#and then he fucks off. too much paperwork king?

[ebitenpura]

darth "I hope every sith dies and goes to hell" jadus my beloved

[realcube]

dilf december

day fifteen ⭑ kenma kuzome ⭑ want you here tonight

tw : nsfw minors dni, cybersex, f!masterbation, orgasm denial, daddy kink and "kitten"

your boyfriend only exists online.

of course, you've met him in-person before. several times. in fact, you were laying in his cali king-sized bed right now, drowning in the fluffy sheets. but it seems like he always escapes you — jetting off to different countries on last-minute business trips. you weren't even entirely sure where he was right now, all you knew was he was somewhere in asia to accept an reward related to company growth.

currently, for you, it was the middle of the day. though it was a bit dark and gloomy outside, so it felt much later. hence, you were wrapped up snug in kenma's bed, basking in the warmth his covers provided. meanwhile, it was the middle of the night where ever he was; that's the only reason he was able to find time to talk to you over video-call.

his camera was propped up on his desk, so you got a nice view of him as he tapped away on his laptop — unsure whether he was working on important paperwork or just playing video games. his hotel room was dark, and only light source was the computer screen in front of him, harshly illuminating his sharp features.

his narrow eyes darted over the screen, hardly sparing you a glance. still, you'd push your tits up to the camera for your own amusement, admiring your own reflection in the small section in the corner of your mobile phone. you pouted your lips, impressed with how effortless you look, "it's been so lonely here without you. having a big bed is pointless without someone to share it with." you whine, dramatically spreading your arm out across the length of the mattress.

" 'm sorry, babe, but this award is a big deal." his voice is soft yet he speaks in such a dull, uncaring manner. you can detect the sweetness below the surface, however. "i had to fly out and accept it in-person."

"i know.." you sigh, losing yourself and averting your gaze to the side, longingly. it was quite the impressive little charade: you were never really too bothered by kenma visiting other countries and leaving you in his mansion by yourself — the solitude was enjoyable —but you would always pretended to be in utter turmoil over how much you miss him because you know it strokes his ego.

"don't be upset.." he murmured, eyes finally pried off his computer screen, to notice the discontented act you were putting on. "i hate seeing you unhappy."

"hm.." you pout, angling the camera away from your face but still focussed enough so he could see you wiping invisible tears from your eyes.

kenma frowns, and slumps back in his chair, crossing his arms, "c'mon, baby, i'm right here." he tries to reason, between your fake sniffs and quiet sobs, "show daddy those pretty tits, hm?"

wordlessly, you turn your head away from the camera with a dramatic flip of your hair. but, as requested, you lower the camera and pull down the neck of your tank-top in order to free your tits. despite being engulfed by his toasty sheets, your nipples were still stiff upon sudden exposure to the chilly air in the room.

kenma smirks, leaning forward and admiring the view for a moment, before subtly returning his attention to the work on his screen. but not without humming your praises first, "fuck, i've been missing my girls so bad." his chest visibly heaves as he takes laboured breathes, "have you been missing daddy, angel?"

you nod, and as expected, he bluntly rasps in response, "show me."

without further instruction, you kick your sweatpants off, followed by your lacey black panties. sat pretty in the centre of the bed, you spread your legs and place the camera down between them, pointed directly at your sopping pussy, which was leaking arsousal onto his pristine white sheets,

"so wet and filthy.." he mused, only sparing you a glimpse while working. though brief, in that time he was still able to appraise your cunt and it turned him on to see how horny he made you. since he was quite a bit older, he worried that maybe you don't perceive him to be as attractive as he considers you. but seeing with his own eyes how wet he could get you was nice reassurance that he's still hot.

to you, it seemed as though he was clearly more focussed on his work than on you — but that is only because you couldn't see the lewd thoughts clouding his mind. however, it truly turned you on, to be overlooked even while you were fully on display for him. having to claw and beg for male attention was something you weren't used to, so it was certainly a new and erotic experience.

"can i finger myself, daddy?" you whine, hand already roaming down between your thighs and kneading at your plush skin impatiently.

"sure." he muttered, attempting to focus on his computer, "but don't cum. i'm going to do that to you when i get home, okay?"

before he even managed to finish his question, you were already two knuckles-deep into your pussy, moaning wildly and spasming around your own fingers. though you weren't especially fast or dexterous, any stimulation — even amateur — was enough to satisfy your hungry pussy, which yearned for your boyfriend's expert touch, but ultimately would settle for any attention at all.

your walls sucked and gnawed on your own two fingers, making obscenely wet noises as they did so, which not only echoed through the bedroom you were in, but the hotel room kenma was in too. additionally, he got an earful for your loud, staggered moans, which admittedly has his erection aboslutely throbbing in his trousers, but he was experienced in hiding his arousal.

"don't get too carried away, kitten. you're not allowed to cum yet."

[darkbluekies]

Let's say darling got a phone and had tiktok, how would the yanderes react if darling did the 'can you babysit my boyfriend/girlfriend?' Trend? :)

Lol i usually don't have the ideas to make these types of sillier reactions, but funnily enough I did yoday. I am not familiar with the trend and i couldn't find anything when searching so i'm guessing it is the "can you watch my boyfriend while I * do something*"

Warnings: mentions of pulling nails out with pliers

This is the first time exploring MODERN Edmund, so I don't know much about him yet, please excuse that

Silas:

He would probably be sitting by his desk, working. When you plop down the phone in front of him with the front camera pointing towards him, he would frown and look at you with an intense jealousy.

"Who are you filming this for? Who are watching your videos? Y/N? Get back here and tell me what the hell you are posting online and what kind of creeps are watching my wife/husband!"

Dr Kry:

He's sitting by his desk in his home office and filing some paperwork. He frowns in confusion and looks at you as you walk out. He turns off the recording in an instant.

"You have to excuse me, darling, but I don't want to be the punchline in your joke."

(Modern) King Edmund:

He has taken you on his private yacht to get away from all the cameras and attention directed onto you both — you especially, for some reason. You put your phone down in front of him as he takes in the sun on deck and walk away.

"What the fuck? Where did you get a phone from? Whoever gave it to you is dead."

Jerry:

She's eating a hamburger bigger than her face, trying her best not to spill too much sauce on herself. When you've placed the phone down in front of her and said to your "audience" to babysit her, she scoffs.

"What the fuck? Of course you had to do it when I have sauce all over my fucking face. Oh, now that we're here I can take the opportunity to make sure that you're not contacting anyone. If I find anything i don't like, babe, I'm pulling your nails out with pliers."

Hedwig:

She's putting on makeup in her bathroom as you come to put the phone by her and walk away. She looks after you, pouting, thinking that you had wanted to come in to hug her. She will take the phone and feel her heart sink. Since when did you have a following? Who are watching you?

"Y/N ... who are following you on this account? It's not many ... right? Can't we have a couples account? That way we can see what the other is ... doing. And people will know that we are together!"

[ventique18]

Random thought

I just know 🐉 would copy Cater's signature spell to create an autonomous body double whose only purpose is to work. Just so his paperwork would still get done while he fucks off with you to some country or another. He'd also make a copy of you, of course, but that one's kinda brain dead and does nothing but read cheesy novels beside his double or crochet animal amigurumi or some other shit.

For some reason, the people in the castle never catch on. They don't really bother him while he works, so they just glance at the body double in admiration because it never even stands up to drink water or go to the restroom. They just conclude that their king is an actual god who doesn't need to eat, sleep, or piss. They knew it; the Draconias really were gods.

But Silver and Sebek know, of course. They know him more than anyone, and they know you too. So they also know that you love each other very much and you deserve all the alone time together that you could afford. So they pretend that nothing's wrong.

But they can't help their minds from wandering sometimes though...

If your body doubles were somehow able to... Make love. And reproduce. What would be of their child? Would that be considered a royal heir? What complications could come of such an odd conflict? Could they somehow overthrow the real ones and snatch the throne for themselves?

For everyone's sake... They just hope their lord made sure not to give the doubles reproductive organs.

[latenightdaydreams]

Oh my g I literally love your late night walk fic SOOO MUCH PLEASSe can we have part two of konig fucking the reader senseless PLEASED 🙏🙏

Of course!!🥰

Late Night Walk Part2 (fem)

MDNI🔞

Part1

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, oral, p in v

2.1k word count

Tag list: @deffnotstarguys, @er3nslovergirl, @eevee-of-eternity, @daemondoll

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Later that day König is sitting in his office finishing up the mindless paperwork they keep pushing on his desk. Stressed and ready to go back to his room, he hears a knock on his door.

“Komm rein!” He leans back in his chair and looks towards the door, expecting to see someone with more paperwork.

But you walk through the door. With a playful little smirk on your lips. His eyes glued to you and how you walk through his office. You sit in front of him and avoid eye contact.

“Hallo Liebling.�� König is pretty sure he knows why you’re here.

“Hello Colonel,” your voice makes it clear how nervous you are.

“Just call me König for now, we are both off duty.” No matter how relaxed the situation, König would never let a subordinate speak casually to him, but he wants you to know that you’re more than just a recruit to him.

“König,” you can help but to smirk as his name leaves your lips. “I came because…of what you said…earlier.”

König smiles under his mask, feeling excited that you really did come to him for sex. “Ja? Are you wanting to… come spend the night?” König crosses one leg over the other making it appear as if he is relaxed when in reality his heart is pounding and he’s already forming a chub.

“Yes…if that’s okay.” You look in his eyes but feel like your face is hot and desperately want to look away, but you want to appear confident.

“Okay. Let’s go.” König stands, towering over you as he reaches forward to turn off the lamp at his desk.

You both get up and walk to the door, he turns the lights off and locks his office door behind him before gesturing at you to follow him.

You both walk across base. König tries to slow his stride so he doesn’t leave you behind, but you don’t mind the view of his broad back and ass. The way he walked with such a confident swagger added to the attraction.

König was too nervous to say anything or look over at you so he just kept walking, eager to get you into his bed. Once in the hall for his quarters, his heart really picked up pace. He gets to his door and takes out his keys to open it. Inside it is simple but a lot bigger than your room. He has a king size bed since he is such a massive man. The room has a simple wooden desk and wooden dresser. Photos of him with his squad and his achievements near the desk.

You walk in and look around, taking everything in. You feel König’s hands rest on your hips as he brings your body to press against his. You begin to feel too bashful to even look at him as you relax and lean your body back on his.

“Tell me what you want, Häschen.” König’s voice was low and sensual.

“You.”

König smiles underneath his mask. He isn’t used to women, especially not ones as beautiful as you, desiring him so forwardly. He moves his hand up to his mask to lift it slightly, brushing your hair aside with the other hand as he leans down to kiss the soft skin on your neck.

You let out a shaky breath and lean your head to the side, allowing him more room to kiss you. His lips are soft and warm, leaving a wet trail behind each kiss. His free hand moves to your shoulders and down to your breast, squeezing it lightly. You can feel his erection growing, but too shy to reach behind you for it. He’s your Colonel after all and you feel the rank still carries into this moment.

Slowly, König moves his hand down to your waist and begins to pull at your tucked in shirt, both of you still in uniform, he pulls the tight black shirt up and quickly moves his hand under. He takes his time feeling the soft skin on your abdomen, small goosebumps covering you. Moving his hand up closer to the wire of your bra, he slips his hand underneath. Your breast feels so warm and soft in his hand. He moves his fingers around until he finds your nipple and begins to play with it between two fingers.

Your moans grow and encourage him to keep going. König lightly bites your neck before pulling his head away and letting his mask drop. He moves his hand from your breast to the small of your back, guiding you to the bed. He begins to pull your shirt off, his eyes dropping down to your breast, looking at how beautiful they look resting in your bra. He moves to take his own shirt off.

“Take your hair down.”

You reach behind your head to pull your hair out of your ponytail, fixing your hair as your eyes explore his chest. He is solid, covered in scars with a small happy trail of blonde hair. His hands move to his belt and you begin to undo yours as well. The both of you look in anticipation as you both pull your pants down.

You both stand in your underwear facing each other, König’s mask still on. He walks towards you, his hands wrapping around your waist as he looks down at you. Moving his hands up slowly he unhooks your bra, looking down at your breasts as they become exposed.

“Beautiful…” He whispers.

Getting on his knees before you he pulls down your underwear as he lifts his mask slightly and kisses your breasts, his tongue flicking your nipples. His finger gently touches back and forth from your clit through your folds, slowly getting wet as he touches you.

Feeling a rush of pleasure spread over you, you spread your legs a little more for him. He moves his hand further and stuck a finger into your tight hole. Your eyes close, your hand going to the back of his head and caressing the fabric of his mask as you let out gentle moans. His one finger felt the same as three of your own.

“You feel so tight Häschen.” König’s voice is almost unrecognizable as it drips with desire.

He withdraws his finger and stands. His boner is hard to ignore as it strains the fabric of his blue boxer briefs, a small spot of precum obvious. He reaches out for your hand and brings you to the bed.

“Do you suck cock?” He asks very directly.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Gut.”

He pulls your arm gently and lays you on the bed. He pulls off his underwear completely and joins you.

You lean forward and grab his cock on your hands and begin to stroke him, he lets out a soft grunt as he begins to rub your pussy. You move your face closer to his cock, smelling his natural musk and you couldn’t help but to love it.

You move your hand as he moves his body to lay his body the opposite way of yours on the bed, laying sideways. You move your body to match his. Your hand goes back to his cock and begins to stroke it again. You lean forward and lip the tip of his cock before backing away.

“Don’t be shy.” König brushes some of your hair away and gently guides your mouth to his cock.

You open your mouth and your lips wrap around him. König lets out a soft moan as he feels the wet warmth of you sucking the tip of his cock. He grabs one of your legs and pulls it to him, resting it over his shoulders, his head in between your thighs. He pulls off his mask and begins to kiss your pussy before burying his face into it. Moaning on his cock, you feel König’s hands squeeze your ass.

His lips wrap around your labia and he pulls his mouth back with a pop, “Du schmeckst so süß.” He says before going back to lick your clit. His hands begin to caress your ass before lightly spanking you.

Legs trembling as König devours your pussy, your mouth stretched around his cock. You bob your head quickly, one hand holding his balls and playing with them. König lets out a soft moan as he pulls his head back. If you keep sucking his cock like this he will cum before he is ready to.

Gently he pulls away from you. You look into his eyes realizing that you’re seeing his face. Trying not to stare, you look down at his body.  He notices your eyes shift.

“It’s okay to see me, just keep it a secret, please.”

“I will.” You look back up at his face. He is handsome in a rugged way. Your heart beating out of your chest, you feel as if you just feel in love.

König can’t help but to smile at the dreamy look in your eyes. He moves to the edge of the bed and stands. Motioning you over he says, “Get on all fours.”

You crawl to be in front of him before turning, facing your ass to him. He kisses your ass checks, spanking them lightly. Standing up right he grasps his cock, one hand on your ass to guide you to him. He begins to push his cock into you slowly. Letting groans of pleasure as he feels your tight cunt wrap around him.

“Oh, fuck.” He whispers to himself as he pushes himself inch by inch. He looks down and watches your gummy walls stretch to accept him.

You moan out loudly as he fills you completely, your back arching and body leaning forward. He doesn’t let you try to get away. He grabs both of your arms and holds both of your small wrists in one of his large hands. His other hand reaching out and twisting in your hair, grabbing it and pulling your head back. You let out a small gasp as he does.

He begins to fuck you hard, his hips bucking forward rapidly. Your ass ripples as he pounds into you.

“Please fuck me harder!” You moan out as he pulls your hair harder. Your pussy tingles with pleasure with each thrust, his balls slapping your clit hard.

“You sure?”

“Yes, please ruin me!” You beg pathetically.

Your begging drives him crazy as he pulls your hair back more, his body slightly hunched over. The sound of skin slapping on skin fills his room as you feel so overwhelmed with pleasure your mouth opens but no sound comes out. Squirming as he fucks you relentlessly. Soft moans fall from König’s lips as he feels his balls tighten from the pleasure.

König puts one leg on the bed, letting go of your arms and pushing your head down into the bedsheets. He begins to pull back farther and slamming his cock into you and you begin to let out loud groans with every thrust in.

“I’m- I’m, oh god!” You begin to orgasm, your body shaking under him as he doesn’t stop. He spanks your ass so hard he leaves a mark.

“Ja, good girl, cum for König.” His words send shivers down your spine. He looks down and sees your creamy white arousal covering his cock.

“Where do you want my cum?”

“Please cum inside me.” You beg him.

“Okay,” König is aware he shouldn’t be cumming deep inside of a recruits pussy, but he can’t control himself.

“Tell me you want it.” He spanks your ass again.

“Please, cum in me, please. I need your cum!” You cry out.

He pulls your head back by your hair again as his cock throbs inside of you. “Oh- oh ja…y/n.” König moans as he cums.

Breathing heavy he lingers a little bit, letting go of your hair as he falls forward onto the bed. He gently pulls out and lays on the bed beside you. You look over at him and pay attention to his side profile. His aquiline nose and strong jawline, he’s so beautiful to you.

König turns his head to see you staring at him, he smiles and a small blush forms on his cheeks. “Am I what you expected?” He turns his body and faces you, reaching one hand out and caressing the curve of your soft body.

“You’re even better.”

“Sex or my face?” He chuckles.

“Both.”

Both of you laugh and he pulls you closer to him. His hands caressing you all over, leaving small kisses on the top of your head and side of your face.

“I’ll uh, get you plan B tomorrow morning?”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.”

“So…you’ll stay the night with me?” His eyes are glued to yours.

“Of course.”

His confident cocky façade is gone and all that’s left is soft, awkward, and shy König. He knows that he shouldn’t allow himself to get close to you, a younger recruit, but he just can’t help himself.

[on-the-clear-blue]

Champion and King Pt1

(Since yall seemed to want this...)

Danny didn't know why he was doing this, didn't know why he agreed to try this for Clockwork...

He cursed the day he defeated Pariah Dark, that great petty bastard cursed him with something much worse than a missing limb or death.

Motherfucking paperwork

And centuries of it, sure there was some meager efforts done by the Ancients over the years but at some point they just stopped.

And now he was stuck behind a desk reading mind-numbing legal jargon trying to figure out what exactly the Observants wanted him to do, the most he was able to comprehend was they wanted support for an increase of dead from leprosy...from 800 BC.

He slapped it with his decline seal and moved onto the next, another plea for more funding by Walker, accepted and pushed to another bin.

Read, Stamp, put in Bin.

That was his life now.

He had become the lamest office worker whenever he wasn't at school or sleeping, he hadn't seen Sam or Tucker in what felt like years...

His eyes skipped over lines of text, sighing as he let the paper drop, his ink stained fingers rubbed at his eyes, yawning as he did.

Stretching back in his chair, Danny stared up at the ceiling of his office, feeling some calm come over his tired mind, his ceiling was covered with stars on pitch black, his eyes could pick out constellations known and unknown, one (and maybe only benefit) of being the Ghost King was that he had full access to all of the ghosts in the Realms, others who looked up to the stars and felt hope.

Watching the stars twinkle for another minute, Danny groaned before looking back to the piles and piles of paperwork, only pausing as there was a bright pink postit note stuck on the paper that he had recently tried to read.

It was both a welcome distraction and a troublesome thing, picking it up, Danny's eyes narrowed as he read.

'Dear King Daniel, I hope this note finds you well, a pressing matter has come to fruition that need your attention. Come to my tower, I wish to speak to you.'

Grumbling, the teen stood, wincing at the creak of his bones as he stretched, he is barely over 14! Why does he have a worse back then his father!

---

Floating through the purple door of the clock tower, Danny looked around for his supposed mentor.

Letting out a grunt as he was tackled from behind, the teen glared at the pint sized Clockwork grinning evilly up at him, "Sup Unc, took you long enough, were you in Ohio? That's totally not skibidi rizz my guy, never Ohio max Danny, it would destroy the time stream."

How is this the same person thst sent that flowery worded message from before? Simple, it was an older Clock Work, as his body cycles through ages, so does his words and how they are used...sadly.

Rolling the young Clock Work off himself, Danny glared for a moment before sighing, "if you brought me here just to sprout brain rot I am calling Technus and making him ban your accounts..."

The small Clock Work glared at Danny for a moment before shifting to a more mature form, "Truely if my excited form is too much for you I fear for the other citizens of the realm." Not letting Danny defend himself the now man steam rolled on, "But that matters not as of now, for I must instruct you on another Kingly duty that you have yet to do."

Danny sucked in a breath and tried to stop the growl that wanted to come out, he would save it for his office and his mountains of paperwork, "Another? I am already drowning in paperwork! I am this close to helping Vlad get my mom just so he teaches me the duplication trick he does!" Pacing the teen dragged his hands down his face, "I am barely in the 800s BC! Undergrowth doesn't need to help save a certain flower that can only be found on one island because it fucking sunk and became Atlantis! Did you know that's how I found out it was real? Fucking Atlantis is real and I found out through paperwork!"

As he ranted Danny gripped at his hair, tugging at it as he continued "I can't even process that because I have Walker up my ass, every second paper is him asking for more funding! Why does he need more ecto? He only has 5 inmates at a time?"

Clockwork o lyrics crossed his arms, watching as Danny raved onward, after he hit the five minute mark, Clock Work grabbed the teen by his shoulders and shook him lightly, "Daniel this will not be anything like the paper work, will you kindly cease speaking and let me tell you what it is?"

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Billy yawned and decided that today would be a good day, it wasn't really anything that was about this morning that was unnormally good or nice, but Billy couldn't shake the feeling it was going to be great!

Stretching, as he shucked off his sleeping bag, the teen rolled off his sleeping pad and fumbled for his phone, a small rinky dink flip phone he had gotten with prepaid minutes.

Yawning again as he checked on the time, he nodded, he would be able to stop by the shelter in an hour to get breakfast, he could thr pop behind the general store to see if Mister Mathew had anything he needed help with/ was throwing out.

Shuffling around his makeshift area, Billy packed up his things, slotting them into an old military backpack he had been able to snag out of a dumpster, it only had a few holes! Practically brand new for a homeless kid.

Checking over his League communicator, he made sure that the world didn't end while he was sleeping, and set off for the day, humming a tune as he walked through the abandoned subways under his city.

Coming out to one of the less abandoned places, he waved at some of the kinder homeless population, he had been on the streets longer than most, but for some reason a lot of them still treated him like he was fresh out of a foster home.

Taking a deep breath as he came up into the light of day, Billy hummed, a smile on his face as he set to do his morning rounds.

---

Okay so it seemed like the day was purposely trying to make Billy get in a bad mood, the shelter denied him entry since they were full up, which is fine, he has protein bars in his backpack.

Then it seemed like Mister Mathew forgot to tell his new hire about their little deal so he got cussed out and chased off, which is again, is fine, he will try again later when he knows for sure that Mister Mathew is actually there.

No, what was the serious thing that was trying to make him have a bad day was the twenty story tall tentacles that were whipping around trying to destroy the better part of down town Fawcett city.

"Oh shiz...am heh." Shaking his head from his own little pun, the teen ran into a near by alley, did a once over to make sure there wasn't any unexpected viewers, and then called out the old wizards name, "Shizam!"

Lighting tore through the sky and slammed into his chest, in a flash of light Billy Batson, homeless 14 year old was gone, and where he stood was Captain Marvel, Champion of Magic.

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He didn't do it on purpose, Danny swears mentally as he flew out of reach of the dark whip like tentacle, he still wasn't used to traveling by the Ring of Rage and well...his portaling wasn't as good as it probably should be...

Sending a blast of ecto at what he could only assume to be a being outside of his comprehension, Danny sneered at it "Oy grippy face! Leave the people alone! I brought you here dammit! Fight me you sad sack of calamari!"

Grinning as his taunts got him a feral grumbling and black ichor bubbling at what he could only assume a mouth was? He didn't really care as he focused on freezing the tentacle that missed him, stopping it before it could slam into a near by building.

But before Danny could attack the beast, he froze, his dead heart suddenly pounding in his ears.

After the portal accident, Danny instinctively had a sense about electricity, he could practically taste it when there was a high voltage.

And right now? His mouth was like an ozone ocean, his arm burned once again along the lines of his Lichtenberg scar, and with a boom that rattled Danny's core and left stars flying around his vision, a bolt of white lightning shot from a figure flying not to far away towards the great tentacle beast, making it squeal in pain.

But Danny was still frozen, eyes wide and hands shaking, as another bolt of brilliant white shot out from the being, a man in a scarlet suit, a snow white cape fluttering behind him, and a golden lightning built across his chest.

Danny was not going to have fun this fight isn't he?

[r0-boat]

I'm stuck in a heat wave and don't handle it well, but I keep thinking about how Beel and Bael would love it. Like I'm imagining just using my smell to lure beel back to the castle to give Bael a break lol

Afjdfjk

This is funny! Also I definitely feel you. It is hot as fuck were I live

Let me tell you-

WHB!Beelzebub & BAEL X gn!S/O in a heatwave

The rare times Beel is genuinely at the palace. Of course it's a pain to get him to do work but if he is in your facility when you smell oh so delectable it is worth the suffering. But he is not the only one struggling to do work.

Bael can barely do his own work. You're scent distracting him. He's not like his best friend. He won't immediately jump you the first chance he gets, but damn, is it tempting. Even as you fan yourself with the papers in your hand, it does nothing but stop Your delicious scent from reaching his sensitive devil nose. Other devils could probably smell you, too, but Bael & Beel an even keener sense of smell. Yeah, perfumes are nice but also a little too much, and plus, they prefer your natural scent. Even if you think you smell gross, they will highly disagree.

Bael is trying to sneak glances at you, trying to fight his lust for you. Beel isn't even trying; he's almost completely given up on paperwork wanting you in his lap, sitting on his totally not hard cock.. and you already hating the heat is pushing away a pouty Beel because the one thing you do not need is body heat.

Bael is done... He wants you so bad. And it's not fair that Beel (the actual king) is indulging in you while he's trying to get work done. Fuck work he can do that later.

Bael pounces on you, two hot ass demons holding you down, staring at you with hungry eyes. Beelzebub rolling his tongue, tasting your sweet and salty skin. Complaining for the demons, take it off you because it's so hot in here. Which Bael shoots back, "If you're so hot, then why don't you just take off your clothes?" You forget that he is still, in fact, a devil, no matter his more reliable and professional personality. Beelzebub agrees wholeheartedly with his best friend, almost shocked that he had it in him, But is very welcome to this change.

[sparkly-sediment]

Tf2 Mercs Weedequitte

Asks are open my little giggle biscuits!

Scout

He hands that joint back WET

Slobber dripping off the sides, the tips cold when you go to take a puff, and you can see the corner of his mouth glisten

If Scout ever got high he would have munchies and get scared. He would have to go outside and walk around, maybe even hug a tree for comfort

Coughing and gagging in the most annoying way possible. Like that one cat picture with its protruding tongue and watery eyes void of complex thought

Scout couldn’t handle a bong. Just couldn’t. Stick to a cold can of bang! He might try to make a bong outta a bang can, but he won’t figure it out

Soldier

Do not give him weed.

Do not give him anything.

Dont give him any drug hes insane nuts bonkers and, yes, even bananas

He took acid once by mistake. Ended up in Europe a year after the war ended

Soldier is borderline on a good day but king will spiral into a drug induced psychosis. There will be bugs, skin, and a whole lot of paperwork for Medic

Wouldn’t even smoke he’s a total fucking narc too

Says devils lettuce

Demoman

Uses every weed euphemism known to man

Mary J is his fav. Kush, grass, gas, doubie, all of them

Approaches Sniper while the poor bastard making his trek between camper and civilization. Demo does an insinuating chuckle and says, ‘let’s make love to that wee lass Mary J’

Sniper starts running

He prefers drinking but this guy smoked some grass back in the day. Doesn’t fuck around and can pass a blunt without falling out

In half baked, Demo is the guy who gets munchies and accidentally kills the horse

Will smoke with Sniper and always provides what he can or hits a curtesy role, but he doesn’t pursue weed much and if snipes didn’t share, probably wouldn’t smoke

It does help the pain from his missing eye!

Pyro

One time, he got wild.

Pyro burned down an entire pot grow and was absolutely spazzing off that za rolling his way down the mountain

They were on the astral plane the entire hike down. Pyro crashed through the trees, crawled, laughed hysterically, cried, and vomited. Pyro drank water from a creek thinking it was the fountain of immortality

Pyro befrinded a squirrle named Banabo Jo. He knew Jo and knew his people were wise and brave. Banabo Jo recognized Pyro’s mystical capabilities and ability to see beyond, thus creating a mutual respect and brotherhood.

Banabo Jo guided Pyro from the mountain top and into the Heart of the Valley. He watched over as Pyro awaited rescue and gave the sacred squirrel farewell through the van window

(hypersensitive to drug induced psychosis)

Heavy

Rolls a blunt on Medic’s back and smokes it while they fuck

Smokes weed but only pipes. Very rarely will roll with paper, typically in the aforementioned situation

He can do some of the smoke tricks like puffing out O’s. He cannot french inhale and tbh has a chronic stuffy nose 😏

Medic

Wholeheartedly believe in and support the usage of medical marijuana

Smoked a little weed in university, but his classmates were too scared of him to invite him to the smoke sesh

He kinda gives off narc vibes!! Completely chill though, unless he could gain from blackmailing you

Asks if Sniper wants to puff and Sniper is shocked! Medic uses pompous words like oder tho and not the German oder

Arches his back so Heavy can sprinkle some flower on him for the roll-hole ritual

Engineer

Scene in Top Gun, “we’re in the spirit world asshole!” HIM OKAY HIM

Builds intricate and sick as fuck bong structures, dab rigs, and some real crazy stoner shit.

He love getting blazed and tinker with something, but that did cost him the tip of his pinkie finger

He’s a lightweight and really just skims a hit or two and bounces

Totally hotboxes that fucking workshop

Spy

He’s a classy kind of smoker

No weed inside, at least not his house. Very discreet about it and even if he was just in the world’s foggiest hotbox, he would never snell like week

No weed smell ever it’s incredible

Mainly sticks to cigarettes but he will smoke with Sniper.

Smoking, whether it be weed or cigarettes, is a form of foreplay for them fr

He never has cotton mouth either

Sniper!!

Save the best for last bc he is a canon pothead

Sniper just tries to be a chill guy. Go to work, fire a gun, smoke some weed. Would he like more? Sure. But is he okay where he’s at? Good enough

The first to discover his gardening habit was Spy. The whole breaking and entering thing really gives away secrets

Sniper has SO MUCH TEA. Various team members come to him and smoke, which is cool with him. He prefers when they replenish his stash, though. Or at least give him something in return

When they smoke they also complain. Inhibitions are dropped and suddenly Sniper knows that Demo is pissed at Medic for not letting him drink rubbing alcohol, every though Demo knew it would kill him, because he and Pyro were trying to light a burp on fire

He only enjoys smoking with Spy and Ms. Pauling. Pauling is fun and they talk mad shit together, maybe do something stupid on a minor scale

Spy and Sniper venture into the bush if yk what im saying. Weed is just kinda a plus but Spy can get too zesty sometimes

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Since the post about gusion babysitting I've been thinking, do you think the nobles that raised the kings miss have a kid about? Like imagine Mc is playing with some of the remaining demon kids and we accidentally give the nobles baby fever (especially gusion, I feel like he'd secretly have a big soft spot for kids)

Whb nobles getting baby-fever

Paimon loved taking care of Satan when he was just a little boy and not the king of Gehenna. He kind of misses the feeling of raising a child, and the war prevents him from adopting. He spends a lot of time in the orphanage playing with the kids, but there's only so much you can do when there's a war outside. He would take you to the orphanage with him. Even though the children are too young to remember Solomon, they still have heard about the great sorcerer so they'll be very happy to meet his child. When you start getting along with the younglings, Paimon can't help but daydream of a future where the two of you run after a little devil of your own.

Even though Buer moved from his previous region, he still has fond memories of taking care of Mammon, even if he was a sickly child. Paradise Lost doesn't have children native to it, the closest thing being Gamigin, but he's too old to be considered a child in the traditional sense. In his case, you would be playing with some new born puppies and helping Buer nurse them. He appreciates your caring nature and the patience you show towards the little creatures... it even makes him think about possibly having a child with you. Once the war ends and the demand for healers lessens, he'll make sure to ask you if you're willing to co-parent alongside him a new generation of healers.

Since Bael knows the type of country he rules over, he tries to stay vigilent and make sure that the children of Abysos don't overdose on something fishy. They already have a population problem, the last thing they need is for the few children left to die from his own ignorance. When he sees you playing with some of the younger devils, his heart can't help but melt. He was blessed to meet you and he'll try his hardest to show you that in the limited amount of time he can spend with you. Bael will hug you from behind and put his head on your sholder before whispering softly in your ear. "I can't wait for the two of us to have a kid as well. You'd make for such a great parent."

Phenix is constantly in the baby making mood. His proximity to Asmodeus for all these years have insured that all rationality leaves his brain and he can only thing of sex and violence. But that's kind of the norm in Abaddon, and Phenix is loyal to his king so gets to babysit the newest prince of hell - Dantalian. Even though Dantalian is an adult now, he's still young in the eyes of many. If Phenix were to see you acting motherly to the prince, he'd cum on the spot. He's come closer to you and hump your thigh while blabbering about how good of a parent you'd be and how he wants to breed you. Maybe Dantalian will be nice enough to teleport you to a private room, maybe he'll just take this oportunity to sneak off to Heaven, maybe he'll join in. The point is, you're not leaving until you're fucked silly by Phenix.

Gusion is still a teacher as a part time job. He kills angels, he does the paperwork that Belphegor's supposed to be doing and he teaches the multiplication table to toddlers. The quickest way to give this man a boner is to be a teacher. He likes to think of himself as rational, so clearly he's not having 'baby fever' he's just found the perfect mate. You're beautiful, have great genetics, are good with children and you're smart enough to understand a subject and than teach it to someone else. He's going to send you a very long letter that boils down to "let me smash, babygirl". At least that's what Bathin told you it was, Gusion's handwriting is shit so you need a translator most of the time.

[animeredhead101]

Tim Drake/ Danny Fenton Masterlist

Completed

Mesmeric Revelation by DisillusionedDanny :

Danny couldn’t stop the future. That much was true. Despite not cheating on his CAT and doing every single thing by the book to make sure that this future was not a reality, it had happened anyway. The nasty burger had blown up. His parents, Jazz, Sam, Tucker, they were all in the building when it happened.With his friends and family dead, Danny goes to the only place he thinks is safe. The infinite realms.As Danny attempts to move on from the tragedy he manages to get summoned by cultists, build a new family for himself and even find love. Not all in that exact order.Tim Drake thought getting kidnapped by cultists was probably the most annoying thing to have ever happened to him. Little did he know it would also be the best thing to ever happen. Word Count: 71,980 Complete Its very heartwarming with a dark tone in the beginning. I enjoy reading this as a comfort fanfic.

Shovel Talk by SummersSixEcho :

When Tim decided to tag along on a road trip with Danny to meet his parents, he was kinda ready for the shovel talk with his friends and family. But bringing out the secrets buried in Amity Park? That’s another kind of shovel talk Danny hadn’t prepared him for. Word Count: 71,396 Complete

Bitter, had the Heart by CastrianAmore :

Tim is the only one consistently watching. Thus he’s the first and only one to notice one more body following the streets like the bats do. A kid with all black hair and white motifs and an attitude problem that reminds him a tad too much of Jason. It was a shame Jason was adamant that he “didn’t know anything”, what a liar right?But the streets of Gotham listened and the name on everyone’s lips playing like a discordant harmony was one word: Distortion. Not that Tim knew what it meant yet, but Danny would make sure he would. If Danny lived long enough for Tim to find out. Word Count: 182,548 Complete

Tim Jr. Coffee Machine Extraordinaire by PaperPuffin :

Dick worried his lip between his teeth as he looked Tim over. His little brother was standing, zombie-like, in front of the Cave’s coffee machine. Not that the act was unusual for Tim. Just… the thing was, Tim had been doing better. Word Count: 2,330 Complete

Wanted: Dead and Alive by Astereae :

“Hey, I do I... Do I know you?” Danny asks, a hand coming up to brush something off Tim’s cheek. “No,” Tim says. “We haven’t met.” “Oh, no, I do.” Danny says, and he smiles, teeth white and sharp. “You’re that guy who rearranged my guts!” Rearranged his- Tim glances at the knotted scars on the boy’s abdomen. He can see the shine and shadow of haphazard stitches that weren’t meant to hold forever, that tore and healed over. His- This- “WHAT!?” Nightwing shouts, equal parts confused and delighted. Tim’s fucked. OR Danny Fenton's been in GIW captivity for 4 months. Tim Drake gets kidnapped by the GIW one Tuesday evening in May. Considering how many of the Bats and the Birds have died and come back to life, it was only a matter of time for some people interested in the afterlife to come poking around. The detectives can't seem to uncover any information about the mysterious white vans, however. And they keep losing the mysterious boy who seems to be the one person in Gotham to know anything at all. Word Count: 121,281 Completed

On-going

Family introductions by Half-dead Ham(Grima101) :

Danny and Tim have been dating for about a year now, figuring out their relationship between Tim’s vigilante duties and Danny’s Ghost King responsibilities. Danny is taking a small (unauthorized) break from his paperwork to find his bf flat on his ass sick trying to go on patrol. The only way to stop him was to take his place, and Danny was lucky they're the same size.

Word Count: 14,070 On-going

An Interesting Family Tree by Scififan33 :

Danny's life in Amity Park wasn't perfect, but it beat his old life. The GIW and Fenton parents didn't make things easier but at least ghost attacks had lessened since he was named Prince, to be crowned upon his twenty first birthday.He'd run from the League almost a decade ago, risking getting their attention, and for a stranger? It was insane. And yet he still got on the plane to Europe to find and warn one Tim Drake that he was being targeted. Word Count: 68,348 On-going This is one of favorite fanfics, I love the interactions of Danny and Tim throughout the story. I also love how the author writes two story lines together. I love both Fandoms and to read a story were they work well together is always a treat!

Tim Drake's I.E.F (Invisible Eldritch Friend) by Half-dead Ham :

The last thing Tim expected while getting stalked was to get used to the unseen creature and how they started taking care of him. He expected even less for them to be the same age

Word Count: 72,042 On-going

I find it hilarious that the bat stalker gets stalked and they some how make it into a funny Rom-com.

Till Death and Beyond by Scififan33 :

Danny and Tim have known each other for a year, have been dating for months, and are very happy. Sure, Tim would prefer if his boyfriend let him help him at least get a nicer apartment, or even an internship at WE but Danny won't let him. Dating Tim is not keeping his head down but as far as everyone knows, Danny Fenton died with his parents and sister. Danny Nightingale has no links to him, thanks to Tucker and Technus' magic.But there are still those who would love nothing more than to get their hands on Phantom, despite his not having been seen in a long time.And why is there a vigilante bleeding out on his apartment floor? Word Count: 79,279 On-going I love the fic for the fact that we talk about how the bat-fam treats Tim. Like he is such a sweetheart and he is not treated they way he should be. Like don't get me wrong I love the fics were Damion and Tim get along and fix their relationship but the way they interact this would not have occurred and to see this in this fanfic and Tim recognizing that its not okay was amazing. I also love that Danny doesn't take any shit from the bat-fam, hes likes fuck with Tim and see what happens. Defiantly one of my top 5!

The Rebirth of Tim Drake by Bewitched_Forest :

Tim gets turned into a halfa after an incident with a newly spawned Lazarus Pit, electricity, and Ra's Al Ghul. When he awakens, he finds himself in the Ghost Zone. Taken to fellow Halfa, Danny Fenton, he travels to Amity Park where he learns with the help of Danny and his friends just what he has become. And how being a Halfa has made him one of the most hunted beings in the world.

Not Abandoned! Updating will just be whenever I feel like it cause I got burnout.

Word Count: 57,663 On-going

My Name is Not Wounder Boy! by CrepuscularCryptid :

Casper High's juniors go on a trip to Washington DC every year. This year it's Danny's class's turn. Absolutely nothing goes wrong. Nothing. Shut up, Tucker. ************* Wherein Danny meets Wonder Woman, fosters diplomacy between the Living and the Dead Realms, and eventually gets a new haunt. Word Count: 44,832 On-going

The Price Of Peace by JoyLess_Nightsk :

The Juistria League - the alliance of the major countries of the continent Juisitria - has long since stood for peace. Unfortunately there is one country that is a thorn in their side whenever they try to solidify that peace: The Infinite Lands, a country of barbarians to the north where the only reason they survive is the magic in the air. Where the magic is so strong that even children develop a talent, which they themselves call "the blessings of the dragons". The country that, last time the Juistria League had tried to negotiate, had waged a war more brutal then anything seen before on them, for over a decade - right until the moment a rebellion caged him. Not long ago, his murderer took the title. And now, that very same newly crowned High Chief demands negotiations of them. Bruce would rather die, would rather see Gotham and all of Juistria in flames than to allow that man to take one of his children. Tim, however, makes another decision before he could say that. Now, everyone has to hope Phantom will be happy with the boy… Meanwhile Danny is just too stunned that they actually agreed to that to do anything about the sudden engagement. Word Count: 50,397 On-going I usually am not a fan of fics like this but I kinda love this but just the fact that their are so many miscommunications between the Gotham and Infinite Lands. It definitely a great start and I cant wait ti read more!

Rated M

A Grave Affair by OnlyHereForTheSnacks :

Tim was used to life taking unexpected turns. It was just another part of being a vigilante. Sometimes life gives you lemons and sometimes an immortal assassin sells you into an arranged marriage to the Ghost King for a piece of jewelry. (Lots of plot. Smut in Ch.3. Mind the tags) Word Count: 14,744 Complete

Seeing Double by Wraiith(Jayyydez) :

"You remember that conversation we had about me being able to duplicate?" Tim's brow furrowed even more. Which conversation-? His mouth dried all at once, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest. Oh. Oh, Ancients and Gods alike, help him. Danny was having this conversation with him. He was having it with him right now, and Tim felt more awake than he had in days. Word Count: 7,752 Complete

Skin of Your Teeth by halfgone(milkywxy) :

Tim can't bring himself to lie about his secret identity anymore. When he spills his secret to his boyfriend, Danny, many more secrets are soon to follow. Some with interesting results. Prompts: Tim Drake |Eldritch Danny| Teeth Word Count: 7,065 On-going

[sulumuns-dootah]

31. 10. Piercings - Beelzebub + Bael

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽Helltober '24☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

A/N: We did it freaks! :D It's the last day of October and what a ride it was! ^^ Thanks for all the support on this event! ♥ I had a lot of fun writing it and coming up with the prompts, so I hope you enjoyed it too!^^

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“Y/N, are you comfortable? If you want, you can move a bit.”

“Aw, no... They're being so good right now and it would be a shame if this little buddy came out crooked.” Beelzebub chuckles in response to Bael's soothing words, trying to make you feel more at ease as the king of gluttony carefully marks out the spots on your nipple that he'll soon pierce.

“Easy for you to say, asshole... But I'm the one who's about to lose it with how tightly they're squeezing me.” the fake king growls and smooths his hands down your hips as they sit so prettily on his cock like it's the throne of Abyssos.

When Beel appeared in his country all of a sudden on one fall evening, all Bael had for him was a giant pile of paperwork and a very long list of complaints. Instead of humoring him for at least a few minutes, however, the lord of flies strutted right by him without sparing a glance and deeper into the castle to find you, of all the demons.

“Y/N~! I have a surprise for youu~ huhu!” he sings as he follows the sweet smell of your sweat and perfume.

So that's how you find yourself, currently cockwarming Bael as the king himself officially turns you into a rightful citizen of his country. Out of the many choices you'd been able to pick from, you've chosen a nipple piercing since it's a fun secret to have, but it's also easy to hide from all the other, jealous kings if need be.

“Hmm... Here comes the flysting, you better prepare!” he now chuckles as he finally reaches for the piercing needle and lines it up with the first marked out dot.

“You mean a beesting, shi-mmh!” Bael is about to throw another still-angry remark, but is cut off due to your walls clenching onto him for dear life at the small bit of pain as the sharp needle slides through your flesh.

You've never seen Beel act so gently before as right now that he's carefully sliding your new metal jewellery through the new opening. It only hurts a bit now, but you're already prepared for any pain that will come with healing.

A small trickle of blood travels over your chest down, but the king is quick to lick up the trail and planting multiple playful bites far enough from your nipple to not irritate it any further until it's fully healed. You can't help, but feel your walls flutter at every bite and in turn making the fake king grunt in impatience.

“Huhu, you can move now~! Just be careful to not bounce too hard.” Beel teases with a wink and falls to his knees, fully revelling in the smell of your arousal.

“Hah, fuck, about time now..!” Bael scoffs and immediately starts to pick up a rather rushed pace as much as he's able to in the position you're in. The almost sudden change of state from sitting to being knocked upwards by the sheer force of his thrusts makes every sound escape from your lips.

You're so focused on the noble destroying your hole, that you don't even notice the king moving to fully dive between your legs to lick and suck like a starved man. Once you realise what's going on, you let out the loudest moan, you're sure everyone in the palace knows by now.

All the stimulation blurs your vision and your hands seek anything to ground you so you don't loose your mind, although there are worst ways to achieve that for sure. Going to the source of all the intense pressure, your fingers brush against something slippery and hard. Beelzebub's horn.

To return and also feel more connected to reality, your hand wraps around the slick spike and allows the power of Bael's thrusts to guide your hands movement. Beel thanks you for the action with continuous string of moans, vibrating against you, to match your own. And if you were to look down, you'd see his gorgeous green and golden eyes rolling back.

The only seemingly quiet one in the room is Bael, but that's only because your and the king's moans together cover the sound of the fake king's low growls and grunts.

The whole moment is so heated, with the two demons not giving you much free space between them and all the energy put into your actions, that you body can only deal with it by sweating. The smell of it not going amiss by the two Abyssos kings, helping to bring their release closer and closer.

You're not that far off either. At some point Bael leant backwards slightly, bringing you with him, which only causes him to hit deeper inside you and allowing the starved king better access to wetly slurp at your heated flesh.

Beelzebub can sense your release and can't help but chuckle, sending more vibrations to your sensitive parts. The sole action finally allowing you to reach the most intensive orgasm you've ever felt. In the bliss state your body convulses, making your hand and walls tighten around the two best friends.

Soon enough you can feel the king below you coat your hand with his horn cum and his advisor your walls with his dick cum.

As you're all coming down from your highs and catching your breaths, Bael sharply points at his king, not even having pulled out yet, “Don't think you're off the hook... There's still a mountain of papers you've gotta sign!”

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Shhh... Don't worry, I didn't forget about Amodeus and the prompt Shower(as chosen by the vote)! Asmo's will come out a bit later today ^^

[bowsers-keep]

Compling all my Guilty Gear headcanons into one place

Most of these are actually headcanons friends had first but I've just incorperated them into my belief system. Under the cut cause this gets long.

LGBT+ Headcanons

Sol Badguy is a Butch Lesbian. No I will not explain why.

Ky is Genderfluid. I will stand by this till the day I die.

Dizzy is Pansexual! She loves her partner no matter what gender they currently are!

Slayer is the Token CisHet, because it is funny. Fruitest Vampire you've ever met and he's actually happily living with his wife, everyone else is some form of queer.

Genderqueer Izuna. Nuff said. He/She pronouns for them

On another Izuna note he's a man kisser. You cannot tell me she was born from the love a woman had for her husband and think he's anything but. Gay little fox thang.

The ending where Baiken just forsake all form of gender is forever iconic to me they are the nonbinary samurai in that one joke now.

Aromantic Johnny will forever be iconic to me. Just big brin genius play honestly. (He's also like Pansexual)

On the other side of the spectrum we have Asexual Nagoriyuki!

Also AroAce Potemkin. Feels right considering his reaction to Magnum Wedding.

In my heart Goldlewis is a Trans Gay man. He fucked clocked Bridget so hard during her Arcade mode. Old trans helping out a baby trans!

Giovanna feels bisexual to me, don't ask me why.

Leo is in a similar vein as in yeah that's a bisexual person.

Neurodivergent Headcanons

Butch Lesbian Axl, yeah there's more of this. My friends are horrid influences <3

Goldlewis is gay and trans. This feels right to me

Ramlethal is 100% Autistic

Actually all the Valentines are autistic as FUCK to me

Sin has that Audhd wombo combo

Leo has some godforsaken fucked up evil autism to be a guy WITHOUT FUCKING SLEEVES UNDER HIS JACKET!

In reality there is nobody in this cast who isn' some form of neurodivergent so I'll just run through funny ones actually.

Testament is that one kind of adhd where they cannot pick a hobby for the life of them

Goldlewis most certainly has cryptid austism, and he also does not know how far is too far in terms of asking questions.

While Slayer may be the token cishet, he is NOT the token neurotypical. That title goes to Anji for me personally, because funni.

World Headcanons

Mana Sickness. If you use too much Mana too fast there are repercusion!

Healing magic is a VOLITILE LITTLE FUCKING! It can fuck you up! (Aka what we think happened with Asuka's wing eye thing)

Idk how canon this is in particular but different people have different mana caps and magic affinity levels (Example: Johnny has piss poor magic affinity which is why he only knows like 4 spells top)

Misclenous Headcanons

Sin has a tail, you can't pry this out of my cold dead hands.

Giovanna really likes chocolate (I get to be self indulgent with her being Brasilian therefore this)

Out of the three kings of Ilyria, Leo is actually the workaholic! As much as he complains about paperwork it helps him take his mind off this survivors guilt and pstd. Ky has healthy coping mechanisms and Daryl is a dick.

June (One of the Jellyfish Pirates) is a music nerd!

Izuna will use his teleportation to fuck with people and prank them. This is an activity she enjoys very much.

Baiken just has hammerspace, just where else do they keep all their weapons???

Asuka R. Kreutz has a cane, nuff said. Pain haver.

Goldlewis is Johnny's Uncle. The guy from that one Xrd stage that's Goldlewis's brother? Yeah that's Johnny's dad now, they're estranged because after Johnny's Dad died Goldlewis just kinda drifted away from everyone else because his brother was the one guy who liked him there.

[mrs-ghost-2]

One Round Man (Round 1)

Pairing: Boyfriend!Simon x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: swearing, oral (m receiving), pet names, Dom/sub tones, sub!simon, dom!reader, basically smut

-Not checked so all mistakes are my own as I wrote this on mobile. This is only round 1! Feel free to reblog and comment! I plan on posting round 2 soon. As always, MDNI and 18+ only! :)

Simon had a lot on his plate. Had people counting on him. Expecting things of him. He had places he needed to be and things that needed to be done and people he needed to impress. He is a part of the 141, after all. His name opened doors for him, but it also crushed his bones and soul under the weight of it, too.

But he also had you. You didn’t expect anything from him other than for him to be present in the moment. For him to be with you physically, and to help him be there mentally, too. Even if that meant he wore a pair of silk ties around his wrists and was tied to the headboard every once in awhile.

Simon had had a long night; too much adrenaline after a training mission and too much paperwork and no way to work off the rage that was brewing under his skin and heating his blood. But he knew that you were still awake, the light shining from underneath your door an obvious sign that you waited up for him.

He knocked twice, two loud thumps on your door and then he posted up between the wooden frames. Fingers curled around the thin wood, chest heaving under his compression shirt and veins bulging in his neck.

“Coming!” You called out, soft feet padding towards the door and swinging it open to see Ghost- your boyfriend and most stubborn patient in the med bay- staring down at you with fire behind his eyes.

You had gotten a heads up from Captain Price earlier that evening that Ghost had been through the wringer with the newest soldiers on base and he would be feeling…pent-up. You nodded and thanked him before bidding him goodnight and heading back to your barracks room.

“Simon.” You acknowledged, always seeing beneath the eye black and skull balaclava to the man beneath it.

“Help.” Was the only thing he said, bulldozing his way through the doorframe and collapsing onto your king-size bed.

“You know the drill, Si.” You loved that he trusted you enough to be vulnerable, to put his mental, emotional, and physical safety into your hands both as a doctor and as a significant other.

“Yes, lovie.” He drawled out, thighs spreading to allow you to sit comfortably between them and wrists crossing above his head to wait patiently.

Simon was a soldier first and foremost, but he only followed orders from people he trusted. So assuming the position without back talk? He trusted you beyond words.

“Need me to take care of you, Si? Help you relax?” You asked him, gauging where his head was at while you grabbed the silk from the drawer under your bed and moved to straddle his wide hips.

“Please. ‘m desperate.” He made a move to grab your hips but thought better of it and put his hands back to their original spot.

“Keep your hands above your head.” You ordered softly, fingers making quick work of tying the strands of silk around his thick wrists and looping them together to essentially “lock” his hands and keep them out of your way.

“Yes, lovie.” Simon’s head fell back against the bed frame, exposing the hard lines of his collarbone and the soft, scarred skin of his throat.

You grinned and leaned forward, plush tits pressing against his chest from underneath your (his) oversized shirt. He groaned low in his throat, Adam’s apple bobbing as your teeth sank into his neck and you sucked a deep purple mark into his skin.

“Fuck, kitten.” He grunted in barely-there pain and his hips rocked up against yours.

“Watch it, Simon.” You gently smacked his hip in warning and he sighed before nodding and settled back against the mattress.

You wanted him pliant. You wanted him to be present with you and the only thoughts in his mind to be about you, your mouth, and letting you take his stress away. You wanted the lights on his eyes but his brain empty to everything but pleasure.

“You gotta be patient, Si.” You murmured against his neck as you peppered kisses along the wide expanse of his chest.

“I am not a patient man, lovie.” He responded, eyes closing as he felt your fingers slide under the hem of his compression shirt and start rubbing soft circles into his scarred skin.

“I know you can be. You can be so good and patient for me. I believe in you.” You cooed, finger tips curling to start drawing nail marks across his abdomen.

“Only for you, kitten. Fu-fuck, only for you.” Your hips started rocking against his, the thick bulge in his tac pants creating the best seat for you.

No words were exchanged for the next few moments; instead, you continued to roll your hips in slow circles against his covered cock while dragging up his shirt inch by inch. Simon knew better than to try and rush you so he decided to do his best to sink into the mattress and let you have your fun. He was fighting to keep his eyes open to watch you while you carefully pulled his shirt up to rest high on his chest and leaned forward to begin mouthing wet kisses and sucking on patches of his warm skin to leave marks for him later.

“Doing okay, love?” You asked him, checking in to make sure he was doing okay while you worked to get his belt buckle undone and tugged the button of his pants to release it.

“Jus’ fine, swee’heart.” Simon’s head lulled to the side and he was only able to nod.

You smiled up at him, keeping your eyes locked on his as you tugged the zipper of his pants down as far as it would go. He knew to keep his eyes on you as you worked his pants down to his ankles so he was laid beneath you with his shirt shoved up his chest and only his black boxers covering his aching cock.

“C’mon, kitten, touch me. Wan’ your mouth on it.” Simon begged, hips jerking up when you began palming him through the dark fabric.

“You’ll have my mouth when you’re good and stop moving.” You admonished, pulling your hand away to shoot him a frown.

“F-fuck, I’ll be good. I promise.” He was slowly falling away from his anger and began to rely on his need to please you and have you happy with him. It was the softer side that you only got to see behind closed doors.

“Promise?” You cock your head to the side, the index finger of your right hand slowly dragging up from the covered base of him to where you know his tip waits, pulsing for you.

“Promise.” Simon swore, eyes heated behind his mask as he watched you bend over from your position between his thighs so you could trace the path your finger just took with your tongue.

“Oh, fuck.” You heard his head smack against the bed frame as you sucked at the wet patch of fabric covering the already-leaking head of his cock.

Just barely, you could see him from your frame of view and the sight almost had you cumming in your panties. His thick eyelashes brushed against his cheeks and you could see his mouth fall open from underneath his balaclava.

“Can I take the mask off, Simon?” You pulled your mouth away but kept your hand busy while you waiting for his permission.

“Yes, shit. Take i’ off.” You didn’t have to be told twice.

You yanked the mask off his head, laying it on the bedside table before turning back to see his now-uncovered face.

“Wanted to see you fall apart.” You explained to him, getting back to your previous position and suckling at the leaking tip of him while your fingers made quick work of tugging his boxers down his thighs to meet his pants.

Simon can do nothing but take the sweet torture, his head falling to the side to watch you try to wrap your fingers around the base of his rigid length while you extend your tongue and run it from base to tip.

“Such a sweet fuckin’ mouth, lovie. Gonna kill me one of these days.” He growled out, chasing your lips and tongue as you move to suck marks into the V of his hips.

“I can’t have that, now can I? This is too much fun to stop now.” You laugh low, warm breath hitting the blooming bruises on his skin as you take the base of his cock back in your hand and wrap your wet lips around his tip.

It’s like a blow to the stomach for Simon as he feels your tongue swipe across the leaking slit before sliding down to curl around the sensitive underside. His stomach caves in and he fights to not break the silk ties; he doesn’t want to disappoint you but he feels like he’s going to combust if you don’t start moving faster. He’s desperate to feel his cock down your throat, to feel the spit used as lube drip down onto his balls and puddle in the sheets. He wants to hold each side of your head while you suck him, wants to lovingly brush his thumbs along your aching jaw, wants to have you stick your tongue out while he bounces the tip of his throbbing dick against it before showing it down your throat.

But he also wants to be good for you. Wants to make you proud of him for staying in his spot, leaving his wrists tied, mind empty of everything but how amazing your mouth and tongue feels wrapped around one and then both of his balls while you jerk him roughly in your palm. He craves the feeling of his impending orgasm building at the base of his spine, of knowing that he can’t really do much but take the sweet torture/pleasure that you gift him.

“‘m gonna cum if you keep tha’ up, kitten.” Simon warns you, panting for breath as you move from his balls back to the head of his dick.

“Didn’t say you could cum yet, Si.” You retort, removing your mouth completely but still jerking him off with long, slow strokes.

“Lovie, please. Wanna cum for you, wan’ you to swallow it for me and let me see it disappear.” Simon begs, mind in the gutter as he babbles his pleas for you to swallow him down once more and grant him the glory of your mouth and tongue for him to cover in his load.

“You sound so pretty when you beg, Si. You have my permission to cum but it has to be in the next sixty seconds or else this is all you get.” He nodded quickly, determined to listen and who was he to lie and say that he would even need sixty seconds?

Ten seconds and he’s a goner, stomach caving in as he shoots ropes of cum across your tongue and down your throat. You do your best to swallow around him while you continue to jerk his still-hard length, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as he continuously thrusts his hips to fuck your mouth through his orgasm. Eventually he collapses against the bed, slightly shuddering and swearing softly as he fights to regain composure over himself.

“Only sixty seconds, huh? You think m’gonna be done after one round, kitten?” Simon questions you, finally having enough of his bearings to take stock of the new dynamic.

You grinned at him, leaning up and backing down the mattress slowly as you see his eyes darken and one rough yank of his wrists has the silk bindings snapping off and falling to the floor.

“You forget, lovie. I’m not a one-round man.”

[acequinz]

You know that one fic where dfs calls fdb his wife and llh his concubine because fdb is more naggy than llh did irreparable damage to my psyche.

Like sure it was a silly little joke...

But the implications???? The aus!!!!

Fdb a young prince being married off to dfs who is big and scary and already has a concubine in place so he's all sorts of miserable because not only is he being forced to marry, he has to marry someone who probably already holds another dear so he would have to fight for affection??? As someone who has been a single child??? So unfair!

And then he joins them and he immediately hits it off with llh who is sneaky and often indulges fdb despite dfs's complaints which aren't a lot actually or as strong as llh pretends they are.

Because really dfs would let either of them get away with everything his line is simply- do what you want, I can fight.

And llh himself is of noble birth and fdb is like- why aren't you the empress ? And the reason is nothing political but that llh is too lazy to handle the paperwork that comes to the empress and the reason he's spoiling fdb now is because great work awaits him.

Cause honestly dfs is just as bad as llh when it comes to doing paperwork, be would rather be practicing martial arts instead of signing paperwork.

Until fdb gets used to their kingdom policy and stuff, they need to keep him happy and spoiled because babyboy has work cut out for him.

Then these fucking idiots go and get used to having fdb around too much and go harassing him while he's working on the job that dfs should be doing and he's mad because he can't focus and he can't leave such important work to the others it could topple their kingdom- dfs get your act together!!!!

But really dfs doesn't want to be the king, he just accidentally killed the last king ( he only meant to defeat him when he was challenged but the man was too weak and died with one blow. It was an accident!!!) and llh laughed when it happened so he was appointed as a concubine because even with all his power dfs wasn't able to get llh to accept the empress position and then he was made to marry fdb.

It's a whole mess.

Fdb would have left if not for llh's sly words and soft hands that get followed by dfs's rougher hands and strong kisses.

He's very well fucked.

[levemetal]

I have a million and one svsss AU ideas that idk if I'll ever write cause I have 0 confidence in my untested writing skills. Any of these appeal to you?? Go ahead, use 'em. Know any fanfics like that? Please please PLEASE leave them in the comments. Ideas to add? Anything? Please go ahead I have no friends that are as deep in the svsss brainrot as me to subject this to ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

Continued under the cut due to excessive rambling

These will be Ghost King/Calamity!SJ cause he has been living rentfree in my brain ever since one braincell at one AM shouted about it so you have been warned.

- Dual Ghost Kings YQY and SJ, Post canon of PIDW. That's it that's the idea. Their extras hurt my cold dead heart way too much and as much as bbygirl SJ is a piece of shit, Yue Qingyuan deserves happiness, and for that he needs his Xiao-Jiu. Basically YQY does not stay dead when Bingge turns him into a pincushion à la White No Face to Xie Lian except with arrows. What happens from here? Idk didn't get that far but I imagine he steals back his (probably dead) Xiao-Jiu, maybe does some other batshit insane shit like we all know that deep down he's capable of, and the duo fucking COMMUNICATES for once in their life and they live happily ever after. Bonus points for hilarious deaths for Bingge.

- If you're a filthy multishipper like me, want a BingJiu version of the above QiJiu? Easy, SJ decides to haunt Bingge's ass for eternity and vice versa when Bingge kicks the bucket and so they spent the rest of eternity trying to make each other miserable in increasingly ridiculous and creative ways. Maybe along the centuries they find a common enemy or sort their shit out and proceed to make their awful existence everyone else's problem. A match made in hell, truly <3

Are you seeing a theme yet. I like a general comedic air to svsss AUs, it just belongs to the svsss experience ya know? Anyway carrying on-

Shen twins, and SQH twins cause why not. If you want Binghe twins too, actually probably funnier with Binghe twins, where one is our beloved maiden Bingmei and the other OG!PIDW Bingge but forced back in time with memories of the PIDW timeline. Transmigrator SQH aka Airplane gets the peak lord + Mobei-Jun plotline while OG!SQH is just chilling as an An Ding Peak Hallmaster or something. Meanwhile, the Shen twins have a funny game of imposter going on. As far as everyone is concerned, there is only one Shen Qingqiu, Shen Yuan. Shen Yuan transmigrated in earlier into the novel, but ended up going to CQM with Yue Qi while SJ got stuck in the Qiu household as in canon. From here the details can change but the main idea is that

A) Shen Yuan knows how to do his peak lord job actually

B) SJ is a calamity ghost, having died either in his disciple years or alternatively never made it out of the Qiu household alive

C) Both SY and SJ have been playing switcheroo when SY needs to head out and do stuff or just wants SJ to do his paperwork for him.

I still need a good reason for the switching and duping, but wouldn't it be funny if the disciples just had to deal with their peak lord behaving WILDLY different at times. Most of the time it's good ol' Shen Yuan smiling at disciples, way too enthusiastic for monsters and plants and keeps forgetting his fans everywhere. Then one random week in the month after he has a resting bitch face, scowls, snarls and bitches at anyone and has 0 patience for teenage attempts at music.

Most shrug it off as just terrible migraine weeks, but some disciples are suspicious, most of all Bingge who is CONVINCED something is WrongTM. Like, he KNOWS SQQ and this SQQ is just so different, something must be different. He doesn't know how right he is yet everyone just thinks he's actually insane.

I know this is probably increasingly insane and dumb, but fast forward to the Abyss opening. SJ was probably there to keep an eye on his clumsy twin, but SY ends up asking the ghost to look over the Luos, as the system still demands that they go to the abyss. So SJ after much grumbling agrees (after all he probably just was unmasked as ghost calamity, and the twins as demons, with a huge amount of cultivators moving their way. It's really the smaller hassle to jump into the Abyss and deal with the horrors there. Besides, the scholar in SJ would be curious about the abyss (and SY too let's be honest) ), kicks both in and goes "Alright we're taking an impromptu field trip" and jumps in after leaving SY to deal with the political mess that comes after.

Anyway, the last AU can be changed in various ways, like make it a PIDW time travel fix it with only the OGs around, or just Shen twins, etc. Feel free to shout at me how dumb this all is.

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 25: A Step Forward

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“I’m not asking you to get your ass in gear, I’m telling you to get your ass in gear.” The men he was talking to dismissed themselves, closing the door firmly behind them.

Seungcheol was pissed. Since he stepped foot into the warehouse earlier Monday evening, things weren’t going right. Jihoon had to recount and repackage their inventory because someone under him fucked up and miscounted too many items. Two big fights broke out at Ruby, leaving Mingyu and Seungkwan trying to deal with it. One of the main shipments of artillery went missing but was soon found three hundred miles away somehow . 

How it got there? He was still trying to figure that out.

It wasn’t his day. He was ready to pop a blood vessel or pop a bullet in someone's head for fun. A headache was pounding behind his eyes and he really really didn’t want to deal with anymore bullshit today.

Joshua had just left with Minghao and Wonwoo to handle some money hand off with a group of their men. Jihoon and Seokmin were currently in the office, both reviewing paperwork while Seungcheol was on the phone with Captain – Hongjoong. They had been talking for almost thirty minutes about some business that involved SKZ but neither could stay on track, specifically on Hongjoon’s end.

Jeonghan, Vernon, and Soonyoung were off a city over with Dreamcatcher, working out some details with the moving of some items they stole, specifically some jewelry they needed remade and sold. 

A quick series of knocks came to the door and a panicked man walked in. “King- Sorry, Uh- Mouse is here-” 

Jihoon and Seokmin’s heads whipped up and Seungcheol’s brow furrowed. 

“What is she-” 

“Get the fuck out of my way-” She sounded about as angry as he felt, pushing the man aside and closing the door in his face. Her eyes met Seungcheol’s and, right away, Mouse was marching over to his desk. “We need to talk.” 

She was still in her work clothes despite how late it was.

“I don’t have time for your tantrum, Mouse. ” 

“Tantrum?” Mouse scoffed, dropping her keys on his desk, leaning on the wood with both hands. “If you want me to throw a tantrum, I can, but we need to talk.” 

“Let me call you back.” Seungcheol hung up the call and placed his phone down. “What do you want?” 

“Take Omen off any killing duty.” 

His eyebrows twitched together. “Why does it matter to you?” 

“Take. Omen . Off. Any. Killing. Duty.” She tapped her nails in annoyance alongside every word.

Sitting back in his chair, he crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing her with challenge. “And I’m going to ask once more, why does it matter to you? You don’t have any say in SVT.” 

“Are you really that fucking blind? Do you not see what it’s doing to him?” 

“Doing to him? What the hell are you talking about?” 

“God you really are blind.” Mouse laughed at him, something dark swimming behind her eyes. “For someone that says he is observant, you really are oblivious.” 

Seungcheol scoffed at her, narrowing his gaze into a glare. “Excuse me?” 

“You heard me.” Similar to him, Mouse sent him a glare, steady drumming of her nails against the wood of his desk. The sound was irritating, he wanted it to stop, needed it to stop. 

Biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from yelling, Seungcheol and Mouse were caught in a stare down. She didn’t look ready to back down, he never expected her to, but her presents here was a nuisance. He had things he needed to get done and didn’t need whatever she was spouting off. 

“Get out.” 

“Not until you do something for Omen .” 

“ Mouse. ” 

“ King. ” 

“I’m asking you to get out before I order you to get out.” He warned her, not once breaking the stare down. Seungcheol had just as much resolve as she did.

“I’m not going to leave until you tell me what you are going to do.” 

“Then you will be here all night.” 

“I can take a day off of work, right, Tempest? ” Past her, Seokmin tensed up but he said nothing. “I notice when someone struggles and I am more than willing to help them. The question is, are you?” 

Really, behind the facade he was putting on currently, Seungcheol was lost on what she was talking about. Chan hasn’t said a word about anything bothering him. Maybe he had been off but not more than usual after a long mission. Maybe he needed a few days off, he could do that if the youngest wanted, but what the hell was she talking about? 

“Seeing as you have to rub the two brain cells you have together, I’m leaving. If nothing is done, I’ll be back here again.” 

And she left, taking her keys and leaving the three of them in different states. Seokmin and Jihoon were wide eyed and in disbelief while Seungcheol was outraged. One look to the former two had them ducking their heads and refocusing on the files, muttering disjointedly about some numbers. 

The longer he thought about Mouse’s words, the longer he hated the ideas they placed in his head. He tensed his jaw and set to collecting all the documents on his desk, moving quickly. 

He could feel two sets of eyes watching him and once more he looked at Jihoon and Seokmin. 

“What do you know?” 

The younger two shared a look before Jihoon sat back. “You and all of us know that he hates going with Echo and Shadow .” 

“Hates- He hasn’t said anything about that to me.” 

Jihoon gave him a disappointed look, one he hasn’t seen often but seen enough to know the look went deep. “Dude…” 

“I’m going to talk to him.” 

“He is at the house.” Seokmin added, “ Jester made him stay there to get some sleep.”

“Chan?” Calling through the house, Seungcheol looked about the living room. “Channie?” 

Dropping the set of takeout boxes on the island counter, he shuffled down the hall, finding the youngest’s door and knocked. When no answer came, he quietly opened the door, hoping to find him asleep, only to hear the sliding door to the backyard open and close. Soon a voice had his head looking back down the hall. 

“What are you doing at the house?” Standing at the end of the hall, bundled up in a blanket with a mug in his hands was Chan. “Seokmin texted and said it was a mess back at the warehouse.” 

“It was- it is.” Seungcheol nodded, closing Chan’s door and making his way over. “How are you…feeling?” 

“Mouse talked to you.” Swallowing, Chan clutched the mug tighter, raising his shoulders up some, almost as if he was scared. 

“She…” He sighed, nodding his head down the hall, glancing to the couch. “Let’s sit down. Let’s talk.” 

Seungcheol waited for Chan to turn and go sit down, trailing behind him. The latter sat in the corner of the couch, tucking his knees to his chest with the mug resting between them and his chest. He huffed out a sigh, sitting on the couch a few feet from him. One look at Chan showed uneasiness and the avoidance from him to make any eye contact was off putting. 

“Tell me what's going on in your head before I tell you what Mouse said.” 

It took some time for Chan to answer, he stared at the liquid in his mug, which Seungcheol noted as hot chocolate by the rich smell that floated over to him. 

“I can’t get his face out of my mind.” 

Leaning his head back, Seungcheol sighed through his nose, running a hand over his face.

“Cheol, every time you’ve sent me out with Minghao and Jun, have you never noticed that I shut down?” 

The question sounded sad and it weighed heavily on the leader’s chest. Sighing once more, he looked down to the floor, running through every assignment he’s given through his head. It wasn’t that he hadn't noticed, each of them had their ways of coping with what they were dealing with, but more often than not his office was open to the guys whenever they needed someone. He never once turned away any of them when they wanted to talk. 

“I have, Chan, but I’ve also asked you in the past and you shut me out, how am I supposed to know if I’m not told anything? I’m not a mind reader.” 

Opening his mouth, Chan curled in on himself, “I didn’t know how to tell you. I felt like if I told you…you’d be disappointed in me. And you’ve done so much for me that I didn’t want to let you down by not being able to fulfill the things you want done.” 

“Chan-” Seungcheol whined, looking at the youngest in disbelief. “Do you think that little of me that I’d be mad at you for having PTSD issues? You know me better than that, you know I want to put you guys in a place where you are comfortable.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Chan didn’t lift his eyes, sipping some of his hot chocolate. “Mouse found me outside the other night and she came out and talked with me…She said if you cared enough, you’d be willing to change things for me… Then she said if I didn’t say anything she would so I guess she got to you first.”

“Yeah, she pushed her way into the warehouse and told me to take you off anything having to do with killing.” 

“How bad was it?” Chan cringed. 

“She called me blind and oblivious, saying she wasn’t going to leave until I made a choice, then she said I was rubbing my two brain cells together!” Exasperated, Seungcheol slumped down in his spot. 

“She is a lot.” Chan managed to chuckle low, “But I appreciate that Mouse cares about us. She reminds me of an older sister that just wants the best for us.” 

“Everyone is pretty fond of her.” 

Chan chuckled louder, nodding. “We are, she is rough around the edges like all of us. I’m glad you didn’t kill her, Cheol.” 

“Yeah yeah,” Standing up, Seungcheol trekked over to the counter, grabbing the take out containers. “Come eat, I got your favorite from the Chinese place.” 

Watching Mouse stride into his office at the house already had his blood boiling. It was like she knew he was going to call her in once she arrived on Friday night. 

Her expression was neutral, not an ounce of tension present in her shoulders or jaw. The clicking of her heels against the wood floor were as annoying as her nails were on his desk earlier in the week. 

“You requested my presents, King? ” Mock dripped in her tone, standing across from Seungcheol, arms crossed over her chest. 

Biting the inside of his cheek, he could feel the ache in his jaw from how tense he was. The air of confidence she walked in with wasn’t one of facade he had seen before, she actually had the confidence she was putting off.

“I have handled the situation regarding Chan.” Attempting to keep his tone level, Seungcheol forced the words out. 

“Good, I was ready to walk in here after work and bitch at you some more if you didn’t.” 

“Mouse, what you did was highly inappropriate, how did you even get to the fucking warehouse on your own?” 

Rolling her eyes, she placed a hand on her hip. “I’m not going to rat out my source.” 

“Of course you won’t.” Displeased with the answer, Seungcheol stood from his desk, using his height to stare down at Mouse with the lingering anger from Monday from her audacity and attitude. “Listen to me and listen to me well, Mouse…If you ever pull something like that ever again, I really won’t hesitate to put a gun to your head and pull the trigger.” 

Her eyes scanned him, looking over his stance, more than likely the tension in his shoulders before her eyes landed back on his face. She was smiling , one similar to a devilish smile Seokmin and Jeonghan have worn before. That cocky confidence was there and the blood in his veins was on fire . 

Raising her hand, Mouse looked at her nails with that smile turning into a smirk. “I’m making burgers for dinner, text Joshua what you want on yours.” Her eyes flicked up to his, showing no remorse or concern for her previous actions and she turned on the balls of her feet, sauntering out of the office and closing the door. 

Seungcheol was left flabbergasted, wide eyed and stunned. He couldn’t figure out how to properly process the retort, let alone the fact she ignored him. Other members of the group wouldn’t have the balls enough to go against him seriously, even Joshua and Jeonghan. 

“Are you good?” Minghao’s voice startled him from his trance, unsure of how long he had been standing there, staring in the distance. 

“Hao- Can you make some noise when you walk in?” 

“I knocked.” 

Sighing, Seungcheol rubbed his forehead. “Did you? I wasn’t listening.” 

“I waited a few minutes but you didn’t answer so I walked in.” He defended himself with no force behind his words. Minghao tilted his head curiously, hands sliding into his pockets. 

“Did you need something?” 

“Not particularly, I saw Mouse coming out of here and I got curious.” Maybe there was some joking to Minghao’s tone now that he was paying attention. 

“She gets on my last nerve.” 

Minghao giggled, shoulders shaking the slightest bit. “I think you are more shocked she isn’t scared of you, serious or not, Cheol. We might all not fear you, but we know when you are serious and have meaning behind your words. Mouse isn’t afraid to push your buttons during those moments.” 

“You make it sound like I can’t be a normal guy.” 

“Seungcheol,” Minghao raised a brow, “Let’s be honest here, you haven’t really shown Mouse that you can be normal or that you aren’t constantly pissed off at her.” 

“That isn’t true-” 

“Outside of the new car and at Ruby a few weeks ago, give me one example where you have been nice to Mouse. Actually nice, not fake nice.”

Seungcheol opened his mouth to answer but he paused. He didn’t expect to actually have to think about it, usually he could think of something easily for anyone else. Wracking his brain, he attempted to think back through the times he had spent with Mouse in any capacity. Any moment at the Gala didn’t count, he also wouldn’t count the car… Oh! He got food for Mouse after Mingyu- Wait no…Seokmin picked that up and he only brought it down instead. 

“Can’t think of anything? At all? In the months we’ve known her?” Unimpressed, Minghao nodded his head. “That’s what I thought.” 

“Can you not sound like a dick about it?” The whine he let out was childish, huffing and crossing his arms. “Have I really been that much of an asshole?” 

“Yes you have, everyone sees it.” 

“Fine! Fine- I’ll try and be nice.” 

“Good luck, Cheol.” 

“How the hell am I going to be nice to her?” Pacing his room after dinner, Seungcheol was at a loss. “She’d probably hate everything I’d do even if I tried…” 

Think, Cheol, think…There has to be something you could do with Mouse to get her to not think you are a total dick. 

And he continued to pace around his room, even managing to stand on his bed and walk over it a few times. Standing in his closet, he spun around in a circle a few times, seeing the pout on his face when he passed the mirror. 

“I feel like an idiot.” Looking at his reflection, Seungcheol sighed. “And I can’t think of anything.” 

He had one, maybe two, last resorts and he planned on using them. 

“Seokmin, I need your help.” 

Bursting into the other man’s bedroom, Seungcheol marched over to the bed once he closed the door, finding the other on his laptop, glasses perched on his nose. Thankfully it wasn’t too late but late enough that most were on their own for the night.

Looking over the top of his glass’s frames, Seokmin raised a brow. “Depends on what you need help with.” 

Seungcheol sat back against the headboard and hugged a pillow, pursing his lips in a deep pout. “Promise you won’t laugh, tell anyone, or kick me out of your room.”

Seokmin looked at him from head to toe before sitting up and closing his laptop. “Promise, but I want compensation for my time.” 

“Two days off.” 

“Four days off.” 

“Three.”

“Deal.” 

Seungcheol held out his hand for the other to shake which Seokmin did quickly. 

“What do you need, boss?” 

“I…Need to know how I can be nice to Mouse.” Though usually filled with confidence, Seungcheol sounded unsure and sank down in his spot when he caught the look on Seokmin’s face. 

Staring back at him, Seokmin’s mouth hung open and he blinked a few times to process the words he had just heard. Shaking his head quickly, he pushed his glasses up and fully sat up, criss-crossing his legs. 

“Repeat that.” 

“I need help in knowing how I can be nice to Mouse.” Groaning, Seungcheol frowned at the younger man. “Please don’t make me repeat it again, I’ve been pacing around my room for the last hour trying to figure something out but I can’t think of shit.” 

“Is this about the Chan thing because that isn’t-” 

“No!” Seungcheol cut him off, hugging the pillow closer to him. “Kinda…Minghao came into my office earlier after she walked out and said that I haven’t done one thing nice for her besides the car and that I should try and be nice to her since she only knows me as an asshole.” 

“Well, I mean…Minghao has a point, you have only threatened her, or kinda ignored her, or gave her attitude.” Seokmin pointed out and Seungcheol hit his head back against the headboard, sighing. “You, Wonwoo, and Mouse like video games, maybe play some games with them when she is in Pandora with him?” 

Nodding, he peered at Seokmin, still pouting as he stayed silent, making mental notes. 

“You could also just, not ignore her, ask her how her day was, stuff like that.” 

Simple enough… 

“I know we joke that Jeonghan and Joshua take her out a lot now, but it isn’t a bad thing, maybe get food with her and actually talk? Have a normal conversation? Be fucking normal? ” Seokmin looked back and forth at nothing in particular, thinking over some other things. “Don’t be King , be Seungcheol. From what I know, she more than likely thinks that you have no difference between King and yourself when everyone is different from who they are under watchful eyes.” 

Sighing once more, Seungcheol rested his chin on the pillow he held, running over everything his friend. 

“Anything else you suggest?” 

“Yeah,” Seokmin narrowed his eyes when Seungcheol met his gaze. “Stop threatening to kill her, it’s getting old and annoying.” 

“ Stop threatening to kill her.” Seungcheol mocked childishly, huffing in annoyance. “Fine.” 

Rolling his eyes, Seokmin moved to lay back down, getting comfortable in bed, pulling his blanket up to his chin. “Good, now get out, I want to watch a show and knock out.” 

“Yeah yeah,” Reaching over, Cheol ruffled some of Seokmin’s hair, hearing the younger man laugh as he got up. “Thanks, Min.” 

“Anytime, Cheol!” 

It wasn’t a surprise when he did find Mouse and Wonwoo in Pandora the next morning, both with a controller in hand on either side of the couch. Seungcheol got up early, specifically to see if they were downstairs while Mingyu was making breakfast. Both of them looked tired but awake enough to be invested into whatever they were playing.

When he opened the door, both of their heads turned, both with varying levels of surprise as he shuffled inside and took a seat on the couch between them. Neither of them said anything but he could feel their gazes on them. Seungcheol sat closer to Wonwoo than Mouse, shoving his hands into his sweatshirt pocket and nodded towards the screen. 

“Don’t mind me.” He saw Mouse’s eyes flick to Wonwoo before the game started once more and they settled back into comfortable silence. 

Though there wasn’t a word said, the two worked well together to get through the game. When Seungcheol had been down here, bored, watching Mingyu and Wonwoo play games, it was never quiet, usually the former complaining while Wonwoo was saving his ass. Once he was down here hearing Jihoon and Wonwoo play but those two were bickering like brothers, playfully insulting each other. 

Here, it was calm, neither seemingly wanting or needed to say a word to understand what needed to be done. Occasionally he would hear a hum from one of them if they got stuck and the other helped. Even when the two got through a section with relative ease, they didn’t make a sound. 

“Mouse!” Hearing Mingyu push the door open, breaking the shell of silence, the game was paused and the three turned their heads to see what the giant wanted. “Can you help me with the waffles?” 

“Waffles?” She laughed softly, tilting her head. “I thought French toast was the plan?” 

“I was but Joshua is still asleep! Waffles are easier!” Mingyu huffed, pouting. “Can you help?” 

Mouse looked back to Wonwoo, Seugncheol watching as she raised a brow and the other man snorted a laugh out his nose. She smiled with a louder chuckle now and placed the controller down. “I’ll be right up, Gyu, give me a second.” 

Seungcheol could visibly see Mingyu brighten, dark brown eyes wide and full of joy. “Great! Thank you!” And he was out the door and up the stairs.

“I feel like a mom.” Mouse laughed, standing up and stretching. “If it isn’t him, it’s someone else.” 

He could hear Wonwoo snort once more. “Sounds about right. Play after?” 

“Unless Chan wants to train, I don’t see why not.” With a small wave, she left, leaving Seungcheol and Wonwoo in the quiet space of Pandora. 

“Mind telling me why you came down here? It’s rare you are awake before breakfast.” Wonwoo saved and shut the game down, curiosity flitting through his eyes when they met Seungcheol’s. 

“Can’t I come down here when I want?” He…didn’t mean to sound that defensive. “Wait- shit, sorry, that made me sound like a dick-” 

“Does this have anything to do with Mouse?” 

Cheol sank down in his seat, pouting. “And if it does?”

“Was this about the conversation with Minghao?” 

“Does everyone know?!” 

“I wouldn’t say everyone but Minghao talked to Jun and I yesterday after dinner so...”

“I asked Seokmin how I could be nicer to Mouse.” Muttering out the words, Seungcheol pulled his hood up and around his face tightly. “Because I’m apparently the biggest asshole on the planet.” 

Wonwoo let out a deep rumble of a laugh, “No denying that one at some point. What did Min suggest?” 

“He said to come down here and play games with you guys for one… Then he suggested actually talking to her like a normal person. Not ignoring her, or threatening to kill her anymore…” 

“That part was getting kinda old.” 

“Shut up-” He huffed. “He also said that I should probably sit down and talk to her properly. Maybe it will help clear the air, I dunno.”

“What do you plan to do? Pick her up from work and take her out?” 

Pursing his lips, Seungcheol raised a brow. It wasn’t the worst idea…

Wonwoo laughed, shaking his head. “She probably wouldn’t even get into the car, Cheol.” 

“I can always ask-” 

“Sona is too much of Mouse’s friend to agree.” 

Standing up, Seungcheol huffed. “I’ll figure it out, I’m hungry.” 

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