#he’s literally fighting the mc over hand cream

[straygodess]

when they said ship wars I didn’t expect fighting with myself whether I want the main character to end up with the mean rich asian girl who is also a fashion icon and a great friend or the mean rich asian guy who is also a fashion icon and a great friend

[dpspcehntr]

ZAYNE: An Introduction

Xavier | Rafayel | Sylus

Pairing: Zayne x Reader

Word Count: 0.8k

Warnings: The morning after, fingering (f receiving), P in V, cream pie (wrap it before you tap it), premature ejaculation (if you squint),

Welcome to part 2 of this series! This series is me introducing you all to how I write for them. Requests are open and feel free to leave a comment cause I love them and read them. It also keeps me motivated!

A/N: Reader uses they/them pronouns but has the inner bits. I turned on one of my spicy playlist and this idea came to me while I was at work 😭. Can’t believe I get paid to fantasize about the boys while on the clock. Anyway this is about as fluffy and soft as I can go tbh 😭. I always picture him as the most delicate with the MC and it’s probably because he is literally their GP (general practitioner). I actually had a lot of fun with this one and I got kinda carried away. Let me know if I missed anything in the tags! Anyway! Enjoy!

“Good morning my love. Was your sleep adequate?”

Zayne plants a kiss on the top of your head as you stir awake.

“Adequate? You sound so serious like you weren’t inside me eight hours ago. But yes my sleep was “adequate.”

You lean up to plant a kiss on his lips and drape your arms around his neck. An off day for the both of you usually starts the night before. It starts innocently enough but pretty soon his fingers are buried inside you preparing you for the long night ahead. The morning sun shines in through the curtains as you take him in. Hair messy, lips swollen, eyes closed taking in the morning. You feel yourself fall just a little bit more in love with him.

“What are you thinking about?”

He breathes out, catching you staring at him. He breaks out into a blush as you slide your hands down to his chest. You toy with one of his nipples absentmindedly.

“How you love me. How you make love to me. How happy I am I have you.”

He lays you down on your back in one fluid motion. You immediately open your legs to him and he chuckles.

“And someone complained they’d be sore today. Seems like they’re just fine to me.”

With one hand he grips your hip while the other lightly rubs your clit. You arch your back into his touch but it’s not enough. A whimper slips past your lips as you bite your lip.

“Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.”

Still prepped from the night before he slides in two fingers with ease. You arch higher desperate to feel him in every cell of your body. With expert precision he finds your sweet spot and doesn’t let up. All composure leaves you as you fall apart on his fingers. He continues to fuck and scissor you open with expert care as you fight the urge to fuck yourself on his fingers. You feel the familiar clench and in your stomach but before you can hold it off he flicks your clit with his thumb. Every nerve in your body snaps and you cry out his name as your orgasm crashes over you. Your body shakes and bends into his touch extending your release. As you’re coming down from his touch you make eye contact with him. He slides all three fingers onto his tongue and begins to suck. He moans as he savors the taste of you in his mouth and you can’t look away. He releases them with a pop and sits up. You reach for his face and lean up to kiss him. He opens his mouth to you and you taste yourself on him. The taste of you on his lips made you wet all over again. He pulls away with a groan. You can feel how hard he is and you feel yourself about to gush. He sits back on his heels and looks you directly in the eyes.

“Are you okay? Do you want to continue?”

“Yes. Please fuck me.”

With no hesitation he lays you down once again while lining himself up with your entrance. You sigh as he slowly pushes in, rubbing circles on your hips to get you to relax. Your body is still alight from your last high you know you won’t last much longer. With one more thrust he bottoms out. You both stay there for a moment listening to each other breathe. He starts a slow pace trying to hold off both of your releases but it’s just not enough for either of you. You run your nails down his back in hopes he’d speed up. Your back is arched, moaning right in his ear as he goes harder. He mutters and groans your name and you know he’s close. You’re not fairing much better, tendering right on the edge. The nerves in your body are once again on edge begging for release.

“Zayne I’m close, cum for me.”

The unexpected command has him blowing his load deep inside of you before he’s ready. The feeling of his cum filling you up makes you clench down, your release milking him dry. You both stay like this for a while, processing what exactly just happened.

“I think you like commands Doctor Zayne.”

He pulls out of you with a whine while blushing a deep shade of red.

“It would appear so. I think this requires further research.”

He assesses the mess you’ve both just made and gets up to get a wash cloth. He comes back and begins to wipe you down with his familiar gentle touch.

“But for now just rest.”

He finishes cleaning up and comes to lay back down with you. He pulls you into his arms and lays his head on yours. Snuggled up in Zayne’s arms, you listen to his heartbeat. The subtle drum of it lulling you back to sleep.

[enhafilthandfiction]

Enhypen - when you're on your period

A/N: Helloooo! This wasn't a request but I feel like writing this reaction since I'm currently on my period >:( Ughhh pls send help

Pairing : Bf!Enha X Fem!Reader

Warnings : Blood (obvi), food, crack, mentions of sex in jake's

Word count : 1,361 words (about 150 words each)

Masterlist - Tips

♡ Lee Heeseung ♡

His heart would break seeing you like this

he would immediately notice you got your period, but wouldn't say anything to save you some 'embarrassment'.

He'd act nonchalant and chill, wanting to just chill whilst you were both at home and procrastinating.

"What ya wanna do?" he asks, once you come out of the bathroom for the millionth time. (It felt like that for him)

He'd let you pick whatever you wanna do and gives in, even if you wanted to test your makeup on him or paint his nails 😭

He ain't saying no

You end up watching a movie when the cramps became a little too much, laying on the couch with him behind you, hands wrapped around your waist, but ready to let go of you whenever you need to use the bathroom (again)

Hearing you whimper in pain would pain him as well, gently bringing his hand over to your tummy to rub in circles.

It doesn't really do anything tbh, maybe distract you, but you appreciate him trying 🥺

Later, he'd definitely make you some ramen, insisting that it was the only food that would cure your cramps and upset mood.

Will definitely sing you to sleep, that's why his head voice is so good.

♡ Park Jay ♡

Everyone says this but : MOM MODE ONNNN 🤗😌

Literally won't stop making sure you're good

and he's prob the most chill about it, like its not a big deal at all

he's just very mature

"You sure you have everything?"

"Don't be shy y/n, it's okay"

"I don't mind buying them for you"

And he does, bc cool boyfriends arent embarrassed to buy tampons 😎

Oh wait

"Pads or tampons?" "Ah ok" "What size exactly??" "Got it"

Hurries up bc he doesn't wanna leave you alone for too long.

Asks you what you wanna eat and will literally cook you anything

pasta with ice cream sauce? Ok

Pineapple on pizza? Ok

cook you his pet fish? Also ok

Makes you tea before bed, because he insists its good to prevent cramps

Might cuddle up in bed and lets you rest your head on his chest as he reads you a book of your choice.

Jay reading to you in that American accent 😩

♡ Sim Jake ♡

Boi does his research

he knows it has to do with periods and hormones when you start acting up

Is lowkey scared so he relies on google to provide him with answers.

"Ughhh, Jake, my cramps are getting worse" you whine, still laying in bed, scrunching up your face

He smiles brightly as he remembers of his searches

"I've heard that having sex could reduce period cramps" he announces proudly, looking at you like 😏

"You're seriously tryna get your dick wet rn??" you get mad and start throwing pillows at him.

"N-Nah but for real!!" He protests, ducking your hits "Seriously, I've read it online" he says in his defence, trying to catch his breath from that near pillow fight

"Damn, since when did you get so good at pillow fighting?" he tries to compliment but it only makes you wanna punch his bicep playfully.

You whine out in pain again, gripping onto his sitting figure at the edge of the bed. "What I am supposed to do?" he questions, haven already given you one alternative.

"Oh, how about we listen to my boy Justin?" he asks, already whipping out his phone

"Noooo, Enhypen is so much better dude" you reply, glaring at him

he agrees and puts on 'pass the mic'

He pushed your shoulders playfully "You got -pushed -pushed" he sings along

"JAKEEE"

Anyway, ends up buying you mc donalds and ice cream to make it up to you

he rly tries but he's a little clueless tbh.

♡ Park Sunghoon ♡

Bro lowkey ghosts you and avoids you

he knows that you're in a bad mood, and he doesn't wanna make it worse with uncontrollable teasing 😭

when you notice his distant behaviour, it only makes you even more upset

"HOON" you yell at him from the other room

he knows he fcked up and feel like he's boutta get his ass whooped.

He makes it hesitantly to your room, regretting it immediately when he sees your pout.

"H-hi y/n, he stutters, thinking of whatever he's gonna say, not wanting to upset your hormones.

"Hoon, why are you avoiding me?" the first tear rolls down your cheek "I'm literally bleeding and you're leaving me alone!" you burst out crying.

He stand there, biting his bottom lip, contemplating what to do

"C-can I hug you?" he asks, moving closer to you. He wraps his arms around you when you nod, pulling you in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry y/n, I thought you wanted to be left alone" he reasons, making sure you know he's sorry

"Its fine" you so sob into his shirt "Now can we watch your ice skating videos and cuddle?" you smile up at him suddenly, flattering your previously wet eyelashes to convince him.

He sighs, knowing you'll just burst out crying again if he doesn't agree

You reach for the remote, pulling on one of his ice skating videos.

He's already on your bed, hands behind his head, almost drifting off

"You look like a grandpa" you laugh, climbing onto your bed and getting closer to him, when the video starts playing.

"He wants to 'compliment' you back, but he fears he'll upset your hormones so he just doesn't say anything for your sake.

♡ Kim Sunoo ♡

A literal sweetheart

Almost like your bestie tbh

He cares about you so much and clearly shows it when your in these situations.

He doesn't hesitate to literally do everything for you

Take off your make up and does your skin care routine for you

Might even wash you if you're too tired to shower lmao

He pouts at you whenever you get cramps, wishing to take them away from you, just to see you smile again.

"My poor baby" he would say, hugging you close to him, gently, not to hurt you or anything.

He'd also be the best at tittie rubs

Like if your breasts were sore, he wouldn't mind massaging them, his soft hands easing some of the pressure on your chest.

You might even fall asleep like that, his hands on your chest under your top, acting like your bra as he sleeps behind you.

♡ Yang Jungwon ♡

Very mature #2

Cares a lot about you and worries

Studies and researches about it so you won't have bad periods :(

Worries when you wear tampons

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Is it safe though?"

"Y/n, I don't think you should sleep t-tampons because you know, it m-might get stuck in there or something"

He just wants to make sure you're okay

"Ok gynaecologist 😀"

He doesn't really mind if you bleed on his sheets, as long as you aren't wearing tampons to bed

"It's fine sweetie, I'll clean it up"

Doesn't get mad or anything, changes the sheets and makes you change

Definitely cuddles you to sleep and holds your hand if the cramps get too much

♡ Nishimura Riki ♡

Teases the hell out of you

But also tries to help if you get cramps

If he sees you on the couch, he'll crawl in behind you, placing his hands on your hips.

He squeezes your waist

"My little ketchup bottle" he coos

"Nikiii" you try to squirm away embarrassed by his comment.

Definitely rubs your tummy if the cramps get too much

Slightly awkward at first and he feels a little shy doing it

"This okay?" he asks, rubbing circles in your tummy

You don't have the heart to tell him that it doesn't help but at least its a good distraction.

When he leaves for practise, he'll definitely leave you a plushy, big enough that you can hug it close

"Maybe this plushy will help :]" gives you his favourite plushy :(

He'll overall check up on you a lot, and really tried his best to help you out

I need a sweet boy like niki 😭

Hello! Thankyou for reading! Hope y'all are okay and remember that periods only last about a week! You got it!! For anyone who get cramps, I hope they're not as bad or get better :)

Lyyyy <333

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[wordsvomit101]

This will be a short one, with credits to Hikifans (@shyanimeboi), and here is the link: https://twitter.com/shyanimeboi/status/1778300826995335505

I will use metaphors this, a lot of metaphors for the H-scenes if you're curious. Hopefully it Bible friendly.

Ok here we go

I could never be an MC, like I cannot be a player, I do not have the rizz to think of another man while rubbing another dude's abs like this

Well MC isn't wrong, I barely see his abs in his S card. The guy looks broad but I thought he wore baggy clothes the longer I look at him.

So Ppyong slipped into MC's clothes and touched her soft stomach and apparently, it might be MC's weak spot causing her huha be quaking and ya'll:

It might seem normal but think it is the regular Ppyong saying it. MC is stronger than me cause I would already be laughing at the images in my head

I'm so gonna draw this, but it gonna be Minhyeok wearing what he wears in my other fics-

Are we fighting???

"Was always careful with you"... in what??? In WHAT????

... I guess the reason why I like this ship so much is how it could work. It's weird, but it's not as weird as MC's romances. They literally felt like that side couple or ship in drama media that I often like more than the main couple. I'm also a sucker for the friends-to-lovers trope

WOAH OK- Sir you spend too much time with Sitri-

Wait- Hold up- MC has rizz- OMG they have rizz

YO she taco-ed her legs around his thighs and holding his waist and saying all this? Absurd- I could never- The girl got game

You don't have to call me out like that you know?

Idk why but it's kind of wholesome, his smile is so cute that it is hard to focus on the tension. Like that smile is a puppy smile but his hands do be parting MC's rear like Moses parting the Red Sea like- Bro is giving her booty a rubdown treatment

It can be somewhat flattering and comedic in fiction but it would be scary irl, but that's just me

I-🧍- Ihsbhjdabdsjbd- What? What do you mean by that?? *Shaking him on the shoulders* Ayo what do you mean by that??????

I need to calm tf down cause either I'm misreading and misunderstanding his words or the translation sucks but it could mean A FEW THINGS HERE SIR *(¬¬)🙄 bombastic,side eye(¬¬")(◔_◔)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)¬‿¬(ಡ᎔ಡ)( ͡º ꒳ ͡º)* and one of them is how you definitely want to be sandwiched between them-

Ok now this is the cringy smack metaphors territory, don't say I didn't warn you:

Ok so when I said his hands are kneading her double cheeks like dough I mean it, like he could rip both her pants and bum open right there-

Then he went on to ask if Minhyeok had ever seen her making her applesaucy face before and they were sweating because of their sitting marathon session with their hands and Ppyong dead ass told MC to lick his sweat to see if it was the same as Minhyeok.

And MC does what MC does, it doesn't matter if she doesn't know what Minhyeok tastes like, she sucks on Ppyong's face like he is the last ice cream cone in flaming summer. As if his face is a soft serve with zero net carbs, as if he is cannoli gelato, and her tongue is all over it, or in her words "like a dog that stuck his nose in a bowl as soon as the rein is released"

It tastes salty mixing with the sweet scent of flesh if you're wondering and she salivating all over his face. Going full Beelzebub on his face like she is slurping on the finest meal of her life. Hey at least, Ppyong enjoys it👍

Then when Ppyong asked if Minhyeok ever saw her this parched and MC recalled how Minhyeok always came into his room on time after she was done petting the cat, finding Nemo, sexy DIY, etc... you get the gist. MC speculated that Minhyeok was definitely outside waiting for her to be done like a peeping tom, you know, creeper behavior <3/jk

The thought makes MC dripping like a faucet, overflowing like a dam. Then they are back in their hands on investigating shenanigans and we get to the part where it would get the original poster banned on YouTube if they posted there. I also just gonna leave these here, MC is a player istg:

OK that's enough smut for this week bye-

[serenatheseraph]

lucifer battles for florida charmin toilet paper

So I made this (couldn’t find the human world Lucifer that was already transparent and I’m too lazy to edit clean like that anymore so deal with it)

I’m rooting for mephistopheles but I feel he won’t win. 😭

Thirteen: What are you doing here Solomon!

Solomon: *pushing a cart filled with mechanical repair things like wrench’s and a lot of stuff saying “fixes washing machine” blah blah and of course the detergent he needed*

Solomon: Trying to make sure Purgatory Hall still gets clean clothes…?

Thirteen: Ah I don’t care…but why’s purgatory hall altogether here!

Solomon: I didn’t take them with—

(Behind the bikes there were three sets of familiar blue eyes slightly declining in height through the small cracks you could see)

Solomon: Me. Get over here you three.

Luke: Hey! I didn’t even want to come here…he did! *points to Raphael*

Raphael: MC always talks about this Florida so I wanted to come also.

Simeon: And I do too!

Thirteen: Oh boy…lemme guess you came mainly so Raphael doesn’t fuck anything up?

Luke: Language!

Simeon: *Stares at Raphael who’s now emptily staring over at the office supplies across from them and then back at Thirteen and nervously nods*

Raphael: I could see that in the corner of my eye.

Mephistopheles: Are me and Lucifer suddenly just specs to you, Thirteen! When will we get this competition going?

Lucifer: Calm down, Mephistopheles, you may make this all much more foolish than it already is.

Mephistopheles: Says the same demon who shouted at the sight of seeing absolutely no charmin like a little girl!

Lucifer: I’m sorry, I’m not the same person who ran around Walmart in stilettos!

Mephistopheles: Why you…

[Out of literal no where a portal opened and Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, and Beelzebub came out. Lord Diavolo having his swimsuit on (with actual pants) and same for Barbatos] Diavolo: Hellooo Lucifer!~

Mephistopheles: And Mephistopheles!

Diavolo: Of course. Hello to you also Mephisto!

Luke: Hello, Lord Diavolo!

Barbatos: What are you all doing here?

Lucifer: Well. *inhale* Mephistopheles’ wanted to cause drama.

Mephistopheles: Me?! I saw that charmin first!

Lucifer: You and the lice in your hair!

Mephistopheles: How dare you!

Beelzebub: Why do you respond so generic…

Simeon: Why are you two fighting for toilet paper…

Solomon: Because humans are shitting more during the lockdown and there’s only one charmin in this whole Walmart.

Raphael: Pardon?

Luke: He means that all of a sudden people need to use the bathroom two times more than before.

Raphael: Humans are so strange.

Beelzebub: I second that.

Thirteen: Anyways. The first challenge is to get someone to help you get something out of one of the locked cabinets.

Lucifer: You mean all of the shelves? Their all locked!

Thirteen: Not from the cabinets out here I mean in the beauty section.

Mephistopheles: But they take literal hours getting over to the beauty section, even the person at the cashier register there!

Thirteen: You want charmin or no?

Lucifer and Mephistopheles: Y e s.

(They both race over to the beauty section, the rest of them following. Mammon on the other hand was stuck on the top shelf of the toilet paper)

Mammon: Help...guys?

Raphael: *looks up and sees Mammon, but decides to just walk away*

Mammon: RAPHAEL PLEASE!

Simeon: Who's doing all that yelling? They sound like Mammon!

Raphael: No one important.

Mammon's trust in Raphael: 💔

Thirteen: Anyways. Hope you guys have fun *pulls out popcorn and foldable chair*

Diavolo: I'm so glad I decided to come here, this is so fascinating!

Raphael: They're just repeatedly pressing the assistance needed button.

Diavolo: So intriguing.

Raphael: 💀

(Mephistopheles was standing at that one aisle thats legit right by the cashier buzzing the button while Lucifer was in the one before that, where the moisturizer cream stuff be at usually)

Little kid: Mom whys that guy pressing the button when the cashier is right there.

Mother of said kid: I don't know, Jimmy, but don't look at him.

Mephistopheles: Huh?!

Lucifer (other side of the wall): Haha.

Some other little kid: Woah sir your doing this for charmin?

Lucifer: Yes...sadly.

Some other little kid: I'd say what would you do for a tootsie pop but dang!

Lucifer: 💀

(Eventually after 2 hrs of waiting someone came to Lucifer)

Employee 1: Hey there sir what do you need?

Lucifer: ...My dignity and charmin.

Employee 1: What-?

Lucifer: A break.

Employee 1: Wh-

Mephistopheles: *storms over there* HEY! Your supposed to come to me first before Thirteen notice-

Thirteen: One point for Lucifer!

Mephistopheles: GOD DAMMIT LUCIFER!

Lucifer: Why are we in the garden section when it's 12 am.

Thirteen: I wanted yalls to find the biggest bird.

Solomon: That's a joke right.

Thirteen:

Solomon: RIGHT?!

Diavolo: *hiding on those high ass shelves somehow* Hehe they'll never figure out im the actual big bird *has big bird costume on*

Beelzebub: If their finding a bird wouldn’t it be inside by the poultry?

Thirteen: An alive big bird.

Beelzebub: Ooohhhh

Mephistopheles: But I’m wearing my favorite tie!

Thirteen: You want charmin or no.

Lucifer: He doesn’t he’s indecisive.

Mephistopheles: EVERYTHING I DO IS FOR DIAVOLO SO I DO WANT IT.

Lucifer: God dammit.

Luke: What type of bird lives in the garden section of Walmart.

Thirteen: The biggest bird.

(Diavolo seemed to have forgotten he needs to be quiet to not be seen so they could hear his goofy ass laughter echo in the many rows of garden shit)

Mephistopheles: Lord Diavolo is the biggest bird?

Thirteen: I wish Lord Diavolo could have kept quiet for longer.

Lucifer: Say goodbye to the charmin, Mephistopheles. *Lucifer soon jetted off looking through the shelves*

Mephistopheles: Oh no you don't! *Just picture this man struggling with those stilettos*

Luke: All for charmin.

Raphael: All for charmin. 💀

(Soon these idiots were tied 45-45)

Mephistopheles: Certainly I deserve charmin right?

Lucifer: I think we all can agree he can just buy rich people toilet paper.

Lord Diavolo: I can buy it for--

Lucifer: No.

Thirteen: If any of ya two can get the charmin first it's all his.

Mammon: YALL AIN'T GETTING THE CHARMIN!

(They all turn and see Mammon at the bike stand thing--holding the charmin)

Mephistopheles: You put that down, idiot!

Lucifer: You'll make him hold onto it, fool.

Lucifer: MAMMOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN PUT THAT DOWN AND GIVE IT TO ME BEFORE I STRING YOU UP FOR THE NEXT FIVE CENTURIES!

Mammon: 💀Nah.

Raphael: Give it to me, Mammon. Now.

Mammon: No >:c

Solomon: Why can't we just go somewhere else for charmin.

Mephistopheles and Lucifer: THIS IS A BATTLE BETWEEN US NOT YOU, HUMAN!

Solomon: Tsk. Okay.

Beelzebub: Hey is that MC.

Everyone but Beelzebub: WHERE?!

Beelzebub: False alarm...where'd the charmin go, Mammon?

*Somehow it sjust fucking gone*

Mammon: WHAT?!

you'll never know what happened cause i didnt have the balls to finish this >:)

[poisonouswritings]

Ozzy! [Is literally in your pocket]

Could I request the M4 and their reaction to someone slapping tf outta MC

saw this prompt from @terezipyropeandpyralspite

and I need it very badly

Like for Sage they're in a situation where his Ex slaps MC, or for Felix it's a noble Mc is standing up to on his behalf and stuff like that uehe

anyways I hope ur having a great day! I will continue to lurk in your inbox

Hey while you're in there can you tell me if I should get fries?

Can't believe I'm gonna write some murders

GN!Reader, slight->moderate violence, you get hugs and kisses after!!, I like defying expectations by having Felix and Anisa be the most violent, why do I never notice the fucking spelling mistakes until after I post, I accidentally downloaded the bird picture instead of copying the address so hey look a bird :)

Felix Escellun

So you guys are at a party or whatever,, something Escell made Felix go to for appearances,,, and then a noble is talking shit about Felix. Being like 'why is he allowed to be here when he spent five years gallivanting off with those band of freaks and wasting money' or whatever. And you storm over all ready to fight while Felix trails after you, trying to calm you down because Darling This Isn't Worth It but you refuse to listen because How Dare This Motherfucker Insult Felix (and the Starsworn) Like This and then you and the noble get into an argument

And you get back-handed right across the cheek. Hard.

Rip to you for trying to defend your boyfriend I guess

Anyways while you're stunned at the sudden pain lancing through your face.

And if the noble was wearing a ring or something and you now have a gash across your cheek??

Felix is Gonna Fucking Go Feral

No actually he won't he's surprisingly very composed

I mean he's livid but he hides it well.

He immediately pulls you aside to assess the damage, the gloating of the noble completely going over his-

oh wait no Felix sends a blast of energy into the noble's chest that's so big the asshole gets knocked off their feet and yeeted into a table.

And everyone at the party is like 'haha wtf' because suddenly someone is getting slapped and then within ten seconds Escell Mirun's son is committing a fucking homicide

Yeah you guys leave shortly after and do not get invited to any more parties. You tell Felix that wasn't necessary and he replies that you defending him wasn't necessary either.

... he feels a little guilty that you got involved. Definitely lavishes you with attention the next couple of days.

Florian sends a care basket with some healing creams and stuff for you because he's a sweetheart

Anisa Anka

Considering Anisa technically is a public figure she probably has like,, people that are loyal to her or something,,, followers,,,,

What I'm saying is one day you and Anisa get into an argument. You're both just having bad mornings and it ends up turning into a nasty disagreement that never had to happen in the first place. And so when she goes for her Sunstone training an hour later she's in a pissed mood. And she ends up off-handedly mentioning to someone that you two got into a fight

And one of her followers hears and is not happy.

When Anisa gets home that evening she sees you and said follower outside her apartment in a heated argument. You're telling the person to leave you the hell alone and mind their own business while the person is shouting in your face about How Dare You Disrespect Anisa Anka, The One Who Killed The Lord Of Shadows And Saved Astraea and all that

Anisa is already not happy about the situation. Frankly she was bringing you snacks to apologize for earlier, and based on the box of pastries you're holding you probably had the same idea.

Food is Anisa's love language damnit

Anyways she's about to intervene when you just

You don't even get slapped you get fucking decked in the face hard enough to make your head snap back. Rip the pastries you were holding because those hit the ground. Rip the pastries Anisa was holding because those hit the ground too because she's so !!!!!!!

She doesn't have One emotion she has All Of Them and they're all Murderous

You kinda space out for a minute because you hit your head really hard and when you snap back to it Anisa is fuckin

Oh she's fuckin got some blood in her clothes

Yeah,, I don't think that follower's nose is ever regaining it's original shape,,, and those teeth ain't getting put back in either,,,,,

,,,,,,,,, okay I know you're still out of it but you should probably go haul her off before she commits an actual murder

You finally manage to yank Anisa away, but not before she can kick your assailant in the stomach hard enough to make them retch and gag. She's shaking and has tears running down her face because in her mind she did this to you and thats horrifying.

You end up having to use the Astrolabe the heal the follower up enough that they can leave (and also so Anisa doesn't get arrested). Meanwhile Anisa is hovering at your side to make sure you don't pass out because you hit your head bad.

Once that's settled she tries to help you inside and take care of you but really she's so upset that you're taking care of her. She keeps crying and apologizing and it's just

It's a lot. When you finally do manage to get her to calm down enough to speak, she says she's never felt like that before. That raw hatred, that darkness, that craving for violence... It scares her. She doesn't want to feel like that ever again.

You can't help but remember the Ex Nihilo poster. Anisa in red armor and with that gleeful, bloodlust-filled smile on her face. She mutters that because of her father, there's a darkness inside her.

She's so,,,

She's so sorry,,,,

Sage Lesath

You expected to run into Sage's exes at the bar. Maybe the marketplace. You know where you weren't expecting?

The library.

Felix asked you to pick up a few tomes (maybe you wanna grab something for yourself too) and so you drag Sage along so he can help carry everything. He's not enthusiastic because he hates how quiet and dull the library is but you did promise to help him with his chores later so he's coming along.

And then you run into someone he really doesn't want to see. One of his more,, vindictive past partners. And they are not happy to see you with him.

Sage really did leave a trail of broken hearts behind him, huh

You promptly decide to Excuse Yourself From This Conversation.

Sorry Sage. You did the dicking, now you gotta do the awkward conversation.

The ex isn't so keen on letting you leave though. They keep going after you, pointing out random inadequacies or making flagrant insults. Meanwhile you're just flipping through a book like Uh Huh O K That's Great Yo Sage This Book Has Pictures of Birds In It!!!!!!!!

You ignoring them only pisses them off more. So when you turn around to show Sage said bird-book, you get a slap across the face.

.......................

Hey Sage Look This Bird Is Called Cock of the Rock :)

Sage gets [ ] this close to committing a war crime but then he sees how pissed off the ex is that you're ignoring them and

:3

He puts himself squarely between you and the ex and happily talks with you about the book you're looking at :3

Hehehehe cock :3

Anyways that pisses the ex off and they start yelling, which attracts the librarian to haul their ass out. And the librarian is not gentle about it.

Once they're gone Sage makes sure you're not hurt too much. He's glad you helped him keep his cool, though he still kinda wants to beat them up....

At first he keeps apologizing for that happening but then you shoot him a look and say you can handle yourself and he's like Yeah, I Know You Can. And that makes him feel a little better.

Kitty just wants you to be okay.

You guys end up looking at more funny picture books for a little while longer before picking up Felix's stuff and heading back home to Fathom. Sage is on high-alert.

Rime Varela

I feel like we don't talk about the fact that Rime has illusion magic anywhere near as often as we should. As in I'm actually not sure if I've brought it up before.

Anyways you guys are out doing some domestic shopping,, Rime wants to cook dinner tonight and you gotta go get ingredients,,,

And while you're at the market your eyes land on the very last hunk of basilisk meat. You go to grab it-

and someone tries to pull it out of your hands, arguing that they saw it first

Uh Fuck You

Rime was getting a loaf of bread or something and he comes around to see you and the other shopper playing tug of war with a bloody, cylindrical flesh lump.

,,, Rime is a vegetarian so,,,,,, ew.

He's perfectly content to let you handle this little skirmish while he plays cheerleader in the background!!

Until the other shopper wrenches the meat out of your grasp and slaps you across the face with it, leaving a little puddle of concealed blood on your cheek from where it leaked through the packaging

,,,,,,,,,ew

As you're standing there questioning your life's decisions, Rime casually walks over, makes eye contact with the other shopper, and

:)

They go stock-still, eyes growing wide and mouth slightly open like they would be screaming if they weren't so confused. Rime casually grabs the meat from their hands and passes it to you

:)

Look he's helpful!

You ask what illusion he's casting and he says a bunch of meat chunks are forming into a meat-pile-monster and making sexual questionable grunts and asking to be eaten

:)

...........

Sometimes, with Rime, it's probably better that you don't ask what the fuck it is he comes up with in that brain of his

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC’s Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar

(Part 3! Starring Mini Mammon and Mini Asmo!)

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Underground Tomb special Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Part 4

MC names:

Lucifer’s kid=L!MC | Mammon’s kid=M!MC | Asmo’s kid=A!MC

Why did bad things happen to good people? Well... Lucifer being a good person is up to interpretation. He hadn’t done anything too heinous recently, his instruments of torture were collecting dust for goodness sake! So why oh why was he staring down two half demon children who looked suspiciously like two of his brothers?

The first kid to step forward was Mammon’s without a doubt, but their general demeanour was very different from their father’s. Perhaps their other parent had done a good job-

“What the fuck was that?!”

Never mind. The kid had Mammon’s pottymouth.

The other child surveyed the scene with a nervousness that their suspected parent never possessed. The kid’s gaze fell on Lucifer, their eyes began to glow ever so slightly. “Uh-um...” the kid cleared their throat. “Someone explain what’s going on!”

Was this child seriously trying to use manipulation powers on Lucifer? He almost laughed at the mere idea of someone trying. The child didn’t even seem to be aware that they were doing it. When their question was met with blank stares, they instantly shrank back and practically hid behind the first half demon. Despite the severe self-esteem difference, this kid was Asmodeus’.

Lucifer’s own child cleared their throat and smiled. “Welcome to the Devildom!”

The Uncle That Looks Like he Has his Shit Together but he Leaves the Reunion Drunk off his Rocker (Lucifer)

Ah shit here we go again-

Okay- okay. Normally he’d scold L!MC for taking Diavolo’s line, but Dia had recovered from his shock and was now gushing over the new exchange students like an excited puppy.

“Okay... L!MC you’re going to need to share your room.”

“What?! Why?!”

“Unless Belphie is willing to give up the attic as a nap spot-”

“OVER MY DEAD BODY!”

“You’re sharing your room.”

RAD was buzzing with gossip for the entire first month of the second attempt at the exchange program. The threats of being eaten were once again stamped out very quickly.

(Special thanks to L!MC for being a good bodyguard)

Now, Lucifer didn’t exactly know what to expect when it came to the child of his favourite brother. Mammon was a dumbass, but this kid... this kid...

Was smart.

For the first time in Lucifer’s very long life he felt compelled to place someone in a higher echelon than himself.

Mammon’s child managed to successfully budget that dumpster fire of a house. On the first fucking day. Not only that. This kid managed to skim FIVE THOUSAND GRIMM OFF THE TOP AND THE BUDGET STILL WORKED! WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT-

Lucifer and Mammon thanked whatever spirit was watching over them because they truly believed their financial woes were over.

Shame that M!MC also spent their money on dumb stuff they didn’t need. Like father like child.

It’s no secret that Lucifer does have a bit of a soft spot for Asmo, I mean, who doesn’t love Asmo? But A!MC was a blessing sent right from the Celestial Realm.

They were just... too sweet. Way too sweet. Lucifer was actively getting cavities just being near them.

Anyone who bothered A!MC and M!MC during the first month ended up getting... uh... suspended.

(We can assume the threat of suspension would have extended to those who bothered L!MC but all the lesser demons were already terrified of them.)

Normally when Lucifer called someone into his study it was to lecture them for at least four hours and then send them to their rooms, but he was having quite the difficult time actually being upset with M!MC and A!MC.

A!MC looked close to tears and M!MC just stared right back at Lucifer with little to no fear in their eyes.

“Starting a fight during the first week of school is not how I expected the exchange students to behave.” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, and prepared to continue the lecture, when he heard a sniffle. There wasn’t enough Demonus in the entire Devildom...

“I-I’m s—sorry...” A!MC sniffled, quickly wiping at their eyes. “Th-they were being r-really scary and we did-didn’t know what else to do...”

“So you threw them out of a window?”

“I threw them out of the window.” M!MC huffed. “They were bein’ a dick.”

“So you threw them out of a window?”

“That um...” A!MC mumbled. “That’s not all... I may have... told them to stick their head in a toilet first...”

“You made them stick their head in a toilet,” Lucifer turned to M!MC. “And then you threw them out of a window?”

“Yes.” M!MC and A!MC replied. Lucifer downed the rest of his glass of Demonus and debated whether or not it would be a show of weakness to slam his forehead into the desk in front of the children.

Lucifer looked between the two for a moment, then shook his head and sighed. “It’s my job to deal with threats to the exchange students, not yours.” Lucifer stood in front of the two, he rested his hands on their heads and gave them a quick pat, before knocking their heads together. “Next time someone bothers you, tell me. If I hear even a whisper of you two getting into another fight, I’m hanging you from the ceiling. Is that clear?”

A!MC and M!MC looked at each other, then back at Lucifer and nodded. “Yes sir!”

“Good.” Lucifer removed his hand from their heads. “Now shoo.”

Flying lessons for the two of them went way quicker than it did for L!MC, mainly because L!MC was a way better teacher.

As much as Lucifer loved his newly found niblings, he couldn’t show it too much. Outward softness was reserved for L!MC and L!MC only. M!MC and A!MC were stuck with silent acts of affection.

Every once and a while a little present or two would end up in M!MC or A!MC’s possession. Some ice cream money for M!MC when they blew their part of the budget on fancy sunglasses, a multiplayer video game that the three half-demons could play together, new shoes when A!MC accidentally ruined their’s...

He’s a good uncle. A scary uncle. But a good uncle. ^_^

(Don’t tell him I said that, I’m still in trouble for advertising Mammon’s escape Go Fund Me and I don’t want to have to write the rest of this HC hanging upside down.)

He’s Not Like the Other Dads, he’s a Cool Dad! (Mammon)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (Fear)

He’s a dad?! HE’S TO YOUNG TO BE A DAD! Hang on- he’s over five thousand years old...

Oh would you look at that! His kid pulled out a calculator.

...his annual income? Uh... why do you- HEY! WHAT’S WITH THAT FACE?!

M!MC puffed out their cheek as they continued to add the ever growing list of numbers into the calculator. Mammon was trying to get a peak at what they were calculating. M!MC suddenly looked up and practically lit up the room with their smile. Aw, their fangs were growing in!

They had a devilishly charming smile, just like their pop! A real chip off the old block! It almost brought a tear to Mammon’s eye and he actually felt compelled to give this kid all the money he had on him. Maybe even his Rolex too!

“Mammon, Avatar of Greed,” M!MC said sweetly. “My... dad.”

“Yep! That’s uh... that’s me!” Mammon awkwardly ruffled his kid’s hair, the kid laughed good naturedly.

M!MC’s sweet as honey smile flipped from elated to malicious in a manner of nanoseconds. “You owe over thirteen years of child support. Dad.”

Everyone say thank you to Lucifer and Diavolo for getting M!MC to compromise and not try and sue their father.

If you thought Mammon spoiled L!MC you’ve got another thing coming. Mammon’s wallet never stood a chance against his kid.

Poor Goldie, press F to pay respects.

Mammon also tried to teach A!MC and M!MC to drive, M!MC has no regard for their safety, the safety of others, or the laws of the road, buuuuuuuut they manage to get the car back with no dents and no property damage bills are being delivered to the house sooooo...

A!MC can drive fine... it’s just that they adhere to literally every law known to demonkind, which means neither Mammon or Asmo are allowed to open up the sunroof and do that movie thing where they pop their heads out and yell something. ITS NOT SAFE!

Our beloved dummy also tried to teach his kid how to play poker, with... limited success.

“Aw, come on kiddo.” Mammon smirked, flicking his kid on the nose. “Your poker face is awful, I can also see your cards from here.”

M!MC growled and held their cards closer to their face. “My poker face is fine!” It was in fact, not fine.

Mammon scratched his head and thought for a moment. Was he sure that this kid was his? I mean, they weren’t good at poker, had terrible luck in blackjack and roulette, and could barely understand the rules of craps. Craps! While he was lamenting the loss of possible gambling winnings, an idea hit Mammon at a thousand miles an hour.

“Hey kid, you’re damn good at math like your great and amazin’ father, have you ever thought about learnin’ how to count cards?”

Fancy outfits on, hair done (sorta), car ready, the two were off to the casino after quite the intense training montage. It appeared that casinos in the Devildom allowed children inside... Diavolo should really fix that.

“Okay M!MC, you remember what to do, right?”

“Yes. Remember the signal, and if someone catches on, deny deny deny.”

Mammon gave his kid a slap on the back. “Damn straight! You got this, bud.”

As the night dragged on, M!MC and Mammon had made their weight in money, paper money, they had made a SHIT ton is what I’m saying. Tragically, neither the Avatar of Greed or his child had any sense to leave before their luck crashed like the Stock Market in 1929.

They were both Icarus, and they were playing chicken with the sun... and by 3 am they were also playing chicken with security.

“GO GO GO!” Mammon shouted as he and M!MC sprinted towards the car, the night’s winnings in hand.

“I think I lost a shoe!” M!MC gasped as they scrambled into the car, security on their heels.

“I’ll buy you new shoes JUST PUT ON YOUR SEATBELT!”

Re-enacting every Fast and the Furious movie in twenty minutes was how that lovely night of father/child bonding should have ended... until they got home and realized they were locked out.

“The window to my room!” M!MC whispered, pointing up at their window. “It’s usually unlocked, we can climb up to get to it.”

“Good idea!”

M!MC tucked the bag full of their precious money under their arm and began the climb to their window, their father close behind. They had almost made it, they were so close, M!MC could literally touch the window-

The window swung open and the smiling faces of L!MC and A!MC greeted them.

“Oh my, it looks like we have some delinquents breaking curfew~.” L!MC cooed, resting their head on their hand.

“You shouldn’t be gambling this late! A-and your accessories don’t match!” A!MC huffed.

“Oi! L!MC, A!MC! What are ya doin’ up this late! It’s not good for ya!” Mammon whisper-yelled.

“My sleep schedule should be the least of your concerns right now, right A!MC?” L!MC elbowed A!MC, who nodded enthusiastically.

“Yep! Those who break curfew are hung from the ceiling by their toes.” A!MC shuddered.

M!MC rolled their eyes and stuck out their hand. “Come on L!MC! Let us in! You should listen to your older cousin!”

Upon hearing M!MC pull the older cousin card L!MC smiled deviously, grabbing both of M!MC’s hands. “Of course, dear cousin.” They leaned in. “Long live the king!”

L!MC shoved M!MC downward, Mammon caught them, but lost his own grip and they both lost hold of the money, which fell out of the bag and onto the ground like snow. Paper snow...

Oh well, at least Mammon and M!MC landed in some of the bushes...

“Ya know,” Mammon said as the money fell around them. “I’ve had dreams where this has happened.”

“Wow,” M!MC smiled. “Me too!”

Yep. This was his kid alright.

Not all his father/kid time revolved around money, it also revolved around both of them trying to avoid horror movie night without making it look like they were chickening out.

“Okay, I’ll fake a medical emergency!”

“Kid, no! They’ll never believe that!”

Since A!MC had their father’s eye for fashion and none of the judgemental comments, the kid became Mammon’s unofficial style coach.

“U-um... I hate to say it but those shoes don’t match with the rest of the outfit, the silhouette is confusing...”

“What’re ya talkin’ about? I look fantastic!”

“Are you blind? You look like a thrift store threw up on you.”

“Who invited you, Asmo?!”

“I’m here to support A!MC! You’re doing great by the way, sweetie!”

He may have cried a little when M!MC was able to fly without help... sniffle... they grow up so fast...

Oh- oh fuck they both crashed into the tree-

Oh My God he Actually Showed Up?! (Levi)

That... that couldn’t be real life! A shut-in’s worst nightmare! More people he needed to talk to!

Considering Mammon and Asmo’s track record with taking care of his things, Levi was incredibly hesitant to invite the two to binge anime with him and L!MC.

It seemed that the two normies inherited their fathers’s level of respect for closed doors. What I’m saying is the two crashed anime night.

“I have never seen such bullshit before.”

M!MC’s hands were stuffed in about five pairs of socks each, effectively turning their hands into useless nubs.

“You be quiet! This is to make sure that you don’t take any of my things and try and sell them on Akuzon!” Levi hissed, turning back to make sure his figurines were safe from the mini Mammon. A!MC was standing awkwardly next to L!MC, who was sitting in Levi’s gaming chair reading manga.

“So what are we going to watch..?” A!MC piped up. “I haven’t really watched much anime but I did watch Digimon...”

“I was more of a Beyblade kid.” M!MC hit their sock-stumps together to make a thumping noise.

Levi looked like he was ready to have a stroke. “L-listen! Those are gateway anime! You two need to watch proper anime! Non-dubbed anime!”

A!MC let out a shriek and stared at their reflection in a very shiny looking gundam figurine. “Have I been wearing off colour lip gloss the entire day?! O-oh no... I’m a mess!”

Levi let out a strangled wail and snatched the gundam out of A!MC’s hands. “D-don’t touch that! It’s worth more than a house!”

“It is?!” M!MC perked up and tried to wrestle their way out of their sock-gloves.

“Don’t make me stick you in a straight jacket...” Levi growled. He turned to L!MC with a pleading look on his face. “Please make them stop...”

L!MC grinned deviously and closed their book. “Of course I’ll help you, if we watch season two of The Promised Neverland.”

Levi shrieked and nearly pulled out his hair then and there. “It’s manga divergent! MANGA DIVERGENT! THEY SKIPPED SO MANY ARCS!”

M!MC and A!MC continued to wreak both purposeful and accidental havoc on Levi’s room, he was just about ready to summon Lotan then and there when L!MC shrugged.

“The ball’s in your court, Levi.” L!MC leaned back in the chair and resumed reading their manga.

Levi’s willpower shattered the moment he heard something fall off one of his cabinets. “WE CAN WATCH WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST MAKE THEM STOOOOOP!”

Quick as a flash, L!MC was out of the chair and had both M!MC and A!MC by the ears.

“HEY!” L!MC growled. “STOP ACTING LIKE IDIOTS OR SO HELP ME GRANDFATHER YOU TWO WON’T LIVE TO SEE GRADUATION!”

M!MC and A!MC became the most well behaved children in the Devildom after that... and L!MC and Levi got to watch their anime in peace.

Okay, Levi wasn’t heartless, he loved his lame normie niblings. They were just very very loud...

Though, M!MC was very good at finding merch for way lower prices... and A!MC actually really liked some of the anime they watched... Maybe they weren’t so bad.

M!MC’s attempts to budget that financial dumpster fire of an otaku was not going well, at least until M!MC convinced Lucifer to dangle concert tickets in front of Levi like a carrot on a stick until he agreed to do his best to stay within the monthly budget.

Levi had learned his lesson from L!MC’s flying lessons and steered clear of them, but luck was not on his side. The ONE time he willingly stepped outside of the house...

Both M!MC and A!MC crashed right into him.

The Uncle With the Cat You Never See and Aren’t Really Allowed to Pet. (Satan)

Oh fuck him sideways the house was going to be so much louder... Say goodbye to his quiet reading time...

On the bright side, the look of pure disbelief and exhaustion on Lucifer’s face gave Satan the biggest rush of serotonin he’d ever had in his life.

To be honest, he got on well with Asmo, and he... well it’s Mammon.

Could have been worse.

Could have been ANOTHER child of Lucifer.

“So... who do you think did it?” M!MC asked as the opening to the fourth episode of the murder documentary they were watching began. “I think it was the sister.”

“On what evidence do you make that assumption?” Satan asked.

M!MC shrugged. “Chick’s shifty.”

“I um... I think they disappeared on their own accord.” A!MC murmured. “I mean, so far it seemed the two’s home lives sucked...”

“Good theory.” Satan nodded to himself. “But both of you are wrong, it was very clearly the mother and the neighbour.”

“On what evidence do you make that assumption?” L!MC asked, imitating Satan’s voice. Detective Toe Beans was sprawled out on their lap.

Satan glowered at L!MC and leaned over to scratch Bean behind the ears. “The step-mother and neighbour are backing up each other’s alibis and they have a motive, access to a possible murder weapon, and a way of disposing of the corpses.”

L!MC rolled their eyes. “That’s a load of crap. It was just the step-mother. The mother had the motive, she and the father were on the outs, she wanted the father’s inheritance all to herself so she got rid of his kids.”

“How many more episodes of this are there?” M!MC asked. “This seems like a really dragged out way of just saying: I don’t know.”

“Sh! They’re explaining possible corpse disposal methods!” Satan hissed.

The four of them traded theories until the documentary series eventually ended with an unsatisfying ‘we dunno’.

“This is such shit...” M!MC muttered. “How have they managed to fill eight episodes with all these leads and evidence and the case is still unsolved?!”

“It’s because everyone involved was incompetent and stupid.” Satan sighed.

“You know,” L!MC smirked. “With all the true crime stuff the four of us watch, we could create the perfect crime.”

“We really could.” M!MC nodded in agreement.

“Using A!MC’s powers no one would suspect us...” Satan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“Uh...” A!MC shifted uncomfortably. “On an unrelated note... I’m going to go...”

As A!MC scampered out of the room, L!MC turned to Satan and M!MC.

“There’s always the one weak person in the group who’s not down with murder.”

“A sad truth.”

“Hang on I thought we were talking about theft or something-”

Satan and M!MC are surprising study buddies, hell, they even help Mammon study. Or... it’s more accurate to say that they try to help Mammon study.

A!MC is good company, they’re quiet when they read, unlike most people in the house who felt the need to provide commentary on every single event that occurs in the book.

After proving to be quite useless in L!MC’s flight lessons, he just reminded the two new half demons to wear protective padding.

The Hot Single Dad That’s In Every Romcom That Features a Child (Asmo)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (excitement)

Oh... his... father... HE WAS A DILF NOW-

He practically vaulted out of his seat to coo and fuss over his new found hellspawn, they were just SO CUTE!

Their wings were just like his! So adorable! Oh and those little horns! They were so cute Asmo just might have combusted then and there.

Of course, he couldn’t combust without finding out which of his flings had made such an adorably shy mini-him.

“Ah! I remember that party!” Asmo squee-ed as he looked at a picture of A!MC’s parent. “They looked so hot in that outfit I swear I was completely-”

“Asmodeus.” Lucifer grumbled. “That’s a child in front of you.”

“Oh! Right! Mind if I call your ren, A!MC?” Asmo asked, ruffling their kid’s hair. “I want to see if they remember me fondly!”

As Asmo chattered with A!MC’s parent about just how adorable and perfect their kid turned out, Asmo leaned over to A!MC to ask a question.

“A!MC, I know this is sudden but how do you feel about getting a sib-”

“ASMODEUS IF YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE I WILL FEED YOU TO CERBERUS!”

“Tsk. Rude.”

It’s safe to say Asmo adores his kid. I mean, they’re 50% him, how could he not.

He didn’t exactly have experience with the whole... being a big part of his kids’s life thing. Sure he held the unofficial record for most kids but that was because effective birth control hadn’t been invented at the time when he was allowed to run rampant in the human world, not because he was an A+ dad.

None of that mattered! He was going to be a 10/10 dad to A!MC!

They were so shy... so... mouse-like...

“Um... dad?” A!MC awkwardly twiddled there thumbs as they stood in the doorway to their father’s room. The sweet smell of whatever essential oil was being spread with the diffuser did next to nothing to calm the poor half-demon’s nerves.

Asmo popped his head out of his walk-in closet with a sparkling smile. “Yes, child of mine?”

“I um, just wanted to ask...” A!MC was desperately trying to stave off an oncoming stutter-spiral. “H-h-how- *ahem* how do- ugh...”

A!MC steeled their face and straightened their posture.

“How do I be confident like you?!” They blurted that out a little too loud for comfort, but Asmo’s near-immediate joy quashed any embarrassment A!MC was feeling.

“You want to be like little ol’ me?” Asmo gushed, clearly trying to hide just how flattered he was. “Well, of course you do! Your dad’s got your back. So first what we’re going to do-”

The Avatar of Lust had done the stereotypical early 2000s movie makeover many times before, but never with so much enthusiasm. His kid’s style was fine, it wasn’t a lack of pizazz either, it was the lack of confidence in the pizazz.

“Okay, now stand up straight.”

A!MC straightened their back as much as they could.

“Perfect! Chin up, shoulders back, and there you go!”

A!MC didn’t look too different on account that Asmo felt like their fashion sense was perfect, but dear not-old dad coached MC on a new walk, better posture, and Asmo filled their arms with about seven boxes of self-care supplies.

“What’s all this for?” A!MC asked, shifting the weight of the boxes slightly so they could actually see their dad.

“That, A!MC, is all the stuff you need to have confidence.” Asmo explained. “It’s not required of course, but it sure does help.”

“I’m not sure I follow...”

“Oh sweetie, it’s simple really. When you take care of yourself, you feel better, and when you feel better, you look better, and when you look better and feel better, your confidence skyrockets!” Asmo shifted some of the boxes A!MC was carrying around so they could stand up straighter and not be held down by the weight of the self-care arsenal. “Good posture stops your back from hurting, dressing decently helps you feel better about your appearance, as does taking care of your skin, aaaaaand all this will culminate in you being your best!”

A!MC still looked a bit skeptical, but they nodded anyway.

“Remember MC!” Asmo said as he led MC back to their room to help them sort their new stuff. “Confidence in yourself doesn’t happen overnight, so don’t let Mammon try and sell you a fix-all potion because it’s just boiled Gatorade.”

“O-okay- wait did you just say-”

“Yes, boiled Gatorade.” Asmo shuddered. “Let’s not talk about that.”

Dear uncle Asmo? A financial dumpster fire?! It’s more likely than you’d think.

Sure, Asmo’s got a job and makes his own money, but Geez Louise... one demon does not need that much hand cream! Or that many questionable Akuzon packages that everyone is too afraid to touch...

M!MC had their work cut out for them is what I’m trying to say.

Of course... once M!MC realized what a lost cause getting Asmo to stop with the obsessive bath bomb purchases was and a few too many insults were thrown at M!MC’s dear dad... some of Asmo’s things went uh... “missing”

But would you look at that! No one went over-budget!

Even though their dads have a fierce party related rivalry, A!MC and M!MC get along great. It’s very wholesome.

The Uncle That Helps You Pester Whoever is in Charge of the Food at the Family Reunion About Dessert (Beel)

Yay! More kids :)

Do you think any of them know how to cook? No? Okay... :(

Beel adores his new niblings with all his heart and soul, and Belphie’s out of the attic and is able to meet them with everyone else this time! Yay!

I didn’t mention this in the other parts- but Beel totally gave L!MC piggyback rides whenever they asked, but now that two more kids have arrived... it’s now a fight to be tall.

But yea- kids like uncle Beel. Strong contender for favourite uncle.

“Do you think this is right?” A!MC asked as they fiddled with the settings on the stovetop.

“No clue. Do we put the cheese on while the meat is cooking or do we wait until after?” M!MC asked, they flipped through multiple cheeseburger recipes on their DDD, their frustration growing. “Hang on- do we have a deep fryer?”

A!MC rummaged around the cupboards and shelves for a good fifteen minutes and came back empty handed. “No, but I’ve seen videos of people making fries without a deep fryer, I think we just need to heat up vegetable oil and drop the potatoes in.”

After setting up the make-shift deep fryer, the two cousins carefully dropped the first fry into the oil, then screamed like banshees when some oil splashed close to their hands.

“Did you get burned?!” M!MC asked, A!MC shook their head.

“No, you?”

“Nah...” M!MC eyed the oil warily. “We should do this one at a time to be safe...”

It was an awkward process, grab potato, place potato, scream, make sure no one is burned, repeat. As... decent as the process was, with both of them manning the deep fryer, no one was manning the patties that were now completely charred.

“What’s going on in here? It smells like Solomon’s cooking.” Beel poked his head into the kitchen and saw two very upset children and the world’s messiest kitchen.

“We’re failures. That’s all...” M!MC murmured.

“We wanted to make lunch for all of us and we ruined it...” A!MC added.

Beel’s heart was set to explode then and there- but his stomach growled. “You tried your best, don’t feel too bad. Let’s get cheeseburgers somewhere else with Belphie.”

M!MC and A!MC nodded enthusiastically as the three of them left the destroyed kitchen behind them.

After Beel had to sling a sleeping Belphie over his shoulder, the now four of them were halfway out the door before they heard L!MC scream bloody murder.

“YOU IDIOTS COME BACK HERE AND CLEAN THIS MESS UP RIGHT NOW!”

M!MC and A!MC made eye contact, then sprinted out the door. “CHEESEBURGERS FIRST!”

A!MC and M!MC probably go to all of Beel’s games like the little super fans they are. Beel is very grateful for the support! :D

Flying lessons? Nnnnnot again. He’s here for moral support and moral support only. And to catch the two babs when they inevitably fall.

The Uncle Who Was Like... Really Racist the Last Time You Saw Him But He’s Not Anymore (Belphie)

So he uh... he didn’t try and kill these two. That already gave the two newbies a better first impression than what he gave to L!MC.

The Anti Lucifer league ALSO grew, just by one member though. A!MC was very easily persuaded to snitch on whatever prank the group concocted.

The attic nap club gained two new members, but Belphie still had to deal with wings hitting him in the face and waking him up. He’d usually return the favour with a swat from his tail.

“M!MC I swear I will throw you out of the window if you kick me again.” Belphie murmured, mashing his face into his pillow.

“Mmmph.” M!MC threw a pillow in Belphie’s direction.

“Quit whining, Belphie.” L!MC huffed. “You’re doing better than me.”

A!MC had attached themselves to L!MC like a sloth to a tree and would not let go or stop drooling. Ah schadenfreude, the best feeling in the galaxy...

“Stop with that look.” L!MC hissed, Belphie snickered. “I’m telling you to quit it because you’ll wake up Beel, and Beel is solving your M!MC problem.”

Belphie turned to see Beel practically crush M!MC into a bone breaking hug in his sleep.

“Should we do something about that?” L!MC yawned.

Belphie smirked his little douchebag smirk. “Eh, let them stew for a few more minutes.”

“Help me...” M!MC rasped.

Out of the three, A!MC is probably the best nap buddy, they bring in their own pillows and don’t hog the blankets.

Belphie is once again at the forefront for taking videos of the flying lessons, at least till M!MC accidentally broke Belphie’s DDD.

Just a friendly reminder, the sleepy cow man would kill for these kids.

Look at them funny and no one will find your body.

Okay! That’s part 3 done! I had to cut Belphie’s and Satan’s short because of post limit stuff, but the stuff with the side characters is coming soon! Also, Mammon would like me to inform all those who donated to his Go Fund Me that you will NOT be getting your money back, he has a kid to deck out in full Gucci now, he needs the cash!

[sulldrit-art]

OM! Brothers w Chubby MC

Hi this is my first post like this so please be nice lol. Kept it GN and body positive because I know these boys are big comfort characters for a lot of people.

Lucifer:

Loves to compliment you on how beautiful your body is whenever you’re in private

If you get changed in front of him or anything like that he stares at you with such love in his eyes

Likes to have you sitting in his lap or laying on top of him

Will pick you up all the time like it’s nothing

If your ever feeling down about yourself or being self deprecating he will usually say something along the lines of “Look at me. You are perfect just the way you are.”

Will literally commit murder if anyone says otherwise

Mammon:

Loves it when you are confident so he encourages you when you are feeling good about yourself

“Wadda’ya mean ya need ta lose weight? Ya think THE Mammon cares about shallow stuff like that? Stop sayin stuff like that. Yur worth a million grimm ya hear me?!”

Loves taking pictures with you and calling you his super model

Thinks your hugs are the best ever

Allows zero negative self talk around him when it comes to you

Loves to cup your face with his hands but pinches and stretches your cheeks if you say anything embarrassing

Will seriously start yelling and trying to fight anyone he hears say anything bad about you.

Leviathan:

He doesn’t have the most toned or athletic body either

Hates it if you are ever self deprecating

“I know I say bad things about myself but I won’t let you do the same! Absolutely unthinkable!”

You both agree not to be so hard on yourself

Likes to wrap his arms around you and rest his head on the top of yours on on your shoulder while he plays video games

Likes to cuddle you like a body pillow because your so soft

Can’t handle looking at your thighs especially when you are sitting down, they have too much power over him

Loves nothing more than to sit around with you playing video games or being on your phone

Satan:

Reading a book while your laying on his chest listening or napping is what he imagines heaven is like

He also loves to wrap his arms around your belly and have you read to him while he looks over your shoulder

If you ever talk negatively about yourself he’ll be like “Enough or I’ll get angry. It makes me mad that such a perfect person could say or think such things about themselves.”

Likes to get yummy baked goods with you whenever you go out.

Will also commit murder if he hears anyone say anything about you

Likes to hug you from behind and sway from side to side

Another one that will pick you up without hesitation

Loves to just watch you because he finds you so beautiful/handsome

Asmodeus:

Thinks your soooo cute!

Loves to squish every part of you

Showers your belly in kisses

Loves hugging and cuddling you cuz he says your so soft

Loves when you are confident and wear clothes that show off your body

Will sneak attack you from behind just to wrap his arms around you and squish you

If you ever feel down or self conscious he will say something like “My taste is never wrong darling. You are the prettiest/most handsome thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I love every inch of you. If you have doubts I’d be more than happy to make them all go away~”

Likes to take you shopping and be super sweet cuz he knows it can be draining if things don’t fit the way you want them to

Loves to praise you

“Not to sound like Beel but I really could just eat you up~”

Lots of pictures together

Sometimes self care is eating a tub of ice cream together in bathrobes

Beelzebub:

Loves to make food for you and give you bites of his food

Big teddy bear who also loves to hug you, especially from behind when you are cooking or something.

Loves carrying you around with your legs wrapped around his waist

Loves to kiss your stomach and make you giggle

Picks you up when he hugs you

Invites you to the gym but doesn’t pressure you into working out, he just loves your company

Will move you to lay on his chest when you cuddle if you aren’t already

Loves when you wear his clothes

“What’s wrong with how you look? Your perfect the way you are. You make me so happy, I can’t think of a single thing you should ever change.”

Always gets a bunch of your favorite snacks and food

“If you like it then you should have it. It’s delicious right? That’s all that’s matters.”

Belphegor:

Isn’t physical fit either

Go to nap spot is your lap

Also likes to rest his head on your stomach

Will lay on you regardless of where you are

Loves cuddling of course

If you ever say anything negative he’ll always be like “Don’t be dumb, there’s nothing wrong with how you look. You should never feel ashamed of the form you take, you are so much more than your shape.”

Enjoys laying in bed or on the couch or really anywhere as long as it’s with you.

Will kill anyone who is rude to you and the body will never be found

Milk and cookies together before bed for the win

[old-hyper-super-clover]

For the requests‚ what about a family trip to the beach with Purgatory Hall + the royals and MC? Like Simeon and Barbatos setting up a picnic table meanwhile MC and Luke play around in the sand searching for shiny or strange things to building a sand castle (everything also keeping Solomon and Diavolo far from the preparations for the picnic)‚ playing with water guns or swimming. And after eating maybe playing a match of volleyball sand, admiring the sunset till it's nigth time and before going back‚ playing with fireworks, do a little stargazing or something--

Feel free to ignore this and thanks in advance anyway~

FINALLY I've come to write something for this lovely request. It's packed with so many fun ideas that I kinda went overboard with it xD this means the story is so big I'll have to split it into two posts!

To Bisshitu: I wanted to thank you for your continuous support! I see you in my notifs a lot and I really appreciate it!! (ALSO I AM SO SORRY YOU'VE WAITED SO LONG I HOPE YOU WILL STILL ENJOY THIS CHAOS)

Literally just 13 idiots on a beach trip~

Part 1

MC was leaning against one of the walls in the giant entrance halls of the House of Lamentation. Standing next to them, Solomon handed MC an opened bag of spicy newt chips. "Want some?" He asked and MC gladly took a few while constantly watching the commotion that was going on in the rest of the hallway.

Who would've guessed that going on a vacation with the seven rulers of hell would involve the most panicked, loud and chaotic packing of bags to have ever existed?

Well, let's be real, MC did expect it, but maybe not to the degree that they were in amusement about now.

The oldest brother had called the others for a "luggage check" as he had been sceptical of his brothers' talents in packing reasonable items in an, likewise reasonable, amount of suitcases and bags.

And of course, the first one to show up had to present his luggage in the form of... nothing.

Yes, Beelzebub came up to Lucifer, only the remains of a sandwich in his hand (which didn't last longer than three more seconds), confused when Lucifer mustered him with an angered glance.

"Where's your luggage?" Lucifer asked, to which Beel only gave a shrug.

"We're going to the beach, right? Which means I'll only need my swimming trunks, and I wear those underneath my pants."

Now the confusion has wandered over to rest on Lucifer's face. "But... Won't you need clothes to change into, or at least pyjamas for the night?"

"Hm..." Beel scratched the back of his head while thinking about Lucifer's words. "Nah, I don't need those. I'm planning to stay at the beach all the time, so..." Then suddenly, he gasped as he remembered something. "Wait, I do have something else prepared to bring along!"

Beel reached into his pocket, and when he pulled out a hand-written list that unrolled itself, plonking onto the carpet and rolling all the way to Lucifer's feet, the avatar of Pride knew exactly what said list was going to be.

"There are a few food stands that I'd like to try out..." Beel announced, eyeing the paper. "First of all, there's one selling shaved ice, which I want to compare to the ice-cream from this other stand, but who's also selling parfaits of which I kind of want to try all twenty-five flavours... Also then there's of course-"

"Beel" Lucifer interrupted the avatar of Gluttony in a strict tone. "Go pack a proper bag."

"But-"

"Now."

Letting out a sigh, Lucifer watched as Beel left.

But little did he know, this had only been the beginning of the chaos...

Moments later, Lucifer has found himself explaining to Satan why taking 70 different books with him would be ridiculously much. Also Mammon had taken this opportunity to "lend" some of his brothers possessions, arguing that he "needed those for the beach". This had worked until his swift fingers touched Levi's limited edition Ruri-chan sunscreen.

So, as Lucifer was spam-calling Belphie to wake him up and finally have him start packing, a sudden argument could be heard from upstairs:

"... How dare you steal my precious Hana Ruri 'magical sun ray protective lotion for all blooming heroes of justice'?! This very sunscreen is an homage to the legendary beach episode where Azuki-tan got a sunburn and couldn't help Ruri-chan in the intense battle against the evil kelp-army that was threatening to overgrow the local reef-"

"OKAY OKAY, HERE'S YOUR STUPID CREAM NOW LEAVE ME ALONE"

"S-STUPID CREAM?!?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW PRECIOUS THIS ITEM IS TO A FAN LIKE-"

That was all Lucifer could understand as an awfully annoyed scream Mammon let out was drowning Levi's gibberish. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Lucifer knew this vacation was going to be one intense experience...

An hour later, the group found itself where this little story had started off. The Purgatory Hall crew had already arrived long ago, enjoying the chaos together with MC -- who, btw, had been the only one to pass Lucifer's vibe luggage check right away.

Slowly it felt like most of the brothers were ready to go, only Asmodeus was left in the judgemental glare of the avatar of Pride.

But Lucifer noticed they already were way behind the time they were supposed to meet Diavolo at his castle. So, to Asmo's luck, he let off of trying to see what's inside the pretty boy's suitcase and announced the group's departure.

In enthusiasm shared by almost everyone, they let out a big cheer:

"Off to the beach we go!"

Some of the demons had whined about wanting to visit the human world beach. But as those idiot boys literally couldn't be trusted to act responsibly (which is okay, we love them regardless), Diavolo offered to stay at the beach resort he created in the Devildom.

Looking over the endless ocean, surrounded by the equally large beach and glistening in an artificial sun's light, MC was wondering just how powerful the demon prince must be to have created all this. But they were left only little time to be in awe over the location, as their friends demanded their attention shortly after having arrived.

Without going into much detail -- the day was packed with lots and lots of fun. MC was running around the beach, playing and goofing around with their friends, only to take a collective rest and then go do something silly again. Only a few other demons were to be found at the resort, but those were some acquaintances of Diavolo's family, and the group seemed to have scared them off of the beach after, like, an hour or so. Hence, the whole beach served as their playground for whatever activity they wanted to do, until in the afternoon, most of them were about to collapse from exhaustion and hunger.

"That's right, we didn't really have a proper meal since coming here" Asmo noticed as several tummy grumbles undermined his statement.

"We DID bring a picnic basket..." Satan mumbled. "But some genius had to let Beel carry it."

The culprit gave an immediate pout. "I had to hurry, 'kay?!" Mammon huffed. "MC was already at the beach and I--" he stopped. "... U-uh... I mean..."

Gaining a round of sighs and shaking heads, his brothers however decided to let Mammon's... mammon-ness slide for once. Mostly because, approaching from the distance, Barbatos and Solomon were getting closer, their hands full with bags that seemed to be stuffed with food.

"Y-yoU BroUGhT S-nAcKs?!" Beelzebub was already on his feet running towards them but Barbatos' stare was actually enough to make him stop.

"Not before the dishes are prepared, Beelzebub" Barbatos explained calmly, but with this very weird hidden tone in his voice that gave everyone chills despite the scorching summer heat.

"We figured everyone must be starving by now, so Barbatos suggested we'd make a little picnic party with everyone" Solomon cheered, presenting the bags in his hands.

"That sounds lovely" Simeon could be heard among the general noise of approval. "Let me help you prepare everything, Barbatos."

The demon butler beamed him a smile, thanking the angel for his help.

Then, Solomon spoke up again, and every bit of joy vanished from all their faces: "Thank you, Simeon! With the three of us working together the food will be ready in no time!"

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Barbatos was putting all kinds of spices into a bowl to create a delicious sauce. Right next to him, Simeon prepared mouth-watering sandwiches.

And behind their back, there was this chopping sound. Chop reaching their chop ears in an chop never- chop ending thread, over and chop over again...

Swallowing his tension, Simeon was fighting a frown. "He's only cutting the fruits..." He whispered. "You shouldn't be able to mess up a fruit salad..."

"I know" Barbatos mumbled back. "However I cannot fight this unease that urges me to check if he's really-" He was interrupted by a very unsettling "oops" coming from that certain sorcerer at the cutting board.

In honestly quicker than the blink of an eye Simeon and Barbatos were at Solomon's side, frantically scanning the table for whatever Solomon must've messed up. When all they found were slices of fruit that, well, might have been chopped a bit wonky, they gave Solomon a confused stare.

"I cut off too much of this poor Hellberry's pull" Solomon explained. "Oh well, I'll just cut around the stem and add it to the fruit salad like this."

Both Barbatos and Simeon couldn't help but stare for a moment longer, their brains not really comprehending NOT finding an abomination in Solomon's cooking.

"Can I help you two with anything?" The sorcerer then asked.

"U-uhm, no..." Simeon mumbled. "It's all fine, we just..."

"We wanted to see if there's anything we can help you with" Barbatos jumped in to continue.

"Thanks, but I'm fine. Actually I'm almost finished, so maybe I can help one of you afterw-"

"Nononononono...!" Simeon almost whined. "I-its fine! We're actually almost finished ourselves, so..."

Solomon looked back, raising an eyebrow. "Doesn't look like it to me..."

Suddenly, another voice joined the group.

"I agree! You two are likely just being humble again" Diavolo had walked up to their working station a moment ago, but neither of them seemed to have noticed in their stress. The prince continued: "That's why I decided to lend you a hand as well. This is a vacation for all of us, so I should not burden my loyal butler with all the work."

"That's a commendable attitude for royalty like yourself" Solomon cheered. "Well then, I think Simeon and Barbatos could use a hand."

Diavolo was already squeezing his quite broad body into the tiny cooking space, this certain over-excited sparkle in his eyes as he mustered the food.

Barbatos and Simeon on the other hand were exchanging glances, so immensely stressed that their thoughts were almost audible:

'Barbatos I don't think I can handle any more of this stress' Simeon stared.

'We shouldn't have let Solomon help in the first place, our kindness was foolish' Barbatos stared back.

'What do we do now Barbatos this is the only food we have left, they cannot ruin it'

Thankfully, the perfect butler was not planning to let their "help" threaten the food for any longer. "Young master, I highly appreciate that you thought of my well-being. Which is why I indeed have a request for you and Solomon."

Simeon almost barged in on a frightened impulse, but Barbatos continued before anyone could raise their voice. "There is dessert stored in our hotel's main storage. Would you be so kind and bring enough for our whole group?"

A little surprised, Diavolo agreed. He waited for Solomon to finish cutting the fruits, then they went off to the hotel.

Finally able to catch a breath, Simeon shot Barbatos a last glance. "That was easier than expected. Why didn't we let Solomon bring the desserts earlier?"

Back to mixing spices, Barbatos didn't look up at the question. "What desserts?" He simply asked.

"... Uhm..." Simeon was quite startled. "Are there... Are there no desserts in the storage room...?"

"Oh, I sure hope there are" Barbatos said. "Otherwise I will have some explaining to do..."

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(To be continued...)

Find my summer event Masterlist and Rules for the requests here <3

[junicai]

Relationship with WAYV

➣ KUN ☾ karia

if it wasn’t for dotae potentially coming to kill him, he would steal aria into wayv

he’s the cool dad? 

they can’t spend a lot of time together because none of their schedules match up, but aria takes every third or so weekend out to come have dinner in the wayv dorms

she’s surprisingly close to the china line, and its a combination of ten dragging her to his dorm for an entire month and them just kinda adopting her when they realized she was a foreigner as well 

yuta can fight them, she’s one of them now

he doesn’t like to baby her a lot, and she really appreciates the break from being the “maknae” so to speak 

however does that stop him from giving her the forehead kithes? no

aria sad? forehead kith

aria mad? forehead kith

aria smad? forehead kith + kuddles (kun cuddles)

he has sent her a passive agressive text when he found out that she wasn’t eating enough again and had almost passed out

but he finished it with a heart so its ok

if she isn’t smiling at all times, someone will die

aria feels like she can trust him with a lot; that no matter what she tells him, he’ll never out her or make fun of her

kun actually took a two-week online course to learn how to make traditional japanese dishes when aria mentioned missing her parents

he originally was going to learn how to make irish dishes, but he changed his mind after seeing what they were

“im not giving my kids boiled cabbage and mashed potatoes what kind of post world war-”

wants to give her a chinese name but hasn’t yet because he hasn’t found the one that fits her right and he wants it to be perfect 

aria teaches him japanese phrases in exchange for him teaching her a little bit of mandarin

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

aria saw kun’s back as she entered the practice room, the man standing with three other members in the centre of the floor before the choreographer came in to start their practice. coming up behind him, she wrapped her arms around his waist, peeking her head around from where she was. “hi!” she smiled brightly.

“hi,” ten chuckled, showing her the camera that had just filmed all of that. 

➣ TEN ☾ tenaria

Whipped(TM)

so so gone for her its upsetting actually

yangyang and aria share the position of his baby 

except aria willingly accepts the title while yangyang would rather fling himself from a rooftop

ten’s instagram is half his cats, half miyazu aria

he posts her dancing practice on his story a lot, with a variety of captions ranging from “thats my baby  ♡( ◡‿◡ )” to “yah that’s not right...(눈_눈)”

such an enabler for her bad ideas 

aria wants to go shopping at 4am? ten agrees, now they’re sitting by han river eating ice cream

pls he’s gonna get her in so much trouble one day

when they walk together, ten likes to take her hand and put it in his pocket 

its under the pretense of not wanting her to get lost 

he just wants to hold her hand

yes he has lost her in a shopping mall, and NO it wasn’t his fault

ten always complains that they never have schedules together and he misses his baby 

“we have superm-” “I NEVER SEE YOUUUU (ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ”

if they’re in the same room ten is either watching her out of the corner of his eye, or is actually wrapped around her like a boa constrictor 

hugs n kithes all around

only he is allowed make fun of her mistakes in dancing 

anyone else gets deaded. he will fight for her honor how dare you insult his baby 

sm give these ttwo a dancing duo video pls 

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

the first and only time aria and ten had a duet was during their last concert on superm’s first world tour. during the second half of ten’s solo performance, aria emerged from the left side of the stage, coming to join him in the centre stage. no one had ever seen aria as serious as she was then, both herself and ten becoming completely different people in the moment. midway through, aria spun with her back to ten and leaped backwards into the air - eyes closed - completely trusting ten to be where she needed him to be to catch her. 

➣ WINWIN ☾ winria

a love hate relationship at its finest

they don’t actually hate each other it’s just really funny to pretend that they do (especially because yuta complains that 2 of his favourite people aren’t getting along)

winwin is so savage towards aria but it’s ok she claps back twice as hard

at first, before czennies had seen enough of their dynamic they thought that they actually did hate each other

but that’s not true they just don’t know how to express, affection, without brutally insulting the other with a loving tone

they are, surprisingly, the most stable pairing in 127 - they have a dynamic and rarely stray from that, which is a good comfort for the fans

despite what they might say to each other, they don’t mean any of it - and winwin has been seen several times raising his eyebrows with a questioning look at aria to make sure she wasn’t taking any of his playful jabs to heart

oh god the flexibility

the entirety of nct is terrified of them

the day sm gives them a circus act is the day that kun and taeyong have a heart attack

quietly supportive of each other - catch aria “playing” with a water bottle and not getting up to get it when it conveniently rolls across the floor and into winwin’s leg

he makes sure to save some new chinese sweets whenever the wayv members get packages from their familes, and sneak it into aria’s room before the managers can catch her breaking her diet

not really physically affectionate with each other, which played into czennies idea that they didn’t like each other but aria cleared it up in a vlive

“winwinnie and I, well. we don’t hug a lot because i know he doesn’t like it as much as i might, so i try to show him i care with other things :)”

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

winwin and aria going in to each other on knowing brothers, to the point where the mc’s had their eyes popping out of their head and waved about to stop the segment before aria could start attacking winwin’s cooking methods-

nothing is off limits when it comes to them

➣ LUCAS ☾ arihei

besties 

please they’re so cute together - tol child next to tini child she barely comes up to his chest :(

bear hugs

he just swamps her in his arms, and when he doesn’t feel like being bent over he picks her up 

complains that she’s too heavy but then immediately after will throw her around like a softball 

someone tell this man to be careful with her she’s not a barbie doll 

singular braincell energy

don’t get it wrong, they’re both super smart 

so it’s just - being smort together, but then nearly dying because neither of them remembered that you couldn’t eat raw cookie dough when there are eggs in it

she adores how he’s so confident in the things that he does - like convincing the entire nct fandom that he was fluent in english? king behaviour

so aria looks up to him (literally) but also because she wants to have that confidence some day 

lucas says they’re not close and then aria pouts and he takes it all back

nczennies made a 14 minute compilation titled “lucas melting like a popsicle in australia for aria” 

and literally what the title tells you, this man goes :(( when he sees her 

lucas was actually the person to convince her to go ahead with the [redacted] proposal - and reminded her that it was too good an opportunity to pass up just because she felt like she was outgrowing the boys

he’s so proud of her

and she’s so proud of him 

they’re so proud of each other and it makes nczennies want to cry because they never are seen together 

sm stop separating the platonic soulmates first markhyuck and now arihei smh

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

during a photoshoot, aria was standing off to the side of the boys, dressed in white suit to contrast the boys’ black ones. the photographer was calling out to her to get her to move closer, but she couldn’t hear him from so far away, and so lucas (who was on the end) just walked over to her, gripped her by the biceps and lifted her vertically and to the left a little bit. 

“luc-LUCAS?”

“you had to move :)”

➣ XIAOJUN ☾ arijun

honestly these two aren’t super close, just because their schedules never matched up until the NCT 2020 promotions

even when aria was dragged to the wayv dorms, xiaojun kept his distance from her because he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable 

even so, when they were filming Make A Wish together, they seemed comfortable enough around each other

there was a mutual agreement to not try fill the silence with awkward small talk, so they sat in silence when left alone together

they’re both shy :( someone needs to get them to talk to each other :(

even so, aria was all supportive smiles and thumbs-up when she saw him getting nervous before their first public stage as the unit 

he was a little intimidated of her at first, but also really curious about how she was holding her own against the other members

not only physically, but her vibes are tiny let the man be concerned ok

his first impression of aria was just: small quiet? she was sitting apart from the other boys in the practice room, and he almost wanted to go over and ask her if she was ok; before she was approached by donghyuck and her face broke into a bright smile 

aria’s first impression of xiaojun was: eyebrows he was really handsome? at first, she thought he was in the wrong room, seeing as the SM modeling auditions were happening in the next room down

any arijun shippers are starved of content im so sorry guys 

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

currently still up for debate between the fandom :(

➣ HENDERY ☾ aridery

ah these two 

you might as well sign a waiver if you decide to do anything with them, because they can and will get you killed 

kun can testify

ten’s the enabler but hendery is the do-er

super giggly around each other, for no reason at all

hendery could pick up and throw a basketball and suddenly aria’s on the floor in literal stitches 

have a secret code 

no seriously

they don’t text in words, they just send various reaction memes and a colourful variety of emojis to convey emotions and scenarios 

it’s become quite a beautiful language actually 

got some nice proverbs in there

they’re like, cousins but the ones you only see at family reunions but get so hype to see them

that energy 

asides from the chaotic, murderous vibes they possess as a duo

hendery knows what it’s like to miss home, to miss your parents, etc etc

and so he tries to make aria feel as home as possible - especially with wayv, because they’re all foreigners who know how she feels 

whenever he gets packages from his parents who have sent things over, he always makes sure to keep some of the small treats/sweets back for aria

1. because he knows she’ll appreciate the thought and she gives good hugs

2. because he knows she’s on a diet constantly and never allowed eat these things when she’s in the dorms with managers around 

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

filming the Resonance “Wish” event, aria was put in a skimpy minimalistic mock-suit to differentiate from the others’ clothes. unfortunately, that left aria with a little too much shoulder and chest on display than she would like, and she was noticeably uncomfortable with her clothes, constantly pulling it up and even going so far as to just hold it with her hands. 

hendery saw this, and knew he was finished filming his segment for the time being, so he pulled off his own jacket and tossed it over to aria, who caught it with a grateful smile. “thank you,” she mouthed to him, tugging the dark blue material over her shoulders.

➣ YANGYANG ☾ ariyang

aria. has 9 days of age on this boy and will never let him forget it

“respect your elders you brat” “9. DAYS.”

european pals 

they feel so cultured when they get asked about europe, and then are kindly reminded by hendery that A. Germany started 2 world wars, and B. Ireland was just a British colony until 100 years ago. 

they both hit him for that

aria teaching him curse words in irish and yangyang teaching her curse words in german? more likely than you’d think 

they met before yangyang’s debut was announced, in a practice room that had let them accidentally overlap their practice times 

instead of working it out between them, they actually just started to alternate their songs - and the other gave them some good, constructive criticism 

most of the time

when they found out they were going to be in 90s Love together, they were so happy 

it was going to be their first official schedule together

all the behind-the-scenes videos are just aria and yangyang being children and then ten coming over and cooing at them 

they love ten, but they will trash talk the man behind his back 

yangyang confessed to her that he sometimes feels nervous when speaking korean, like he’s going to make a big mistake

so she tries her best to teach and correct him where she can, and make him as comfortable as possible 

if you look at any of the 90s Love promotions - aria is always beside yangyang

he bit her ear once

she doesn’t know why and he won’t tell her

but now when she makes fun of him, he threatens to do it again 

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

aria skating onto the rink during filming, and yangyang following her because she promised to teach him how to skate backwards.

“ok just, think like you’re leading with your heels. press your knees in, and push outwards, with you-no no that’s forwards. go backwards yangyang.”

“no no no thats a WALL YANGYANG STOP-” 

[lemontwst]

OKAY SO consider this: the first years in locker room seeing that male mc is PACKING. Would they fight over who gets to feast on it or would they share 👀

anon these boys couldn’t run a goddamn lemonade stand without trying to fistfight each other, imagine the kind of chaos that ensues whenever you are involved.

Ace is the one who pretends not to care but is always sneaking glances. He sometimes teases you about your size, but his jokes have a tinge of nervousness to them and his eyes glaze over with lust. He often wonders what your dick would feel like buried deep inside him, and is suspiciously prone to dropping things in front of you so that he can tempt you with his ass. He secretly wants you to fuck him on the bench right in the middle of the locker room, and will end up moaning like a mindless, perverted bitch when you finally do it.

It's really easy to guess what goes on inside Deuce's head when you take your pants off, because he ends up visibly stiffening next to you, a light blush on his face. He's extremely ashamed to be thinking such dirty things about you when you're just trying to change, but fuck, his locker is right next to yours and if he just—reaches slightly with his fingers he’ll be able to touch you—would you go hard in his hand? Would your cock throb and swell and grow even bigger if he were to stroke you? Fuck—he'll even let you fuck his armpit like he's a doll, just please press that hard dick against him...

Epel is the most obvious about the fact that he wants your cock, he literally gives zero fucks. He likes to think he's the closest to you out of all the first years and is always glued to your side, glaring at the others when they come to talk to you like a jealous girlfriend. He likes to press his chest against your back when you take off your shirt, his hands caressing your abdomen as he bats his lashes at you and plays the part of the innocent, cute boy. Often sits on your lap when you're resting on the bench, eager to feel your bulge against his ass. He will do everything in his power to make you go hard under him, doesn't matter if the other students are around or not.

Jack was always stubborn about admitting he loved your dick, at least until he found himself kneeling between your legs, slobbering all over his new favorite bone right in the middle of the locker room. Now he always thinks about sucking you off when he sees your bulge, your scent drives him absolutely crazy and he's learned to nuzzle his nose against your cheek and whine like a sad puppy when he wants his bone. His tails wags happily when he finally has your cock in his mouth, he drools and licks and slurps like it's the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. Scratch behind his ears while his cheeks are full of cock and he will cream himself on the spot.

You hold so much power over Sebek with just your dick alone that whenever you take off your pants he suddenly goes quiet. It's blissful fucking silence from him and you'd be grateful for it if it weren't for the fact that he's always stealing glances at your junk. He's so annoying you sometimes snap and drag him to the bathroom, entertaining his silent pleas to be manhandled like a whore by rubbing your cock against his equally large one and making him moan so loud the others are bound to hear. He always whines about how this is 'inappropriate' but his tongue lolls out and his hips can't stop grinding against yours as he looks at your touching dicks like he's mesmerized.

—No, they cannot share, and it's always a goddamn mess when they try.

They can suck your cock together for about twenty seconds before they start elbowing and pushing each other, eager to monopolize you and be the one who makes you cum. They try so hard, swirling their tongues around your glans and gently sucking on your balls, their shameless mouths hanging open as the try to take as much of your cum as they can for themselves.

Fucking one of them while another one is present is also a goddamn struggle, because they will try to distract you from the ass you're pounding by sucking on your ear and grinding against you needily, grabbing your hand and rubbing it against their crotch. They all have zero patience when it comes to you—zero, nada—so they act like fucking brats when they have to wait for their turn to be plowed.

[seoafin]

to add on to that toji teacher au,,,

toji and gojo DEFINITELY fight over who's gonna teach megumi 😭

despite knowing yaga's teaching schedule for them, they STILL go at each other, trying so hard to one up each other as the best teacher for megumi. gojo would teach him one day and you just see toji at the back of the classroom, watching for gojo to not notice something just so he can point it out✋🏾😭 gojo just showing him a fighting stance and all of a sudden toji would be like, "his arms need to be higher" with a smirk on his face. this bastard ✋🏾😭

when toji would teach megumi, gojo would NOT let them out of his sight. if they're inside, he's outside watching though the window. rip!mc has to DRAG this man away from them. 😭 megumi is so tired, this boy just wants to have a normal lesson but these two assholes can't help but show off whenever they're around each other 😭 someone save him pls

when gojo’s a student, toji and gojo are always trying to one up each other, especially in front of megumi who literally could not care any less. plus he’s like seven at the time and toji only dragged him to school on the weekend because he couldn’t find a babysitter.

it devolves into toji and gojo taking it outside and trying to duke it out on the training grounds while megumi sits on the sidelines reading. rip!mc walks by and sees megumi and decides to take him out for some ice cream. by the time gojo and toji finish (it’s a tie....for now) they realize megumi’s missing.

toji tears up the school grounds looking for his son only to find him sitting next to shoko and rip!mc in the cafeteria and a popsicle in his hands.

but when gojo is a teacher???? toji vs. gojo’s rivalry rises to unbearable heights. it’s not only their problem, it’s the entire school’s problem when gojo and toji accidentally destroy a temple on school grounds in their attempts to get megumi’s attention. megumi is so exasperated. tries to pretend that he has no clue who toji is, but the similarities in their appearance says everything.

i can just imagine toji locking gojo out of the classroom lmfao but lo and behold five minutes later gojo is tapping on the glass outside the window even though the classroom is on the fifth floor.

anyway save megumi 😭 

[beelsfeels]

Obey Me Brothers React to a Gen z MC

To the beautiful person who sent me this request, I straight up accidentally deleted this ask halfway through writing it, I’m so sorry. That’s what I get for trying to use Tumblr Mobile.  However, the prompt was:

"How would The Brothers react to a GN MC who is a Gen Z, and has a very dark sense of humor, but like is too scared to ask for extra ketchup from a restaurant."

Lucifer

- The most confused of all the brothers - HATES chaos and MC is constantly there to say the craziest stuff, MC gives this man heartburn 5sure. "MC, You must do your tasks. Don't Disappoint Diavolo." "okay, boomer." "I beg your pardon?" "Then beg." - after that interaction, get ready to either throw hands or book it to Purgatory hall, RIP. - Is constantly amazed by the lack of fear they have around him and his brothers, but also saw them drop a pen in class, and as it rolled away they just say there awkwardly until class was over to go get it. -"MC, Would you please call and order takeout from Hell's Kitchen, and ask for extra hell sauce." -"Would you please consider just eating me instead?"

Mammon

- This greedy boy gets it. He, too is constantly faced with the possibility of death and laughs it off most of the time. - As MC'S protector is concerned about the amount of times MC has thrown hands at demons who were being rude to their classmates. - Whatdya got some kinda death wish?? - Text from Mammon: MC, I Have this great Plan, now there is a slight chance we might die but here me out... MC, immediately: I'm in. - MC once kicked Mammon in the chest for taking something out of his room, and he was so impressed he became significantly less worried about their fighting skills. - Lots of "good morning Mammon, let's make this bread." Texts

Leviathan

- Thinks your dark humor is super normie behavior, but absolutely loves it. - "Leviathan, What I love about water is how many problems you can solve with it. Thirsty? Drink some water. Dirty? Take a shower. Hate someone? Drown them."  "I'm actually more interested in sea animals but... You're not wrong?" -One time MC asked Leviathan "What that tail do" - Leviathan couldn't breathe for like a week. - When these two are together, they are physically incapable of asking Anyone for Literally Anything. - Both of them literally say RIP to everything Mammon says in the group chat.

Satan

- As the Avatar of wrath, this man has a lot of self depreciating feelings, so he worries MC's dark humor is hiding a lot of self hatred. -"MC, Lucifer is going to kill you if you do that." “Bold of you to assume I'm afraid to die."

- MC's constant human world Satan references drive him crazy.

“Not today, Satan." "MC, I Just asked you to pass the hell sauce, please stop saying that." - MC once needed help with their DevilDom history paper and apologized 27 times before actually asking Satan for help. - He's happy to help, he doesn't understand why you're so worried about asking him. "Thanks, Satan. I'm so so sorry, Thank you. I'm sorry." “MC, please just sit down so we can work on this.

Asmodeus

- Does Not Understand -MC, why are you so morbid, come clubbing with me, it'll cheer you up. -"I would go to the club with you, but I have an important meeting with Death, and I can't keep putting it off." -If MC does go out with Asmo, they will be tethered to his side lest they have to meet New People™️ and literally no one wants that.

Beel

- Hates it when MC starts making dark jokes, worries they are depressed and wants to make it better -When in doubt, feed the human - One time MC walked into the living room, spraying whipped cream on their head - "Beel, I don't want to do my math homework, Now's the time, my man. My good dude. Come get this snack." - MC, NO.

Belphie

- Is constantly guilted into doing the things that make MC anxious. "Belphie, can you go ask for a refill for me?" “No, MC. I'm tired." “Look, buddy, if you didn't want to do it, you should have finished the job." - Huffs and scowls, and does it anyway. - low-key gets it, he hates himself a lot, and relates to MC's humor. - One time Belphie brought MC a new pillow and they replied "You're just in time! Please smother me with that." - MC, just take a nap and maybe you’ll calm down.

[calif0rnia-lovers]

Vanilla Kisses.

A/N: A golden request for an underrated daddy 

Pairing: Bishop Losa x Reader

Warnings: it is Sinful Saturday, so smutty Bish with his future baby mommy 

Request: Prompt #23: “God dammit, now all I can think about right now is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.” 

Summary: There is nothing half ass about Bishop Losa. When you share that you wouldn’t mind starting a family, your husband takes the matter very seriously. If that means a quickie during a family dinner before a club run he’s game. 

Words: 2.4K 

"Wanna taste?"

The teasing nature of your voice causes the corners of your husband’s lips to turn up.

Bishop slides the backdoor shut, muffling the laughter from the gathering outside. Instead of speaking, he lifts his beer to his lips and takes a sip. He allows himself to give you a once over. In the chaos of the afternoon the two of you haven’t had much of a chance to speak. The last time he was close enough to say “hi” you were shoving a bag of patties and steaks into his hand before following Letty to the car for the rest of the groceries.

Sundays are for family dinner. You and Bishop host the boys of the MC for dinner in your home. With the California sun in full blaze, Bishop manned the grille while you kept everyone entertained.  

He notes that you’re wearing one of his shirts. The button down covers your black bikini top, the fabric tied to rest just above your navel. His eyes admire how your hips fill in the light wash denim cut-offs and the contrast it holds to skin. His tongue passes over his lips as you lean forward to rest your elbows against the marble island giving him a reminder as to why they were his favorite shorts.

"Hmm?"

Tilting your head to the side, you watch as Bishop’s gaze lingers before trailing up to meet yours. Lifting the half-eaten ice cream cone in your hand, you wait until your tongue has captured the dripping vanilla to return your gaze to his. The smile on your lips grows as you watch him swallow another swig of beer, his eyes following the path of your tongue until it disappears behind your lips.

"The ice cream..." You smile innocently. "At least that's what I meant. I just figured you did the way you were...staring."

"I've been looking for you."

"And you found me."

Bishop watches silently for a moment as you refocus on finishing your ice cream. Crossing the room, he places his empty beer bottle on the counter alongside you. He shifts so that he's standing behind you. The warmth of his palms graze the sliver of skin the peeks out as you playfully offer him the ice-cream cone.

As you tilt your head to get a look at him, his fingers gently draw circles along the curve of your hip. His brow rises as your eyes briefly meet his.

"What's the hostess doing hiding out in the kitchen?"

Gently massaging your skin, Bishop smiles as you adjust your posture, guiding your hips back. Pressing against him, you shift your hips teasingly brushing your ass against the bulge pressing against you.

"Trying to enjoy my ice cream in peace." You shrug lightly. "I had to literally fight for it. You know the boys are vultures when it comes to this stuff."

You allow your tongue to capture the vanilla that has dripped onto your fingers. Your tongue follows the trail slowly before capturing the drops that have trickled down the side of your ice cream cone. Your eyes flick up to meet his as you allow your tongue to pass over your lips. The innocent smile you send his way pulls a groan from Bishop’s lips. 

“God dammit, now all I can think about right now is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.” 

“Too bad,” you sigh. His brown eyes darken as his tongue passes over his lips once you take another lick from your cone. “You shouldn’t have brought your boys over for dinner.”

Bishop lightly pats your hip, smiling as you glance over your shoulder at him. Ducking down he places a kiss against your lips. His touch drifts to your neck keeping your lips pressed against his for a moment longer.

"I know what you're doing," you giggle as you pull away.

"Mmm?" His lips move to your jaw, lingering as his nose brushes against your skin. He places a kiss against your cheek before resting his chin against your shoulder. "And what's that?"

"I'm not sharing my ice cream with you."

"That's okay. I had something much sweeter in mind," he chuckles, his lips moving to your ear. "Figured you could help me find it in the garage...I think we gotta go get the rest of the ice cream since you ate the last of it."

Despite the shaking of your head, the smile on your lips causes Bishop to press another kiss against your cheek.

“I could care less if your club got ice cream.” You sigh nonchalantly. “They eat us out of the house every week. The least I should be able to do is enjoy my ice cream in peace. You go get the ice cream yourself.”

“I think its a two-man job,” he hints.

“Then go get one of your boys to help you,” you giggle as he playfully squeezes your hips. “I’m off the clock.”

"Sure, you weren't just waiting for me?"

Shaking your head, you take another lick of vanilla.

“I was avoiding you.” You laugh lightly, your throat clearing as the warmth of his lips brush against your ear.

Now it’s Bishop’s turn to laugh. He chuckles, the sound vibrating across your neck.

“And why’s that?”

“You keep eye-fucking me in front of our guests,” your words temporarily halt Bishop’s actions.

The corner of his lips flick up into a smile, but his sparkling eyes say it all.

Your eyes roll before he can get out a response.

“And don’t even try and deny it,” you bite back your smile as the warmth of his touch drags along your stomach.

“I can’t help that my wife is the most beautiful woman in the world,” he hums against your neck. Gently sucking against your skin, he chuckles as you shrug away from his lips.

"I didn’t say I fault you for staring," you giggle, your words earning you a smile. “It’s just not the right time.”

“I thought ‘whenever fucking possible’ was the right time,” Bishop teases, his lips leaving an open mouth kiss against your neck.

Taking another lick of your icecream you try your best to ignore the shiver that rolls down your spine. Suppressing the groan rising in your throat, you concentrate on the melting ice cream silently praying it will be enough to cool down your body. The soft tickle of his beard ghosts over the curve of your neck. A warmth passes over your skin as your own words are repeated back to you.

You had used those exact words on him just a week ago. You were in the clubhouse seated across his lap, fingers toying with his hair as Bishop concentrated on his phone. You’d recently programmed his calendar, something he never thought would ever happen, with the dates of your ovulation cycle. None of it made sense to him, but he entertained you as you explained it to him.

“Can’t we just keep having sex like normal?”

“Yeah,” you’d huffed. “But if we have sex between these days we have the best chance of getting pregnant.”

“Every one of those days?” His brows piqued with interest pulling a giggle from you.

“If I say whenever fucking possible will you remember to look at this? Bish, I'm serious-"

“Of course I’ll look at it...I just never thought I’d be scheduling sex with my wife,” he chuckled as your eyes rolled. He placed a kiss against your cheek before mumbling “Just tell me when you’re ready and I’ll come.”

Bishop’s tongue catches the ice cream dripping down your wrist, his lips pressing a kiss against your skin.

"Hey!" You giggle as he shifts your wrist so that he can steal the last of your ice cream.

"I think right now’s a good time,”  he chuckles. His lips are cool as they press against the warmth of your neck.

The cool seems to stand as a stark contrast to your blazing skin. He places a soft kiss along your jaw. By the time he reaches your cheek, you’re tilting your head to bring your lips to his. You shift against him the grunt that escapes his lips causing you to reapply the pressure digging his fingers into your hips.

“What?” Turning in his arms, you wrap your arms around his neck. You meet his dark eyes, your teeth tugging against your bottom lip. “You want me to sneak off with you and have sex with a houseful of guests? Like we're fucking teenagers?”

"The guests are outside,” he responds. “Besides, it’s on the calendar.”

The counter pulls a smile to your lips.

“True, but we can wait until everyone leaves.”

“I have club business later," Bishop reminds you, the both of you releasing a sigh as you remember the conversation about the matter from earlier this morning. “We’re out of town for a few days.”

Your gaze crosses the room as the back door slides open. A smile finds your face as Letty pops her head inside.

"Hey, didn't you store the extra ice cream in the garage?" She quickly nods over her shoulder towards the laughter drifting into the kitchen. "Angel and Coco are fighting over who gets the last of it out here."

You try your best not to ignore Bishop's grin as you nod, your hand finding his chest.

"I was just telling Y/N we should go grab the ice cream from the freezer," he grins as his hands grip your hips pulling you away from the island.

"We'll bring it right out!" You call over your shoulder as Bishop leads you around the island and towards the hall.

You stumble into the garage behind him in a matter of seconds, managing to slam the door shut before your fingers tug against the front of his shirt.

The weight of his body presses you against the door, his fingers digging into the softness of your hips. You wrap your arms around him, fingers tightening in his hair as his touch rolls over your hips before trailing down to grab your ass. His lips and teeth tease a groan from your lips, the desire to kiss him deeper distracting you from the task at hand. You take his face in your hands, training his lips to yours as he hastily rids you of your shorts. The softness of his touch against the warmth of your thighs tugs your teeth against his bottom lip. His fingers drag along your folds the slow circles he presses against you coaxing more wetness from you. He slips his middle and index finger inside of you, the pressure he builds coming quicker than either of you would like, but you welcome it.

"We're gonna have to make this fast," he huffs as you unbuckle his jeans. "They'll be coming looking for that fucking ice cream-"

"Then hurry up."

Lifting his fingers to your mouth, you watch his jaw clench as you take his fingers between your lips. His eyes follow them as they brush against his knuckles taking in the taste of you. Your playful eyes meet his gaze as your tongue roll of his fingers before your lips retreat. Your giggles fill the air as he yanks against your waist, your feet leaving the ground.

The trip to the freezer doesn't come quick enough.

Your mind is swimming, the urge to get him undressed and keep him close at the same time making it difficult to know where to keep your hands. It's up to Bishop to move you to stable ground. Lifting you onto the freezer, he grins as your fingers latch on to his shirt tugging him closer.

Your eyes follow the movements of his hands as he focuses on releasing himself from his jeans. Your tongue drags over your lips as you watch him stroke himself. The lingering of your eyes, and the way your teeth tug at your bottom lip, as you watch his movements cause the corner of his mouth to curl up into a smile. Bishop knew the sight all too well. If he let you give in to the urge to have him in your mouth your time would be blown.

A chuckle passes over Bishop's lips as his hands hook beneath your knees tugging you forward.

“Another time, baby girl,” he chuckles as you pout. “I want those pretty lips wrapped around me when no one else is around.”

“What if I said that’s all I want right now,” you counter, his darkened eyes following the path of your hand as you gently stroke his length.

"You can't always get your way," he chuckles.

His eyes drop down, trained on your hips as he presses into you. Your head falls back, your teeth tugging at your bottom muffling the moan that escapes your lips. His arm secures around your waist as your legs wrap around him. His left-hand drifts to the nape of your neck before gathering your loose curls in his palm. His grip tightens, tugging your head back exposing your neck so that his lips can drag along the length of your neck. He sucks against your skin. The attempt to keep his groans muffled increases the pressure he applies raising a bruise to the surface. His hips move at an agonizingly slow pace, the thrusts of his hips matching the pressure of his thumb against your clit.

Each thrust of his hips push the laughter, coming from just beyond the walls of your garage, further out your mind. Until they're forgotten. The impatient grip in his hair causes Bishop's pace to quicken. His thrusts become deliberate, each upward stroke pushing you closer to the edge. He keeps his pace steady as he uses the unevenness of your breaths as his guide.

Between the pressure of his hips, and the coaxing of his thumb, you're fingers are digging into his back in a matter of a few shorts minutes. A gasp fills the air drowning out his chuckle as your walls tighten around him. Bishop holds your hips tight against him, pushing his hips into yours with slow languid strokes that guide you through your orgasm.

The high begins to ebb away as he presses kisses against your neck and shoulder. His palms rub against the warmth of your thighs. The moment he feels the quivering of your muscles subside, he pulls your hips forward. He chuckles as a squeal escapes your lips, a shiver rushing down your spine as he begins to thrust deeper into you.

The words of endearment he whispers against your skin are lost beneath the gasps filling the air as Bishop's hips quickly snap into yours. The touch of his skin and the warmth of his strokes against your over sensitive walls set tingles across your body. The high that nearly faded just a few seconds before rushes back to the surface. Much quicker this time as his hips move relentlessly against yours. He manages to get off a few more unsteady, sloppy thrusts before you're cuming again and he's following shortly.

Bishop's grip remains tight around you, his lips pressing soft kisses against your lips, his hand gently massaging the base of your spine.

The two of you remain tangled for a few minutes, the kisses you share lingering as your breathing starts to stabilize.

"If that didn't work," he mumbles against the corner of your mouth. "I don't know what will."

[perriewinklenerdie]

We made a vow (Ethan x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

A/N:  Hey, hi, hello! How are we doing this (kinda, but not really, uni started and I feel the need to sleep and complain even tho nothing has happened yet, really) fine day? It's weekend, guys! Yesterday I got an ask with an idea that felt way too painful and emotional for me to not write. (I almost cried while writing it, cause I got emo :) ) So, we brainstormed; we wrote; we made an edit; here we are now.

It’s part of the ESIMY series but can be read as a separate work. (E and C got married before they started working together. That’s about all you need to know.)

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Summary: What impact would the events of Chapter 11 have on Ethan and Claire if they were married at the time? 

Enjoy! <3

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Nothing that happened so far that day clued him in that something was about to happen. He went about his day as usual, depending on his coffee to push him through the sleepiness he was feeling. A slight smirk appeared on his lips every time he remembered how his wife kept him up all night, being the sole reason for his tiredness. She would, of course, deny everything and say that it was him who kept her up, not the other way around, but in those moments, neither of them ever cared who started and who made it last.

Everything that day was going perfectly. Which should have been his first red flag.

He never would have believed it was possible to happen, but as soon as he turned the corner, the air changed. A blow to his chest and a hand wrapping around his heart, squeezing tighter with each step forward he took. It was getting harder to breathe and he couldn’t explain it. Then he looked inside the room of the senator, and suddenly he knew everything and nothing at once.

Claire noticed him almost immediately. Their silent conversation lasted only a fraction of a second, after which he was throwing himself at the door, trying to reach her and find answers to his confusion. But the door wouldn’t budge; her grip on the handle was tight, her shoulder keeping the door closed.

“Ethan, don’t come in here.” She exclaimed, panic seeping into her features. He didn’t understand; he desperately needed to, though, because with each moment that passed with a barrier between them, the chances of him keeping a level head were getting smaller and smaller.

“Claire, what’s happening?” he asked, pulling his eyes away from her, not without effort, to diagnose the situation in the room. Pieces of the puzzle were falling into place, painting a horrifying picture in his mind. He looked back at her, pleading with his gaze for her to tell him that it wasn’t what he already knew was the case. But she couldn’t do that.

“Travis just tried to kill the Senator. Ed escaped, and whatever was in that can got on Travis, Danny and Bobby. Rafael and I were affected too, though not as much.”

“How much?”

“I breathed some in. Maybe some more on my hands.” They both looked down at her wrists, a layer of an unknown substance sparkling in the bright light of the room. “It’s bad, Ethan. I just don’t know how bad yet.”

Ethan refused to look away from her for a long moment. If only he could take her into his arms and shield her from it all. They could be far away from this, far away from idiots like the Senator, far away from danger. It was too late for that now; she was already affected. She could already be on her way to leaving him, and all he was able do was stop and stare at her. Scared that if he looked away, she would disappear.

After making sure that no one could see her face, she mouthed ‘I love you’, her lower lip trembling as tears threatened to fall down her cheeks. He couldn’t mirror her gesture, with people standing behind her having the potential to see him, but he could place his hand on the glass and pretend that he could feel the warmth of her hand when she did that too.

“I’ll make it right, Claire. You’re not dying on me. Not now, not ever.”

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“Dr. Herondale, you need to change into these.” A nurse’s voice was a bit quiet due to the hazmat suit she wore. Extending her hand, she handed Claire a plain gown, waiting patiently for her to change in the bathroom. When she was handed back the clothes the blonde doctor was wearing, she noticed a necklace around her neck. “All the jewelry too.”

Claire shook her head. “I never take this off. I can’t.”

“I’m afraid there’s no other choice, Dr. Herondale. I’m sorry about that.” She responded with a sympathetic look on her face, but there was no discussion.

With a shuddered breath, Claire reached for the clasp at the back of her neck, taking the necklace off tenderly. A golden band was hanging from it. Her wedding ring. When she’s at work, she keeps it hidden to not raise any questions, and so does Ethan. But as soon as their shifts end, they fall back into the comfort of their marriage and rings go back on their fingers.

She traced the rim of the ring with her thumb. Pensively, she turned to the nurse. “Can you give it to Dr. Ramsey? For safekeeping?”

“Of course, I’ll get that to him right away.”

Claire didn’t have to wait long to see her husband again. As soon as he got the ring, he shot up from his seat and practically ran to her. She was sitting by the wall, eyes closed most likely due to a wave of nausea that she was complaining about the last time he saw her.

“Claire?” he called out, his voice coming out much gentler than he knew it should. She looked at him, standing up slowly to walk over to the window. She didn’t even have to ask to know why he was there.”

“You got it, right?” she asked as a formality, an attempt to make them both feel better. He laughed quietly, raising his hand to show her a thin golden chain, wrapped around his hand lightly, a sparkling band touching his wrist.

“How are you feeling?” he nodded towards the room, grasping at any shred of information to ease his mind even a little bit.

“My head hurts a bit, but nothing else has changed. Any progress on the diagnosis?” as soon as the question left her mouth, his face fell. He shook his head, closing his eyes in shame.

“I feel like I’m letting you down.”

“Ethan, no.” she interrupted him before he could say anything else. “I can’t shake you literally, so you’re going to have to do that yourself. None, and I mean it, none of this is your fault. You hear me?”

“Yes, Dr. Herondale.” He teased, smiling for the first time since the incident. He hesitated for a bit, then decided to go with his idea. Unwrapping the chain from around his hand, he slipped it around his neck, letting it rest against his chest, protected from the view by the fabric of his shirt. “You better come out to take it back. I have mine, it needs you to have the other one.”

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Sienna was keeping her eyes trained on the road ahead of them, nervously twisting her fingers. Ethan was almost waiting for his wife’s friend to ask the question that he could practically hear in the way she was shaking impatiently in her seat.

“Claire talks a lot about you.” she said innocently, doing exactly what Ethan expected her to do. And yet, he didn’t know how to respond. You should have thought of a response.

“We’re friends.” He decided to play it safe, hoping that she would drop the subject. She didn’t.

“It seems like more than friends, with all due respect.”

Ethan was never a person to say the first thing that comes to his mind. So why did he start now? “I have feelings for her.” And as soon as the words left his mouth, a flash of cold ran down his spine, freezing him in place.

Sienna gasped, her face lighting up giddily. “I freaking knew it! You have the vibe!”

“I beg your pardon?” Ethan stuttered, trying to do some damage control that he knew was most likely a futile effort. She turned to look at him with a serious glint in her eyes.

“It’s very subtle, I just notice those things. Does she know? About your feelings?”

“She does.”

“So you two are dating?” another excited scream filled the air in the car, making him feel as though the walls were closing in on him. They spent so long trying to keep their feelings hidden, and then there was Sienna that seemingly saw through it all, even if she didn’t know the details. Clearly, she didn’t know everything, but with enough reckless confessions from him, she’d put it all together.

“No.” he answered truthfully. “We’re not dating. We talked about it and decided to stay away from each other at work, so we wouldn’t risk her career. And that’s all I’ll say on that matter.” He added, cutting her short when he saw her opening her mouth to ask more questions.

The only sound that could be heard was the gently hum of the car moving on the concrete. The atmosphere got heavier as the glooming vision of possible tragedy hung over their heads.

“Do you think they’ll survive this?” Sienna asked quietly, fighting the tightness in her throat and the tears in her eyes. Ethan didn’t want to have to think about it. Up until this point, he wouldn’t let himself even think about the possibility of losing Claire.

“I- I don’t know.” He hated not having an answer, hated the feeling of uncertainty. He’s been terrified before; he’s felt helplessness before too. This time was worse on so many levels that his mind refused to register all of them. His determination was burning in his chest, fighting the terror in his mind. It wasn’t over. Not yet. “But I’ll do everything in my power to make sure that they do.”

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They’re left alone as their friends and colleagues rushed off to race against the time and find the cure. Ethan stood by her side, looking at her from behind the plastic pane of his suit, his whole body aching as though he’s ran a marathon. Because in a way, he did. She was looking at him with tired eyes, her signature glimmer in her eyes gone. The only thing that was still left of his wife that hasn’t changed was the smile on her face. A smile she had only for him; a smile that was the first thing that made him fall for her. He could see through her façade, though, knowing how much it cost her to smile like that.

“Claire, I-“ he started speaking. He thought he was strong enough to pull them both through it. How wrong he was. He choked on his words, all defenses falling to the ground and baring him to the pain that was shadowing him for the whole day. She fell into his arms, her tears trailing down the stiff layer of his suit, the skin of her cheek sticking to it uncomfortably.

“Promise me.” she whispered, trying to clear her throat enough to make her voice more audible. “Promise me that you won’t shut down. That you won’t push everyone away.” she felt him freeze when he realized what she was doing. He tired to move away so he could protest, but she kept him in place firmly, her arms holding onto his waist tightly. “Promise me you’ll take care of Jenner. And let Naveen in. And Alan. And Louise.” He stopped fighting, surprised by her words. She nodded, nuzzling her face into his chest. “Yes, her too. You’re going to need people to survive this if- if I-“

She started hyperventilating, unable to finish whatever sentence she had in mind. Ethan’s grip on her grounded her in reality that she didn’t want to be in but wouldn’t have it any other way at the same time. Because in this reality, she had him, and he was everything she ever needed. She wouldn’t give him up for anything.

Ethan’s entire body began to shake, wrecked by sobs that stole the air he was supposed to be breathing. He picked her up and carried her to bed, gathering her in his arms and rocking them both in a gentle back and forth motion.

“Stop. You’re not dying. You’re not leaving me this soon, and I’m not leaving you either. We promised each other a life together.” He picked her left hand up, pressing his thumb to her ring finger. Remembering that her ring was with him, he places her hand over the place it was resting, letting her feel the outlines of it through the rough material of the suit. “It’s waiting to go back on that little finger of yours. And it will. We’re gonna find a cure and you’ll be fine.” His embrace brought her closed, making her basically lie down on top of him, as close as their current situation would allow.

“I’m going to take you back home and take care of you. Help you overcome all the demons that haunt that beautiful mind of yours.” He continued, their legs tangled despite hers being covered by the blanket, her hand holding onto his tightly, wishing she could feel his skin instead of a thick layer of plastic. “I’m going to love you so much and so hard that you’ll forget about the world outside. I love you Claire. We’re going to have a long and happy life together, you, Jenner and I.”

“And we’ll get a cat.” She laughed, the sound mixing with her sobs that slowly begun to subside. He smiled at the thought, finding it hard to disagree with her.

“I’m sure Jenner would love that.”

“I already asked and got the approval.”

“Of course you did.” there was lightness in his voice, some of the weight lifted off his chest. Long as she was breathing, talking and holding him tight, there was still time. “We’re going to get through this.” he whispered, holding her long into the night as she slept.

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Next morning brought them the hope they needed along with the cure. Hour after hour, her situation was looking up and eventually, she was cleared to be transferred to the other room. Claire couldn’t begin to explain the sheer happiness she felt when she saw her husband walk through the door without that ridiculous suit on. Her body came to life when she embraced him tightly and actually felt him, the warmth of his body, the lines of his muscles, all of which she knew by heart. Tears were falling down her cheeks and his, mixing together the further down they were, and their embrace didn’t seem friendly, but they were both beyond the point of caring. No more distance, no more danger to keep them away from each other.

Ethan walked her to her new room, taking his time to not strain her too much. He even suggested carrying her there, but she refused to let him out them like that, saying that there’s a perfectly working wheelchair that would do the job almost as good as his arms.

“Though, for the record, I prefer your arms.” She grinned, winking at him playfully.

He took a quick look over the corridor, making sure they were alone before locking the door behind them and stepping closer to her. He reached for the chain around his neck and took it off, sliding the ring into his palm. Taking her hand in his, he put the ring on her finger, something changing in the air around them, clicking into place. Ethan raised her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the golden band, his eyes finding hers and locking them in an intense gaze that said everything that needed to be said.

“In sickness and in health.” He muttered, pulling on her fingers to rest her arm on his shoulder as their lips met softly. She laughed sweetly, nuzzling her nose against his in a tender act of affection.

“For better or worse.” Claire wrapped her other arm around his neck, pressing them closer together as the world melted away for a short while.

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FUCK.YOU.ANGEL.REYES

Chapter 3.5

Angel Reyes x Black Reader

Warnings: Crude Nasty Hot and Dirty Language. Oral Sex Unprotected Sex. Female receiving. Bodily Fluids

Summary: You return to Santo Padre after being gone for nearly 15 years. Your life and also others will change. Affecting everything you hold dear including your Mayan MC Family.

Not requested by anyone. This is a short Chapter solely dedicated to Angel basically being Angel. ENJOY PEEPS!!!

Pic credit by @claytoncardenas_angels from Instagram

A thunderstorm has arrived to Santo Padre with howling winds, loud crashes of thunder and flashes of lightning. You were asleep after yet another lengthy round of sex with Angel who was holding you close as you two were asleep. That was while the moon was out. But, now it’s a different story as you two are awake again. Just like the raging storm outside there’s a whole different one of pain, passion and so much pleasure going on under Angel’s roof as he just has your back pinned against his heavy shower glass door as a mixture of cries and lustful pleas are mixed with the hot showering steam. You have your legs around him his tall solid figure as he drags more orgasms from your body. That feeling that was once wrapped so tightly in the pit of your stomach was never reached or challenged by any man before Angel also which wasn’t many either. He has single-handedly been able to push, tease, manipulate your body to the edge as he’d watch you dangle before taking the plunge into the abyss of ecstasy. His eyes, teeth, voice, lips, thick ringed fingers and deadly tongue have all done a insurmountable assault on you. Of course, not including that Double XXL King Cobra big dick energy swinging between his legs. Its funny how even before letting him touch you in such an intimate way he latched onto you in more ways than one. He occupied your mind loving there rent free as he eased into your heart little by little and grabbed a hold of your soul by revealing himself by warming up to you. He pulls you out of the shower as he dries your body slowly and on purpose. Then he walks you back to his bedroom. Grabs a blindfold covering your eyes as he sits you down at the foot of the bed.

“Don’t move mama. I’ll be right back”, he whispers as he kisses your lips softly disappearing for a minute.

All you can hear is the rain falling with the heavy winds as your breathing was steady until you felt the nearness and warm heat of a body coming near you. What you can’t see is that Angel is carrying a small tray in tow as he places it on the floor near your feet. A pair of strong hands touched your thighs as rough pads of his fingers trace the outlines of them as your breath slightly quickens. The feeling is making you nervous but, at the same time it’s exhilarating. Once the touching stops he stepped away from you heading toward the head of his bed. You can hear as if something was heavy and chained was being put in place at the headboard.

He comes back to you as he stares at you as you anxiously chew on your bottom lip while your curiosity is like a runaway train. He grabs a strawberry as he holds it in front of your face rubbing it against your lips.

“Hmmm is that a strawberry daddy?”, you ask as a smile appears on your face.

He doesn’t right away as he dips it in chocolate dripping down his thick finger as a he places it toward you lips as you take a bite. You moan at the taste as he watches you lick the extra chocolate from your lips. He nearly finishes the rest of it as he holds the last piece on his own lips. Moving closer to you as you pull him in taking the rest into your mouth as he lets out a feral growl as you suck on his bottom lip. He’s suddenly overheated and his dick is hard as fucking steel as he grabs you picking you up placing your body flat on his bed.

“Damn my necklace looks beautiful between these breasts I’m going to lick and suck the hell out of”, as your mouth waters with anticipation.

He grabs each of your wrists as they become shackled to his headboard while his hard dick keeps brushing your left leg as a yelp escape your lips. He laughs under his breath as he leaves your legs free.

“Alexa. Play Living Room Flow for me”, asks Angel.

“Sure thing Daddy. Anything for you”, the feminine voice responds back to him as you raise a quizzical eyebrow and shaking your head.

Suddenly music comes thumping from his sound system as Jhene sultry voice seeps through his sound system.

I’m so glad you called right on time

You must have just read my mind

If we skipped the small talk, want you now

But, I don’t have to stay til mornin’

I don’t have to, I don’t have pack no clothes

I am really not that lonely

We finished, we finished and I will go

 You gasp and hold you legs together for the simple fact that Jhene gets you in the mood for sex. Unless Angel knows now that her music is your Achilles heel and makes you melt to do just about anything.

He doesn’t say a single word as you only hear his heavy ragged breathing as you pool between your legs. So there you are chained to Angel’s headboard with a blindfold over your eyes when you as that moment feel him snake between your legs as your heart jumps into your throat. Suddenly hear as if something is being shakened in a can when something cold is applied to your belly button as you jump from the coldness of it. A split second later it hits you that this man is putting whip cream on your body so you know what’s going to happen next. His hot tongue laps up every drop of the whip cream as you want to free your hands from the cuffs to touch Angel so badly as you bit down on your lip. You call his name repeatedly as he continues to torment you slowly. He grabs your hips to hold you in place.

“You keep your fine ass still dulce. Or else”, he demands as you stay still not wanting the latter of his threat.

You’re body is still as a board as you feel a sticky and dripping sensation on your skin running between you breasts and on top of your hard as diamond nipples. A slow and agonizing slick trail of his tongue leaves you gasping and begging as he sucks up the honey. Putting your body in hyper drive as you feel two fingers dip between your folds as the pad of his thumb making tiny circles to you clit.

“FUCK ANGEL!! Make me come daddy!!!”, you when as he circles your clit faster as your hips move too.

He must’ve felt you were close to euphoria as he whispers to you.

“I told you to not move didn’t I?”, he whispers in your ear as your breath is ragged and uneven as rubs your clit as your upper body slowly leaves his bed.

Just as you were about to cum for him he removes his hand as you growl in anger.

“WHAT FUCK YOU DO THAT FOR ANGEL”, as you yell at him in frustration as he laughs at you.

“What fucking part of be still you don’t understand little girl? I fucking meant that shit”, as he toyed with you some more.

He then grabs the chocolate syrup as he dips his thick finger into it. He drizzles the syrup onto your folds and clit as he grabs your legs pinning you down so you can’t move an inch. He dives in laying his tongue flat as he suck up the syrup as he gasp and cry his name. You so badly wanted to touch and grab onto Angel as he assaulted your pussy with his stiff tongue and thick full beard as tears fall heavily from your eyes.

“Daddy please let me touch you baby”, you yell in a crying sob as you beg Angel for relief.

Of course, Angel being the brick wall he can be licks deeper and faster as you pull at the restraints wanting to be set free. You’re thinking to yourself as your running full steam ahead as Angel is nearing you towards that infinite orgasm you’ve been within reach as tears fall faster from your eyes as your so want to squirt all over his beautiful beard. Just as your nearing the finish line you whisper his name non-stop and he does it again pulling back from you as your now beyond pissed as your now cussing him out.

He does nothing but, guffaws with such cockiness you are practically beside yourself at this point.

“I fucking hate you Angel Reyes. I literally can’t stand you right now”, as you spew anger and cuss words.

He grabs you by the waist as he yanks your lower half toward him as you attempt to resist him.

“Colibri this is a losing battle of you trying to fight and rebel against me. Especially since I know you want Daddy to stretch out this tight ass pussy you been waiting for. All you want to do is wet and squirt all over this dick too. So, when you think you denying me you actually denying yourself”, he whispers in your ear as his tongue flicks your lobe as it sets your body a blaze. You cry uncontrollably as you plead with him to satisfy you so desperately. To a certain extent he’s enjoying this teasing game of cat and mouse he has going with you. But deep down he just wants to fuck you so hard that he’ll be the only man on your mind. He wants to be so consumed with all of you physically and mentally it’s tearing him up to an extent to see you begging, crying and pleading for him to fuck the living day lights out of you. So, he lets bygones by bygones and gives you just exactly what you needed. As another song ends he asks Alexa for another request.

“Play When we by Tank for me”, says Angel as a moan escapes from your lips.

He removes the restraints from your wrists as he softly kisses them, he goes for the blindfold as you move your head from his reach.

“Leave it on daddy. I just want to feel you”, as Angel rolls out a growl from his lips as he’s turned on and his dick is bricking up for your pleasure.

“Get on all fours baby. Head down ass up”, commands Angel as his voice has gotten deeper.

You bite your lip as music pours out from his system again.

When we

When we

Mmm

When we

Go

 I like it when you lose it

I like it when you go there

I like the way you use it

Angel rubs his nose along your folds as you hold onto his bed sheets.

I like it that you don’t play fair

Recipe for a disaster

When I’m just try’na take my time

Stroke is getting’ deep and faster

You’re screamin’ like I’m out of line

His tongue is flattened against your clit as circles and sucks on as you gasp for air

“Don’t stop daddy don’t you dare fucking stop. I wanna come all over your beard please”, as you spur him on. You feel to finger hook inside your center as you buck your round ass against his face. He lets out a moan telling you that he likes it as you pump against his stiff faster. His licks against your clit are more sloppy and profound as you start to shake uncontrollably.

“Oh fuck Angel it’s right there daddy take me to it pleeeease”, you beg as he starts to smacks your ass cheeks one at a time back at forth. Those butterflies in your stomach start to flutter out of control as you take to jump.

“Come for daddy baby. Wet up your beard you love so much” as you lose your mind as you spasm against his bed.

Without noticing “Wet the Bed” is playing as a split-second later Angel enters you from behind filling you completely drawing all the air from you as he steadies himself inside you. He pulls your hair to meet his long deep strokes as he reaches around to rub your swollen clit. You come instantly as you slowly try to pull away from his deafening strokes as he laughs at you.

Bring it forward, don’t you run run

I don’t want to be a minute man

Baby you’re just like a storm

Rainin’ on me girl, your soakin wet, ooh whoa

 He grabs his cell phone feeling himself at the moment as he starts filming. He snaps a couple of salacious pics of his dick penetrating in and out of you as your moans and cries mix with the skin to skin contact getting louder over the music.

 “Fuck girl I love hearing the sweet sound of my dick slapping against my pussy and sweet ass. This is the money shot right here Colibri”, he grunts as he strokes faster connecting to your sweet spot over and over. His strokes are erratic and slowly losing control. He regains as he grabs your waist as he flips you on top of him as he strokes upward into you as he grounds his feet into the mattress.

“You’re mine forever Senorita”.

“Always and forever Mi dulce”.

“No one can’t take my place baby.”

His words alone spare you nothing as you come for him again.

“You hear me? Unless I must remind you again”, as his hot breath is against you ear sending you into over load as he digs his thick fingers into your skin leaving noticeable bruises.

“Yes daddy. Please remind me”, you moan as Angel flips you onto your back as his darker side kicks in. He removes the blindfold as he see you teary brown eyes as he rubs them away. He grabs your legs and pins your knees to meet your shoulders as he moves back and forth inside of you

His beds starts to rock back in forth against the wall as he digs deeper and harder into you. Sobbing cries are grabbed from you as you dig your nails into his skin as you hear his bed creak back and forth from him pounding into you.

“Soy tan adicto a ti papi”, you moan to him as he kisses you with such power behind it his kiss leaves you a sobbing muttering mess.

“Mi Mundo, Mi Todo”, Angel whispers to you as he bits your bottom lip again.  

Your eyes glaze over as you dig your fingers into his hair as your signal to him that you about to cum again.

“Come with me daddy. Let me feel every drop of that pearly essence inside of me”, you whisper as you two come together as so strong that you both yell to the top of your lungs.

You both stay in the same position as you both began to breath evenly again as his head is resting against the crook of your neck.

“I love you Angel Ignacio Reyes” you whisper as your fingers play with his hair.

“Te quiero Y/F/N, Y/M/N, Y/L/N” as he kisses your neck softly.

“Angel I thought the frame was gonna give there for a bit” as Angel laughs at you comment.

“Nah, Colibri that’ll never happen. It’s too strong like the one who sleeps on it”, gloats Angel as you two slowly doze off to slumber as rain continues to fall.

Angel slightly adjusts his big body between your legs as there is a creaking sound.

“CRASH”, as the frame and headboard come apart.

Your eyes are wide as saucers when you realize what you said has come to fruition. Angel looks you in the eye as you attempt to suppress you sniggling giggles of laughter.

“Hmm maybe you should’ve let me come those 3 times you denied me and that would’ve never happened Angel”, you boasted.

“WHAT THE FUCK”, yells Angel as you can’t help but, laugh out loud as he tickles you.