#and was like 'that is both funny AND appropriate'

[muffinsin]

can I please get platonic hcs of the girls having/starting a friendship with a maid who relates to them and their sister dynamic? sorry if i worded that confusing, for example:

maid giggling after seeing bela lecture her sisters -> she asks whats funny -> “i’m sorry lady bela, its only that my younger sisters would also roll their eyes when I would lecture them, I relate to it and it reminded me of them”

or. “its okay lady daniela, my elder sisters always seemed busy for me too, i am sure they will make it up to you.”

i think the girls could use a friend to relate to them, it must be hard being super natural with the caudou and only able to relate to your family even if they annoy you

This one’s super wholesome😇! Comin right up ;)!

Masterlists

Bela

Adjusting to life at the castle was hard, at first

So many new people, so many new places, new tasks, the constant threat of death looming over the staff

You know, this comes mainly from the castle inhabitants, Alcina Dimitrescu and her three daughters

And yet, one of them- Bela, is the one to have made it a little easier for you, too

Unintentionally, at first

You’d clean up by her office a lot, keep your head bowed when she occasionally summoned her sisters to see her

And while you started out thinking the Dimitrescus were monsters- believing all those tales told about them- those interactions opened your eyes

Like when Bela- far more often than appropriate, really- is forced to scold her younger sisters

Often, you need to keep from smiling in those situations, remembering how you too had to look after and scold your sibling

You notice, Daniela is scolded the most, though Bela is a little harsher on Cassandra

Often, you therefore find Daniela in the office as well, her flies buzzing loudly, her head lowered as though too embarrassed to meet her sister’s eyes

At the same time, it seems the redhead gets far too distracted far too fast

And as such you can’t help but smile to yourself when you- almost every time- hear Bela calling out her name multiple times, as though trying to recapture her sister’s attention

At other times, Daniela turns to you, but before she can even get a word out Bela turns her back again

It’s familiar, almost, to see such human connection

After all, however inhuman and mutated they may be, they are a family

Then, one day, you no longer manage to hold back your giggles

This time, you’re working on organizing her desk, giving you a view of Cassandra’s face, rather than the usual view you get of Bela’s face and annoyed expression when scolding her sisters

And, quite frankly, you were not prepared

You lift your head when Cassandra groans, her head tilting back as her sister rambles on about her most recent killing spree

Then, when she faces her again and Bela demands she stays serious, you catch a glimpse of what has to be the most annoyed and sarcastic eye roll you have ever seen

You can’t help but giggle

You knew Daniela was a bit of a brat, being the youngest one, though didn’t take Cassandra for one

You giggle out loud, and immediately stop and cover your mouth when Bela turns and Cassandra’s eyes snap to you

She bares her teeth angrily, and when you see a sickle raising, you immediately take a step backwards, hoping the desk between you might shield you

Alas, Cassandra swarms across it easily, her sickle raised to your throat fast

You almost think this is the end, though your heart keeps beating and you breathe still, for when Cassandra raises her arm to slice at you, it’s caught by her sister

“Would you care to not slice up my maid, Cassandra?”

You’re certain, her intervention is the only reason you’re still alive

It seems, fortunately, she’s grown to like you. You’re quiet and hard working and have never bothered her or caused her trouble. Rare, certainly, among the staff

And when Cassandra eventually swarms off- both angry and embarrassed at her sister preventing her kill- it feels like you can breathe properly again, too

Immediately, you apologise;

“I apologize, Lady Bela. It’s just…it reminded me of my younger sister. She’d always roll her eyes at me when I scolded her, too. I couldn’t help but relate”

And while Bela seems nonchalant about your statement- insisting you just get back to work- she soon begins to act a little different towards you

You notice her attempts at making conversations, first

She tries to act casual, ask things she thinks are nonchalant

You know- she’s attempting to get to know you

To make a friend

The realization comes fast to you, having been in her shoes when starting out at the castle. Oddly enough, you never thought the Bela Dimitrescu would be awkward and have a difficult time making a friend

Or that she’d want you as a friend, for that matter

You indulge her, try to help her by being extra open

Eventually, she starts asking about your sisters a little more

And still, she tries to act casual, referring to “that time you mentioned having a younger sister”

And you find; you bond quickly over that

You find, below the surface and behind the curtains, Bela is not all that different from other older sisters

She’s carrying the burden of being the eldest, of having to manage not only herself and her sisters, but to also always lead by example, knowing she’s meant to be a role model

With you, she feels almost like being the eldest sister is fun. Like it’s nothing but a title, a role, not anything that comes with responsibilities and tasks

She’s relaxed, almost

And she finds a friend in you

In time, you notice her grow more and more comfortable and open around you

This is mostly expressed by her opening up and complaining to you about her sisters

Sometimes, it’s about how Cassandra kills and flirts left and right, preventing the staff from doing their work. Often, she complains about the two younger women not completing their tasks or “playing with their prey”, leaving Bela to clean up after them

This, you notice, gets her the most

You’re there to comfort her, help her turn it around by joking about the things and experiences you have in common

She feels comforted, having you like this

It’s not like she has a lot of friends, nor bothers trying to make them

But, she likes you

You understand her

Cassandra

Cassandra Dimitrescu does not have a friend

If one was to guess, they’d claim she is incapable of making friends, too

That none live long enough to even have the potential to be her friend

All except her sisters, of course

You learn early on, Cassandra is close to her family. Her mother, her older and younger sister. When not on her own, she’s often seen with them

Hunting with Daniela, especially

And yet- never a friend, per say

You are her first

It starts natural enough, when you’re cleaning out her dungeons and overhear her having a fight with her older sister

The topic; you’re not too sure about

Something about Cassandra always playing with her food? No, not this time

This time, it seems she’s scolded for a task performed poorly

Notes on experiments, meant to help her sister out, so imprecise and written in messy handwriting the blonde hardly has use of them

When she joins you in the armory, the first thing she does is knock a couple of swords and shields you just polished off the walls

You flinch, but allow her to act out her anger

You continue working, try to be subtle

Still, she notices how you lay out her favorite sickle and position the wooden dummy for her, as though quietly inviting her to let out her anger

And just briefly, this has her shocked

When she takes you up on the silent offer- no longer nullifying your work

And while you’re somewhat curious about what’s got her this riled up and angry, you don’t push her

And as it turns out: you don’t need to

For when she’s done she rambles to herself, as if uncaring that you’re there

You listen to her spiral a little, her flies buzzing louder and louder, showing her anger and aggravation at her sister

Then- her hurt, you realise

You watch as she tears at the notes sitting in the corner of the room, her anger and hurt taking over

And just briefly, you forget all the other maidens and their warnings to never, never interact with the sisters- especially Cassandra

As a sibling, you can’t help but feel with her

As an older sibling and a middle child, you can’t help but reach for her

She flinches when you set a hand on her shoulder, and you almost forget that you perhaps should not be approaching her from behind like this

Momentarily, it’s unsure whether she will strike, both- embarrassed to be seen like this and angry to be touched so casually

“She doesn’t mean it”, you promise, and for just a moment there’s a flicker of hope and uncertainty in her angry, confused eyes

Again, you’re momentarily sure this is where you die, when that flicker goes away and turns to anger again

And she does push you, but her sickle does not sink into your skin

Instead, you watch as she swarms off, unsure what she’s feeling and why she chose to let you survive

Then, however, the next day, you awaken to her by your side, sitting at your bed and looking almost bored as she cleans her sickle

No other maid is in the room, though you suspect those who did not manage to flee on time now stain the sheets with their blood

You gulp as you sit up, hoping to understand why the sadistic brunette has decided to come here

Despite being a predator, she rarely makes it easy for herself and shows up in the maid quarters, after all

The answer is as simple as it is innocent:

Bonding

Cassandra is not one for words, and not one for relationships of any kind- including friendships

She isn’t sure how to make you her friend, but is convinced she doesn’t need to, either. She wants you to be her friend, and that’s that

For a long while you simply sit and try not to stare, unsure what the meaning of her presence is, and unsure what she is hoping to achieve

Then, at last, she begins to talk

She’s- complaining

Complaining about her sisters

You realise- she wants to be your friend. She wants to have someone outside of her family to talk to. Corpses just don’t do, you suppose, having heard her ramble off to them a good amount of time

And, as such, you listen

You nod and hum, showing every bit of relation you feel as a sibling yourself

By the end of it, she sends you a bloody smile, and you feel almost like you passed some kind of test to her

Like you’ve proven yourself worthy

Then, as though deeming the conversation done, she swarms away, leaving you a little surprised, but happy to have made an unlikely friend

She visits you nearly every day from then on, and the two of you grow closer

You tell her of your life- of your sisters, a little of the life at the castle

Often, she complains about Bela, and rarely even about Daniela

You soon learn she feels almost neglected, wanting to prove herself and prove she’s as capable as her older sister while only ever triggering fights when she doesn’t get it right

You learn, she is frustrated, and often only ever starts fighting her sisters to gain their attention

At other times, Cassandra feels annoyed at both, Bela’s sternness and Daniela’s immaturity

You’re there for her, listen to her, even give advice when you feel it’s needed

In turn, she listens to you when you share things about your life, your family

You find that at times, she almost seems curious about a sense of normalcy, even as she out of all Dimitrescu sisters would not want to be normal or mortal

You indulge her still, tell her of what a rather normal family and dynamic is like

In return, you not once get in trouble with her sisters or other maids, Cassandra’s unspoken claim over you definite. All know you’re dear to her in some way

She appreciates being your friend

Daniela

Poor, misunderstood Daniela

Lonely, so very often

Of course, there are her sisters, and her mother. She loves them, more than words can express and actions can show. They’re her world

And she knows, she is theirs, too

They just don’t always have time for her

Like when Mother is locked in her office, working tirelessly for Mother Miranda every day and barely even has time to scratch her head and play with her hair when she already swarms inside- uncaring of the locked door- and plants herself on her lap

Or when Bela insists, she has no time for childish games when Daniela just wants to play because she’s so bored!

Or when even Cassandra is busy, groaning and rolling her eyes as she shoos her younger sister away, insisting she’s busy

Then, of course, there is the staff

Daniela loves playing with the staff!

But…the staff does not like playing with her

As hard as she tries, she just can’t manage to make a friend. And when she does, she can’t help herself, far too excited, and often causes their death by her own hand

Tragedy, in her eyes

She just wants someone to be with. A lover. A friend. Her sisters. Anyone!

No one

No one, until you

You’re cleaning at the main hall, keeping quietly to yourself when you’re approached by Cassandra and are sure it means the end

And, glancing at her bloodied sickle, you would have likely been right

If Daniela did not swarm in the large room, too

Not daring to look away from Cassandra, you watch as her younger sister as she throws her arms around her, whining something you can just barely make out over the loud, buzzing flies

You gulp, watching the brunette quickly grow annoyed. You didn’t catch Daniela’s words, but judged by her sister’s eye roll, you have a pretty good idea that it must have annoyed her

You do, however, catch Cassandra’s words:

“Not now, Dani. Can’t you see I’m busy…?!”, she groans, her sickle swinging as if she’s not yet decided what to do with you

You gulp, watching the exchange quietly. Even in the face of death, you can’t help but feel for the younger sister

Her face falls, her wide, happy smile fades and she almost looks like a kicked puppy

You’re almost taken back, reminded of times you too wanted to spend time with your older sister and heard the famous words; “I’m busy”

Unlike you once did, Daniela tries to ask again, her eyes wide and hopeful, as though thinking her sister might still change her mind

This time, Cassandra groans again, her body turning from you and turning into a massive swarm of flies

“Annoy Bela!”, is all you hear from her still as you watch

And while your focus should perhaps be that you didn’t die- and you ought to be happy about this- you can’t help but turn your head towards Daniela, whose eyes are so watery it looks like she’s just barely holding back tears

She’s playing with the fabric of her dress, as though anxious or restless

You imagine she’s asked her eldest sister and mother to spend time with her already

And, despite the rumors surrounding Daniela Dimitrescu, you feel for her

You’re not sure what’s gotten into you, or what’s caused this spark of bravery. Maybe, you just let her vulnerable appearance fool you into thinking she isn’t capable of killing you, too

You reach forward, and the thought of yourself and your past feelings fresh on your mind, can’t help but be bold enough to wipe away the single tear that escaped her

Immediately, she looks at you, taken from her strange trance

And as if she had known you for ages, she throws herself at you, making you gasp

Her arms are tight around you, a little uncomfortably so, but as you hear the taller woman cry silently against you, you “allow” her to hold on nonetheless

“It will be okay, Lady Daniela”, you promise, keeping your voice low. “My older sisters always seemed busy for me too, I’m sure they will make it up to you”, you offer, almost flinching yet again when she suddenly pulls back to look at you

This time, though, she’s smiling widely, and you once again feel her hug you

“You’ll be my friend!”

It’s less of a question, really, and more of a statement that leaves no room for disagreement

You don’t speak up, only smile and nod, unsure what this means for you

As it turns out, you like being her friend

Daniela is energetic and family dynamic wise at least you see a lot of yourself in her

You see, she’s just lonely, gets lonely fast, and wants someone to play with

She wants to be around someone, almost always

Often, she’ll end up rambling to you about her sisters. Often, she insists they’re being “unfair” and asks whether your sisters are like that, too

Surprisingly, Daniela genuinely makes for a good friend

She’s interested in your life, loves to tell you about hers, and above all she loves to have a good time and explore new interests

Most days, she’ll drag you along to show you her favorite spots in the castle or forest, even as she keeps a tight grip on you- a little like a leash, like she’s worried you might run off (as you’ve heard many have tried before you)

At other times, she likes to bring you to the library or her room, show you her favorite books and dresses while telling you about her sisters

It allows you to see them in a different light, really

That they are not just monsters, mindless, sadistic, murderous and nothing else, even as they are the latter

They’re a family. A bit of an unusual one, but a family nonetheless

A family, which you are happy to get to know more through her eyes

[victorluvsalice]

VITD Sims Lookbook: Victor

All right, we've seen Smiler -- time to move onto the group's beloved Whisper, Victor!

First up, a perfect everyday casual outfit for Victor once he ditches his parents and moves in with Smiler and Alice -- look at that nice red waistcoat! :D This Realm of Magic top actually looks something like what you might see if the Victor in the movie took off his tie and his jacket -- yeah, okay, it's more brightly colored, but poor Victor deserves to have a bit of color in his life, damn it. XD

For bedtime, we have some lovely blue pajamas for my boy. I went for a slightly-mismatched look between the solid blue top and the striped pants, but I think it works for him. (Besides, most of my own pajamas are like that.)

For those sort-of-formal party situations (or any situation where Victor might want a nice jacket), I decided Victor had to have this particular Realm of Magic jacket because it has a little silver moth pin on it! :D That is very much in keeping with Victor's aesthetic. Though looking at the pants again, not sold on those thick cuffs -- I think they make poor Victor's feet look even smaller.

And for those times when Victor has to go full formal, here we have him showing off the Authoritative Aristocrat's Suit from History Lover's Sims Blog! (Paired, of course, with a Simmer of the Dawn top hat.) This looked like a good "fancy" outfit for Victor, even if he is "new money" rather than an aristocrat. XD Feels, again, like something he might actually wear in the movie if we ever saw him at his actual wedding, or going to a fancy party.

As for when Victor needs to get athletic -- okay, I know this is one of the teen High School Years sports team outfits, but I really liked it on Victor as it felt like he was throwing on his old "private school" gym kit for working out. XD It just fits him! (Though I guess this does imply that private schools exist in my Valicer In The Dark AU -- maybe as part of the universities? *shrug* I shall have to update my worldbuilding!)

And finally, Victor gets his own comfy sweater to hang out in for those nippy days around Duskwall! Part of me wonders if the undershirt is a bit too casual for Victor, but I really like the sweater itself -- and he's supposed to reject his nouveau riche upbringing and become at least a little bit less of an anxious mess during his time with the Three Pillars, so hell with it. Victor can have proper casual looks. :p

[aroaceleovaldez]

thinking about Piper's claiming scene in TLH but instead of her getting the stupid dress (that isn't even Greek-style it's just stupid) she gets a tear dress. cause that'd be fun.

[pixelatedraindrops]

Yuma Month: Day 9: Love

I think that he forgot his love identity too… 💓💦

[piscean-dragon]

Doodle dump from the last ~3 months of learning procreate !!

[tj-crochets]

Went to the doctor just for a check up and he basically just told me "your body just processes sugar very well! :) :) :) It's a good thing! :) :) :) It can't possibly be the source of your symptoms even though eating fixes it :) :) :)" But there was also a moment when talking about my iron deficiency that is possibly one of the funniest things a doctor has ever said to me, up with the cardiologist who said "you're a medical mystery": He was going over my blood test results, and said "Your iron levels haven't gone up at all, they are still extremely low, but you're not anemic anymore" And I was like how am I not anemic anymore??? And he said "Your hemoglobin levels have gone up...somehow..." while frowning at the blood test results on his computer. It was very "somehow, palpatine has returned" lol

[logicpng]

i'm in the middle of juggling a move, work, and just Living in general, of course i'm gonna doodle my new blorbo a little too much to cope

anyway here's expressions tests

[ranger-danger]

I need to make a comic of Neera semi desperately semi frustrated trying to explain to Faron that no, developing random magical abilities, over night, after nightmares is infact, not that normal.

[devils-dares]

now who's gonna explain to me why matt did the thing with his eyes in dd 11 cause i'm still trying to figure out how exactly that was a bargaining chip

[lost-and-cursed]

As someone who have been jokingly gaslighted, it's not necessarily disqualifyer

I just saw someone say the words "jokingly gaslight" this might be a good time to reintroduce the internet to the terms "lying" or perhaps "pranking" or even just "joking" on it's own

[dreamyeyedrose]

I mean I feel like the point that believing in a gender binary is inherently racist should be a bigger point but so many people aren't ready to have that conversation

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push the heel of my palm into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[gaydryad]

oh also why are there So Many trade evolutions

[dreamdripdistance]

FUN FACT its bc they canonically do!!! its shown in the ref sheet and a doodle by id5!

(i just love exaggerating them lol)

i love this... heh.... fruity fella

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ CAN I PUT YOU ON HOLD? ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ he picks up the phone in the middle of fucking you. NSFW

contents: fem!reader. cunniligus, lil' bit of dirty talk and more... i'm too tired to type it all out </3

author's note: idk personally i wouldn't take that.. but i guess i would if it was satoru. anywaysss enjoy

satoru's a busy man — balancing his responsibilities as a teacher and as a sorcerer is no easy task, but he finds a way to make it work.

anyone who's known him for longer than a minute can easily tell that satoru's committed to his line of work. as much as he complains about it, the truth is that it's one of his top priorities. maybe even the first one.

and you get a taste of just how devoted satoru is when he picks up the phone in the middle of fucking you. 

"hello?" satoru cooes, eyes focused on your indignant expression as he holds a finger to his lips. "yeah, i'm free to talk. what is it?"

"free to talk?" you mouth at him incredulously. satoru replies with a wink and grins, enjoying the show. you're still pinned underneath him, bedsheets haphazardly strewn across your body, and satoru savors the sight of you all needy and pouty.

"yeah, take your time," satoru says amusedly to whoever's on the other side of the phone after a moment. when you reach up and swat satoru's chest indignantly, he uses his free hand to pin your wrists above your head, a clear warning in his eyes.

after a couple of mhm's and of course's, the conversation still isn't over. your patience is waning — who is satoru to just stop in the middle of fucking you to pick up a phone call and say that he's free to talk?

you try to distract yourself by thinking about the mindblowing sex you were having just minutes ago. the longing, glassy stares; the red scratch marks down satoru's back; and of course you couldn't leave out the words.

"fuck, you're taking me so well, sweetheart." "atta girl, you're a natural slut, aren't ya?" "your pussy was made to be fucked by me, wasn't it?"

how did that turn into "yeah, make sure the higher-ups know about this, otherwise they'll give me hell for it. mhm"?

after another bland minute, satoru rolls off of you and sits up with his back against the headboard, sheets falling to expose everything from his waist up. 

you whine in impatience, glaring at him like a sullen child. satoru basically just edged you — one second you're about to get to best orgasm of your life, the next you're forced to watch your boyfriend chat on the phone nonchalantly as if he wasn't just moaning your name like a slut three minutes earlier.

satoru shoots a glare at you and pats his lap, pressing a finger to his lips as a reminder to stay quiet.

well then, he shouldn't have picked up the phone in the middle of fucking you.

you scoot yourself into his lap, purposefully positioning yourself so that your pussy just barely rubs against the head of satoru's still-dripping cock.

it's so worth it when you hear satoru inhale a sharp breath and start to squirm under you, somehow both trying to push himself inside but also trying to inch himself away. it's like he can't decide, but the way his face flushes red speaks volumes.

his voice is breathier than normal as he squeezes his watery eyes shut. "yeah yeah, that's perfect. you mind if i put y'on hold for a sec? alright, thanks."

you glance over at satoru as he retracts the phone from his ear and puts it on mute. not even a second later, he's back on you, manhandling you into a position where he can comfortably eat your pussy, a cheeky smile on his lips.

"you think you're so fucking funny, don't ya?" satoru cooes, looking up at you as he eats you out sloppily. a mixture of his saliva and your essence drips down his chin, and the lewd sounds slipping from his lips are pornworthy. the wail that slips out of your lips when satoru bites down on your thigh hard enough to leave a mark is anything but appropriate, especially when he presses his lips back to your pussy and laughs in the middle of tonguefucking you.

"fuck, you're so lucky my phone's on mute right now," satoru groans, still buried in between your thighs. "god, if my old man could hear you now—"

"your dad's on the other end of the phone?!" you gasp, swatting satoru's head and frantically reaching over him to check if the phone was actually on mute — knowing satoru, it could've just slipped his mind. intentionally.

satoru scowls, muttering a reminder for you to stay still while he eats his dessert before rolling his eyes and grumbling "what does it matter?"

"uh, that's embarrassing!" you whine. when satoru nudges his nose against you again, you reluctantly spread your thighs for him so he can continue his meal. satoru mumbles a thanks, but he doesn't respond beyond that.

"satoru!"

"what??"

"don't you have to finish your call?"

satoru sticks out his bottom lip, fixing his cerulean eyes on you and pouting. "you were just complaining about the call and now you want me to go back??"

"it's your dad, satoru," you groan, pushing his shoulders away from your legs and ignoring his protests. "you don't get any more pussy until you finish that damn call."

"i hate you."

"love you lots, baby."

satoru sighs dramatically and unmutes the call, not bothering to respond to his dad's questions with answers longer than a word or two. after another minute of this, his dad finally hangs up and satoru lets out an elated cheer.

he turns to you with a mischievous smirk. 

"now, where were we?"

[urstruly-ghst]

why are you covered in kisses ?! (pt. 2) - randoms

in which you see them awake covered in your kiss marks

author's note: i loved this scenario

vil schoenheit

insane, is all vil can say as he saw how smudged your lipstick were. you blush and try to wipe off your work, he laughed, its cute that you think you can get off the work he asked you of. your hand was caught in his strong hand and vil simply just smiled.

"how cute, you think you can remove this? my, potato, i asked for this." he said as vil swats your hand gently and kissed you passionately.

you blush heavily and felt warm, vil pulled away and smiled. vil smiled proudly as he covered you in kisses as well. the soft kisses was filled with adoration for you, it translated well as it leaves you shaking.

vil schoenheit prides his creation and looked at the mirror, both of you dishevelled and covered in each other's lipstick.

"yes, this is the only appropriate way for me to mark you." he nodded.

idia shroud

idia was born with features that were different from you, soon, they became your target of interest. you didn't know what came over you, but those kisses were far too good to stop.

your lipstick stained the blue on his skin, his pals skin littered in a light pink. it was a sight. idia was ablaze and stuttering words of devotion and confusion— he was literally just taking a nap?

"ah. ah. stop, im not done!" you whine as you cup his cheeks, he looked at his phone to check how long has he been under your kisses. idia was shocked and saw the copious amounts of kiss marks.

"woah! this is totally... okay! wait— its not just okay, its great! like its..." he was running out of words as you drown him in the love and care.

malleus draconia

its rare to catch him have a nap. malleus rarely needs to nap, he prefers a long sleep that'll sustain him for the day. but, who was he to deny your whims?

what he didn't expect was the kisses that will awaken him. malleus jolts and smirks at the way your kisses soothe him away from slumber to reality.

"mmh. my dear child of man, what seems to be this display?" malleus joked as your kisses halted with a small smile. you lipstick was smudged and you explain that you couldn't help but kiss him.

malleus stood up and decided carried you to the mirror in his room to admire the handiwork of your love.

"such display needs to be immortalized, no?" he asks as you brought out your camera happily nodding at the notion.

lilia vanrouge

lilia was the one who initiated things, he made it a funny tradition to cover you in kisses. unluckily for you, you never get a chance to get "revenge," until now!

he was fairly tired and you did everything in your power to get him sleepy. and when he relaxed and snoozed, you finally gave him the "revenge" of being marked with your lipstick. but, what you didn't know, lilia was smiling through it all

"ufufu~ ah, my little minx" he said as he "woke up" and seeing the multitude of kisses on his pale face. you smile and he clicks his tongue playfully. "it seems i let my guard down, no?"

lilia shakes his head playfully dejected before grabbing you and trying to "avenge" himself from the kiss monster

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