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akutasoda · 1 year ago

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Hii!! Could I request Obey me brothers with a mc who dresses like misa amane from death note? If not don’t worry!! Have an amazing day/night!<333

stylish fashion

synopsis - when mc has a fashion similar to misa amane

includes - lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, wc - 789

a/n: hii! hope you're having an amazing day/night too!

lucifer ★↷

↪to many demon's surprise, lucifer can be quite into his fashion. while it may be more tailored toward formal wear and jewellery, he still had quite the eye for such things.

↪so he did think your style was quite bold at first. bold, but absolutely stunning. it just seemed to work so well for you and he couldn't help but compliment each of your outfits even if he had seen it before.

↪and because of his eye in jewellery, if you were the type, he would gladly take you out and help pick some to complete your look and still perfectly compliment your outfits.

mammon ★↷

↪ he's a fashion demon. he does regular photoshoots for mainly clothing companies and such so he thought he had seen majority of styles in the off hand chances of passing by other models.

↪and sure he's seen demons wear similar style clothing to you, but for some reason it suited you so much better. that and your outfits and their coordination worked so much better.

↪ isn't his style but would be more than happy to help you adf pieces into your collection by showing you all the best brands for your style.

↪and maybe if you chose to, he'd happily try and get you into a modelling gig with him. perhaps then you could help him pick a outfit in your style.

leviathan ★↷

↪he really couldn't draw his eyes away from how gorgeous he found your style. so much so that he felt a bit weird for staring at you.

↪he just couldn't help it! you're outfits were always stunning and he honestly wished he had your confidence to wear a similar style to yours.

↪he is quite well versed in various fashion/clothing shops surprisingly. so he would happily tell you were they were so you could add more pieces to your collection and maybe he would join you and help pick some for you aswell.

↪ however, he is also very good at carfting from scratch. most of his cosplays are hand made, the clothing mostly, so should you find out he would happily oblige in taking your requests.

satan ★↷

↪to absolutely no one's surprise he has limited knowledge of fashion. sure he may claim he's read books with that stuff in but that can't really be translated into the real world of fashion.

↪but he didn't have to be into fashion to think your style was absolutely amazing. you really never missed with a gorgeous, well planned outfit that always complimented your features.

↪he had to say, he loved the style. it would definitely become one he would be interested in, perhaps a more toned down version but still.

asmodeus ★↷

↪adores it an unbelievable amount. need i say more.

↪ it's no surprise asmo likes to dive into various styles and such, so when something with great fashion like you? it would be a crime not to ask.

↪while it probably wouldn't be a style he'd wear, he still thought it was absolutely brilliant. he loved all the accessories you'd sometimes where and even loved the more simpler outfits.

↪ probably knows the best places in the devildom to match your style. so would never hesitate to take you and help you expand your wardrobe.

beelzebub ★↷

↪another one that doesn't really have knowledge in fashion. it's not that he doesn't care, it's just not his main priority.

↪he rhought you looked stunning regardless of what you wore. but he did have to say, some of your outfits had a very nice look to them and he could understand why you had a strong fashion sense.

↪if you wanted to, he'd happily let you try your style of him. while it probably didn't match him like it matched you, he would still keep some accessories you tried on him.

↪ones that he could wear subtly. but he still could admire your outfits and the dedication you had to having such a fashion sense.

belphegor ★↷

↪ probably the worst when it comes to fashion. he spends most his time asleep and rarely cares about the styling of his clothes so has very limited knowledge on fashion.

↪ didn't really care how you dressed. if you were wearing something that made you comfortable and confident that's all that mattered in his opinion. although he couldn't help but admire the dedication.

↪he figured it must take you ages to coordinate and complete your outfits and pull them off each time, something he'd never really bother with.

↪ although his favourites were definitely your more 'casual' and comfortable outfits. the ones were it was mainly a top and pair of pants. those he could really get behind.

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aryastark-valarmorghulis · 11 months ago

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I rewatched the last episode, and while I still think it was a satisfying finale on many levels, I finally understood what was bothering me.

Armand's arc doesn't make sense unless he also wasn't going to let Louis die on the stage - but maybe Lestat acted first or acted better. A hurricane that upset Armand’s plan.

Because, otherwise, if he was ready to see Louis burn, why save him later (and betray the coven) when he had chosen to let him die (picking the coven over Louis)?

Armand would really look like an idiot (maybe it was the purpose, but I don’t believe it, honestly…): first he is an accessory to the trial (at best… you could say he was much more than that) but then he saves Louis’ life after what, a week of agony?

At first, he picks the coven but then he lets Louis kill them all and grovels at his feet? I genuinely don't understand. Armand says “I had complicated feelings” for the coven – so he let Louis take his revenge – but he also adds they were with him for 200 years and he didn’t trust Louis’ love to last – so he picked them over Louis.

?????

There must be some missing pieces that we don't have yet – and ok, I'm 100% sure we're going to learn more about Armand in S3 or later – and his arc in S2 feels incomplete (I absolutely loved everything about Armand and how they wrote until ep. 8) in a way that doesn't give the audience much closure.

In S1 we knew there was stuff that didn't add up regarding Lestat, but his arc felt organic and natural: he had to "die" by the hands of Claudia and Louis. His "death" was earned.

Armand being thrown into a wall and lying there like a discarded sock was consistent with the underwhelming Loumand breakup in the book, BUT it doesn't say anything about Armand and the meaning of his journey in S2.

Armand was S2's "villain" (I know we don't have villains, they're all villains etc etc, bear with me, language has its limits etc etc lmao) the same way Lestat was for S1, but a villain whose motivations are so mysterious… maybe too mysterious.

Said that, I can believe this sense of incompleteness was an artistic choice - Armand is a black hole, Armand is opaque - just not one I particularly loved. The only one I didn't love, in fact, in a season that was, in every other aspect, great.

#iwtv #iwtv s2 #amc iwtv #armand #the vampire armand #and that's the end of it. there's nothing else #iwtv meta #idk how to tag this #arya stuff #meta

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logan-fields-official · 6 months ago

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HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, can I request a poly sbg x fem gyaru reader who gets bullied by Barron and his friends? (Angst but a very fluffy ending) :3

Swear I remember reading something like this before to? ANYWAYS!!! I don’t know much about gyaru so bare with me here. Again might add stuff to this later!!! WARNINGS: bad grammar, bad spelling, cringe? Cussing

SBG x Gyaru Reader!!!

Under the glaring lights of the hallway, Y/N could feel the weight of a hundred eyes watching her. Her vibrant gyaru style, witch consist of layered skirts and bright pastel colors, usually brought her a sense of confidence. Today, however, it felt like one bright big target for Barron and his gang. “Look at this clown,” Barron sneered, his voice dripping with disdain as he leaned against the locker, arms crossed. “No wonder you don’t have any real friends. Who would want to hang out with a wannabe?” His goons snickered, and Y/N's cheeks flushed crimson as she tried to shrink into herself. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Logan. His light brown hair making him blend into the crowd of students, but his blue eyes seemed to shine with concern. “Hey, maybe we should just go, Y/N,” he said timidly, adjusting his glasses as he stepped closer to her, his delicate frame trembling slightly. “They’re not worth it.” As if fueled by Logan’s worry, Y/N squared her shoulders, ready to try and confront Barron when suddenly Aiden bounded into the scene, his blonde hair wild and red lenses sparkling with mischief. “Yo, Barron! You do know that being a dick won’t make yours any bigger, right?” His words had a life of their own, echoing in the hallway. Barron’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, it seemed like the air was charged with tension. “I’m not afraid of you, red-eye,” Barron spat back, but it was Ashlyn who chimed in next, her voice ice-cold as she removed her headphones. “Look Barron to keep it plain and simple nobody wants to see your pathetic display of ‘masculinity’.” Her slate-green eyes glinted defiantly. The group had a special bond one that can’t be broken, every word a protective barrier around Y/N “Thanks, you guys,” Y/N murmured, feeling a warmth blossoming at the edges of her embarrassment. Suddenly, Tyler, Taylor, and Ben strolled over quietly. Ben, despite his usual preference for silence, had his journal tucked under his arm, ready to write about the incident later. “Don’t worry Y/N we’ve all got each other’s backs,” Taylor said, her voice filled with complete honesty. Tyler spoke up next his voice slightly gruff “I don’t know how you let him get away with that. I mean we deal with literal blood thirsty creatures and you can’t stand up to him?” With their combined strength, Barron’s bravado crumbled like a house of cards, and he turned his back on them, retreating to the darkness from which he came. As Y/N’s heart slowed, Aiden flashed a toothy grin. “See? You’ve got a whole gang of misfits ready to protect you! Plus, nobody rocks the gyaru look like you do!” Later that evening, seated beneath the soft glow of street lights, while sitting between trees outside the school, Y/N felt a sense of belonging blossom among her group. “It’s not about fitting in,” she said, glancing at each of them, “it’s about being accepted for who we are.” Logan smiled weakly, Tyler rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a slight smirk, while Aiden laughed, shaking his head. “With us, you’ll always be more than a label,” he said with a wink. Ashlyn chimes in, “And besides, who cares about what Barron thinks? His opinion doesn’t matter.” With their laughter ringing in the air, Y/N felt lighter. Barron might still be around, but she wouldn’t face another day alone. Everything felt right in this moment, a mess of love and power woven tightly together, and for the first time in a long time, she truly smiled.

Aiden: Aiden would honestly be the biggest hype man even if he thinks your styles funny as shit. He’ll help you buy things like accessories and makeup. He’ll help with small things like eyeliner but he can and will let you do his makeup and will wear it the whole day. If literally anyone says something mean about you Aiden is on them.

Ashlyn: Probably isn’t a huge fan of all the colors as we seen her mostly wearing not very colorful stuff, but she supports you even if she does think it’s a bit much. She won’t let you do her makeup, but she’ll let you style her hair as long as it’s nothing to crazy. If you get bullied for it she’ll give you some advice like ignore them or if it gets bad enough punch them.

Ben: You stand out a lot compared to him like a lot a lot. We’ve seen this boy he meanly if not always wears a grey shirt and jeans. So you’ll probably end up helping him find things that fit him and help him stand out more. Which he doesn’t want to stand out but he won’t stop you unless you go way to far. Can and will do your hair. You gave him a heart attack one time because he came home to you doing Lily’s makeup.

Logan: He’ll support you big time but holy crap all the attention y’all get overwhelms him so much. If y’all are alone he’ll maybe with some nice playfully forceful convincing let you do his makeup. He won’t wear it the whole day, but you 100% have some photos of him wearing makeup with his hair done.

Taylor: IS ALL FOR YOUR STYLE. I feel like Taylor is the kind of person to be very curious about different kinds of styles and wants to maybe try an outfit for each style. She’ll 100% help you with your makeup and hair and let you do hers. Y’all literally have mini dress up shows where y’all compete to see who can make the better gyaru look in 10 minutes You usually win.

Tyler: Your 100% his polar opposite. You stand out a bunch compared to him and though he’ll support you and stand up for you he sometimes thinks it’s weird as shit and will not hesitate to tell you, but he feels a little bad when you get mad at him. He’ll bring you something you like as an apology. You and Taylor 100% held him down one time and did his makeup and hair. He got so mad and quiet literally freaks out when you snap some photos.

#sbg aiden #sbg tyler #sbg taylor #sbg ben #sbg ashlyn #sbg (webtoon)#sbg x reader #sbg logan #school bus graveyard logan #school bus graveyard #webtoon

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devildom-moss · 2 years ago

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Hello, could you write a scenario for Diavolo and a chubby f!mc who's really shy and self conscious, in which he helps her be more confident, specially in bed. Thank you and have a good day/night!

Thank you for the request. I'm sorry this took way longer than I hoped. But, it is relatively long. I got too into the plot, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I tried.

Diavolo giving chubby f!mc a confidence boost

(Diavolo x f!MC)

(NSFW) (NSFW tags: slightly sub!Diavolo, afab!MC, begging, praise, oral - receiving, multiple orgasm, face riding, overstimulation, mild foodplay why do I keep doing this to him??) (other stuff: plot heavy!, "my love" used on MC, negative body image and low self-esteem, food guilt mentions)

Word Count: +4,300

Diavolo had brought you to another fancy party. One of the nobles from out of town had invited him to a massive resort; they also provided a hotel room for each guest and their plus one – should they decide to bring someone. Diavolo was determined to whisk you away and ensure that you enjoyed your time with him. He even bought you an outfit prior to your trip. It was gorgeous (perhaps because Barbatos and Asmo had assisted him with procuring an outfit complete with accessories). Although the outfit was primarily black, there were hints of your current favorite (chromatic) color in some of the details. Diavolo had put so much thought into this.

So, you were disappointed in yourself when you changed and stared, dejected, into the mirror. Everything fit perfectly, but when you looked at yourself, it felt like maybe you didn’t fit them properly. It was too late to get another outfit, so you would have to stomach (poor wording – you didn’t really want to think about your stomach) walking into the party while feeling like this.

You let out a shaky breath and firmly placed a (figurative) mask on – this, too, fit you perfectly. So much so that Diavolo beamed cluelessly at you when you stepped out of the hotel room.

“You are stunning.” Diavolo grinned and pulled you against him by your hips. His hands were wandering lower than they should have in that hotel hallway, but Barbatos wasn’t there, and you indulged his eager hands while no one was around to see you two. It gave you a moment to stare at him in all his glory. He was so handsome, and his suit accentuated his broad chest and shoulders. You couldn’t admit it to his face, but the thought of getting him out of that suit slipped into your mind and eased some of the anxiety you were feeling.

When Diavolo finally let you out of his grasp, you told him, “You look even more stunning.”

“Impossible!” Diavolo protested. Still, he was happy you liked how he looked. He locked the door behind you and carried his grin all the way downstairs to the venue.

You noticed that Diavolo was turning heads with his presence – which wasn’t surprising. How sad and insignificant you must seem standing next to him. Eventually, he found the host of the party and greeted them. A small circle of nobles – the kind whose centuries of age came out in their mannerisms and ideology – who practically screamed “bitter old man” – surrounded you both.

One of them, who was particularly distasteful already, added to his poor first impression when he whistled at one of the incubus girls at the party. He leaned into Diavolo and said, “What a body on that one. She’s almost as sexy as Maddi. Speaking of Maddi, wasn’t she chasing after you for decades? You get attention from the most gorgeous witches and demons. What’s your secret?”

He had neglected to add humans into the category of gorgeous people Diavolo attracted. Even coming from a disgusting worm of a demon like this guy, it kind of hurt.

“I don’t know if I would say all that, but I definitely attracted a beautiful lover.” Diavolo smiled at you and held your gaze. “I don’t know how I’m this lucky.”

“Certainly.” The worm-demon waved off Diavolo’s affection for you with a single word spewed from his easy-to-mistake-for-the-ass-end-of-the-body mouth. Quite frankly, Diavolo couldn’t stand the guy, either, so he was eager to get you away from there.

Diavolo pulled you deeper into the party. You had only made it into what could be considered the foyer before you had stopped. The main course was in the following room. Well, actually, this party had skipped the main course and gone straight to dessert.

A sweet smell hit your nose seconds before you walked into the room. It wasn’t a cohesive sweetness, but a mixture of them colliding chaotically. Massive tables were lined with a variety of cakes in slices and small shapes – some more ornate than others. The waiters were wandering the room and tables, offering numerous, gorgeous-looking drinks. Beelzebub would love this – although he would ultimately ruin the party with his bottomless appetite. Asmo would be Devilgramming everything. Luke, Simeon, and Barbatos would probably enjoy this, too – although this was hardly a good environment for Luke. Still, this wasn’t what you were expecting.

“What kind of party is this?” you asked Diavolo.

“One of the executives for Madam Scream’s is celebrating a prosperous first half of the fiscal year. They’re showcasing some of the most popular flavors this year. They’re even offering a first look at next season’s new and limited-edition cake options. It was no easy feat to acquire some of the seasonal ingredients in preparation for tonight’s events. I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks, but I wanted to surprise you.”

You could tell from the outpour of information that Diavolo was excited about this. After all, Madam Scream’s success owed a good deal to Diavolo’s hard work to improve the Devildom (and also Beel’s stomach). It was impossible not to stare at him affectionately as he spoke.

“I was told by the host that they’ll be offering indignation cinnamon pudding cake. Apparently, you have pudding cake in the human world. It’s pudding and a cake in one dessert. Isn’t that delightful? We have to try some.”

You nodded. He looked so happy that you couldn’t focus on anything else – not even how you looked.

Diavolo led you to a secluded table off to the corner and encouraged you to sit while he went on a mission to retrieve the cake. Luckily, the awkwardness of sitting alone in a corner in an outfit you weren’t entirely comfortable in was interrupted by a familiar, grating chuckle.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite human.”

“Mephisto – my favorite,” you paused and stood to your feet, “I didn’t think this through.”

Mephisto took your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles playfully. “I suppose you can’t call me your favorite demon while you’re dating the magnificent Lord Diavolo himself.”

“I don’t think you’d let me say that even as a joke,” you teased. Mephisto was one of those people who – once you got to know him – found a way to distract you from whatever you were worrying about. Perhaps because he wasn’t one to sit in silence for long. He always had some conversation starter tucked away in his back pocket.

“I’m a journalist. I can’t just let you lie to my face without fact-checking you.”

“So professional.” You rolled your eyes and pulled out a chair for him, leaving one empty seat for Diavolo between the two of you.

Diavolo returned, and his arms were loaded with different cakes. Mephisto’s eyes widened. “You’re going all in today, my Lord.”

“Absolutely. I’m not passing up an opportunity to try a bunch of cake with my gorgeous lover.” Diavolo placed the cakes on the table with a surprising lack of trouble before he placed a kiss on your cheek. “Have you tried any of the cake yet, Mephisto?”

“Yes, my Lord. The best so far was a Demonus cheesecake. It was coated in a chocolate Demonus glaze – absolutely divine. You could tell they weren’t using the cheap stuff, either.”

“I don’t think I grabbed that one yet. I’ll have to try it, but first,” Diavolo paused to place a forkful of the pudding cake he was so excited about in front of your face, “say ‘ah’ please, my love.”

You complied. Sweetness hit your tongue, and with it, a sharp sting of shame. It was so easy to indulge Diavolo that you were letting him feed you cake in public – right in front of Mephisto, no less. And there was so much cake there. You covered your mouth as you chewed. It felt as if multiple demon nobles were staring at you.

“How is it?” Diavolo asked.

“It’s good,” you answered unenthusiastically.

Diavolo shrugged it off as a personal preference and took a bite for himself. “Good? This is amazing! I must ask Barbatos to try to recreate this back at the castle.”

“Go ahead and eat the rest, then.”

“Are you sure?”

“You looked so happy after that first bite; of course, I’m sure.” Diavolo didn’t hesitate to take another bite. And another.

“MC,” Mephisto chimed in, sliding a light blue cake towards you as Diavolo enjoyed his pudding cake. “Try this one: blue hell rose milk tea tiramisu. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“No, thank you.” You sensed even more judgmental eyes on you.

Diavolo pulled a glossy apple-shaped cake towards him and cut into it with a fork, revealing layers of spiced cake, caramelized apples, and mousse with vanilla bean specks. He brought the cake up to your lips as he had before. This time, you denied him.

“I’m not a fan of apples,” you lied.

Diavolo looked dejected and put the fork down. He grabbed another piece of cake and used the spare fork to bring this one to your lips. “What about this one? It’s black salted caramel cake topped with rainbow toffee bits. Isn’t that whimsical?”

You could hardly hear him through the feeling of demons staring at you. Something just snapped.

“I don’t want the damn cake!” you raised your voice and shot out of your seat. Mephisto and Diavolo stared at you, shocked and concerned. Embarrassed, you apologized and rushed out of the party and back to your and Diavolo’s shared room.

Diavolo stood up to go after you.

“Are you sure you want to leave, too? Maybe you should give her a chance to calm down before you intrude,” Mephisto offered his unsolicited advice.

“I have to go.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No, I have to. She didn’t get the key from me.” Diavolo held out the room key for Mephisto to see and walked away. Before he left the venue, he quickly grabbed a slice of the cheesecake Mephisto had recommended. He spoke to himself: “I’m just going to bring this with me.”

Besides, he was the prince of the Devildom. Even if he wasn’t supposed to take the cake upstairs, who was going to stop him?

Diavolo found you sitting in front of the room with your head buried in your arms. He kneeled down next to you.

“Hey, my love,” he called out before he placed a firm hand on your shoulder, so worried that he’d frighten you if he just touched you without you knowing he was there.

“Can you please just open the door?” you asked without lifting your head. This was so embarrassing.

He unlocked the door, but you didn’t move. You didn’t want to look at him; you must seem so ridiculous. You imagined the confusion and pity in his eyes as he was staring down at you. Maybe he was regretting even bringing you along. He could have gone with anyone else and enjoyed his time and his cake without you being self-conscious and ruining his night.

“You can go back to the party.” Maybe Diavolo could salvage a bit of his night if he left you to sulk and feel bad about yourself from the comfort of your hotel room.

“I did all the mingling I needed to do. I’d like to stay – if you’ll let me.” When you looked up, Diavolo was offering you his free hand. You took his hand, and that was all he needed.

Once the door was shut, Diavolo sat down on the bed, placing his cheesecake on the coffee table nearby. He pat the spot next to him. “MC, what happened? Do you suddenly hate cake?”

“I didn’t want to eat the cake. I know some of those nobles were looking at me. If I ate the cake, they were going to think, ‘oh of course. That’s how she got like that. No wonder she doesn’t have a nice body like that incubus or like Maddi.’ It’s humiliating. And this outfit doesn’t help. I feel so exposed.”

Diavolo’s heart broke. You could see it in his eyes. His face was stern as he told you, “Your body is divine.”

“You have to think that. You already like me.”

“Does my opinion not matter?” He sounded so hurt.

“It does, but it’s not enough to feel confident when I step into a room. And it’s not enough to change my opinion.”

“You know, most demons won’t compliment you because no one would dare admit how gorgeous you are in front of me. Believe me, I’m not the only one who lusts after your body.”

Diavolo kissed your hand – his eyes burning. He kissed up your arm. “Mephisto relayed some of their comments in the past – he actually recorded them because he was too ashamed to repeat them. Would you like to know what they’ve said?”

Diavolo’s hot breath hit your neck, and you shivered. You didn’t believe that any random demon – especially not the types Mephisto typically associated with – would look at you like that. Part of you was curious, but Diavolo refused to wait for your curiosity to get the better of you. He straddled your lap, and leaned over you so he could whisper in your ear.

“‘I would let her crush me with those thighs just to get between them for a minute.’” Diavolo repeated the words of another demon so seductively. He continued with a mischievous smirk, “‘she could try to asphyxiate me with my tail, and I’d still try to smash.’ Even more depraved: ‘I would let her break off my horns and fuck me with them just to eat her out.’”

You shook your head. “Perverts.”

“They are demons after all.” Diavolo pulled back and stared down at you. “I know it won’t fix everything, but let me show you how beautiful you are to me.”

“I don’t know. I have a lot I need to work on before I feel confident.”

“Please?” Diavolo begged. “Please. I want you so bad that I’m having trouble controlling myself.”

The realization hit. The dirty thoughts he had just repeated weren’t unlike the thoughts running through his own head. He started kissing your neck. With a low growl, his hot breath grazed your skin before he slowly sank to his knees and stared up at you, eyes pleading.

“Please, let me make you feel good.” The need in Diavolo’s eyes made the breath catch in your throat. You wanted him almost as much as he craved you – and the firm rubbing of his hands up and down your thighs wasn’t making you any less desperate for him.

“Can we dim the lights at least?” He could at least do you the favor of giving you something to hide behind.

“Please don’t make me. I want to see every inch of you clearly while I do this.” The affection in his voice was thick and heavy. You couldn’t deny him, even if you were nervous. Diavolo kissed up your clothed thighs. Even through the fabric, you could feel the warmth of his breath. Both of his hands squeezed the tops of your thighs. “Can I? Please?”

“Yes,” you agreed, swallowing any hesitation for him.

Diavolo rose and made quick work of stripping you down to your underwear (which had, fortunately for him, been picked out by Asmo). You looked so sexy. Diavolo took a minute to admire you. It made you feel anxious – as if he was appraising you. However, considering how much the sight of you turned him on, this was less appraisal and more awe. A content sigh left his lips before he leaned in, his body pressed against your chest. He quickly unhooked your bra, sliding one strap off your shoulder with his hand and pulling the other one down with his teeth.

Your shyness resurfaced, and you held the bra to your body, creating a larger space between you and Diavolo. He pouted and gently touched your forearm.

“Please don’t hide. I want to see all of your body.”

“Even if they aren’t –”

Diavolo didn’t even let you finish your sentence before his hands were on either side of your face and his lips were on yours. Despite his desperation, Diavolo made an effort to make the kiss gentle and slow. When he pulled away, you were so pacified that he got in the next words. “My love, they’re tits – your tits. I’m going to love them regardless. So, please show me.”

You hesitated, and Diavolo sighed. He removed his jacket and tie, tossing them on the floor, before he started to unbutton his shirt. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

“That’s hardly fair.” You held the fabric closer to your body. Diavolo was gorgeous and built.

“That’s true. You’re so much sexier when you’re shirtless than I am, but if showing you my body distracts you enough to let me see all of you, then I’m happy to feel like your eye candy for a bit. Besides, if you let me continue, I should probably be shirtless anyway. I want to make a mess of you.”

Maybe seeing how muscular Diavolo was didn’t help your self-esteem right now, but between his eagerness and that sexy offer, your horniness was winning. You put your arms down. Diavolo grinned.

“Thank you.” Diavolo repeated his gratitude between kisses down your sternum. He removed the bra completely and tossed it aside. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

Diavolo nuzzled against you briefly before his tongue found one of your nipples. He swirled his tongue around you and sucked gently, savoring every reaction. You were so pretty like this that he could hardly wait to skip to dessert. The shiver up your spine felt contradictory to the heat of his mouth on you. Your hands snaked into his hair, scratching his scalp gently and earning a sweet moan against your skin. Diavolo swirled his tongue around you gently once more before he slowly pulled away. Teasingly, he blew on your saliva coated nipple. The gasp he pulled out of you was intoxicating.

He continued to kiss down your body as he slid back on his knees. As his hands busied themselves by massaging your thighs, Diavolo gently bit some of the fat on your stomach.

“Don’t,” you whined. The pleasure he was giving you still fought with your insecurity. “It’s embarrassing.”

Diavolo stared up at you in confusion, “why?”

“I have rolls, and you biting them only makes me more aware of them.”

“Most people have rolls. I have rolls, too. See, when I lean into you,” Diavolo made a point to get so close between your legs that his lips were practically touching the fabric of your panties as he spoke, “I have them too.”

You could only see them slightly from that angle – not to mention how hard it was to even think straight with his hot breath so close to you.

“I love your body – so much. Can’t you let your adoring boyfriend kiss and bite your stomach a little bit? It’s so cute and soft.” Those sad, pleading eyes had returned.

Damn this man. He could get away with anything. You nodded, and with a smile, Diavolo placed a kiss on your stomach. He then lowered himself back between your legs. As much as he wanted to dig in, he couldn’t resist marking up those thick thighs he adored so much. Occasionally, as he had done before, when Diavolo pulled away from your skin, he would blow on the residual saliva.

With your thighs marked to both of your satisfaction, Diavolo wanted to give you what he knew you were craving. He noticed the wet spot forming on the fabric. Although he wouldn’t admit it to avoid embarrassing you further, Diavolo could even smell your arousal – and it only made him want you more. He looked up at you with those puppy-dog eyes again and begged, “can I, please?”

You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him.

“Tell me what you want from me. You can even be a little bossy about it.” Diavolo smiled shyly. He was so cute, you wanted to indulge him as much as you wanted him to indulge you.

“Eat me out, Diavolo,” you demanded, snaking your hand into his hair and gently tugging his head back so he was staring up at you. A small surge of power and confidence jolted through you.

Diavolo grinned and sighed contentedly. “You are so fucking hot.”

Diavolo used his teeth to drag your panties down to your knees before pulling them off with his hands. You could feel the urgency as they slid down your calves. Diavolo licked his lips – the only sign of admiration his desperate lust would afford him.

Wet noises filled the room as he alternated between gently licking your clit and lapping up your juices – occasionally twisting his tongue into you. He felt so good that you couldn’t resist grinding into him, which only made him chuckle �� sending vibrations against you. He loved knowing that he was making you feel good. Diavolo flicked his tongue over you. Panting, eyes squeezed tight, and nearing your climax, your hands found Diavolo’s hair. You pulled him closer.

“You taste so good. Cum on my tongue, please,” Diavolo begged while licking you. “Use me.”

The waves of pleasure overcame you, and the way Diavolo’s eyes darted up to stare at you – clouded with lust and affection – pushed you over the edge. You fell back against the bed, biting your lip to muffle your moaning.

You expected Diavolo to stop, but he kept going with the same eagerness as before. It wasn’t long before you were writhing. Your back arched off the bed slightly as that attentive tongue of his pushed you into your second orgasm. This time, you couldn’t stifle your moans. Still, Diavolo didn’t stop. You whimpered and pulled on his hair – less gently this time.

“Wait,” you demanded. “It’s too much.”

A low growl emitted from Diavolo’s lips as he reluctantly pulled away. He could have stayed between your legs for hours. His disappointment was short-lived as he remembered something.

“Can you indulge me a bit more?” Diavolo rested his cheek against your thigh and stared up at you. “Pretty please?”

“How so?” You narrowed your eyes.

Diavolo stood up and grabbed the cake. Confused, you watched him lay down in bed on his back and set the plate of cake on his stomach. You weren’t getting it, and when you didn’t move from your spot at the edge of the bed, Diavolo sat up slightly on his elbows, still balancing the cake on his abdomen. He looked at you coyly before admitting, “I want you to sit on my face. Let me eat you out while you eat this cake, please?”

You were worried and hesitant, but he begged so well. No one else could make the prince of the Devildom beg like you.

“Mephisto said it was divine. Just enjoy your dessert while I enjoy mine.”

You really couldn’t deny him. And you weren’t as sensitive as you were a minute ago.

You got up and positioned yourself over Diavolo, nervously. He thanked you and pulled you closer by the thighs, bringing his lips right up to your pussy.

“I want to make you feel good, so don’t you dare hover.” For once, Diavolo was making demands of his own instead of begging you. But with how good his mouth felt, you couldn’t fault him for being pushy.

Somehow, the fork had stayed on the plate with the cake even with Diavolo’s movements. You took a small bite, savoring the taste. This time, when the sweetness hit your tongue, there was no guilt or shame to accompany it. It was all pleasure. Mephisto was right; the cake was delicious. But if he wanted divine, he should try it while getting eaten out. You rolled your hips against Diavolo’s face, and you could feel him smile against you. Gently, Diavolo drew a heart on the side of your thigh, his nail dragging slowly along your skin.

He was being so good to you that you wanted to reward him somehow. You swiped two fingers along the top of the cheesecake, coating your hands in the silky chocolate Demonus glaze. You drew a heart on Diavolo’s abs and leaned over to lick it off him, earning a deep moan that shook you to your core.

You managed another two bites before Diavolo pushed you over the edge again. Your legs were trembling, and you could hardly sit up anymore. Yet again, Diavolo didn’t stop. You were starting to feel overstimulated again.

“Diavolo,” you cautioned him breathlessly.

“Please, just one more?” Diavolo’s sweet pleas reverberated against you.

It felt too good. You couldn’t even lift the fork to your lips to try to eat, so you pushed the cake aside on the bed. As he inched you closer and closer, all you could do was lean over with your chest flush against him. You were so close to the massive bulge in his pants. Maybe you couldn’t even sit up, but you could reward some of Diavolo’s hard work. You rubbed his crotch, feeling how hard he was just from eating you out. His grip on your thighs tightened enthusiastically.

Your moaning hit a fever pitch as Diavolo made you cum once more. With any luck, your neighbors were still down at the party. Left a panting, twitching mess, you barely had the energy to move. While you tried to regain some strength, Diavolo gently licked you clean – sending aftershocks of pleasure up your already spent body. By the time he finished, you could hardly roll over and collapse on the bed next to him.

Pleased with his work, Diavolo chuckled and crawled over you. He kissed you so you could taste yourself on his lips. The taste of the cake was still in your mouth. When Diavolo pulled back he smiled at you. “Somehow, I still prefer your cake to anything else I’ve eaten all night.”

You were too exhausted to roll your eyes. Diavolo laid next to you and held your hand, rubbing circles over your knuckles.

“You are so beautiful.” He caressed your face.

At least for right now, you believed him.

#anon #ask #requests #f!mc #diavolo #spice tier #fem!mc #obey me #diavolo smut #obey me diavolo #diavolo x reader #diavolo x mc #can anyone tell by now how much I love to cook just by how often I include really specific food in my fic #now to see if I can write all of Mammon's june fic at the last minute #Also sorry to complain in the tags but writing smut is so difficult when bad brain kills any horniness you can harvest for a week

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kanekoii · 1 year ago

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hi! :3 FIRST OF ALLLL I just recently found u andWHAT THE HECKYYYY I love love love your fics, THEY ARE AWESOMEEEEE!!!!! Thank u soo much for being one of the BEST writers on Tumblr!!!!! I'm not sure if you currently do requests (if not just ignore this':D)

But could you do an Ike Eveland x gn!reader with a lot of cuddling and hugs

I hope you're currently doing well with all the mini stuff going on!!!!!! Please take care!!!

mika’s notes -> ough i’m still so not used to the amount of support i’ve gotten for my writing :cryign: but feel free to join the silly discord if you wanna be part of the Kanemmunity (i just came up with that rn)

pairing -> ike eveland x gn! reader

genre -> so much sweet fluff it’ll rot your teeth

song -> pink cheeks - eldon (is it obvious yet that i love this song?)

warnings -> sink the yacht, lowercase intended

when the last thing he wants to do is leave your side, dates with ike consist mostly of him just always wrapped around you in one way or another. one arm around your shoulder or waist, maybe holding hands, or it could be his arms around your shoulders resting his head on top of yours and awkwardly toddling around behind you.

ike doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would really enjoy physical affection much, but behind closed doors, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. it’s just how he shows his undying love for you!

before he had expressed his feelings for you, every conversation felt like another step in an endless staircase. at the top of that proverbial staircase was your love and affection, and it really did seem endless until he blurted it out one day without thinking about the possible consequences that might arise from his careless expression of love. making the plan for a date was scary at first, but he came to enjoy just even talking about all the places he’d take you, even if those daydreams never came to fruition.

he’d want to understand the inner workings of your mind, just wanting to know how you think and how different things will make you feel.

and that brings us to now, when you and him were on a simple coffee shop date. the atmosphere was bright, yet tranquil with the warm sunlight shining through the windows. it managed to add to the warm coffee shop and contrasted the brisk and cold air outside perfectly. ike couldn’t help but admire the way you looked as you sipped- or chugged- your drink of choice. everything from your hair, your skin, your eyes, your lips, your clothing, your hands, any accessories you may be wearing. you really were his one and only, after all.

he couldn’t help but get up from his seat and move it next to yours, placing his head on your shoulder as his soft hair tickled your face, his slightly muscular arms wrapped around your body as he smiled gently. you really are his favorite thing in the world, aren’t you?

#lyr.fic #nijien x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #nijien #luxiem #luxiem x reader #luxiem x you #luxiem imagines #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #ike eveland x you

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lousypotatoes · 2 months ago

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Killshot - Seong Gi-hun

"If I wanna stay alive, you should never cross my mind

Yeah, I knew it, I've been through it

If I fall in every time, wicked love will leave me blind

Yeah, I knew it, I've been through it~"

Song Recommendation:

Killshot - Magledena Bay

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Some things you should know before reading!

Since this is Squid Game, obviously this will contain murder and death, and other fun stuff. I don't know if I'm gonna add any smut, but if I do, please know that you are responsible for what you consume on the internet. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please read with caution.

Also, Y/N will be around the same age as Gi-Hun, seven years younger than him. Just had to throw that out there because I don't want people thinking their age gap is huge.

Prologue

The neon haze of Seoul shimmered in puddles of rainwater, broken by the occasional ripple of passing footsteps.

Y/N barely noticed the lights anymore. What once felt like the pulse of the city, the bright signs, the endless noise, had become nothing more than background to the heavy silence in her own mind.

Her stomach was empty, and so was her wallet.

She stepped off the last bus of the night, pulling her coat tighter around herself. Even though it was almost summer, Y/N felt safer in the confines of her coat. It was going to be another long night.

Y/N had lost track of how many times she had done this, getting off the bus after a long day of job hunting, her feet aching, her head throbbing, only to return home with nothing.

It wasn't that she wasn't willing to work. She would take anything at this point. But every job came with the same problem. The moment her past came up, the doors slammed shut.

Her resume didn't help. No college degree, no special skills. Just a long stretch of missing years that she could never explain. A factory job might have taken her if she were stronger. A hostess gig might have worked if she were younger. But she was past the age where men threw money at her just to smile.

Now, they just looked at her like she was used up.

She had tried to make ends meet however she could. Cleaning offices. Selling cheap accessories in a market stall. Temporary jobs that lasted a week before they let her go. It was never enough.

And now, she was drowning in debt.

Rent alone was over 2.4 million won. The electricity bill had been overdue for two months, and the gas company had already sent a final notice. But the worst of it was the loan shark.

But when she lost her last job, she had run out of options. The moneylender had smiled when she walked into his office, flipping through a stack of crisp bills like they meant nothing. She had taken just enough to survive, promising herself she'd pay it back quickly. But the interest had piled up faster than she could keep track. 115 million won. That was just this month. Next month, it would be even worse.

If she didn't pay, she knew what would happen.

The first time she was late, they sent a polite reminder. A simple phone call.

The second time, they sent a man to her apartment. He didn't hurt her, just stood in her doorway, smiling, asking when she planned to pay up. A subtle threat.

She didn't want to know what would happen the third time.

Her apartment was a box, barely big enough for a mattress, a small table, and a rusted sink that leaked whenever she turned the faucet too hard. The walls were thin, and she could hear her neighbor arguing with someone over the phone.

She barely had time to take off her shoes before she heard the knock.

Her stomach twisted.

She knew who it was before she even opened the door.

Her landlady stood outside, arms crossed, eyes sharp and tired all at once.

"You're late again," she said.

"I know," Y/N murmured.

"I've given you enough chances." The woman sighed, glancing down the hall like she didn't want to do this. But she was a landlord, and landlords didn't care about sob stories. "If you don't have it by the end of the week, you're out."

Y/N swallowed hard. "Just give me three more days."

The landlady exhaled, staring at her like she was already gone. "Three days. That's all."

The door shut, leaving Y/N alone in the silence.

She let out a shaky breath and slid down to the floor, pressing her hands against her face.

She had three days.

And no way to come up with the money.

Hunger gnawed at her stomach, but she ignored it. She had one pack of instant ramen left, and she needed to save it. Maybe she'd eat it tomorrow. Maybe the day after.

Lying on the mattress, she stared at the ceiling, her mind racing.

Could she find another job in three days? Doubtful.

Could she ask someone for money? No one she knew had anything to spare.

Could she—

She stopped herself.

Her thoughts had started drifting toward that again.

She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to think of something else. But the memories crept in, uninvited.

She remembered the first time, when she was younger, scared, desperate. She had told herself it would just be for a little while, just until she got back on her feet. But 'a little while' had turned into years.

The men had been faceless back then, just transactions. They didn't care who she was, only what she gave them. And she had given everything, her time, her body, her dignity.

She had left that world behind. She had sworn she'd never go back.

But dignity didn't pay the rent.

And she was running out of choices.

She used to love Seoul. When she was younger, she had dreamed of coming here, of making something of herself. Now, the city just felt like a machine, grinding people down and spitting them out.

She thought of the businessmen in their suits, stepping over the homeless like they were trash. The college girls laughing outside cafés, sipping expensive coffee like life had never touched them.

She wasn't part of that world.

She had never been.

The night stretched on, endless and suffocating.

Eventually, sleep took her. But even in her dreams, there was no escape, just endless corridors of unpaid bills, empty wallets, and doors that never opened.

The ramen barely filled her stomach, but Y/N forced herself to eat it slowly, letting the salty broth linger on her tongue as if that would somehow trick her body into feeling full.

Her apartment was unbearably cold. The gas had been shut off weeks ago, and she couldn't afford a heater. She sat curled on her mattress, wrapped in the thin blanket she had since she was a teenager. The fabric was worn, filled with holes, but it was the only thing she had left that reminded her of a time before life had become a constant struggle.

The knocking came just as she set down the empty bowl.

Not the landlady again.

This was different.

It was louder. Heavier.

A bad feeling coiled in her stomach.

She didn't move. Maybe if she stayed quiet, they'd go away.

The knocking turned into pounding.

"Open up, Y/N"

Y/N's heart stopped.

Kyung-ho.

The loan shark. The man who had given her that "loan" when she was desperate, and now, he was coming to collect.

She froze for a moment, the cold sweat creeping down the back of her neck. She could feel her pulse pounding in her throat.

She moved toward the door, slow, each step feeling like it took longer than the last. As she reached the handle, the knocking turned to pounding, vicious and unrelenting.

"Open up, Y/N." Kyung-ho's voice was calm, but there was an edge to it now. The patience was gone.

She hesitated for only a second, her fingers gripping the handle so tightly her knuckles turned white. When she opened the door, the moment she saw his face, she knew it was too late to beg for mercy.

His smile was cold, stretched thin. There was nothing warm about it.

Behind him were two men. Big. Unfamiliar. Their presence alone made the small room feel suffocating, their massive frames filling the doorway, blocking her escape.

"You've got a lot of nerve, Y/N," Kyung-ho said, stepping inside like he owned the place. His shoes clicked against the floor as he moved past her, his eyes scanning the dingy, cramped apartment. "I thought you understood how this works by now."

"I—I just need a little more time," Y/N stammered, trying to steady her voice, but the words came out thin, weak. She could feel her hands shaking at her sides, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

Kyung-ho chuckled, the sound cold and mocking. He turned to the larger man, nodding toward the small table in the corner. "Take a look around. It's pathetic, isn't it?"

Y/N's heart raced. "Please, just give me a little more time," she begged, her voice cracking.

The other man stepped forward, a mountain of muscle, and grabbed Y/N by the wrist, his grip so tight it felt like he might crush her bones. Without warning, he slammed her against the wall, the sharp impact knocking the breath from her chest.

Kyung-ho watched, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You think we're stupid? That we don't know you're running out of time?" He stepped closer, looming over her. "You've been promising for weeks, and now look at you. You can't even pay the smallest of debts. You're useless, Y/N."

Y/N's pulse was a drumbeat in her ears as she struggled to breathe, her back throbbing from the impact. She tried to pull away, but the man's hand held her firm, his grip like a vice.

Kyung-ho reached into his jacket and pulled out a small knife. He held it up casually, spinning it between his fingers, his gaze never leaving her face. "This is your last warning, Y/N. You know what happens when people like you don't pay up."

She stared at the blade, fear flooding her chest. She had seen the bruises on people who had crossed him before. She had seen what happened when people didn't honor their debts.

Kyung-ho took a step closer, the knife held loosely in his hand, like a toy. "Next time, we won't just break your things. We'll break you."

With a sudden move, he grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look up at him. His fingers dug into her skin, cold and merciless. "You think you can hide in this little hole of an apartment and just pretend everything's fine? No, Y/N. People like you don't get to hide."

The two men stepped closer, looming over her like predators closing in. One of them grabbed her arm again, twisting it painfully behind her back as she gasped.

"Get out," she croaked, but her voice was barely above a whisper.

Kyung-ho leaned in, his breath hot on her neck. "You're lucky I'm feeling rather nice today. I'll be back in three months. That's plenty of enough time to get my money. And if I don't see my money... well, I'll make sure you regret it."

He slammed his hand into the wall beside her head, making her flinch, before stepping back with a satisfied grin.

The man holding her arm shoved her forward, sending her crashing to the floor. She lay there for a moment, gasping for breath, too terrified to move.

Kyung-ho's voice echoed in her ears as the door slammed shut behind them. "Three months. Get the money, or we'll be back."

For a long moment, Y/N didn't move. She stayed on the floor, her body aching, her mind spinning. She could still feel the cold press of the knife against her skin, the bruising grip of the man's hands, the weight of Kyung-ho's words pressing down on her.

She had three months.

And in three months, everything could end.

sighhh i love writing

lets me channel my inner diva

two uploads in one day baby im on a roll

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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#character x reader #squid game #squid game season 1 #squid game x reader #seong gi hun #gi hun x reader #cho sang woo #ali abdul #kang sae byeok #oh il-nam #the frontman #player 456

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niittinaatti · 1 month ago

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Niiverse: Yue's family & other relations

I continue my attempts at putting all my old ass ocs in the @loominggaia universe, this time with Yue’s old family. They lived in the 5100s or so and most of them are dead now of course.

Yue as a kid. She’s around a preteen or young teen here, and already taller than her mother, wowie. She never was very social, just spent a lot of her time dicking around the woods and doing magic on bugs and animals. She even got arrested a few times for getting caught engaging in animal cruelty which is pretty serious in Mogdir. I think she had some degree of selective mutism and actually couldn’t talk to people in many situations and often just got violent instead (she got better with that as an adult but still doesn’t talk much, especially to people she doesn't know or like). Didn’t have a very good relationship with her parents, they were too sad or pissed half the time. Yue didn’t actively bully Curlinita, but would hit or zap her if she got slightly in her way so they didn’t really get along either.

Goria: Yue and Curlinita’s mummy (since they’re Mogdiri they talk like bri’sh) who worked in a hair salon. Sad most of the time and sometimes hit her kids with a hairbrush but that’s not considered very serious around here at this time. Nicer than their dad though. Died falling in a river when the kids were young teens

Zepio: The dad, a red elf who escaped from Damijana because it was too damn dark and crowded. How did he do it? Well you see he RAN VERY FAST, HE’S FAST AS FUCK BOI yeeah I might be running out of reasonable backstory juice. Anyway he was more pissed than sad and pulled his kids from the hair if they were too loud. He liked casting little curses on people if he felt they deserved it, and this is very important: He put a curse on both Yue and Curlinita's entire bloodline where whenever they wear clothing or accessories that have a face, the face sometimes changes, mostly according to the wearer's mood but sometimes totally opposite. Why did he do this? Well I guess he got tired of everyone in the family always being sad or pissed, himself included.

He made dinner sauce once a week and if someone in the family annoyed him during the week he’d add a little chili powder to the sauce and many weeks it was so spicy that he was the only one who could eat it. Yeah he wasn’t a very nice guy but he did care about his family and all

Curlinita: Yue’s little sister. Didn’t like her family much as you can probably guess. Pretty goffik and angsty, liked making little spooky dolls and sometimes burning them. The cut on her cheek is from when Yue had a bad day once and stabbed her for going in her room. Well later Yue would get cut on her cheek herself by some big clawed bug so I guess that’s karma.

Curlinita didn’t get the fire resistance gene which is unfortunate because one time her evil ex Sirius tried to kill her by blowing her up with magic and she got pretty severe burns and lost a leg and eye. She wore a stupid pirate eyepatch that barely even covered anything specifically because she thought the skull changing faces because of the curse was funny. That plasma ball axe staff thing may not be very practical but it is cool. Could do some sick galemancy. Anyway she eventually died from drinking too much wine

Perkoill and Sirius: Perkoill was Curlinita’s hippie husband and Sirius was his sister and Curly’s evil ex. They broke up because Sirius got angry and jealous whenever Curlinita slightly interacted with someone else. Of course Sirius got very pissed about her dating her idiot brother who failed magic school and can only turn stuff into frogs and play his jouhikko or whatever similar they have while Sirius graduated from big fancy impressive kaboom school. So she tried to murder Curlinita with fiery explosion magic but Curly survived and Perkoill turned Sirius into a frog and squished her and they lived happily efter after.

Btw Sirius always wore those gloves because she got so powerful that she had a tendency to set things on fire or blow stuff up by accident so she used them to be careful. The gloves stay on during sex but come off during murder

Wysteria: Curlinita and Perkoill’s daughter who was pretty gloomy and lonery because that runs in the family at this point. She was an archivist and didn’t like being around people or loud stuff, mostly just organized and read stuff. Had a husband named Cluster who was also mostly like that, and a couple of kids. Anyway, Curlinita was pretty estranged from Yue but Wysteria reconnected with her eventually because she liked family tree studying and made sure her descendants had contacts to her. It’s been working out so far, though some lines of the family have escaped a little and have no idea where the clothing curse comes from.

Beetles: Yue’s husband around the time Wysteria had found her. He was a demon because why would Yue marry a person like a normie. They got married in Unseelie because I imagine that’s possible at least somewhere there. Anyway he was pretty dizzy and clumsy, he was born from a sirene and grew up mostly underwater, and never quite got used to living on land and walking on legs or flying. Broke one horn and got a little scar on his forehead from hitting his head on the bed while having sex which of course made him a gillion times hotter to yue. He was really into bugs for some reason and often came along with Yue to look at and touch the bugs while she took stuff to make monsters. (No he didn’t have a bug fetish he just thought they were neat) Of course Yue didn’t have time to fuck him every day so she let him feed on others of course. And he was surprisingly good with kids and Wysteria sometimes let him babysit hers. They were pretty happy until one day he got too old and suddenly burned to death :(

Okay maybe he had a slight bug fetish

youtube

Also

Ohto and Ignatius are also Curlinita's descendants because I guess all the grumpy elves are related, but their side of the family doesn't have much interaction with Yue and have no idea where the clothing curse came from. Strata & Helena and Ster's sides do know, Casio probably didn’t.

The curse also applies to Yue’s monsters if they ever wear clothes, though most of them don’t, and any other way the cursed create life. One time for the lulzies, Yue intentionally got impregnated and killed by a skorpius just to go back to her kid and force him to wear a smiley shirt. Instantly got killed again, but the skorpius couldn’t take the shirt off with his claws and went fighting in it so it's all worth it. He went on to make more skorpius, so now a fraction of the skorpius in the world are slightly cursed and will never know because they don’t wear clothes.

Yeah and I guess Cresti and Valerie are Sirius’ descendants because I might as well make all my elf ocs related. Idk where Josefrollop and Vindia go

Bonus

I drew these a while ago but I don’t think i posted them here. I had this old manga drawing instruction book and tried to draw my ocs in some of the cool poses. They look a little silly

I accidentally drew Maleena’s nose wrong here so I’ll say that in-universe she drew this herself and gave herself a cool manga nose because she thinks that her nose looks too silly hahah

#looming gaia #my bad drawings #the lg niiverse #Youtube

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awkwardtickleetoo · 2 years ago

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Lee!George Week Day 3 - In Game

day 3 everyone!! give it up for day 3!!

and again big shoutout mushie for putting all this together!! you can find the prompts here, and if you want to participate make sure to use the tag "mushie's lee!george week" when you post <3

lee!george, ler!dreamXD, 3.3k words

enjoy!!

George stretched his arms above his head, letting out a groan as he tossed his head back and arched his back against the wooden chair he was sitting in. He pushed further until he felt the stretch in his lower back and his shoulders, then he let out a content sigh and dropped his arms to rest against his head as he relaxed his spine once again. As he did this, he heard a whooshing of air outside his home, and then the door was swinging open and an 8 foot tall God was ducking his way through the frame.

"George!" The God's booming voice echoed through the room, and George looked up at the source of the voice– DreamXD.

"XD!" George returned XD's urgent tone, widening his eyes and leaning forward as XD quickly stepped towards him.

"Look what I found!" XD exclaimed happily, the echo on their voice increasing with their excitement. They cleared their throat, getting their voice back under control, before presenting an item from behind their back with one set of their hands. "Look!"

"…A feather?" George asked in confusion, reaching out and grabbing it when XD nodded wildly and held it forward for him to take. He ran his fingertips over the edges, twisting it between his pointer finger and thumb as he examined it. It was pretty decently sized, and almost all white except for the gray quill and few gray barbs scattered around it. It was quite beautiful, if George was being honest– soft the whole way down and fluffier near the bottom of the quill. "Why do you have this?" George asked with a small laugh, enamored by XD's incredible giddiness over such a simple object.

"I don't– I don't really know. I saw it on the ground as I was on my way over, and I picked it up because I thought it was pretty, and it was so soft! So I wanted to show it to you." George smiled up at XD as he explained, looking back down at the feather after they finished.

"It is pretty! I'm glad you thought of me to show it to, thank you," George expressed his appreciation simply, looking back up at XD as he continued tapping the feather against his fingers.

"What do… normal people use feathers for, anyway?" XD asked curiously, tilting his head to the side, and George could tell that if he couls see their eyebrows through their mask that they would be furrowed. "Gods don't have many uses for them, truthfully. Sometimes we use them for decorations or embellishments, but… not too much aside from that."

"Umm… Lots of things, I guess?" George wracked his brain for as many uses for the item as he could think of. "A lot of people use them for crafts and things like that, to make, like arrows and stuff. Or decorations, like you said, people use them for decorations too… oh! Some people use them for fashion as well, they can be used as accessories or put on items of clothing to add more flair to it… they also used to be used for ink quills too, before pens existed… but, honestly, a lot of people just do what you did, we see them on the ground and go 'oh, cool!' and take them just for fun," George finished his explanation, and XD hummed in thought and nodded along.

"Hm… that's very interesting."

"Yeah! They are pretty cool…" George mused over the feather, twisting it one last time before an idea popped into his head. "People also use it to do this, though." George stretched his arm as high up as he could manage, thankful that XD was leaning over slightly so he was able to swipe the tip of the feather over the side of the God's neck.

XD flinched immediately, squealing and jerking two hands up to slap over the side of his neck to hide it from George's reach. George giggled, dropping his arm down to the table, happy with the reaction he was given.

"What on Earth was that?" XD asked in shock. He stood up straight, eyes wide, rubbing the tingly feeling away and grabbing the feather from George with their bottom set of hands so he wouldn't try it again. George giggled, dropping his arm down to the table, happy with the reaction he was given

"The feather. Duh," George said, as if it was obvious, as he grabbed the near-empty soup bowl that was still sitting in front of him on the table and stood up, walking over to the sink on the opposite side of the room to place it inside.

"Why did it feel like that?" XD questioned further, as George flicked on the faucet and adjusted the water temperature. XD walked over to him, leaning their thigh against the counter.

"It tickled, XD. People use feathers for tickling." George still kept up his know-it-all attitude, his eyes never leaving the sink.

After a few seconds of silence, George felt a sudden swipe of something soft against the back of his neck, and he nearly collapsed on the ground. He whipped around to the side and shot his hands up in defense, flinging drops of water all over XD's robes, the kitchen counter, and his own neck and the collar of his shirt. He looked at XD in disbelief for a moment, before turning the faucet off and grabbing a hand towel.

"Don't do that!" He playfully scolded, hitting XD softly in the stomach with the towel before lightly pressing the fabric to their chest to get rid of the remaining water droplets. He followed suit with the collar of his own shirt and the side of his neck that were still dripping with water, before drying off his hands.

"I want to use it on you, though," XD explained without hesitation, stepping closer to George.

"Wh- no! Absolutely not!" George protested, taking a step back and holding the towel in front of his chest as he tensed up.

"Why not? I want to see how it works!" XD stepped closer again, causing George to step back even further, until his back hit the counter and he braced himself against it.

"You've seen! Now leave me alone!" George lauched himself away from the counter, walking back over to the table. He pushed in the chair he was sitting in earlier, going to turn around to walk to the couch but pausing when XD was standing barely a foot behind him. "XD! Stop it!" The God chuckled, and George turned again and walked around the table, taking the long way to the couch. He plopped down, bringing his knee up to his chest and attempting to reach for the book he kept on the side table to read, however he was stopped once again by XD curling one arm around George's shoulders, pulling him into their chest before George had the chance to protest. "XD, stop! Let go!" He tried to wiggle out of the strong grip the other had on him, leaning forward to try to sit up, but it all proved to be useless. The God simply had too much strength and height on George for him to even think of getting away. XD giggled again, obviously still giddy from his lasting excitement and even more obviously entertained by George's reactions.

"No! I want to see what this does to you."

"XD, no! No, nono– nahaha dohohon't!" George immediately scrunched up, bursting into giggles when XD ran the tip of the feather over the back of his neck. He squirmed like his life depended on it, shaking his head wildly, pulling at XD's arm with one hand and shielding the back of his neck with the other. "Stohop, stop, dohon't!"

"Nope," XD said simply, laughing softly again when George whined at the response. They switched their position slightly, curling one leg up on the couch behind George and scooting closer to him so either other leg kept him boxed in on the couch. Their bottom two arms wrapped around George's waist, one hand settling on his side and the other wrangling up both of his wrists and holding them down so they could pin both arms to George's sides. George whined again, pushing against the hold and trying to curl his arms up over XD's, but just like before, it proved to be useless. XD kept up the soft tickles against his neck, sliding the feather over the sides of his neck as well.

"Hehey– nohohoho!" George continued to shake his head in an attempt to throw XD off him, but all XD did was move the arm around George's shoulders up higher, curling his fingers around George's chin and holding his head in place. "NOHO! Nohohooooo, noho, XD, don't!"

"I have to! You're being a squirmy little worm, and I have something to test out, this is the easiest way to remedy both of those issues," XD explained, his smile widening as he heard George squeal when he moved the feather over the shell of his ear and the spot just underneath it.

"Nohohot thehehere!" George complained through bright giggles, squirming as much as he was able to in his trapped state. He curled one arm around to rest his hand over XD's, and the other hand reached out to rest on his own thigh and squeeze the fabric of his pants every so often as XD moved the feather.

"Aww, but there is so cute!" XD teased, earning another broken whine from George.

"Ehehex Deeheeee…"

"Okay, okay, fine. I'll leave this spot alone for now," XD conceded with a roll of their eyes behind the mask, playfully poking the tip of the feather into the side of George's ear just to watch the way he flinched violently away from it.

"Hey!"

"Sorry," XD said with a giggle. "It's just funny how hard you jump when I do that."

"You're such an idiot."

"I know." And with that, XD shifted his hand slightly further back on George's jaw to tilt his head back slightly, before gently dragging the tip over George's cheeks and down to slide the edges underneath his chin. George's nose scrunched up instantly, his smile widening and his eyes squeezing shut as he giggled freely.

"Ehehehex Dehehee! S-stohop! Nohohohot thahahat, plehease!" George whined again, his shoulders relaxing despite his complaints, and XD kept giggling along with him right next to his ear, which was not helping the redness that was spreading very quickly across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

"But Georgiiiiiieee…" XD mocked George's whining, squeezing him a little tighter in their arms. "You're just too adorable for me to stop!"

"C'mohon, plehehehease–" XD could tell that George was genuinely embarrassed. That spot always got him extremely flustered, and XD couldn't imagine that the tool or the way he was held and forced to endure the embarrassing spot were helping at all. He decided to take pity, pulling both the feather and his hand away from George's jaw, but not before another playful poke with the tip of the feather– this time right under his nose, to watch him jump and scrunch his face up again. "Stop doing thahat!"

"Your nose twitches like a little bunny, it's so cute. Look!" XD did it again, laughing as George repeated the reaction but doubled this time, and their grip had loosened enough around George's arms that he managed to pull one hand up to cover his nose and mouth so XD couldn't try a third time. "See? You're just too cute."

"Shut up, idiot," George said, rolling his eyes. XD gently grabbed George's hand that was rubbing at his nose, pinching his wrist between two fingers and pulling it back down to his side, but he didn't pin it this time. Instead, he wrapped the two fingers around George's wrist, placed his hand palm-up against his own leg, and began to drag the feather up and down the inside of his arm. "No! No, nohohoho, XD plehehease, don't doho thihis!"

"Too late." XD focused the feather near George's upper arm, gliding across his tricep and making his back arch as he tossed his head back onto XD's shoulder.

"Nahahahaha!" George's giggles became higher pitched than XD had heard them in a very long time, and his leg that was still resting on the floor next to XD's bounced up and down rapidly to expel some of the ticklish energy. XD moved the feather down to twirl in circles around the tiny freckle on the inside of George's elbow, and he let out a choked noise, before the high pitched laughter and squirming continued. "Plehehehease, it's so bahahad! I cahahan's tahake ihit thehehere!"

"Alright, alright, relax, you big baby. You'll be fine," XD dismissed George's concerns, but still let the feather swipe up and down his inner forearm a few times before moving to where he planned to be the last spot. They slid their hand up George's arm, wrapping all of his fingers around George's forearm this time, and he trailed the tip of the feather over George's wrist and attempted to migrate over to his palm.

"NOHO!" George squealed, closing his hand into a tight fist so XD couldn't wiggle the feather there. XD simply used another hand to pull George's fingers back and hold them open, lacing his fingers with them and tightening his grip enough to keep both George's palm and the spaces between his fingers exposed. "NO! Noho, XD, plehease, don't, you know how this is, yohohou- you know you can't do this, c'mon, you can't do thihis!" George pleaded, shaking his head and trying to look back at XD to get them to have mercy. His kitten eyed approach didn't work, as XD simply placed their chin on top of George's head and continued their plan. George tried to pull away, straightening his back as much as possible and yanking at his hand, but it was, infuriating, once again useless. He whined and groaned as he kept pulling, watching helplessly as XD readjusted his hold on the feather and let it touch down over his palm.

"You're so squirmy, it's adorable," XD said at the same time as the feather touched George's skin, and he smiled as George's hand immediately tensed in his hold and his bubbly giggles started up again.

"Shuhuhut uhuhup! Oh myhy gohohoood…" George whined, turning his head to hide his face as much as he could manage. He brought his other hand up to cover his face as well, but XD didn't let this stop him.

"Hmm… no, I think I'm good!" XD said with a small kiss to George's head, resting his lips there where his mouth peeked out from underneath the mask. George hummed slightly at the affection, still giggling and squirming like his life depended on it, and XD decided that would be the perfect time to enact the actual finale.

The God squeezed George's fingers tighter, making sure they were secure in place and George couldn't move his hand at all, and then he stuck the feather between each one of George's fingers, dragging it up and down and circling it around to hit every open centimeter of skin, until he was satisfied enough to move to the next gap.

George's laughter kicked up another notch, still staying at the same high pitch but becoming louder and significantly more raspy. His squirming kicked up as well, and he was pressing back against XD's chest, tensing his free hand up so his arm was pinned to his side and he could shake his hand around in front of him like XD noticed he always did when something tickled exceptionally bad. His bouncing leg tensed up as well, curling up to join the other one on the couch, meaning all of his limbs were curled in except the arm that was still stuck pinned straight out on XD's knee, which did nothing but infuriate George further. He felt completely helpless, unable to push the much larger God away in any capacity, forced to sit through anything and everything XD had planned for him or uselessly beg for them to stop… which usually didn't work anyway.

"Okahahahay! Okahay, plehehease! Thahat's ENOHOUGH, XD– that's enohohough, stohohop ihit, plehehease!" George finally resorted to the aforementioned begging, shaking his head under XD's chin and tilting his head back to once again try to look up at him. Luckily, XD looked down at him as well, and he was able to give him the big, pleading, kitten-like eyes that he had hoped he'd be able to give, even with the bright smile and scrunchy nose still permanently stuck to his face. The God tilted his head, kissing George's forehead and switching the feather to the last gap between the mortal's fingers. George gasped and let out more giggles, barely able to hold eye contact with XD before his smile caused his eyes to shut again.

"Aww, really? You're really done?"

"Yehehehes! Plehease, plehehease!" George whined further, nodding along with his words. His fingers twitched in XD's hold, the tips of them curling around the back of XD's hand as he tried desperately to pull away.

"Alright, fine. I suppose you've been through enough." George let out a sigh of relief when XD finally, finally, pulled the feather away and dropped it on the pillow behind him, out of reach. He let go of George's hand, and George scratched it back instantly, wringing his hands together and rubbing the tingles off his palm and between his fingers. He breathed heavily, leftover giggles still spilling out as he caught his breath, and he slumped against XD's chest.

"That… was insufferable…" George complained after a few minutes of recovery, making the God laugh loudly behind him. He giggled as well, smiling widely when he felt the rumbling of XD's laughter through his chest against his back.

"Yeah, I'm sure it was," XD agreed as he shuffled around. They wrapped their top set of arms around George's waist, slipping the bottom set under his legs to turn him to the side and set him down softly on their lap. George giggled as he was maneuvered, covering his mouth to hide his giggles as the pinkness returned to his cheeks. He hid his face in XD's neck when he was properly situated, however he relaxed again when one of XD's hands around his waist pushed further forward to rub up and down his back soothingly. He sighed, relaxing into the touch, before XD spoke again. "Thank you for letting me do that. I know it's hard for you, but I really didn't know what would happen, and when you did it to me, I just… really needed to see how it would make you react."

"Yeah, yeah, shut up, I get it," George waved his hand dismissively, making them both chuckle. "But it's okay. I can already tell you're gonna want me to try it out on you, so… let's get some rest in before I absolutely destroy you with it as well."

"Wh- what? George, I…" XD stuttered over his words, unable to form a proper response. George chuckled when he felt XD's arms tense around his body. "That's not– you don't have to– I don't–"

"Shhhh, it's okay, Gentle Giant," George soothed, using a classic nickname that was reserved specifically for the two of them, making XD relax again as he visibly softened at being called it. "Plus… you never figured out you can use the other end, too…"

XD attempted to ask what George meant, for him to clarify, what would happen with the other end, George, please explain, what do you mean, but George simply shushed him and told him he was sleepy and cuddled into him further. Eventually, XD would find out, but for now, he had an armful of a sleepy George who had every intention of keeping the God on his toes until he decided it was time to get his revenge.

#lee!george #ler!dreamxd #mushies lee!george week #cals writing

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itwasthereaminuteago · 1 year ago

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This was the start of a request for a Hydra agent reader making Clint Barton into the Winter Soldier from @thoughtfulmilkshakeface. And well me being me I kinda wanted reader to have a weird kind of sexual shared masochism thing going on with Rumlow.

I started a while ago and I just honestly lost motivation for writing anything and there's lots of Life stuff going on right now so I thought I'd share what I wrote anyway 😌

Apologies for the spacing, Tumblr does that when I paste from Google docs for some reason.

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Warnings: torture (not too graphic), sadism, flirting.

At the morning briefing all the agents of that shift are handed out their assignments. It's a pretty routine kind of day and you rise as soon as Rumlow dismisses the room. “Alright that's it for now, fall out.”

You start to leave with the others but Rumlow catches you at the door, his voice like gravel stopping you in your tracks.

“Not you, Agent. Stay behind.”

You feel a light sweat breaking at your temples. You had no idea what he might want with you, what's this was about. You were top of your unit, shadowing ‘fellow’ shield agents when you were first joined, keeping a watchful eye on goings on reporting back to your Hydra superiors, and recently you had been given the responsibility of training new recruits, and you were damn good at it. You commanded respect but weren't an asshole about it. Rumlow, on the other hand, was 95% asshole. You would never admit to yourself what the other five percent was but now you couldn't ignore the sudden heat flaring low in your belly as he effortlessly pushed the door closed and leaned back on the desk folding his thickly muscled arms, effectively blocking your exit. The room suddenly felt a lot smaller with just the two of you in it.

“I've been talking with Pierce about you.” He begins, and you make a conscious effort to steady your shaky nerves.

“Good things, I hope, sir?” You reply, trying not to swallow your tongue.

“Oh yeah, only the good stuff.” Rumlow assures you, his dark gaze openly raking up and down the entire length of your body making you feel naked.

“Your dedication hasn't gone unnoticed, y'know.” He adds, and you feel a little glow of pride creeping in.

“In fact, I think you deserve a reward for your loyalty to the cause.” Rumlow smirks as he pushes off the desk and looms over you, and you're unable to stop the way your heart starts pounding hard.

“How would you like a pet, Agent?” He asks, and you're suddenly confused and thrown, wondering where the hell this is actually leading.

“Uh, ‘pet’, sir?”

“C'mon,” he beckons, tilting his head toward the door. “Fall in and follow me.”

You wind your way down to the lower levels of the compound, where you knew the cells were along with various other rooms that you didn't have authorisation to access. Rumlow stops outside of the thick vault door all the way at the end of the corridor where he swipes his key card, enters the code and turns the huge wheel to open it.

Lab-coated staff give him a nod as he enters and you keep on following past banks of equipment and computers until you reach double doors into a room that has safe deposit boxes all the way around the walls. There is a chair that looks like it came from a dental surgery in the middle, and sitting in it restrained by thick leather straps is a man. A man you recognise instantly.

“Barton.” You whisper under your breath, taking in the array of monitoring equipment and seriously terrifying looking headset secured around his temples.

“He's been wiped, but he's still not compliant… yet. How'd you like to break an Avenger, Agent?”

Rumlow grins as he notices the way your eyes light up at the prospect. He leads you into a nearby storeroom and explains this is where they keep the ‘toys’ that could be used during breakdowns which were carried out in the adjacent, windowless room. Your fingers twitch at your sides as you survey the wall of various weapons and accessories of all shapes and sizes, sharp and blunt, that could be used to assist in the creation of a loyal Asset.

“So, do I even need to ask if you're interested?” Rumlow jokes, and you nod, still partly spacing out at the dizzying array of torturous devices in front of you.

“Yeah, I mean, yes sir, I am very interested, thank you.”

He smirks. “You can thank me later. I'll clear your access to the vault, meet you back here in a few hours to lay down the basics, get you started, but you can pretty much do whatever the fuck you want with him. Just don't kill him.” He roars with laughter and you can't help the small smile that pulls at the corners of your lips.

You were being trusted with an Asset. This could be fun.

You eye Barton as he stands in front of you in the training room. It's purposely cold and you note the shivering and his goosefleshed skin. He's not afraid to meet your stare, his own still somewhat defiant despite the torrent of mental and physical abuse he must have already been subjected to.

“Any particular reason he's naked?” you enquire, absently biting at your thumb.

Rumlow raises a brow. He's still twirling the baton he brought in. “Ain't everythin’ more fun when you're naked?”

He walks slowly around behind Barton, or soon to be known as Hydra's latest Asset. “Why don't you give him an order.”

Multiple possibilities scan through your mind but it's probably best to keep it simple.

“Kneel.” You command.

Barton doesn't move.

“She said kneel!” Rumlow growls as he thumps him in the back of the knee joints with the metal baton and Barton drops to the floor in front of you like a stone with a grunt.

“Ah see? Just needed a little encouragement.”

Together you bind him in the manacles which hang from the middle of the ceiling, having taken out the leather padding to make the metal cuffs more uncomfortable and cut into his wrists. You string him up until he's barely standing on the balls of his feet, struggling to find balance. You take a deep breath and let the slender tail of the whip that you selected run slowly through your hand between your thumb and forefinger, before bringing your arm back and letting it snap across the bare, unmarked skin of Barton's back with an unforgiving hiss. He groans low as you repeat the motion, and every time you do, a sliver of pleasure ripples its way up the length of your spine as a new bright thin line of red appears on the canvas of his shivering skin.

“You think…” Barton gasps, “you can make me work for your shitty cult with pain?” he laughs despite the wash of blood trickling from his wounds.

You leave the whip on the floor for now, and circle him slowly as would a predatory beast, Barton's eyes widening just slightly as you reach to pull out something tucked into the back of your belt. “No, not just pain…” you tell him, dragging the tip of the thick, black silicone dildo along the line of his jaw before forcefully pushing it between his lips. He clenches his jaw shut, snarling, refusing to submit until you produce your knife from your thigh holster and bore the sharp tip of it between his lower ribs, sliding the toy further and deeper into his mouth while he lets out muffled groans around its girth. You smirk, thinking about where to put it next.

You see Rumlow raise a brow out of the corner of your eye. “Looks like you've more than got the hang of it, Agent. Think I'll leave you two alone for a while.” He says with a wicked smile, leaving you to your task.

Later that night, you feel wired. Dreams thick and rich with the taste of blood and the feel of your fingers digging into fresh, slick cuts. Hearing the cries, the begging, the screaming echoing through your mind. You toss and turn in your sheets for around an hour before admitting to yourself that you're not gonna be able to get to sleep, instead slinging on a vest and pants and heading down to the gym.

Thankfully and not surprisingly it's empty. You wrap your hands, warm up and soon start laying into the bag to release your excess energy. It's not long after that you hear the door swish open.

“Figured you'd be here, kid.”

You release another flurry of hits from your fists to the bag. “Can't sleep.”

He hums knowingly. “Yeah, it's a real trip, ain't it? That high, that buzz, it never gets any less y’know.”

“It doesn't?”

“Why d'ya think I'm down here?”

You meet his whiskey coloured eyes. They look as dark and hungry as you imagine yours to be.

“You wanna go a few rounds, maybe I can help scratch that itch for ya?” Rumlow's slightly suggestive tone slinks into your ears and coils low in your belly.

You're not sure you could say no even if you wanted to. You respect him, he's a powerful and impressive fighter, and-

“Sure.” you reply without thinking any further, walking towards the mat where he's casually pumping out a bunch of pushups, the sinewy muscles in his arms very much drawing your attention.

You shortly start to circle, sizing each other up, trying to anticipate when the other would strike.

“You did good today. You're a natural.” He tells you, testing you with a couple of quick jabs.

You swiftly step and duck to the side dodging his punches and hit back first with a jab which he blocks then a hook to his ribs that he grins at. You lash out again and this time he grabs hold of your forearm, twisting it up behind your back. You kick your foot to his shin and as he moves his leg to regain his stance you spin and duck around him and wrench out of the hold.

“just one thing I'm wonderin’...” he drawls, moving around to the right side of you. “See, for some of us that type of work, it's fun, a little bonus, y'know? But for the others… “

You block and counter his succession of kicks but he turns quick and hits you with a hard knee to the stomach that knocks the air from your lungs and makes you stumble back to the wall. “well the others… they get off on that shit.”

You don't get a chance to push back, his large form giving no way out as he crowds you to the wall, as you pant and gasp for breath.

“I ain't gotta guess which one you are.” Rumlow husks, and you feel heat flood your face as he holds you in place with his forearm braced across the top of your chest, pressing hard into your throat making your chest rise and fall rapidly as you try to take in air.

When he lets you go you find yourself missing the pressure as he lifts away with a slight chuckle.

“Get some rest. I wanna see you bright n’early tomorrow, agent.”

“Sir.” You nod sharply, as you try to compose yourself, regain your breath, and fail miserably to rein in the myriad of inappropriate thoughts flashing through your mind about all the ways your commander could order you around.

#gn!reader x brock rumlow #clint barton as an asset #hydra reader #winter soldier au #hydra agent reader

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justalittleobsessed · 9 months ago

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Mike and Mikey's Guide on How to Take the Fashion World by Storm

Mike (@justalittleobsessed) takes the idea of fashion week very seriously. That includes dressing others up. And Mikey (@spacemimz) seems to be first on that list. It's okay though. Mike has a plan. Mike has a vision.

Mike and Mikey from Cabin 15 are gonna slay this fashion week, that's for sure.

Part 2 in "The Adventures of Mike and Mikey"

<- Part 1 | Part 3 ->

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

Mike ran towards Mikey at breakneck speed– propelled by his excitement upon the announcement of the new event. “Mikey! My fellow turtle in orange! I have amazing news.” He skids to a stop next to the part-Kraang turtle, stopping to catch his breath.

He doesn’t think he’s ever sprinted that fast across camp before. But who can blame him when he gets amazing news such as this? They can’t. They absolutely can’t. This is his time to shine. This is their time to shine. He’s gonna make Mikey look absolutely stunning, and then after that the rest of his cabin, and after that Cabin 14, and then once he does all of that he’s gonna put on the best fashion show this random dimension camp thingy has ever seen.

The other turtle chirps in response, looking towards Mike with interest. “My eight year old self is screaming right now, Mikey. Screaming.” He jumps up and down, clapping his hands. “I was in the mess hall, right? And I’m just doing my thing, vibing, socializing, the works… when BAM! I looked at the announcement board and there was a new event. An update. And what was that update? A fashion show! This is all I’ve ever wanted in life. My chance to be a fashion designer is front and center.”

Plopping down next to his friend he gave his most blinding smile, throwing down a bag between them. Mikey eyed it suspiciously. Mike didn’t let that deter him. “So my first step into becoming the ultimate fashionista is to dress you up.” Mikey only frowned harder, then shook his head. “Don’t worry dude! I got ya all covered. I know clothes are hard but we’re gonna work it out, okay? So! Let’s start with colors.”

He dumps out the bag of clothing, not elaborating on where he got it. It… doesn’t matter. What does matter is fashion.

“I’m assuming orange.” He begins, putting all of the orange clothes into one pile, “A bomb color choice by the way. But other colors. Like any? Want any? Just point at them and I’ll add it to our selection.”

Mikey chirped and tilted his head to the side. He eyed the clothes and accessories Mike had brought.

Mike was still grinning as he watched his friend examine the pile. I am so gonna make a fashion statement, he thought. That's when he felt a slimy tap on his arm. Looking back at his friend, he could decipher why.

Mikey had found a gorgeous light blue scarf. The sparkles in the kraang turtle's eyes were almost blinding. "Oh! Oh yeah we have to take this scarf, that's beautiful. Great choice buddy,” Mike praised. That got to Mikey, the praise made him wag his tail and actually get excited for the fashion show.

Score one for Michelangelo: Elite Fashion Designer!

Not long after Mikey had added a deep purple tulle skirt and red bow to their fashion collection. Mike could see why he chose those colors. Exactly why. Putting his hand to his chin, the fashionista thought how he could integrate all these colors into a bomb outfit and what jewelry would go along with it.

Speaking of jewelry, Mikey was frozen by the shining choices before him. It overwhelmed his turtle brain so he just grabbed the whole pile. Mike snickered at Mikey’s eagerness for shiny things. It was an all too real feeling. “Now, we can't take all of that. It needs to fit the vibe my dude! Here how about we focus on the stuff with gems in it? For extra sparkles.” Mikey chirped happily in response. More sparkles sounded good.

More sparkles were always good. Now, he just needed to make sure they were in the right amount in the right places to perfectly capture Mikey’s vibes.

He hummed, taking in all the pieces laid out before them. “Let’s start with getting those main pieces on you. I need to see the outfit before we can complete the whole look, ya know?” He hands the younger turtle the skirt, turning around to grab the red bow. “Get that skirt on, Mikey ‘cause I got plans for this bow.”

When he turned around, Mikey was just finishing putting on his skirt. It looked awesome. The color just worked on the other turtle. Matching not only the orange but well. But the pink too. He smiled, excited.

Reaching forward, Mike took the bow and pinned it to the front of Mikey’s skirt. On the top right side the red ribbon took its place. It looked good. It looked dare he say… great even. “Ok, so you slay.” He begins, gently taking the scarf from Mikey. The other turtle chirped happily at Mike’s approval. He felt his heart swell. This is why he decided to get into fashion. He unrolled the scarf, examining the silky material. “Idea: this scarf is big.” He holds it in front of the other turtle, contemplating. “So, I’m thinking no shirt. Jacket. Anything like that. Seems a little hard. BUT!” He continues when Mikey’s face drops slightly. “Your scarf has given me inspiration. How about a wrap? A sash? It won’t sit uncomfortably on the alien side. It fills up more space. Ya with me? Then. Then. Orange jewelry for highlights! Maybe green? Hm. I think I need to see more of the outfit before I decide.”

He fiddles with the scarf for a minute in concentration, then moves towards his friend. He’s got it down with this sash idea. Mike doesn’t know what the… Kraang part of Mikey feels like, but it can’t be good. Adding something on top of that – a shirt or scarf for example – seems like it’d do more harm than good.

Mike doesn’t want that. He wants Mikey to enjoy being dressed up for fashion week. Honestly, he just wants Mikey to enjoy camp in general. He may not be able to talk, but he knows his younger friend is generally not having a good time.

Anything that Mike can do to make his friend have fun and enjoy this random camp dimension he’ll do. For however long they’re here. Mike’s determined.

Finishing the wrap with a tight bow in the back, he can totally tell he had the right idea here. Mikey is killing it. Hah. “Mikey, I have to be honest with you.” Mikey looks at him curiously, although his body language screams nervous. “You… look… absolutely stunning! And we haven’t even added the jewelry yet.”

Mikey chirped, face lighting up. Yes, score!

“Speaking of jewelry, we gotta pick some things from your pile here, dude!” Mike started digging through the pile, looking for the best of the best. “Hmmm bracelets?” He muttered to himself, picking out a few or the more flashier pieces. Grabbing three of them, he held the pieces of jewelry out to Mikey. “Which one?” Mikey started scanning the pieces, looking at them intently. Finally he stopped, then tapped all three of them. “Ooooo I’m liking the idea, Mikey. As a matter of fact, I’m loving it!” He puts all three orange bracelets on Mikey’s non-Kraangified hand, and then while he still has it, grabs a sparkly orange and green ring, and slips that on too.

He steps back one more time, looking at the finished outfit. Perfect. “Ah yes, I think the jewelry added a certain… je ne sais quoi to the outfit, don’t you?” He grabs a mirror that he had also snatched from the bottom of the bag, holding it up in front of his younger friend.

Mikey leaned closer to it, looking this way and that. Then Mike stepped back more so Mikey could see his whole body in the reflection, and the younger turtle’s face broke into a smile, bouncing up and down happily.

“You like it?” Mikey nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, me too!” He sets down the mirror, before grabbing his phone out and taking pictures of Mikey. After he’s done, he leans in and takes a selfie of the two of them, smiles matching each other. “First fashion venture a success! Now I think it’s time to show camp just how awesome you look!”

Grabbing Mikey’s hand and picking up the rest of the clothes and jewelry he had grabbed, Mike pulled Mikey along, excited to have fun with his younger friend. Excited that Mikey is enjoying this just as much as him.

Yeah, this fashion event is going great.

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