break free dropping down to your cheek as your lip quivers. Yes, you are crying like you always do. Feeling so humiliated, tears blur your vision as you turn around and walk to your room shutting the door behind you.

You’re so upset. Sadness mixing with anger creating a disastrous cocktail causing your throat to burn like hell. And to make things worse, you can’t even go to the person that knows how to comfort you best, cause they are the reason why you feel like this in the same place.

Laying down on your side of the bed, tears are practically soaking your pillow. You’ve been crying for what feels like hours now and you’re sure your eyes are going to be swollen as fuck the next day. Multiple sobs, tears, and sniffles later, you fall asleep. Pass out is a better word for it actually. Only to be awaken by a knock on the bedroom door. You ignore it, and close your eyes again.

“Baby, please, let’s talk.”

You ignore again, hoping he takes the hint and leaves you alone. But he doesn’t. He opens the door slowly and looks over to your huddled figure laying on the bed. You’re clearly cold, legs tucked close to your chest, and your face nuzzled into your pillow as much as possible. He sighs, walking over to the bed, and lays down next to you with you back facing him. He stares at you for a bit, knowing that you’re not asleep, he knows your breathing a little too well. He scooches over placing an arm around you, and places a gentle kiss on top of your head.

“I’m sorry baby, I was being an asshole.” He whispers, planting another kiss.

You don’t reply, but you do open your eyes. Noticing that, he continues.

“I was just stressed from all the bullshit going on at work and… took it out on you. It’s not your fault, I shouldn’t have done that.”

…

“Those hurtful things, I don’t mean them. God, I don’t mean a single word I said.”

That last sentence was all it took for you to start crying again. But this time, those arms are around to pull you in. He turns you around and places you against his chest as you let it out. An arm is behind your back rubbing up and down soothingly, while the other helps getting your hair out of your face.

“Shhh it’s okay.”

“I know sweetheart, I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

Are words he repeats in a tone juxtaposing the one he was using a couple of hours ago. This is the Leon you’re used to. Calm, and feels like home. The warmth of his body helps warm you up and the arm rubbing your back, helps ease your breathing back to normal. After a few minutes you calm down, and look up at him. He smiles kissing your forehead.

“Was Daddy mean to you earlier?” he asks and you nod.

“Want him to kiss it better?” you nod again.

He smiles softly and starts tenderly kissing your lips, your forehead, cheeks, and jaw.  Each kiss was full of affection and pure sincerity. You started sensing that warm feeling in your chest, heart beat regulating, and lips curling up into a smile as he kissed every single inch on your face. You’re not sure you quiet understand the science behind this technique and how he can manage to lift up your mood with a few kisses and his heart-warming voice. But it somehow always works.

However, can’t tell if it was the sudden change in your mood or his hot breath and soft lips on your face, but the wholesome warm feeling in your heart switched at one point, to heat pooling between your thighs. And soon enough you started being needy again.

“Daddy. Want more.” You muttered, making him stop momentarily to respond.

“Want what baby, you need to tell daddy what to do so he can help you.”

You start feeing a little shy to word it out for him. Normally he would keep you being a needy squirmy mess till you say it yourself. But he was already mean to you today, so it’s only fair to help his girl out.

“Want Daddy to kiss you somewhere else?”

“Mhm”

“Where?”

“My pussy.”

How could he say no to that face. Lips puffy, eyes glossy, and lashes wet from your tears. Humming in agreement, he places one final kiss on your lips and moves down between your thighs, spreading them open for him. You were still wearing your dress, so he was immediately greeted with the lace panties you wore for him. Running his finger up your cunt, he can already feel the dampness through the thin fabric.

“Damn baby, you wore all of this for me? God, I don’t deserve you.”

He says planting an opened mouth kiss on your clothed clit making you whine. Bunching up your dress, he grabs the hem of your panties sliding them down and shoving them in his pocket. He runs his tongue up your slit, and it feels warm as he tastes you. Spreading your cunt open with his fingers, his mouth starts sucking on your clit as shaky heavy breaths escape your mouth.

His blue eyes meet yours as he continues guzzle your pussy up while occasionally fucking his tongue into you. He laps up every single fluid that comes out, appreciating every drop. Eventually, he rewards you with one of his fingers penetrating inside of you and fucking into you at a slow pace as he pulls the hood of your clit back and continues sucking on your bundle of nerves.

Moments later he removes his mouth off of you, wanting to watch your expression as he sticks another finger into you. Your mouth opens slightly as a broken sound leaves your throat. His fingers were thick, much thicker than yours. The rough skin on them making your back arch at the sensation.

“So fucking pretty.”

You can’t tell if he’s addressing you or your dripping pussy as your eyes flutter shut when his palm makes contact with your cunt. He starts moving his digits in and out of you, mouth finding it’s way back to your clit once more. Your hips start squirming in place as he uses his other hand to hold you down in place. His digits then begin scissoring you open while his tongue flicks your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Amidst the intense feeling of pleasure, you grab his hair pulling his face towards your dripping cunt even more. Grabbing Daddy’s hair and not being gentle with it is against some of the rules the two of you have established. Leon is going above and beyond to make sure he doesn’t go bald, avoiding it like it’s the plague. Hence, pulling it, is something he would normally spank you for, fuck you roughly while pulling yours to make sure you always remember. But he’ll let it pass this time.

You start babbling, the pleasure fogging up your field of vision, and the ability to form a coherent sentence, but he knows your having a good time.

“Daddy, can I please cum?”

“Do whatever you wanna do sweetheart.” As soon as you get his permission, you reach your peak with a squeal, letting go of his hair and clutch instead on the white sheets beneath you. His fingers continue moving, easing your way back down from your high. And he eventually removes his fingers out of you, placing a final kiss on your clit before looking up at your blissed out expression.

He gets up, ready to run you a nice bath to relax, but you refuse.

“Want you.”

You say looking up at him. He smiles and replies.

“I don’t know baby. Don’t think it’s fair that you get punished for not behaving and I don’t.” You whine, a pout forming on your lips. Even though you just came, you fear that you’ll never satisfied till he’s deep inside you.

 You tug on his shirt, eyes pleading, batting your lashes at him the way you do, decreasing is chances of saying no to zero.

“It’s okay, I forgive you. Plus, that boner of yours looks pretty painful.” You retort, pointing at the way his dick is begging to be released out of his jeans.

“You sure?” You eagerly nod, and before you know it, your hands are already undoing his belt. He helps you out, taking his pants and shirt off while you strip out of your dress as well.

“How do you want me?” he asks as the two of you sit naked on the bed.

You put your finger on your chin, squinting your eyes as you think.

“On your back.”

He complies, resting his head against the pillow as you crawl over you him, placing a gentle peck on his mouth. Your legs straddle him, grabbing his dick and rubbing it up and down your leaky slit. He grits his teeth, eyes fixated at your motion before you start nudging it as your entrance.

You drop down on his length, making the two of you moan in unison as you bottom out on his dick, his hands involuntarily reaching over to grab the fat on the side of your hips. You don’t take too long to adjust thanks to his fingers warming you up earlier, and soon enough you start bouncing.

Placing a hand on his chest to balance yourself as you increase the pace while occasionally grinding your hips on his skin to get more friction on your clit. One of his hands leave your hips, making its way to your lips as you take two of his fingers into your mouth. He groans at the view in front of him.

“Fuckkk, such a good fucking girl.”

Moments later however, you start getting tired. Poor thing, doing all the work by yourself. You were always destined for princess treatment anyways.

“Getting tired?” he asks through heavy breaths, and you mindlessly nod.

Grabbing your hips once more, he plants his feet on the bed and grabs you pulling your body closer as he starts drilling into you. Your head falls back, all of that sadness you experienced before disappearing with each thrust of his hips. His dick feels amazing inside of you, hitting all of the sweet spots with each move.

The familiar sense of release starts approaching. The sound of skin slapping fills the room as you start chanting “daddy” over and over. You don’t even need anything from him, but he’s all your mind can think about.

“I’m right here, cum for me.” And you do. Your body convulses as sweet release takes over you. Leon moans from how tight your walls are gipping him. Dick throbbing inside of you as he fucks you through your release and starts chasing his. Picking up the pace even more, he feels himself getting closer and closer to his own climax.

“Where do you want it baby?” he asks through greeted teeth. You mind is complete mush at this point, completely and utterly cock drunk. “Inside please.”  Look at you, still using words like please and thank you even in this state.

He was hoping you would say that, he doubts he’ll make it in time to pull out anyways. Leon’s releases washes over his as he spurts his cum all over your walls, while crashing his lips into yours. You kiss him back, moaning as you feel so full and warm from the inside. His hips slow down and eventually reach a stop, and both of your bodies relax. Lips separating, you stare into each other’s eyes for a bit, one of his hands runs through your hair delicately, before cupping your cheek. You tilt your head, resting its weight on his palm as he strokes your face with his thumb.

“I love you. I’m sorry.”

banner by @/anitalenia

[catsukiiee]

# GIRLFRIEND?

౨ৎ prohero! tenya iida x black fem!reader

readers quirk ; bunny [ can do anything a bunny can do ]

readers appearance prompt ; waist length curly raven haired, dark skin, sharp almond shaped eyes, red eyes.

tenya iida has been aged up to 27.

Tenya Iida, being the man he is, has never been possessive or obsessive in a romantic manner. But when he saw you, shoulders hunched and bunny ears pinned to your head, staring up at him with wide, fear-stricken eyes after being saved from a villain who used his quirk to rob you and your friends, he wanted nothing more than to keep you safe from the crime-riddled world.

It slowly became a habit for him to visit where you worked to see how you were doing, ignoring the hushed whispers and curious glances from your coworkers and regular customers who began noticing his frequent visits and his devoted attention that never wavered from you.

"Oh! Hello Ingenium!" The cheerful tone of your coworker speaking caught your attention, large bunny ears twitching at the sound, you tried your best to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at the name she spoke.

Iida had visited you so much that you recognized his footsteps, your sensitive nose catching the expensive cologne and soap he always used. "Hello." He spoke so calmly, yet his red gaze was always so intense. He was always so intense.

"Good morning, Iida." You began sitting up from your chair to give him a bow, but he stopped you, smiling so softly at you—the same soft smile he gave you the day he rescued you.

You didn't bother asking why he was here like you did the first few times; you knew he wanted nothing from the shop. He simply sat down and idly chatted with you while you worked, getting up here and there to help you restock or grab something that was out of your reach or that he deemed too heavy, his hands and arms brushing against yours every single time. It was on purpose, and you knew it.

Softly, you thanked him, avoiding his gaze each time, and each time he replied with a soft "Mhm." Before going back to his seat, it wasn't even his seat; it was just a spot he came and sat in so much that no one sat in it except for him.

You hated and loved how fast your heart would beat around him, like a hectic prey animal. It was irritating and exhilarating at the same time.

There was one thing you loved about his visits, a dirty secret that was the cause of your rapid heart beats and the sly brushes of skin between you two.

In the middle of Iida talking about a recent interview he had done, you got up from your seat, his babbling ending in a instant. He eyed you with curiosity, like he didn't know what exactly you were doing. "I need to go grab some things from back, I'll be back." You answered his silent question.

Of course, he followed you to the back like he always did, heavy on your footsteps.

As soon as the soft click of the door reached your ears your lips were captured in a slow kiss that left you on fire. Iida was a respectful man, everyone knew that, even as he touched you and kissed your breath away he was still respectful, silently asking if he could continue with his eyes.

You never denied his touch, his kisses, the way he whispered how good you smelt into your ear or the way his hands cupped and squeezed your body as his lips explored your collarbones and shoulders, leaving faint bite marks and hickeys where he could see but no one else would.

Wordlessly, you turned around and pulled up your dress till it was bunched up around your hips with the help of Iida's larger hands holding the cloth in place. "Beautiful." He whispered into the back of your neck, the faint feeling of his teeth sliding against your skin leaving goosebumps along your skin.

You couldn't help the breathy moan that escaped you at the feeling of his tongue and lips against your thigh as he kneeled down behind you, sliding your panties down till they pooled around your ankles. The rack of supplies shaking as your hands grabbed at it, another moan slipping away as Iida pressed his tongue against your slit, burying his face into your pussy from the back.

He ate you so well, pressing you closer even as you squirmed against his mouth. You had been with plenty of men that went down on you, but never had one be so eager to taste what was his. The low throaty groans that left him as he did it drove you insane.

"Iida." You gasped out, reaching one hand out to grab a higher rack, making the metal shelves of supplies rattle again but you didn't care, purely focused on his tongue switching from your pussy to your ass till you were shaking with release.

Your whispering plead was met with a sharp slap on your ass, the chilly air of the room hitting your pussy causing you to tense up as Iida stood up, running his hand up the valley of your back until it reached your hair, pulling your head back to kiss him, making your back arch slightly. "May I?" He murmured into the kiss, leaning back just enough to look into your pleading eyes, already knowing the answer yet asking again.

"Please," you whimpered, pushing back against his erection through his jeans. His glasses rested on his face lopsided, the crooked smile he gave you made your legs tremble. "Turn around, I want to see your face."

You immediately obeyed, holding the back of his neck, pressing your lips to his, savoring the taste of yourself with a moan as he effortlessly lifted you up into his arms.

You struggled to keep quiet at the feeling of his cock against your pussy, running your fingers through his hair as the kiss intensified. "Please fuck me," you murmured, your breath catching in a moan as he gently guided you onto it in a instant.

There was no need for a pause, as you gasped and moaned softly into the kiss while he lifted you up and down on his dick. Both of you panting heavily and moaning into each other's mouths, trying to stifle each other's sounds.

He knew exactly how to push your buttons, whispering filthy things and praising you every time you tightened around him in anticipation of an orgasm. "You're such a good little bunny," he'd murmur, his red eyes filled with desire, grinning wildly as you came around him again and again.

"Fuck me, Iida," you breathed into his ear, feeling his nails digging into your skin as he thrust harder, his deep grunts and moans becoming louder. The way Iida talked to you though, the respect he was known for had shriveled up the moment he felt your pussy swallow his dick whole; whispering degrading things and praising you till you both were cumming, biting down on his shoulder to muffle your moans.

After cleaning up, you both shared soft whispers and gentle kisses before heading out one by one. Normally, Iida would say his goodbyes to you and the rest of the shop before leaving. But this time, he surprised everyone by kissing you in front of everyone, loudly proclaiming you as his "Lovely Girlfriend" before walking out, leaving you standing there shocked and flustered.

"Girlfriend?"

tenya iida being a certified munch is very much on my bingo card 🤭

[dyslexicmammon]

Unwanted

Chapter two

Characters: Lucifer (Obey me!), Solomon (Obey me!) [not together]

CW// SFW, Angst, Yelling, Implied Lucifer x Mc, Implied Solomon x Mc, Nightbringer MC/attendant MC, Unhealthy coping mechanisms (drinking), You/Your & they/them pronouns used, Mammon & reader

Word count: 2,030

A/N: Hello again! Finally wrote chapter 2!~ I've had this sitting in my docs for ages i just couldn't bring myself to post it. I'm not confident in my writing but I'm getting there! I have an idea for chapter 3 but I don't know how long it will take me. I write all of my idea in one siting and painfully re-read it and edit to a point where i think its okay to post aha. I wanted to thank everyone for the notes & hits the first chapter got, it has been a big boost in my writing confidence. Thank you all!! Take care reader

Chapter 1 / Ao3 / Divider credits

“What the FUCK did you do Lucifer!” Mammon stopped the chase as soon as the shield went up. Spinning around and walking back into the foyer of the HOL. He slammed the door behind him before yelling again, so full of anger his wings twitched. “WHAT. THE FUCK. DID YOU DO?!”. Not taking into account how his own actions that day could have done the similar damage.

His anger only grew as the Avatar of Pride responded with the same tone. “SILENCE MAMMON.” Tears prick slowly in the prideful demon's eyes as he quickly makes his way back to his study. Ignoring the screams of his younger brother calling his name.

As he walked down the hallway, the smell of a meal not yet enjoyed slowly started up on him. For the first time since the fall, Lucifer, the Pride of Celestial Realm, became overwhelmed with an emotion he deemed pitiful.

Sadness…

At first his cries were silent. Only the sounds of his breaths hitching as tears welled up in his eyes escaped him. He walked into his study and slammed the door hard behind him. Causing the walls of the House to shake. Locking it swiftly after. Not just with the physical lock but with a spell that not even Lord Diavolo could break.

Mammon yelled after his brother. Demanding he get an answer for why their attendant had just stormed out in tears. He stomped his way up the stairs and made his way to Lucifer's study, ready to give him an earful till his lungs gave out. Mammon followed behind Lucifer as the door slammed followed by a bright light flashed, blinding him temporarily. A faint outline of gold began to surround the door. The surface of the door now shines and shifts like mica powder in oil. A loud, heavenly bell began to ring. The long, drawn out hum rang in Mammons ears.

Quickly screwing his eyes shut and spinning around, Mammon rubbed his eyes hard. Trying to recover from the flash-bang.

After regaining his vision Mammon covered his ears with the palm of his hands and made a run for Levi's room. Stealing a pair of the avatars human standard noise cancelling headphones. They barely cut through the yells of the spell, but stopped it enough where he could drown it out with some music.

Mammon then sat outside Lucifer's room, leaning back and hitting his against the wall softly. He let out an exhausted, angry tinted sigh. His red face slowly dissipates as he calms himself down. Then the waiting game began. He sat outside his older brother's study till the old man had calmed down enough to ask him what the hell happened.

Once the spell fell from Lucifer's lips, he cursed himself out and began to sob. Clasping his gloved hand to his mouth, trying to calm down and keep his composure. He rubbed his upper arm and shoulders in a self soothing way. Fighting back his emotions.

Surely the attendant didn't have that much control over him? Not even his brothers could make him cry. No matter how hard the bastards try. He was stronger than this…

Then why did it hurt so much? The panic in your eyes as you met his gaze in the foyer. The strain in your voice as you yelled the lie that no one cared about you. What did he do wrong that you doubted it… doubted him? Knowing you were being comforted by someone of the likes of Solomon because of his own choices didn’t help the stinging feeling in his chest.

He threw off his gloves and coat. Painfully making his way to his desk, his chest heaving, the smell of the food you made became overwhelming to his senses again.

He looked down at the meal you made.. The tray was decorated with a little note and stickers of the two of you. By looking at the drawings he realised you had made them yourself.. All to try and cheer him up.

You had cooked his favourite stew and poured a glass of demonus for.. both of you? The more he studied the platter you brought the more he realised how bad he fucked up. Two bowls, two wine glasses full of demonus (he can tell you poured it as the glasses were almost full like a champagne flute), two sets of cutlery… Even two tiny bowls of dark chocolate ice cream that were now slowly melting from the heat of the stews surrounding them.

One of the ice creams was absolutely covered in sprinkles. It was so painfully obvious it was your serving. Plain, boring, dark chocolate was his favourite flavour of ice cream at the moment. You didn’t seem to sing the same praises but always ate it anyways. Always trying to find a way to sweeten it up and make it more palatable for your taste buds…

You always ate it with him anyway… Even when your little experiments fell through and didn’t make it sweet enough for you. Lucifer always said that you were sweet enough for him which is why he ate the dark chocolate dessert.

He couldn’t bring himself to look at the dishes any longer. Hanging his head in shame. He pushed the platter away from himself as he sat down. Just enough that he could rest his head on the table. Feeling his stomach start to churn and a lump form in his throat, he began to sob again quietly. Squeezing his hands together and pushing his nails into his skin, causing it to bruise. Trying to divert the aching pain of his heart.

Had he really been so caught up in his work he didn’t notice or care that you made dinner specifically for the both of you so he didn’t have to leave his office? Had he really not noticed the two bowls before opening his fucking mouth? Did he even look up?.. Did he really snap at you like that?..

His thoughts swallowed him whole.

He didn’t touch the food. He had lost his appetite long ago when he had returned to his study. Lucifer couldn’t bring himself to indulge in the meal you had meticulously prepared without you being here, enjoying it with him.

He did however help himself to the demonus. He drank the glass you had poured for him. Then your own glass. Then he opened a new bottle he had stashed away in his room. He poured multiple glasses, losing himself to the pain. He had gotten halfway through the bottle when his D.D.D pinged. He launched himself at his phone that laid screen down on the desk. Picking it up desperately and fumbling it in his hands. Desperately hoping it was you. Only to be disappointed when he realised it was Solomon.

The text read “They are at home and are staying with me tonight. They do not wish to talk to you at the moment and I trust that you can respect that boundary for now. I will ask them to make contact with you in the morning. Whether they do that or not is their choice.” His phone buzzed again. A follow up text coming soon after. “Goodnight Lucifer.” The words repeated and echoed in his mind till the screen went black. Reflecting the absolute mess Lucifer was back at him.

His teary eyes met his reflection. Quickly darting from place to place on his face. His cheeks were darker than the rest of his face. His hair was all out of place and disheveled. Eyelids already puffy and sore… He looked just as pathetic as he felt.

As he stared at his reflection his eyes began to lose focus and his heart became heavy. Were you scared of him? Did you not want to talk to him ever again? Had he fucked up so bad he had scared off the first person to show his ‘new self’ love?

He grabbed the neck of the half empty bottle of demonus and smashed it against his lips. The sudden feeling of cold glass on his lips made him jolt up slightly. Tipping his head back, he let the now lukewarm liquid rush down his throat. Chugging the rest of the bottle. Why was he drinking? This isn’t healthy. Surely he, the Avatar of pride, wasn't drinking his feelings away.

He wallowed in his own pity for a couple more hours. Each brother coming passed to ask him how to do something. To ask him if he's okay or to ask Mammon for his headphones back.

Beel brought up some leftovers for his brothers. He couldn't rest knowing his older brothers were in such a state. As he walked down the hall, Beel heard a loud snoring sound. His gaze met Mammon's sleeping body. He placed the plate down next to his older brother and snuck away quietly. The disgustingly loud ringing sound of the spell he cast on the door pushed them all away before they started to linger. Making sure no one could hear Lucifer's pathetic sobs of your name.

Lucifer placed his head on his desk once more with some force. Knowing he’s going to have to take the day off tomorrow.. Maybe even the next. Already feeling the headache roll in. How was he going to mend this mistake? He couldn’t just show up to Cocytus Hall and beg for your forgiveness. He didn’t deserve it.. Feeling exhausted from hours of crying and drinking. His puffy eyes fluttered shut as he passed out at his desk.

As soon as he lost consciousness, the spell on the door fell. Mammon had managed to unpick the physical lock hours ago. Now sleeping lightly outside his brother's office with a plate of food, some water and the headphones still on.

When the half silent ringing in Mammon's ears stopped. He shot up, yawning and stumbling over the weird pile of things he had managed to accumulate while sleeping. Where did this food come from? That didn’t matter. It was time he got answers out of the eldest brother.

He opened the door as quietly as he could and looked to see where Lucifer was. His eyes darted around the room frantically. The faint snoring led his gaze to the large desk where the Avatar of Pride was hunched over, out like a light & snoring softly.

Mammon just shook his head and walked over to his sleeping brother. All his previous anger dissipated as he studied the absolute disarray Lucifer's desk was in.

Gently and subconsciously he began petting his brothers back softly with one hand as he messaged Beel with his other. Asking the strong Avatar to come help him move Lucifer to his bed. While waiting for Beel, Mammon tidied Lucifer's desk. Sorting his documents out and shaving Lucifer's to-do pile down as much as he could. Prepared to take what documents he could complete himself.

He wiped the demonus Lucifer had dribbled and spilled off the large wooden desk. Once Mammon had finished, almost comically, the Avatar of gluttony walked in as silently as he could into the room. Meeting Mammon’s gaze and nodding softly. Standing on the other side of Lucifer's exhausted body. Beel picked up his eldest brother with ease, placing him on his back like a back pack. They began to walk out. Mammon walked in front of Beel, holding onto the documents and throwing the paper towel away that he had used.

After about 10 minutes they had finally made it to Lucifer's bedroom. Placing him in his bed and tucking him in. Before leaving they gently put one of his records on and placed some water and a large bucket next to the head of the bed. Just in case Lucifer couldn’t make it elsewhere once he woke up.

They both left his room as quiet as possible.

They high fived the second the door to Lucifer's bedroom closed. After saying their goodnights and goodbyes they parted ways to go to their separate rooms.

Mammon made his way to his room and stayed up for the rest of the night, doing the rest of Lucifer's office work.

[silly-thinkings]

A gift from Cadmus pt.3

Keys: n/n= Nickname ~Two years till~ Megan took a deep breath before knocking on the door. As soon as she did she turned around to face the grand farm of the Kent family. The door opened, and on the other side Louis stood with a look of concern “Hey, is everything alright?” “I need to speak with Clark. It's about Y/n and Connor” A soft boom could be heard from the sky before a gust of wind enveloped the two ladies. Clark, currently Superman flew slightly above the pair “I came as soon as I heard their names. Are they alright? Have they been taken?” 

Megan looked away awkwardly “they’re fine. But I believe I’ve done something. That if Connor found out he’d be furious.” 

Clark rose an eyebrow before landing “let me call Bruce. Since Y/N is involved we should speak with him too.”

**** ~At the mountain~

To say it was an intimidating room was an understatement. Sitting infront of Megan was Bruce along with his family, Clark, and finally Kaldur. 

“Last week. The night when we found out about the abuse the siblings went through I…. Erased their memories of them.”

Jason slammed his hands on the table “You WHAT!” 

Megan put her hands up “I did it for them. So that they could have a normal life.” 

“I don’t know if martians can’t read the room. But a normal life is the last thing those two are having.” Jason spat.

Tim crossed his arms and closed his eyes “That probably explains how normal they’ve been acting."

The Martian looked at Bruce. She noticed his brows scrunched up deep in thought. Is he angry? She couldn’t tell. 

“Alright… this is… well we can work with this.” Clark stood and walked towards Megan and placed a hand on her shoulder “she did this with good intentions. And by the looks of it it’s been smooth right?”

Bruce finally opened his eyes “Y/n hasn’t shown any signs of distress. Or zoning out for that matter. I don't like the circumstances, but this can benefit them.” Bruce leaned forward with his hands interlocked with each other “Y/N has triggered. Something I’ve noticed before. I’ll let everyone know what that is before we leave.”

“Great, so we gotta hide our night jobs from her” Jason huffed 

“Not nessesaraly, just don’t ask her to hack anything. Avoid string of code, she’s too good at those.” Tim interjected 

“Connor does seem pretty relaxed. Given how he was prior to this.” Kaldur chimed in. “Although, I still think this is a bit unfair to them to block such memories.”

Silence befell apon the group once more. Bruce spoke next “What’s happened happened. All we can do now is continue-“

“You aren’t seriously taking her side in this Bruce?” Jason looked to Tim “dude back me up here.”

“I also think it’s best if they forgot about it. They only remember things after their escape right?” Tim timidly looked away. 

“That’s right.” Megan smiled. Her smile however disappeared seeing Jason not letting up.

Jason turned to Dick who shook his head “they’re doing well Jay. What’s the alternative? Give them back their memories and cause tension? What we need to focus on is what the hell happened in those 16 hours of the league going to space.”

Jason pinched the bridge of his nose “This is going to bite you all in the ass. And I want no part of this.” He stood and made an exit to the zeta tubes. Dick’s phone rang which certainly helped him get out of this awkward situation “Yea I gotta go. Good luck with that.” Kaldur also stood, he took a deep breath before looking at Megan “The team won't know. I think it would be best since the siblings do not like mind-altering. And I do not want to form any sort of distrust among us. Not again.” On that night, everyone vowed to do their best to protect them from their own past.

Three years later48hrs till…

“Mercy, hand me my iPad will you. I would like to check up on the news.” Lex luthor leaned back on his chair as he stared upon the vast city of metropolis. The hustle and bustle of the people down below amused him. So small, yet so full of potential. So full of life. 

“Here you are sir.” 

Lex took the tablet and scrolled through Gothems latest news. It’s been a year since he lost his experiments. Superboy was out with his team and even though he tried to persuade him. Tried to use him like the weapon he is. The plan backfired embarrassingly. The coverts team managed to regain control of the league. But only after 16 hours. 

No matter, not all is lost. For there was another potential candidate that can suit his needs. On the front paper a photo of Y/N Wayne reading “Gothem’s Princess has mastered another instrument and will be playing for her schools end of the year concert” Finally. An opportunity has opened up to properly meet his creation. How she ended up with Bruce Wayne he’ll never truly know. It’s no surprise though. The man’s adopted 3 boys prior to her.

“Mercy. Be sure to get tickets to this event. And order a rose.”

~~~~~~~

Y/n sneezed. The sound of an alarm buzzed loudly annoying the 9 year old greatly. She lightly tapped around the bedside table searching for the noise. When she found it y/n slammed down a little too hard. Breaking not only the alarm but the prestige wooden table that housed many memorabilia. “Oops… Alfred’s not going to like that.”

Y/n sat up and reached for her glasses. That also broke. “Ughhhhh”

Y/n plopped back down on the bed. Maybe she can get away with skipping breakfast. And lunch….

A soft knock on the door startled the poor girl. 

“Who is it?”

“It’s me.” Bruce’s voice was on the other end of the door.

Y/n quickly got up and flew to the door opening it. She gave his a tight hug “You’re back! I was beginning to worry!”

Bruce returned the hug “worry? About me?”

“Yes dad. You spend so much time worrying about others. Who’s going to do it for you?” Y/n smiled at him before resting her head on his shoulder.

Bruce tilted his head slightly. He noticed the broken stand and raised an eyebrow. “Sorry…” y/n looked at her hands “still learning how to controle my strength. D-don’t tell Alfred.”

Bruce rested his forehead against hers “our secret”. Y/n, his pride and joy.  She was so kind to everyone around her. However, Bruce began to feel guilty. He felt like a neglectful father. Alfred expressed his disappointment as soon as he arrived home from his mission. “Thanks for taking care of me little bat. I heard you have another performance tonight.” Bruce turned and walked down the hall. While doing so he began knocking on the doors of his other children that reside in the home

“Yup! It’s the last one of the season. Then tomorrows gonna be my flag football game. Uncle Clark said he’ll definitely be there for that one. Since it’s the finals.”

Bruce felt another pinch of guilt. He’s been showing up late to her performances, or hasn’t shown up at all. Even News outlets have noticed his absence. Unfortunately, every time he tried to go the bat signal appeared. And yet, after all that, not once has Y/n ever made him feel bad. In fact she would comfort him for missing her shows. 

Y/n noticed her father’s furrowed brows and scrunched up lip. He was thinking… hard.

“Father? You aren’t beating yourself up again in there right?” Y/n tapped his forehead seemingly releasing him from his trance. Bruce didn’t even notice that they’ve arrived to the dinner table. 

Y/n shimmied herself out of her fathers grasp and walked to Alfred. 

“Good morning Alfi!”

“Good morning Lady Y/n. Would you like Superman or Batman pancakes today?” Alfred maneuvered around the kitchen and table professionally, expertly serving for those who have yet to arrive. “Can I have some Superman pancakes? Im going to see him tomorrow.”

Bruce sucked his teeth. Superman? Really? When he’s right here? Alfred and Y/n looked at each other before a giggle escaped the girl's lips. 

Tim groggily walked passed Bruce. He could barely keep his head up as he sat down. “Wow, you look beat.” Y/n said stuffing her face with pancakes.

“Training to be Robin is tough.” He reached for his mug and took a sip of coffee. Jason soon joined the table. As the family spoke Bruce stood there watching his children mingle. Watching Y/n as she lit up everyone’s life by just being herself. His hands felt sweaty. How could he make it up to her? “I’ll be going to your last recitals tonight.”

The table stopped moving. Everyone looked to Bruce as if he had two heads. 

“You have a show?” Jason spoke next. He too had been showing up less and less to her shows. Only really hanging out with her when he would sneak out as Robin and she would cover for him through the computers. In all honesty, she’s had his back more then he ever did for her.

“And it’s the last one?” Tim followed up. There was one rule in the house after what they heard about what Magan did. And it was to keep her away from any and all hero related activities. And yet Tim has asked for her help in certain things. To which she happily did.

Y/n sunk in her seat “w-well yea. I didn’t tell you guys cause I don’t want you to miss patrol tonight Ya know. You haven’t showed up to my other shows anyway.”

That stung And it showed. Jason and Tim looked away from each other. Even Alfred frowned at the statement. Y/n frantically waved her hands in front of her “No no I don’t mean it like that. I mean, like. You guys are helping the city. That comes first ya know! Don't worry about me ill be fine.”

Bruce finally made his way to his seat at the table. All the children were quiet as he closed his eyes. It was as if he were calculating his next move “I’ll call Dick and Barbra. Have them watch over the city tonight.”

Y/n bit her bottom lip. Excitement wasn’t even close to how she was feeling. Y/n jumped from her seat and flew to her father knocking both of them over “thank you thank you thank you! I can’t wait dad.”

Mixed feelings cursed his mind as he slowly hugged her back. He looked to his sons who were frowning for seeing such a reaction. Guilt befell on them too. 

Alfred cleared his throat  “Lady y/n” 

Y/n stood and quickly adjusting herself “sorry… flying I know.”

Alfred smiled as he amusingly shook his head “I believe I can make an exception to that one Lady y/n.”

~~

Wally fell to the floor with a hard thud. 

“Your cooking tonight” Artemis smirked.

Wally rested on his elbows as he looked up at her “yea yea. Maybe Connor can help me.”

“Help you do what?” Connor, Megan, and Garfield walked into the training room.

“Hello Megan. Tonight’s our last team night before they go to college.” Megan clapped her hands excitedly while the speedster groaned “Connor please help.” 

Connor crossed his arms. “Hmmmmmmm” 

Garfield puffed his cheeks trying not to laugh. The super was greatly extending Wally’s suffering. 

“Connor!”

“Alright alright I’ll help. Artemis, Megan why don’t you two buy groceries?” Conner smirked and leaned in for a kiss. To which Megan happily returned.

“Eww gross” Garfield covered his eyes.

Wally finally stood. He too scooped his lovely girlfriend into a romantic kiss. The blond practically melted in his arms. 

Garfield turned into a parrot and proceeded to squawk uncontrollably. Breaking the couple up.

Artemis pulled away with a laugh “Ok ok sorry. We’re off then.” She walked to the Martian and wrapped her arm around hers. The two woman left the room. 

Connor waited a moment before letting out a sigh.

“N/n you can come out now.”

Garfield turned back into himself “what? Y/n is here?” 

Wally zipped and zoomed around every corner looking for the girl “Gothem princess.” he cooed knowing that'll make her respond.

“Ugh. Please don’t call me that.”

The boys all looked up. On the ceiling of the training room were a ninja rope course. Filled with rope swings and hanging rings. Y/n hovered over one of the training equipment, facing them upside down. “Enough people at the academy call me that.”

“Come down n/n they’re gone.”

Y/n hung on one of the monkey bars before doing an acrobatic flip down. When she landed Garfield slowly and sarcastically clapped his hands. 

Y/n ignored the behavior and walked towards her brother “So, you guys are planning a dinner tonight?” 

“Yup. And weeeee gotta cook.” Wally wrapped his arms around Connor who one rolled his eyes amusingly.

Garfield crossed his arms “I thought you weren’t allowed at the mountain.” 

Y/n crossed her arms and faced the green boy “Actually, I am allowed to be here. Dad doesn’t let me near the controls. Or mission briefings… or any of the new tech” Y/n frown slightly. Connor noticed but when he was about to ask she turned to him excitedly “I came to share great news with you brother! I have my end of the year performance tonight and all of my family is coming to see me! Isn’t that awesome.”

Connors face dropped. That was tonight. How could he have forgotten this one? “ hold on. You didn’t tell me that was tonight.”

Y/n gave him a curt nod “it’s a good thing I didn’t. Pfft I don’t wanna ruin your plans. Especially with your…  partner.” 

Y/n felt her eye twitch at the title. The girl strongly disliked the Martian and everyone knew it. What they didn’t know was the why. Y/n felt her fingers stiffen. She then felt a light tap on her fist. She looked to her right to see Garfield look at her with a shocked expression. 

Y/n clapped her hands together “Anyway. There’s a seat for you. Only you… if you can’t make it that’s fine too.” Y/n began to fly “have an awesome night guys!” The girl zoomed out the room. The sound of the zeta tubes confirmed her departure. 

Garfield sneered “I don’t get why she hates Megan so much. It’s not like she did anything to her.”

Wally shrugged “I mean… it’s not uncommon for little sisters to dislike big brothers girlfriend. Maybe it’s a girl thing.”

Connor wished it were that easy. Y/n doesn’t do things without reason. And whatever reason she has to avoid Megan like the plague must be a good one if she’s going so far as to hide from her. Maybe tomorrow he’ll ask about it.

~~Later that night 

A child- prodigy. That’s what they called Bruce Wayne’s one and only daughter. Y/N smiled on stage as the crowd gave her a standing ovation for a beautiful performance.

She was gifted in any and all things. academics, sports, music, theater! If someone introduced something to her she would master it within the same week! 

But all kinds of praise would always fall on deaf ears. No matter what she did it was all the same, and tonight was no different. Y/N looked on the empty seats that was meant for her family and felt an old yet familiar feeling for the first time in a long time. A numbness ebbed in her subconscious as she accepted Bruce’s absence. Her mind felt cloudy as the crowds cheers slowly turned into white noise. She was almost lost in her own thoughts but the voice of her best confidant saved her from the darkness in her mind.

“Brava Miss Y/n. Wonderful performance as always.” Alfred’s voice Of praise made her blush. The butler held up a beautiful bouquet of flowers towards the nine year old girl. She went to the edge of the stage and took them. Some of the crowd laughed as the flowers were just as big, if not bigger than her. Y/n gave one final bow before exiting the stage. 

Classmates and teachers all gathered around the little girl and showered her with praise. Of course she smiled and accepted many trinkets and gifts but she wanted to run. She wanted to fly as far away as possible. 

“Y/n someone very important is here to see you.” The teacher gently placed her hand on her back guiding her to one of the rooms. 

Y/n walked in the room and immediately froze. Lex luthor with his assistant Mercy we’re waiting for her. 

Lex smiled apon seeing the girl “Y/n Wayne. I’m familiar with your work. Your father must be proud.” 

The girl felt her hands shake. Was this a trick? A trap? A kidnapping?! Y/n looked to her teacher with a smile “can you Bring Alfred to me. I don’t want him waiting.” 

“Of course.” 

The teacher left without a second thought. Which was odd. What kind of adult would leave a child alone with a guy like this. 

Y/n took a deep breath. She placed her flowers on the vanity table carefully. Lex noticed, and smiled. 

“I know, you know why I’m here. SB812” 

Y/n rose her hand “don’t say a word until Alfred comes in.”

After what felt like forever Alfred opened the door. He looked at the the billionaire with a blank expression. The butler walked beside Y/n and closed his eyes. 

Lex eyed him up and down. He didn’t say anything. Nor did he attempt to do anything. Y/N’s back was facing him but he can clearly see her face in the mirror. 

Y/n closed her eyes “I don’t want anything from you. I don’t know what you did or said to connor that made him your puppy dog. But it won’t work on me.” 

Y/n looked him in the eyes through the mirror. Her eyes began to sting and she cursed herself for it. “Cut to the chase. Why are you here.”

Lex snapped his fingers signaling his assistant to reach into her purse and pull out a single rose. A beautiful pink rose in a glass container in the palm of her hand. It resembled the magical rose from beauty and the beast. She handed it to Alfred who raised an eyebrow.

Y/N’s unease grew. “Is that a bomb?” 

Lex chuckled “no my dear girl. A gift. For all your hard work.” 

“I don’t want it. You can leave now.” Alfred walked to another table in the room and gently placed the flower down near Mercy. 

Lex felt… saddened by such a response. He couldn’t quite place why he felt this way. That look of disgust and anger from the girl intrigued him greatly.

 “Y/n… this is my gift to you. Even though you rightfully despise me. I will never forsake you as my own. I’m very proud of you.”

With that Mercy and Lex luthor made their way to the exit. Alfred follows them and shut the door. When he turned back around Y/N’s grip on the table made the borders crack. Her legs wobbled uncontrollably. 

“Lady Y/n are you alright.” Alfred rushed to her side. When she felt his presence she allowed herself to fall. She hugged him tightly and felt the tears surge. She didn’t want to cry. Not now of all times, but she couldn’t stop the ever growing sadness that poured from her heart. it was no use. Y/n pulled away and grabbed her hair and shook her head violently. She fell to the floor as all the strength left her body.

Alfred knelt down and checked on her “did he hurt you? Do I need to call Bruce.” 

Y/n’s head shot up at the name shocking the poor butler her tear stricken face broke his heart “He promised Alfred. They all said they’d B-be here. But- but-“ 

Y/N’s quiet sobs grew into a cry. Alfred had no words. He sat on the floor and brought the girl into a hug. Y/n cried. Her attempts in speaking came out mumbled and broken. 

“No matter what I do… they won’t come. And when I want to help they won’t let me. I’m not allowed in the cave. I can’t see my brothers train. Why. Why why why!” 

Alfred felt the girls grip tighten. Her tears mixed with makeup ruining the fabric of his pristine suit but he didn’t care. All he can do now is provide comfort. He looked to the flower and noticed the small details of it. It was slightly wilted but shone beautifully. Expensive jewels bedazzled the item. 

Y/n crying turned  into a pained laugh. “Did you hear him Alfred. H-he heard about my show and came to give this to me. He said he w-was- p-p-proud of me. Alfi… he came all the way from metropolis to tell me that He’s happy for me. He came to tell me that he was.. proud of me.” Y/n pressed the palm of her hand against her forehead as a new wave of tears flood her. She used Alfred to muffle the otherwise very loud cries. Nobody came to see her. And the only person who did was an evil villain that funded her creation. 

Minutes turned into hours. Alfred felt light hiccups coming from the girl. When he checked his watch it was well past closing. The cleaning crew did come to check but he was able to buy some time for her to calm down. At some point she had fallen asleep. The butler gently stood with the girl in his arms. He looked to the flower, as he did Y/n stirred “can we take it?”

Was it a risk? Yes. Did Alfred care. Maybe. “Let me check it over first. If it’s safe then we can put it on your amazing trophy shelf.” 

Y/n nodded slightly before returning to sleep. Honestly he wasn’t even sure if she should return to the manor. Alfred walked towards the car and gently put her down. When he sat at the drivers seat he pulled out his phone. Alfred didn’t expect an answer right away at one in the morning but it was worth a shot to call the Kents.

“Hello?” Clark’s groggy voice was on the other end of the line. 

“My apologies for waking you Clark. But can I drop Lady Y/n are your home.”

Clark sat up slightly “y-yea of course. Is everything alright?”

“I’m afraid not. I’ll explain when I get there.” The butler looked at Y/n through the rearview mirror. At some point, the girl hugged herself in a fetal position. 13 hours till...

[zylian]

—— Many quotes from devotion talk

“Who’s there”

“We had good intentions, they do not care- that’s kab, she’s helping, come here”

“Okay”

——

“So basically, right, they’re just gonna keep blowing up spawn until they get they’re silly little 1v10, right, that’s their idea”

“Yeah so fuck them, we’re never gonna give it to them”

“EXACTLY! I have a skematic of spawn- *laughing* the entire thing from before it got blown up”

*laughs*

——

“If they make an obi farm to like try medusa-ing it, we just kill them, we just stop them, we just get them while they’re afk-ing or blow up every end portal or something- it doesn’t matter”

“It’s so easy to counter them, none of them have the drive or motivation that we do- I feel like together we could totally kick their asses”

“Yeaaaaah, I’m not gonna lie, wemmbu kinda pissed me off-“

“I KNOW RIGHT!”

——

“…Spawn repairing, fighting them back with literally no violence- I mean, you can fight them if you want, I lowkey don’t care but don’t show up to flames stupid 1v10 yknow”

——

“So zam, your not gonna fight flame ever, no matter what he does”

“No, nah”

——

“What’s up with the eyeball, I don’t remember that”

“He beat the shit out of me, it was not good, not pretty”

“aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

——

“They’re never gonna get me below 7, so I don’t care”

“You- you died 3 times?”

“Yeah”

“That sucks, he basically scammed your ass”

“Yeah I don’t care bro, he said ‘3 more if the volcano ever gets touched’ like okay buddy okay”

*laughs*

——

“At least they didn’t touch my castle”

“OH he says it’s his castle now by the way”

“Does he really”

“Fuck him, yeah I’m not letting that happen, I put too much time into that, that’s not his”

——

“I was talking so much shit in chat bro”

“Really?”

“Like the worst I’ve ever have, maybe-“

“Damnnn”

“Maybe the worst I’ve ever had”

——

“We just have to make him sit down, but than again, I don’t wanna do anything violent, I can’t”

“Yeah you do, yeah you do”

“Nahhhh”

“Well”

“It’s better if I don’t

“Yeah but”

“…It’ll send the message better”

——

“Do you have a full inventory? Do you need stuff?”

“I’ve a full inventory of dirt bro, if he comes here and kills me, he comes here and kills me, I don’t care”

“No stop giving him hearts”

“I’ll keep respawning till I’m at 7, so it doesn’t matter”

“Use the fu- No, he fuels his ego every time he kills you, so you gotta start making escape tunnels and getting out casually, that’s what pisses him off the most”

“That’s okay, he’ll realize that it means nothing, cause spawn will keep getting repaired-”

“No he won’t bro”

“If he wants to farm hearts… he’ll farm hearts off me, ugh your right, okay”

“Have you met this dude, no he won’t bro, he will not- he will get the exact same ego boost he gets every single time”

“Really?! I don’t even fight back???”

——

“Next time they chase you, splash turtle on both of them and keep running with speed”

*laughs* “that’s lowkey a strat”

“Yeah it gets you out for free, yeah I’m not even playing, used that shit in mane pear”

——

“They were yelling the entire time, ‘no more honour bro, none of this dumb shi’, they sounded exactly like us last season exactly the same

“That’s funny”

——

“And the fact he tried to take my fucking castle like I wasn’t the number one advocator for that fight”

“Exactlyyy I was an advocator for that fight too”

“Like he just lost a supporter bruh”

——

“He’s dumb as fuck why did he blow up all your shit”

“I don’t know”

“You were about to break your morals for him”

“Exactly! Exactly!!! I have done nothing but be there for him…”

——

“It’s dumb”

“It’s okay, none of this matters to me”

——

“Let me know if you want me and spoke to constantly harass him, we can beat him in a 2v1”

“Oh please do, actually please do, unironically”

——

“..like I kinda realized that wait I lowkey could get everyone’s support, like if your on board with this like I can get anyone”

“Yeah ata a certain point you realize sucking up to flame frags is pointless and lame”

“It’s so pointless yeah cause he has no value for loyalty whatsoever which is like damn”

——

“He was saying some crazy shit, like ‘everyone’s gonna start calling me immortal demon again’ while blowing up all of spawn, thats crazy bro

“Are you serious?!”

“Yeah”

“Damnnnnn Leo killed his ass”

“We broke him bro… the tier list was his lowest point”

——

“I’m just gonna say it, I think we should lay our lives down to the flame frags allegiance”

*laughs a lot*

“I’m just gonna say it! Guys! Guys- he could burn down trees like I don’t know…”

“He could burn down trees while no one’s around except prince zam, sb 737 and terrain”

——

“I survived all 64 golden apples, went through most my turtles um my xp ran out though so that was it”

“Nice, did you chorus?”

“Yeah I was chorusing, I was wind charging bro, I was the runner bro”

“Yeah ngl you need to start making pre-made shit, make a couple of escape routes”

—— bonus w/ woogie

“I am sorry about your tree zam, if there’s anything I can do to help”

“Ehh don’t worry about it, it’s fine……..It’s fine”

“ok”

“I don’t think it’s fine”

“It’s fine- no it is, seriously”

“Bros lying about it”

——

“He’s giving me 2 hearts for 10 god apples”

“You should not supply him I think”

“2 hearts is crazy, supply him”

“Yeah whatever”

“Big fucking deal, I’ll smack the god apples out of his mouth”

“Good work”

[crystlizabeth]

Back to You

Paring: Daryl Dixon x Blackfem!reader

Warnings: non canon events(Glenn, Abe and Sasha are still alive), Sleeping with the enemy(negan x reader mentioned), swearing, pregnancy,(this is kinda based of of my selfinsert hehe), swearing, slight angst, dramatic reunion. Oc put in place of Abe and Glenn. Non canon time line based on a span of 4-5 months.(not proofread)

Summary: after making a deal to keep friends alive you leave with Negan, a plan came in store sleep with the enemy get information, after escaping your body isn’t taking the pleasure of carrying a baby.

Everything happen so fast, who knew thing could go so wrong. After that night you where alone, they had taken Daryl they kept him loading him up like an animal. You would have done anything to get him back alive with his limbs still attached. It wasn’t long till everyone started discussing what to do next how to go on, serve him, provide, and work around Negan.

“So what do you think, Y/n?” Michonnes voice snapped you out of thought.

You looked up, everyones eyes on you. “You want me you sleep with the enemy…” you spoke.It was smart, he had taken a liking to you, it was for your friends right, for Daryl. Make the enemy vulnerable get him to need you, and thats what you would do. A grammy winning performance for sure he never saw past you.

But that would come with consequences, heavy consequences. Sitting on that stupid table. Carson trying to get a response out of you but nothing came from you finally choking up the words were.

“Are you sure.”

He looked at you his brows frowned, he responded with a weak nod. “I am, you mentioned that you weren’t able to. So I understand the concern but youre pregnant.”

The months went by and sure as hell you where, by the time you had started showing Daryl had gotten out. He knew that the baby wasn’t his, but he didn’t hesitate to try getting you to leave with him. He begged you but you couldn’t it would be to obvious, Negan would kill till he got you back it would be to dangerous. And the both of you going missing at the same time would just make it obvious.

“Daryl you have to go, leave with Jesus. Please baby i can’t go with you, not yet.” You pleaded to the man as he held on to you.

“I cant just leave you here, Darlin’ come with me.” He began once more.

“Daryl you need to go now.” You said pushing him slightly, the sound of saviors causing you to panic.

“Imma take ya home, promise.” He said pulling you in for a kiss, it lingered before he pulled away.

“I know you will.”

He left quickly, you slipping back inside quickly enough to not be seen by any of the saviors. After that moment it wouldn’t be at lest another month till you would escape. You had gotten weaker the baby was practically eating you alive that and just your body wasn’t ready nor prepared to cary a child.

Dwight helped you as much as you hated the guy, he made a promise he was able to slip you out before everyone arrived to attack the place. When you got to thw gate he instructed you to follow behind the building where she would meet her friends. He didn’t go but gave you back your knife and a gun. You did as that not really having to worry about any walkers thankfully.

Rounding the corner you were meet with a few familiar faces, “Glenn..” you spoke his body quickly ran over to you carefully taking you in a hug. You felt your body relax being in a friends arms opening your eyes you saw Rosita and Abraham with him, Glenn released you letting you attend to one of you best friends.

Rosita hugging you tightly giving you a kiss on the side of your face, “God ive missed you..” she pulled you away looking you up and down slightly her brow frowning slightly.

“Are you okay, you look like shit.” She stated

You couldn’t help but letting out a laugh, nodding letting her know you where just fine. With that you left they told you that you were to meet others then go on with the plan someone would take you to the kingdom. You didn’t know where that was but assumed it was an ally, an ally that had doctors to say the least.

You and Rosita continued hand in hand her not wanting to let go of you she wanted to keep you safe. That final building you saw him.

He stood there fucking with his bike as normal a cigarette hanging form his lip. “No shit.” Sasha said causing Daryl to look up following her gaze.

He stood up so fast throwing the cigarette to the side. You did the same letting out a soft cry as you ran to him, he slowed himself slightly before taking your body into his arms lifting you off the ground. Tears came down your face hugging him tightly you let yourself cry, cry in his arms. Pulling back simply cupping his face giving him a kiss, multiple kisses stopping to let your foreheads meet. You flet him start to break down his body going down slowly letting you fall on your knees as he cradled you. 

He pulled away getting a good look at you “Darlin’ you look sick..” you could hear the protectiveness in his voice, he thought maybe the we’re treating you badly not feeding you giving you the thing you needed that they had. But that wasn’t the case and you explained that to him. You could see the hurt on his face how this was something he couldn’t save you from keep you safe and healthy.

“Lets get you to a doctor..” he said picking you up with him.

“D’ you have a job to finish it can wait I promise…” you spoke you hand on his chest, his blue eyes looking at you pushing you to listen but god knows that wouldn’t be the case..

“Lets go for a ride, yeah?” You said smiling at him.

He nodded, you said you hellos giving hugs to the rest before everyone departed. Rosita making sure your were fine and that she could take you, you declined saying that you were staying with daryl. He got on the bike quick to help you on, you arms wrapped around him a simple tap to the leg to remind you to adjust your footing.

He could feel your bump against his back it was small but noticeable, his hand grabbed your off his torso kissing it before taking off. The side of you head laid flat on his back, you could only think how he could seem so forgiving. You were carrying a child that wasn’t his and he seemed to be fine with it practically ignore it. He had told you that he would hold this against you but you felt that he should that he should be angry with you.

But he wasn’t angry with you, but Michonne and Rick for suggesting and putting you in that position. It was a life or death situation for your family, plus a whole lot of fucking details from the inside. You both had soon arrived at the kingdom the ride there being that comfortable silence you both enjoyed. He helped you off walking you in to an amazing surprise you saw Morgan holding you dog by his collar soon letting go for the animal to run up to you.

God knows you needed that reunion, your pitty charlie had been with you since the beginning and taken care of you. Daryl quickly got you up after petting the hell out of the dog, “Mon’ lets get ya checked out..” he spoke as you linked your arm with his.

Laying on that table the nurse had told you what you already knew, “you aren’t producing enough vitamins for you and the baby so they’re simply eating you alive, it’s nothing to bad just means you be on bed rest for the rest of your pregnancy once you hit your second trimester. And from what I see it not that far.”

You couldn’t help but look at her “bed rest, I dont have fuckin time for that..” you said leaning up on your elbows.

She shared a glance with you of knowing that “but you dont really have a choice, you iorn is really low so are your sugar levels. Eat more fruits and greens, not to much sun, okay? Dont make this pregnancy harder for yourself then you have to.” She stated honestly.

You slapped you hands against your face sliding them down in irritation, sifting your head you looked and daryl you had a slight smirk on his face.

“Now you have to listen.” He said.

You groaned as he helped you off the table. “Why didn’t she use that scany thing?” He asked.

“I dont know could be they dont have the power right now, she listened to the heart beat and poked around she didn’t seem to concerned which means she seen shit like this before.” You spoke, as you walked with him. He was very curious asking if i knew the gender yet even going out suggesting a few names.

“I dont know the gender even though i am far enough to know wanna keep the thrill for after this shit show yeah?” You laughed lightly, you looked at him kissing him a soft tender kiss.

“I missed ya..” you said before giving him another kiss.

He engulfed you into his arms moving your legs around his waist as you sat on the bed, “I missed you more, i missed your touch n how ya kissed me, the sound of your voice n the random shit that would come out of it..” he confessed.

Your thumbs ran over his cheeks keeping eye contact till you placed small kisses all over his face. “I have 13 hours left before they need me again.” He said you heard the grumble in his tone causing you to laugh lightly.

“Well baby how ‘bout you get some good sleep.. Rosita was planning on coming and getting me and taking me to hill top with Maggie..” you said your hand pulling him down with you on the bed.

“The two pregnant ladys huh? Good bonding.” You let out a snort at him.

“Go to sleep, they need you, God knows I need you right now.” You said moving to your side.

You head laid on his chest arm laid over his chest, his arms moved you to face the other way spooning you his arms holding you securely.

“I love you..” he said his lips touching the back if you neck.

“I love you too.. Goodnight love.” You said kissing his hand.

[fandomwe1rd0]

The Smith Family plays Uno!

The Smith family was sitting at the table, all eating dinner, it was a rare time where Space Beth was eating with them. Rick was the first to finish and quickly got up. Then he felt a hand grab his arm and pull him back in the seat. He stared daggers at who it was, it was Jerry. "What the fu-*burp*-ck Jerry!?" Rick asked, voice sharp. Jerry slowly took a deep breath "Rick don't tell me you forgot..."Jerry continued, voice bright and sunny "It's family game night!" Space Beth stood up, despite her plate not being finished "Andddd that's my cue to leave." Summer begged "C'mon please stay?" "I have to go back to saving the galaxy..." "Please?" Space Beth clicked her tongue, then after a few seconds begrudgingly sat down "Okay, fine." Jerry smiled "See Rick? It's time!" Rick narrowed his eyes "No the fuck it's n-*burp*-ot-" Beth gave Rick a side eye, eyebrows furrowed. She spoke, her voice frim "Dad, this was set a week ago and agreed upon by everyone, including you." Rick rolled his eyes "Sweetie, you know I don't listen when Jerry talks, besides I've got really important science stuff to ma-*burp*-ke." Rick started getting up, but Space Beth clutched his arm in a chain-lock grip shot him a glare "Dad, if I have to deal with this, you do too." Rick narrowed his eyes and relented as he took a seat and crossed his arms, eyes darting around almost as if looking for an escape route. 

Summer was leaning back in her chair, texting on her phone, only for it to be yanked away by Jerry "Wha- DAD!" Summer lunged to get it back, but Jerry stuffed the phone in his pocket, patting Summer's head, "Don't worry sweetie I'll give it back to you after we're done with family game night!" Summer furrowed her eyebrows "You promised me I could go to Thrisa's party!" Jerry shook his head "No I didn't." Space Beth head tilted "Yes you did, I heard you." Jerry shifted and rubbed the back of his neck "I kinda...forgot about family game night till I got a reminder for it on my phone..." Jerry let out an awkward laugh. Summer scrowled "Screw that, I'm going, last time I checked, this isn't Russia." Summer stated, walking towards the door, then Jerry gently put his hand on her shoulder "Stay here for family game night Summer, or I'm joining TikTok." Summer gasped then raced back to her seat, sitting down lighting fast.

Summer's gaze fell on Morty, who was just sitting down. "C'mon Morty, you have to be annoyed too." Morty shrugged "I...I don't know, it might be kinda fun..." Summer scoffed and crossed her arms. "Whatever." Morty gulped and adjusted his legs. 

Jerry smiled "Ok now that everyone is here...I got Uno!" Space Beth sighed "Can't believe I married you...you realize that'll make everyone in this family hate each other?" Beth smiled "As if we don't already." Space Beth grinned "Good point." then they both started laughing. Jerry put his hands on his hip as he turned to Beth "Honey!" then he gave a sideways look to Space Beth "You." finally, he turned his attention to both of them "This will be fun! We'll have a great time" Summer huffed as she laid her feet on the table crossing her arms "Yeah, we'll all have fun screaming at each other because nobody will follow the rules." Rick smirked and held his hand up "Nice manip Sum-sum!" Summer beamed and high-fived Rick. 

Jerry gently pushed Summer's feet on the table "Don't put your feet on the table! We eat there!" Summer sighed and grumbled "I wish I had my phone right now..." Morty pleaded "Calm down Summer, this...this might be fun." Jerry smiled as he ruffled Morty's hair "There's my boy! He gets it!" Rick groaned "He's only saying that cause he's the 2nd biggest idiot in the family." Morty rolled his eyes "Oh fuck you Rick" Rick's unibrow creased "Oh fuck you too you little-" Jerry intervened "Woah woah! Stop with all of this negativity! We're just supposed to play games and have a nice time as a family, and that's what we're gonna do, ok?" Rick exhaled and sarcastically remarked with a mock salute "Yes patriarch."

Jerry cleared his throat "Alright...now everyone finish their food and I'll get the uno cards!" Jerry left the table and Rick leaned over to Morty, whom he was sitting next to, he was in between Morty and Space Beth. Then he whispered to Morty "Hey, want me to shoot a portal so we can get out of here?" Morty opened his mouth, but before any words could come out, Space Beth shot a mean stare at Rick "Dad, I'm literally right next to you. You're staying." Rick groaned "Fine."

After everyone finished their food, Jerry dealt the Uno cards "Everyone ready?" Jerry asked, voice too enthusiastic. Rick just shrugged without answering. Morty nodded, a crease forming as he looked at his cards. Space Beth had her poker face on as she leaned back in her chair and said "Yeah." And Beth mumbled "Chirst these cards..." But nodded nonetheless. And Summer sighed "Seriously Dad!? You have to give me the worst cards!?" Jerry put his hands on Summer's shoulder "Calm down sweetie! You want to make everyone else think you can win this?" She slapped Jerry's hands off swiftly "And why would I want that?" "Sweetie..." "Let's just get on with the game Dad."

Jerry frowned as he trudged and slumped back in his seat "Okay...let's start..." He tried to laugh but it was obviously forced "This is gonna be fun! Summer, honey, how about you go first." Summer smirked as she laid down a draw 4 card, directed at Morty. Morty's jaw fell to the floor "I thought you had bad cards!" Summer sighed "Yeah, and? I was lying, get in the game lil bro." Jerry laughed as he hugged Summer "There's my girl!" He chirped as he ruffled Summer's hair. Summer kicked her feet as she giggled "Let me go!" She was trying to sound mad, but the happiness in her voice betrayed any genuine anger. Jerry released Summer for the spine-crushing hug with a bright smile.

Rick rolled his eyes "Can we get on with the game?" Morty crossed his arm "I-I'm not going to get the cards, it was unfair-" "Morty just-" "NO!" "Stop being a fucki-*burp*-ng brat!" "FUCK YOU RICK!" "Well fuck you too!" Jerry sat up as he put a hand on Morty's back "Son, it's only a game-" Both Rick and Morty said in synchronization "Shut up!" Jerry sighed as he sunk into his chair "Ok." Beth sternly gazed at Morty "Morty. Don't talk to your father like that." Jerry smiled and Beth kept talking "Stop being a sore loser and take the cards." "But Mom-!" Beth spoke, voice clear yet firm, a warning. "Morty." Morty huffed as he took the cards. "I'll get you back for this Summer." Summer leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed as she smirked "I'd loved to see you try. Bring it on lil bro!"

Rick leaned over and Space Beth pulled him back in the chair "Stop trying to look at Morty's cards." Rick scoffed and Morty sent a glare his way, but didn't say anything. Morty was clearly trying to be intimidating, but it was more so cute. Like when a baby animal is angry. 

They continued playing and eventually Rick was at 2 cards, Summer was at 2, Jerry was at 25 (Don't ask), Morty was at 5, and Beth and Space Beth were at 3.

Summer looked at Morty "What was that you said?" She asked with a smile, leaning her head on her enclosed fist "You'll 'get me back for this'?" Morty's face turned red "Shut up!" Summer giggled "Someone's a sore loser..." "I am not!" Beth sighed "I gotta do everything myself..." she muttered. "Summer stop bragging. Morty stop being a sore loser." Morty slammed his hands on the table " I am not!" "Yeah that's why you're slamming the table like a totally cool-headed sane person would..." "Fuck you Summer!" Rick held Morty back "Just stop being a pussy Morty." Morty scoffed as he fell back in his seat, pouting. 

Summer pulled out a draw 2 card and Morty groaned "AGAIN!?" Summer shrugged with a jutted chin. Morty grumbled as he got the card then gasped "What?" Summer asked. Then Morty put it down. It was a custom card that said switch hands with a player of your choice. Morty smiled "I choose to switch with Summer!" Summer stomped "Mom! Tell him that's not allowed!" Beth sighed "Follow the rules of the game Summer." Summer sighed as she slowly switched with Morty. Morty beamed "Oh look, the last one is a draw 4 card." Morty placed it down and Summer groaned "This isn't even fair! He won with my cards!" Rick scoffed and threw his cards on the table "Whatever. Uno's dumb anyway..." Space Beth smiled, ruffling Morty's hair as she walked away "Nice job." Jerry did the same as he walked to his room "Nice going son!" Rick stuffed his hands in his pockets "You did...ok...I guess." Summer just sneered "Just give me my phone back Dad!" Beth didn't say anything, just going to her room.

Morty sat there, as he secretly hoped that this family game night, wouldn't be the last.

[mcmeerkat1]

Drip’s Wildest Adventures Episode 1: The Bear

This is what happens when you sit in a chat and come up with ways to torture Drip

Drip was playing truth or dare with the other smokejumpers and Avalanche was like “I bet you can’t get a bear to come onto base”. Drip saw that as a challenge and was like “oh yea I can”. Blade was currently off base as well.

And Drip goes off into the woods and finds a bear and then proceeds to lure it back to base

Blade was currently on his way back to base when he heard screaming coming from the woods. 

And those screams came from no one else but a dumbass smokejumper

Blade didn’t really want to know what happened but he had to save him from the bear that was currently chasing him 

And so began the rescue. Drip is able to somehow climb a tree and the bear is down below dangerously getting close to him. 

Blade slowly hovers close enough to attach his hoist to Drip 

And Drip sees Blade's hoist and carefully grabs hold of it 

Suddenly, the bear swipes at Drip causing him to panic and lose his grip on the tree. But thankfully, he was attached to the hoist so Blade was able to fly him back to base

As he is taken back to base safely he quietly giggles and then turning back to his general facial expression, slowly glances up at Blade from his hoist. 

Blade is dead silent not even making eye contact with the smokejumper 

Drip notices and quietly gulps in his throat and coughs 

The rest of the ride was silent till they hit the tarmac of the base. The rest of the smokejumpers came tumbling out to check on Drip. But after seeing Blades expression, they immediately slowed. 

Drip slowly glances up at Blade and tries to give him his puppy eyes and innocent expression. He glances up at the Chief, not giving a second thought as to what his expression is bearing. 

“Why the hell was Drip being chased by a bear?” Blade growled. 

"Umm well, you see.." Pinecone started, stammering along the way. 

“IT WAS MY FAULT CHIEF” Avalanche spoke up. Drip gave his friend a thankful look. Though that didn’t last long. 

"Finally someone admits to it." Pinecone said, whispering. She glanced up at Blade, slowly and carefully. 

Everyone felt tense under Blades icy gaze. “WE WERE PLAYING TRUTH OR DARE AND I TOLD DRIP HE COULDN’T GET A BEAR TO COME ON BASE”. Before he could say more, Blade cut in. “Excuse me…did you just say get a bear onto MY base??” “I DIDN’T THINK HE WOULD DO IT”. 

"Are you dumb?" Drip inquired, glancing at Avalanche. "Of course I was going to do it. I like a challenge after all. It was funny." He quietly giggled and bit his bottom lip to prevent laughter from coming out. 

“I suggest you quiet down Drip” Dynamite warned. Drip rolled his eyes only to meet Blades stare. “How would it be funny if a bear possible came on base and attacked someone huh? Or what about destroying all of supplies? Once again Drip, you have yet to think about your actions” Blade seethed 

"Yeah, Drip. You could've killed someone." Pinecone said, glancing at Drip and Avalanche. "And you obviously thought wrong about the dare Lanche. You know Drip is attempted to do anything dumb whenever he sees the opportunity." 

“She has a point there” Dynamite added, staring sternly at Avalanche and Drip. They both fell silent under the glares of their teammates and chief. 

Drip quietly growled inside his throat, before slowly taking a glance at his chief. He knew he was done. 

Blade stared him down before a sigh escaped him. “We will deal with this in the morning when I have coffee” he grumbled before rolling away. “I would be nervous Drip” Blackout whispered to Drip before quickly retreating. 

"Shut up. Or I'll make sure that bear chases your aft." Drip replied, before sticking his tongue out toward Blade's direction, then heading for the main hangar.

[sophieswundergarten]

Who wants to see me analyze the Emergency through the lyrics of a song that's been stuck in my head all week? Nobody? Cool, I'm afraid we're doing it anyways

[Verse 1] And this week the trend Was to not wake up 'till 3PM I picked a few conscious hours that I chose to spend And slept away the rest of them And this week the trend Was to crash and burn and then return again To practice the life that I pretend Provides enough to get me through the weekend

This first set is highly reminiscent of what the Emergency makes people feel. The desperation, hopelessness, and pressure that drives people frantic because "No one's at the wheel", but the inability to escape the cycle of it. No one is satisfied or peaceful or fulfilled, but there isn't a solution on the horizon.

[Chorus] So I say give me a solution And watch me run with it Then You gave, You gave me a solution What have I done with it? 'Cause I was absolutely sure I had it all figured out way back then And now it's this minute, this hour, this day

Mr. Benedict had a solution, and he was trying to give it to everyone, and there was even a small moment where it seemed like he was beginning to gain a tiny bit of traction, but then Curtain started kidnapping and brainsweeping the operatives who were working on fixing it. For a split second, Mr. Benedict had a hold of what needed to be done, but then everyone who could help was taken away and people got bogged down in the instant feeling of panic.

[Verse 2] And this week the trend Was to backstab every single one of my friends And leave a voicemail message trying to make amends All the while hoping things work out in the end

This verse is what I imagine the kids felt like at the Institute, as they were working so hard to take down Curtain, but the messages were wreaking havoc on them. Specifically, Sticky's struggle with whether or not to trust Curtain, and Reynie's imaginary letters to Miss Perumal. Everyone is hoping and wishing for it to work out but they're scared because they don't know what's going to happen.

[Verse 3] This week the trend Was to borrow all the strength that You could lend To keep my head above the water and not descend Back to where I said I'd never go again

The only thing that I can liken this to is Milligan. It fits so perfectly with him relying on Mr. Benedict and the others when he initially loses his memory, and the swimming when escapes the Institute as well as his escape from the book version of the Waiting Room, and how he has to return to the place where Curtain hurt him so badly and took Kate from him. He has a very instrumental part throughout the whole story of the Emergency.

[Chorus]

[Bridge] And I just want to get mugged at knife-point To get cut enough to wake me up 'Cause I know that I don't want to die Sitting around watching my life go by And what we take from this is what we'll get And we haven't quite figured it out just yet Because all of us are all too stuck Strapped to a chair, watching our lives blow up Stuck watching our lives blow up

The first four lines are a little extreme, but I think that they communicate the desperation that Mr. Benedict and co. feel about how important it is that the Emergency be ended, and how it is a sharper and more clear emotion than the general, dull desperate feeling that the messages are broadcasting. The middle two describe the way the kids feel during their whole mission: Unsure of who exactly the Sender is, deciphering the morse code riddles, and even up until the Whisperer is destroyed and figuring out Curtain's password. They have a lot of figuring out to do, but once they've finished and they get to look back on it, they find they have learned a lot. The last three lines fit the final confrontation in the Whispering Gallery quite well, in my opinion! Obviously, how the Whisperer (in the books) has the manacles that trap the boys, and that they think trap Constance. And, of course, Curtain's wheelchair being a part of the Whisperer, and him watching as his life's work is destroyed, but that destructing is what will allow the rest of society to regain their lives.

[the-firebird69]

I'm going to do my work right now I can't sit here and concentrate on this evil little miscreant retard, I'm sendng in troops to handle the problem right now tons of them.

Hera

It is true that he hardly keeps tracking stuff but he does and since they're threatening all over he's right we need to focus on that guy and we need you to focus on Hera, because it's causing you problems and everybody else and then the attitude is to turn away it's like I'm the only one with enough aggression to go after that piece of garbage cuz I know he's a massive threat no his dude Nukem Blockbuster Thor and Freya nuana Ariana midnight I mean come on let's finish this piece of s*** off lobo and approximate midnight and they say we have to get involved it's sitting there trying to charge everyone whenever you start doing anything he's a huge piece of s*** and you have to just flush every time you see him so I'm going to put out orders now I'm sending to Thor Freya you see one of these are your duty to get rid of it cuz I mean it and I know what I'm saying. So don't lose courage or hope and I'm asking you just to concentrate on it till it's done then you won't have to hear it or it's almost done. I tell you what we're right on it and that's what he's doing he's turning into a huge baby and people see that stuff you hear it too it has an effect and it is affecting people it's pretty rich right now and we need to back Duke Nukem Blockbuster and Big Time. And we have to roll on them too the trumpsters that is and we do have to take them down in the public eye and Hera is right and I want people to do that what do you p**** footing around with this bombing guy he's a bomber but it doesn't makes devices all all over the place there's not a whole bunch of people that do that all the time and that's what he's doing it's making a lot harder. Tell you what we know where the pockets of them are going to start destroying them and you'll see what he's doing and you'll blame me again and say I shouldn't really care I don't care if they blame me it's the right thing to do so heated up it's a light it up this this kind of problem can't be let the Fester. I don't care if you get heated up you you know the job. I'm sending an orders for Hera send out, and she'll get the picture it says I need people to take it easy on me when I was doing the work then nobody's doing because you want to sit there and let it make more bombs to bother living s*** out of our people it's not time to say but right now I don't care I'm stuck with Charles Manson next door I want them out it's a it's an emergency and I don't care what I'm saying that's how it reacting I'm a human being too can I see them acting now and they're doing stuff it's like I need a mind of my face cuz sitting there in my face all day long threatening not to ask for anything they're telling me anything at baseball bat finish that f*** her off

Zues

You have no place here buddy you're an escaping from prison

[nxjirx]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ༊*·˚

Part l of ?

Kalim x F! reader x Jamil (slight angst)

-there’s not enough love for these two on here so I’m taking it into my own hands

✾ In which Jamil shatters your heart and Kalim picks up the pieces.

-ˏ͛⑅　‧̥̥͙‧̥̥ ̥ ̮ ̥ ⊹ ‧̫‧ ⊹ ̥ ̮ ̥ ‧̥̥‧̥̥͙　⑅ˏ͛-

Nobody ever talked about how hard it feels to breathe after a heartbreak. Like the ceiling has collapsed in on your lungs, holding them hostage, crushing and tearing at every bit of oxygen, every bit of life left in your body ‘till even just existing was much too painful to bear.

That’s the best way I could describe the turmoil I was experiencing on the inside at the moment. Tiara long forgotten and tossed away to the floor, the fabric of the expensive dress Kalim’s family had so lovingly given me as a gift now was dirtied by my running makeup and the grime of the floor.

Hugging my knees close to my chest, head down, I leaned into the corner I had hidden myself away in inside of the Asim family residence’s garden. I shuddered and just as I was regaining composure sobs racked throughout my body once more, for how was I expected to walk back inside, all smiles after what he, what Jamil, had done.

Being so caught up in my wallowing, I failed to notice the light and urgent footsteps approaching me. Looking up, (though my vision was still blurred from the tears brimming my eyes) I recognized the signature head of white colored hair. Ah, it’s Kalim.

I watched as he slowly came to a stop in front of me. He stared, and neither of us said anything for a while. The silence was deafening and yet, it felt comforting. Everything felt that way around Kalim, warm and safe, comforting in the way a home cooked meal made by your mother would be.

“Can? I uh-,” he started.

Before he could get another word out I nodded and moved over to make room for him to sit, wiping the residue of the tear tracks that had once raced down my face, now mostly dried up and resting on my cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“Sorry?! Sorry for what, what are you talking abo-,”.

“I ruined the party you know; running out like that surely must have made quite a scene,”.

He leaned backwards till his back hit the wall and sighed,brows furrowing and eyes gently closing.

“You know,” he started while opening only one of his eyes and glancing at me, a lighthearted spark dancing in the reflection of his pupil. “I probably caused more of a scene than you did. When I saw you run out like that, I got so startled I threw my drink at a guest and started to run after you haha. I’m pretty sure I even knocked over some flower filled vases while trying to dodge people on my way out,” he jested. “So what I’m trying to get at is, don’t worry about it, ok?”.

Oh by the seven, oh by the seven. I would never get over how utterly and genuinly sweet Kalim was. But even with his warm smiles and comforting presence, the dread from the evenings earlier events came crawling back up my spine. It gnawed and scratched at me, like ice eroding away at my heart, turning it black and blue with frostbite.

“Thank you Kalim,” I watched as he raised an eyebrow, a silent What for? forming on his face.

“For always being here, you know, for me. If there was a star in the sky for every time you’ve made me feel better, it would twinkle so much everyone would go blind,” a quiet chuckle escaped my lips and I shivered, shrinking into myself as if trying to escape the cold.

“Anytime,” he said.

“For you, I’d reach into a pot of burning coals if you just asked me to,” he smiled and reached his arm over my shoulder, pressing his head to mine.

I exhaled, relishing in his touch. “So, uh, if it’s not too much,” he started, brows furrowing once more in concern, “What happened with Jamil?”.

[cower-before-power]

Piety

Summary: Gojo has sinned, and he will repent at the altar of his beloved

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

TW: swearing, implied sexual content, idolatry

Link to A03 here

A/N: First time writing for everyone’s favourite sensei, hope I did him justice. This man can step on me. Enjoy, sweet potatoes!

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“You’re late.”

He laughs softly from the doorway. “I told you I would be.”

“I know,” you say, your eyes focused on the rising moon out the window. “But you’ve always said I was the exception.”

“You are,” you can hear walk over to the closet; next, the rustling of clothes as he sheds his uniform. “But Yuuji-kun is doing so well I got overexcited and just had to stay a bit longer. When I was finished with him, I was planning on rushing straight home to you, but then I ran into my other darling first years. They wanted me to watch them fight. Their training for the exchange is coming along nicely too.”

“Hmmmmm,” you hum, rocking on your heels, “good reasons to be late, I suppose.”

You can’t help but let a little irritation creep into your voice. You’re not angry with him, not truly, but you can’t help be a little annoyed. Your lives were so busy it was often hard to find time to actually act like a couple. The two of you had set aside tonight to finally go out together, a real date. You’d made reservations at a fancy restaurant and even got dressed up for once. Not that you didn’t love your late night routine of takeout, Netflix and sex, but it was nice every once and a while to get out.

To pretend everything was normal. To pretend you were normal.

So when he texted you that he was sorry but things came up, could you please cancel the reservation-you couldn’t help but feel....cast aside.

You loved Gojo’s dedication to his students and his passion for his cause. You were proud of his strength, his powers. But sometimes it felt like you were a planet orbiting around his brilliant sun, competing with all the others for his warmth and light. He was the best, and was always needed by someone somewhere. You knew it was what you were in for when you put your heart in his hands, but it was still sometimes a bitter pill to swallow.

“You’re upset with me,” he says, and you finally turn to face him. He’s out of his uniform and only in a pair of dark sweatpants; your favourite look. You have a strong urge to run to him and bury yourself in his chest. You stay put.

“No not at you, per say,” you run your hands through your hair, taking out the style you’d coaxed it into earlier. “Just at life, I guess. Things are always crazy around here, but they seem to be getting even wilder and it just makes it even harder for us to spend quality time together.”

“You’ve never complained before.”

You sigh, tugging at the straps of your dress. “I know, I know. I’m just in a mood today, I guess. I was really looking forward to going out, and when you texted me, I just felt, I don’t know, shuffled aside.”

He stays quiet, face unreadable. It’s unusual and quite frankly rather unsettling. You feel guilt suddenly bubble hotly in your stomach.

“I mean, it’s fine! What you were doing was very important! Yuuji needs all the training he can get, poor boy. Plus, Megumi and Nobara miss you, they’ve noticed you haven’t been around a lot and they probably just wanted to see you be proud of them, even if they’ll never admit it. I’m being silly, I mean, who cares if we missed the reservation, the students and their training is definitely more important than going out with me-“

Your words die on your lips as you find yourself suddenly pressed flush against the chest you were just admiring moments earlier. You blink and gasp-bright blue eyes are staring intently down into yours. It always stuns you momentarily to see them. They are like sapphires; not only beautiful in shine and hue, but rare and precious. They only show up when he’s feeling particularly loving and mushy, or the very limited occasions when he gets serious.

You have a feeling it’s the latter.

“What have I told you about being too kind, angel?” He scolds you, shaking his head as he cups your face in his large, warm hands. “Just come out and say I’m the asshole here.”

“But-“

“Hush now,” his voice grows stern, the tone he uses when he’s got you at his mercy. You obey on instinct, snapping your lips shut. “I shouldn’t have stayed so long at school, and I definitely shouldn’t have assumed that cancelling would be okay without asking. I’ve never, ever wanted you to feel like you’re playing second string, and I’ve gone and done just that.”

You frown. “I don’t feel like that all the time, please don’t think I-“

“Once is one time too many,” he interrupts. His fingers smooth over your skin, stroking the frown from your face. “I clearly fucked up. I let my angel, my reason to live, my sweet darling thief who stole my heart, down.”

(You feel warm. So he is feeling mushy as well as serious.)

He replaces his fingers with his lips, featherlight brushes over your skin that make your knees begin to wobble. “It’s okay,” you breathe, eyes slipping shut so he can kiss your eyelids gently. “You didn’t mean to.”

He laughs. “Sweetness, you are shit at being mad at someone. This is the part where you call me a prick and make me grovel for forgiveness.”

“You’ve never groveled in your life,” you hum. The irritation you’d been feeling earlier is melting away under his gentle ministrations. He hadn’t meant to hurt you. He sometimes forgets the two of you didn’t always operate on the same wavelength. He sometimes forgets that everyone didn’t operate on his wavelength.

“Another exception I’d make for you,” he nibbles at your bottom lip, and you can’t help but chase him, trying to catch him in a proper kiss. He just laughs and sweeps a thumb over where he’s just nipped. “I’ll even get on my knees.”

The image of the worlds most powerful shaman on his knees before you sends a shiver up your spine. And the perceptive bastard doesn’t miss it. He pulls away, peeling himself from your body with a sticky slowness that causes the air around you to heat and thicken. He sinks to his knees before you, palms upturned in perfect piety.

“Oh goddess divine, please accept my humble apologies,” the words drip from his lips like a sacred prayer. “I have displeased you, and I seek to make amends.”

“Only you could apologize and make fun of someone at the same time,” you murmer, feeling your cheeks begin to flush. “You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot who only wishes to repent for his sins,” he grins lazily up at you, and his upturned hands are suddenly on your legs, beneath your dress. His thumbs begin to rub circles on your inner thighs. Time stops; your next breath lodges in your throat.

“Tell me what I must do,” his voice is smooth like the silk of his blindfold, slipping over you. He leans in and presses a kiss just above your right knee. His mouth is hot against your skin.

“Ummmm....” you try to speak, but nothing comes out but a choked whimper.

“I’m waiting very patiently,” another kiss, this time slightly higher. Your brain begins to malfunction. You open and close your mouth, trying to get the words out, but there’s nothing. Nothing but his warm breath and deft hands. Nothing but crystalline blue darkened with hunger. Nothing but need beginning to boil in your blood.

“I’ll just have to decide the form of atonement myself,” he murmurs, skimming his nose along your inner thigh. His hands slowly slide up your legs, your dress is coming up with them....

And then you both hear it.

The loud grumbling of your very empty belly.

He pulls back and blinks up at you. You stare back, mouth open. And then you both burst into raucous laughter.

“What a mood killer,” he grins, sitting back on his heels. “I’ve never been cockblocked by your stomach before.”

“Sorry!” You rub the offending area, still giggling. “I guess in all my stewing I forgot I was hungry.”

He’s on his feet in a flash. “Well we can’t have you starve on me, can we, sweetness? I know, how about I cook for us?”

Your eyes light up. Gojo is an excellent cook, but he rarely does it due to his busy and exhausting schedule. And his bad habit of filling up on sweets. “Really?”

“Sure,” he’s already across the room, throwing on a shirt and his blindfold. “Tell you what, you go have a nice hot soak in the tub while I cook. I’ll bring you a glass of wine and something from my extra secret sweets stash to tide you over till I’m done.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Something from the secret stash? I’m honoured.”

He grins. “Another exception for my angel.” He suddenly claps his hands together. “Oh, and tomorrow we’ll play hookey! Go to Tokyo for the whole day, and I’ll spoil the absolute shit out of you. The kids can survive a day without us.”

“You already spoil me,” you laugh, shaking your head. “I’ll just be happy to spend a whole day just us.”

“No arguments!” He wags his finger. “I will drop mad cash on you and you will enjoy it.”

“Ugh you are such a dork,” you roll your eyes, but your heart fills with love for this silly man. You know he really is sorry and is trying to make it up to you. He’s an idiot on occasions, but he’s your idiot, and you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

You make to move towards the bathroom, but the lingering feel of his touch on your skin reminds you.

“Hey, what happens after the bath and food?”

Before you can blink, he’s back in front of you, gathering you against him. His smile is absolutely feral, and you can feel his smouldering gaze even through the black fabric now covering his eyes.

And his lips are descending on yours, hot and hungry. He licks into your mouth, swallowing the moan that’s threatening to escape. There’s nothing left but him. His touch, his taste, his scent. He is everywhere, in every sweep and valley of your body, in every corner of your pounding heart. He consumes you like fire consumes a forest, and you are happy to burn, burn, burn.

All too soon he pulls away, and you are left empty. Bereft. Lost. But he leans back in, his lips brushing your ear, his voice dark with reverent desire.

“I’ll worship at the altar of my divine goddess until my penance is paid a hundred fold.”

[miss-celestial-being]

Regret

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request: nope

warnings: get ready to cry ppl (also cheating and dumb Y/n) Edit: also "underage drinking" (doesn't have to be underage)

summary: Y/n cheats and feels bad

pronouns: she/her

house: doesn't really matter

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This is so short, it probably shouldn't be counted as a fic... but what do you expect for the beginning of the end of my hiatus??

Just a little note, the hiatus isn't fully over, this is just the "beginning of the end"

Thx to @thehalfbloodedwitch for helping me with the title <333

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Y/n's palms were sweating as she walked out of Theodore's room quietly. There was a gut wrenching feeling in her stomach. She really fucked up.

When she got to her dorm, she closed the door behind her and slid down till she was sitting with her arms wrapped around her knees. She cried. A lot. She didn't mean to do it. She didn't even know she was doing it till half way in. But that's not an excuse. There is no excuse...

She stayed like that for a long while, refusing to open the door when her friends went to check on her. She didn't deserve to be checked on. She was a horrible, horrible person. She was dreading what she'd have to do. She'd have to tell Draco.

Just then, there was light knocking at her door. "Y/n? Y/n let me in. You're worrying everyone." Draco tried opening the door but it was locked. "Love please. I just want to know you're ok." He let out a sigh and let his head hang low. He looked up when the door suddenly opened.

Draco frowned at Y/n's appearance. "Love are you alright? You look like you've been crying." This only made Y/n sob harder. He loved her and she fucked it all up. Because she's a fucking idiot.

Draco immediately ran to comfort Y/n. He led her to the bed, only parting from her side to close the door. He walked back over to her and rubbed her back. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want, I just want to make sure you're alright, that's all." Y/n shook her head. "That's the thing. I have to tell you. I have to." She looked down, too ashamed to even look into his eyes.

"Hey, love look at me, please look at me." Tears were starting to form in Draco's eyes now. "Have I done something wrong? I'm terribly sorry if I have, I never meant to upset you." Y/n closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She stood up and pointed to the bed. "Please just sit down." Draco complied, hoping to find out what was wrong.

"I'm going to tell you something, but I need you to promise me you won't hate me. I don't know if I could live with myself if you hated me." Y/n sniffled out. "Y/n, darling, I could never hate you." Draco looked at Y/n with concern. "You say that now." Y/n chuckled out bitterly. She absolutely hated herself.

"I- I..." She looked at her feet and took a deep breath. "I slept with Theo." Her voice barely above a whisper. "What did you say love? I couldn't hear you." Draco stood up and walked over to Y/n, causing her to back up. Draco stopped in his tracks. "Y/n what's happened?"

A few tears managed to escape past Y/n's eyelids. "I slept with Theo... Draco I'm so sorry." Y/n cried out. Her knees buckled, she almost fell, but Draco caught her. "I'm such a fucking idiot and I'm so fucking sorry." Draco held back tears. "When?" His voice cracked a bit as he spoke. Y/n cried harder.

"Y/n. When?" Draco asked again, Y/n looked up into his eyes and sobbed. "I'm so sorry." She fell to her knees, Draco following her down. "Please just tell me when." He closed his eyes, ready to take in the answer. "Last night."

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he fell back on his heels. "Why?" Y/n shook her head. "It was an accident. I- I was drunk, I didn't even know what was happening until it was too late. And I know that is not an excuse. I am so, so sorry." She looked down at the floor and cried. "Please believe me when I tell you that I love you. More than anything. And I was so fucking stupid. I ruined everything." Draco processed what he was just told. He breathed in and sighed. "I'm not mad."

Y/n's head snapped up at this. "W-what?" "I'm not mad. You told me, some people don't even get that. I am sad. And I don't think I can trust you, but I'm glad you said something." Y/n nodded. "I understand. I love you. I hope you still love me." Draco lifted her head. "That's what makes this hurt more, I don't think I'll ever stop loving you."

He then stood up and walked to the door. "One day I'll forgive you, that's just not something I can do right now and you'll just have to be ok with that." He opened the door and walked out, leaving Y/n there, sitting on the floor, tears running down her cheeks.

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[lazywriters-blog]

Yandere scenarios [modern AU]

Includes childe, zhongli, diluc. More to come later..

Warning: May contain triggering content, mentions of kidnapping, implied violence, yandere content. This is purely for entertainment purposes only.

Kinda edited. Apologies for any errors.

𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓮 /𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓪

His family wants him to get married soon, he understands their intentions, but he just wants to enjoy his life and obviously his rebellious statement doesn't go unheard. So they decide it was time to take matters into their own hands, gradually, he starts meeting new peoples, forced to attend weddings with his family, he doesn't particularly mind going to marriages but he does grow tired, in one of these weddings, he meets you. After he successfully managed to escape the deadly clutches of his family and roam around awfully bored by himself, he stumbles across you. Standing with your sister he assumes, smiling and laughing, not caring how boring the event was like himself. For whatever reason, he is interested, very interested. While following you around, he manages to retrieve your name. Hmm maybe his family could help him out.

He lets his parents know that he has taken a liking to someone, of course being as delighted as they were, immediately agreed to ask your hand in marriage, he watches you as his parents and yours speak, his siblings busy clinging to him, he could see how awestruck your sister seemed by the cuteness of his adorable siblings. Too busy calling them over to play, to notice your discomfort. He likes your shyness.

The unfair advantage he gets is delightful. His parents are anything but determined to get you by his side, eventually he knows where you live, how you behave, your unique habits. He takes sick pleasure in seeing your thinly veiled uneasiness, you should be pleased to know he has taken such a huge liking to you, if anything he rejected almost every girl he met. You are a exception.

When he comes to know you rejected him, he can't help but laugh, he's not marrying anyone other than you, he's made that much clear to his parents, he's not giving up on you. Whilst his parents try to persuade him into meeting another woman who is more willing to marry him, he makes it so she hates him, he's done worse than this, this shouldn't cause any trouble.

Clawing his way into your life, he comes to know how many proposals you've had, how many are interested in making you their wife, it truly makes him angry, he likes a good chase, he likes the thrill, so he's gonna enjoy taking down every last one of them. Then you won't have a reason to reject him again. He's going to be the only one you can accept.

Because there's not going to be anyone else left.

"I knew the moment I saw you we were destined to be! You don't believe me? Then how come everyone other than me remain to take your hand and pledge life long loyalty to you? Surely, that's enough proof, is it not?"

𝓩𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲

He works hard for the both of you. His pure little angel, his beautiful wife. His day is instantly brightened when he comes back home from a strenuous day, to see you dressed beautifully, giving him a smile that sends his heart beating and easing his nerves. He truly loves you.

He loves it when you look at him that way, fondly watching him as the both of you sit together to have a peaceful meal, he feels content to know you've come around, those dark days are behind you now, you've become his beautiful spouse, now forever destined to be together till the time comes for your death and his. He's happy to know that his affects weren't in vain, his hardwork has comes to fruition. He can't be more happier than now.

Expect.. now you've become a little.. spiteful.

Have you come to know of his ways? Or are you simply attempting to test him? He knows what he did was for the best, he is aware that you might not understand, but he knows better. You are quite naive, he likes that about you, now when he says it, it is not in the purpose of shaming you, he wants you to know that you simply too fragile to face the world alone, you need him. He is more than happy to aid.

Hugs are a little hard from you, recently, you have managed to leave the house without so much as his consent, he remembers telling you to stay put when he's not around, however, you've rebelled and decided not to heed his word. He's forgiving though, mistakes happen, he just hope's you learn your lesson.

When he comes home, there's no smile, you don't greet him the way you used to, he figures that you are just having one of those days, where you are moody, where you don't feel like doing anything. He trys his best to understand your womanly needs, he does his hardest to adjust for a while. If only your behaviour didn't worsen, he wouldn't have.. extended your time kept in solitary confinement, he needs you to know that your questionable behaviour isn't welcomed.

No matter your struggles or shouts, he will always be there, to make you understand that everything he's doing is to ensure the relationship between you and him isn't threatened.

"How are you feeling now dear? Much better I hope."

𝓓𝓲𝓵𝓾𝓬

Lovely eyes, silky hairs and a timid facade. You smile more often than you are awake, you struggle not when he snakes this arm around your waist, deep in dreamland, peacefully unaware. You softly giggle as he traces his finger across your face, his heart skips a beat, rapidly picking up the pace. You are so much more accepting when you are asleep. You don't react violently. You make such faint sounds while you are slumbering, he can't quite describe how it makes him feel. Your lips are much more tempting. He will not make any moves that might ensure your violent reactions, he must keep his feelings under check.

When sleep does not willing come, he ends up watching you instead, which.. some might find it to be creepy, including yourself, but you don't have to know. Your skin is soft against his fingers, he finds this.. sensation to be quite pleasant.

Perhaps, slipping a sleeping pill into your drink might not be the solution towards your submissiveness, but he.. almost prefers this.

Almost as if you had felt his intentions, you turned away, leaving him to his own thoughts, of course you weren't submissive enough, at least not yet, he knows he shouldn't force it out of you, he can not remain patient forever, he has his limit just as you.

He wonders how long can he suppress this.. unhealthy thoughts.?

He really hopes you can forgive him, because he is going to do something that he knows he's going to regret soon.

"Now open your mouth, I need to get going soon. Don't worry I'll be back before you wake up, what do you mean you don't want it? Dear we've discussed this before.. you are not going to escape like the last time. In order to make sure that doesn't happen, I need to do this. You get it don't you?"

[urlkssknt]

office shenanigans

assistant!nanami x boss!fem!reader (mentions of gojou)

warnings - nsfw content!!! oral (f receiving) inappropriate use of the workplace(?) p*ssy slapping fingering

a/n - this is very poorly written and not proofread but nanami kento makes me feral

A small knock alerted you of the presence of a certain stoic man, the one that had been occupying your thoughts, particularly the fantasies filled with lust. Kento nanami applied for the position as your assistant four years ago when you first got your high-earning job. He was a diligent worker, always ready to serve you to the best of his abilities, always ready to exceed your expectations. As you came to work with him, you couldn’t help but compare the men you took companionship to your loyal secretary. Kento had become your standard and it was impossibly hard to find anyone that met them.

“Ma’am, the man from last night is waiting for you,” the blond man stated in a bored tone, almost as if he was also bothered by the other male presence. Your eyebrow would have raised if you weren’t overcome with instant regret, you just had to ignore everyone’s warnings about Gojou Satoru. At least the dick was worth it, you thought to yourself.

In annoyance, you mutter under your breath, eyes closing as you pinched the skin of the bridge of your nose, “so fucking clingy.” The clear eyes of your secretary widened at the vulgar language escaping your pretty mouth. It was Kento's job to understand you, it only took him three months to realise that you wouldn’t settle down with any man you had a ‘relationship’ with, simply using them for your sexual needs. The longest you had been with a partner was for six months before calling it quits. Kento noticed that you got bored easily. He understood, more than anyone, that your current lifestyle was not suitable for a stable romantic relationship. It was just more simple to have a strict sexual relationship.

Kento walks over to your stiff figure, slumped over the large desk filled with documents after documents. You didn’t notice how close he was until soft words were spoken into your ears. Kento was so close you could smell the rich cologne he wore ripple off him, the scent went straight to your head, swirling your thoughts together into a puddle. A hand settled at the top of the leather seat whilst the other rested near your own, caging you between himself and the chair.

“Should I get rid of him for you?”

Slowly, you lifted your gaze up to the deep brown eyes staring back at you, there was a coy smile along Kento's face, the sight caused your brain to stop functioning for a moment. Has your assistant always been so attractive? Your eyes stopped on his sharp nose whilst sinful thoughts crawled to the front of your mind. God would you like to sit on his face.

A deep hum sounds from his throat, “hmm, would you like me to do that for you,” kento takes a pause, fully aware of the hungry lustrous look swimming in your eyes, a look he was more than familiar with, however you were far too professional to make a move on him, “ma’am?”

Thoughtlessly, all you could manage to do was nod at the diligent blond man. Your assistant left without another word to go follow out your demand, leaving as quickly as he came.

Finally, you were alone with your thoughts. A shaky breath slipped through your parted lips as an attempt to get rid of the dirty thoughts running through your mind. You couldn’t help imagining the muscles hidden underneath his crisp pristine white shirts. You would be lying if you didn’t wonder how it would feel to have Kento’s large hands wander along the expanse of your skin, squeezing at the flesh of your hips, as he takes you from behind, bending you across your desk, fucking you till your legs become sore and lose feeling. He didn’t have a girlfriend, that much you knew, so you felt no ounce of guilt for your fantasy, it also meant you won’t feel any guilt when you will touch yourself to the thought of him, stuffing your cunt with your fingers pretending it’s his hard cock. The throbbing of your clit became more uncomfortable as you continued to think more about your assistant’s godly features, particularly his thick muscular thighs. Shifting around in your seat didn’t help ease the tension you felt, it only worsened your need. Rubbing your thighs together in an attempt for a form of friction was useless as well. Maybe you should have invited Gojou back into your office, at least your mind would be thinking about something else other than your assistant. A sinister thought crawled to the forefront of your dazed mind. Why not deal with your sexual urges right now? Kento would definitely take a few more minutes to deal with other things and to send an egotistical maniac away. Biting your lip out of frustration, you thought, fuck it, people have done worse things in the workplace and this was your office. Just before your small fingers could slip past the waistband of your skirt and a voice sounds through the room, stilling you into shock.

“Ma’am,” suddenly, Kento’s voice reaches your ears and shocks you to the point your blood runs cold and you think you may have a heart attack.

“Fuck, why didn’t you knock?” You seethed through your teeth, a tone you used with inferiors who didn’t do their job correctly. The sexual frustration you were feeling a few seconds earlier just turns into full on rage. It amused Kento.

“Are you alright?” he asks with a sweet tone and an even sweeter smile, it was sickly. He chose to feign innocence to your obvious frustration. The man found your anger adorable. Of course he had witnessed it a thousand times in the length of his career, never being on the receiving end, but this time around. Kento’s heart soared at your deeply furrowed brows and tightly clenched jaw. “Did you want to get yourself off, pretty girl?” A hand grasps at your chin, tilting your face to look at the blond figure, “I can help you with that.”

Before you know it, the hand on your chin travels into your hair, intertwining itself with your locs, as his lips press a gentle kiss on a space on your neck behind your ear. A sigh falls from your lips as you succumb to the ministrations of his lips along your neck, lapping at the soft skin to soothe it after biting down harshly. As you whine at the loss of touch, Kento chuckles softly. He bends down to kiss you again with more fervour, wasting no time to explore the cavern of your warm mouth.

The sight of your assistant sitting on his knees caused your brain to melt, no longer having the ability to form coherent thoughts, his large palms radiating so much heat as they caressed the exposed skin of your thighs. “Let me make you feel good.” You gulped loudly. A smirk spreads along Kento's lips, pride swelling in his chest at the fact he was the one who caused you to lose composure.

“Okay,” you agreed, voice barely over a whisper. Internally, you slapped yourself for sounding so weak and small in front of your employee. Kento’s hands grab at your waist to drag you to the end of the leather seat, barely able to hang on, before you knew it your skirt was being pushed up and your soaked-through panties were dragged down your legs, secretly stashed in Kento’s pocket.

You sighed at the feeling of the warmth of the muscle against you, a stripe licked through your folds. Widening your legs out of reflex, your fingers grazed through Kento's blond locks before tugging at them, bringing him impossibly closer to your cunt. Kento's sharp nose brushed against your clit deliciously as he lapped at your entrance like a starved man, the small action sending jolts of pleasure through you. Your hole was seeping with sweet wetness, just waiting to be collected by Kento’s hot tongue. He couldn’t help the moan escaping his throat as he devoured your pussy, you tasted like heaven.

“You’re skilled at everything, huh?” you managed to breathe out in a steady voice, surprising yourself. The low hum kento let out sent vibrations against you, adding to the pleasure, making your head spin. “Fuck, I should raise your salary for this.”

If someone could be pussydrunk, it would be Kento Nanami. There was something so addicting about the way your slick tasted, bitter yet sweet, he never wanted to detach from your cunt, he couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing. Especially not when you whimpered so softly it barely reached his ears. With two fingers, Kento spreads out the folds of your pussy to admire the slick mixture of your wetness and his spit all along your sex, some of it trailing down the skin of your bottom. Just before you could protest and whine about the withdrawal of Kento’s touch, a sharp slap against your cunt causes the words to choke in your throat. You were stunned. No man had ever dared to slap you, it would have infuriated you, however there was an unfamiliar look in Kento’s eyes, one that made you want to be quiet and cower. It also didn’t help that the slap against your pussy felt so good, it made you forget about the pain.

“This pretty pussy,” another harsh slap landed against your cunt, you couldn’t stop the high pitched whine leaving your lips, “is mine,” Kento slapped you once more to punctuate his words. The man was getting high off the reversal of roles, normally he would be the one to follow your every command, always so eager to please you by any means necessary. The image of your chest raising and falling, hips thrusting to gain more friction, your tight skirt pushed above your hips. Kento could have cum from just looking at you. No wonder you had so many incapable men crawling back to you, fully knowing that they will never get a second glance.

“Say it.”

A thick finger began to slowly inched its way through your gummy walls, taking much longer than needed, your tight walls welcoming the pleasing touch, begging to be filled. If anyone had walked in on the scene, they would have guessed that a porno was being filmed from the heavy stench of sex in the air to the lewd squelching sounds of your drench cunt, especially with your slick glistening against Kento’s chin and nose.

“All yours,” you sighed breathlessly when Kento was knuckle deep, no longer being able to hold yourself up, you fell into the chair behind you, “this pussy is yours.”

Satisfied with your response, Kento’s finger began curling against the walls of your warmth, trying to find the certain spongy spot to make you see stars. His lips attached to your swollen clit, the slow circling of his tongue was torturous, you couldn’t even buck your hips as his hands held them down to stop your squirming. It wasn’t enough. The high of your orgasm was approaching and you desperately wanted to cum.

Studying your expressions, Kento knew he found your g-spot from the moan you emit and the tug against his hair, the aggressiveness made him groan into your clit. Tears began to brim in your eyes, fingers curling in the blond hair, mouth gaping open. You were so close. From the clamping of your walls against his singular finger, Kento knew you were close to cumming.

The speed of his finger quickened, pulling out of your cunt to thrust it back in again, consistently hitting against your bundle of nerves. It was a spot you couldn’t reach yourself when you touched yourself, your fingers were never enough.

“Come on pretty girl,” Kento coos as if were praising a child, he desperately wanted to experience you fall apart, all because of him, “cum all over my finger and I’ll make sure it will be my cock next.”

As if on command, your body listened to softly spoken words and let the orgasm ripple through you, a sinful moan filling the walls of your office, which quickly turned into another whine as the thick finger leaves your cunt, completely soaked with your cum, to only have Kento’s tongue lap at your arousal.

“T-too much,” you spluttered out, trying to use the minimal energy you had left to peel the blond away from your abused cunt. It was no use. Kento was much stronger than you and the grip he had on your hips was like a vice.

A grin stretched across Kento’s face as he rested against your thigh, finally allowing you to climb down from your orgasmic high, this was the first time you had seen him smile in the years he’s been with you. He looked like a child who had been given candy. You felt the beating of your chest skip a beat.

“Pretty girl gets sir’s cock now,” the smile drops from his face as Kento stands to his full height, towering over you like a giant. You couldn’t help your eyes falling onto the prominent tent in his slacks.

“Maybe overtime will be fun today?”