#i feel like its a hard bite though - like chocolate or something

[helpmyinterestsareverywhere]

Everytime I see Sora's hair I just want to eat it (affectionate <3) - it just looks so edible to me idk

[sicbaby]

thinking about how fun it would be to bother leon while he’s trying to work!!

you were bugging and pestering him the whole night, and then he announces that he has to finish up some reports for work. you grew even more agitated at the lack of attention, and the pestering grew even worse.

you follow him up to his home office, plopping yourself down on the floor, arms crossed over your chest with a pout on your face. leon smiles at you with a warm, sincere gaze, despite you being a brat. he walks over to where you were sitting on the floor, leaning over and putting his hands on either sides of your face, squeezing your cheeks lightly. it was a gentle warning, you knew that. “listen, i love you and i know you’re needy right now, but i have to do my work.” he said, voice quiet. “you can help.” he suggests with a small laugh.

you roll your eyes at that. “i’m not helping you with your stupid work.” you pout even more.

he takes a deep sigh. “are you seriously gonna act like this right now, princess?” he asks, standing back up. “i’ll make you hot chocolate and we can watch a shitty horror movie after i’m done. deal?”

“i actually had something else in mind..” you say, a devious grin making its way onto your face.

“oh, yeah? what’s that?” he asks, smiling. you could tell he was in a teasing mood, in order to combat your bratiness. it was going to be a long night…

“you feelin’ okay?” he asks, leaning over once more to kiss you on the forehead when you didn’t respond.

you roll your eyes again. “i’m horny, lee…” you reply bluntly.

he laughs softly, still leaning down. “aww, my little girl is horny?” he says with mock admiration. “would you like to talk about it?” he teases.

“babyyyy,” you draw out, pouting again.

leon gives an exaggerated sigh of defeat. you were just so cute to him. he grabs your hand in his before he speaks. “i’ll tell you what. i’ll let you sit in my lap while i do my reports, okay? does that sound good? then we can do whatever you want after.”

you squeal happily, and leon leads you over to his desk. you eagerly wait for leon to sit down in his office chair, and quickly follow him, your back to his chest. leon finds it hard to actually work on his reports, and he finds himself just staring at you. you looked so cute like this, so needy, it was killing him slowly, deciding to do his work instead of you.

you were content in his lap, until around the 10 minute mark. you had no idea what was going on, on the computer in front of you. and you were so bored.

“you’re squirming too much, baby.” leon finally speaks. he leans his head against yours, his breath on your neck. “you’re cute when you fidget, though..” his breath sends shivers down your spine, and goosebumps appear on your skin. you don’t respond to him, and instead rock your hips side to side slowly, against his crotch. he groans breathily at this.

“woah, baby… do that again, please!” he says, half joking.

“you’re such a perv, leon.” you joke back. he just laughs behind you, leaning back into the chair. you take the opportunity and put your elbows on the desk, pressing back, making the chair move. you press your ass harder into leon’s lap this time.

leon bites his lip, his eyes fluttering. “you’re driving me crazy, angel..” he mumbles, his breath shortening. you begin moving your hips back and forth, feeling his length harden slowly. he’s cursing under his breath, and he grips your waist tightly, holding your ass firmly to him.

“you gotta do your reports, leon..” you tease.

“fuck, i know. cant focus with you on my lap, though.” he drags your hips harshly against his clothed dick. “you feel that, baby? that’s your fault..” he says as he leans over into you, kissing down the side of your neck.

you feel your panties soaking against his jeans, but you know he’s not going to give in… not yet. “just, put it in me, baby? i’ll sit here, and i promise i wont move! please, sir?” you beg him.

he laughs at your request, but likes the idea himself. “you’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you? but, who am i to deny my princess, hmm?” he hums, caressing your sides. he taps on the side of your hips, signaling you to get up. you keep your elbows on the table still, and lift yourself up, just hovering over his lap. he unzips his jeans, pulling out his cock from the hole in his boxers. you move your panties to the side, and slowly sit back down on his cock. the two of you groan loudly at the feeling.

once you were fully sat back down, you began to realize that this probably wasn’t the best idea. your juices were dripping all over his cock, and you found it incredibly challenging to not move, not even an inch. you didn’t want to make leon mad, but it hurt like hell, and there was an itch inside of you that needed to be scratched.

he didn’t seem to be phased however, and leaned back over you to resume his typing. at one point, he leaned down to the side to grab something from one of the drawers. once he returned upright, he adjusted himself in the chair, causing his dick to thrust up into your cunt, making you gasp out a loud moan. he just laughed at you, like he did it on purpose. you whimpered out pathetically, gripping the sides of the desk harshly.

it had been only a couple of minutes, but you physically couldn’t take it anymore. you began slowly rocking your hips again, the feeling of his cock filling you up and the feeling of your lips pressing back and forth against his dick sending your eyes rolling. he quickly notices, and brings a firm grip on your right hip, stopping you, making you groan out.

“you just can’t help yourself, can you?” he laughs.

“please, please, leon… i need you so… bad.” you beg, rocking your hips again, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

he doesn’t need to look at you to know you’re close to tears, he can hear it in your voice. “hey… hey… baby…” he shushes you, sweetly. “shh, it’s okay..” he whispers as he nuzzles into your neck, leaving kisses there and up to your chin, all while rubbing circles on your back.

you sniffle. “please, leon… i need it so bad. cant take it anymore..” you beg, beginning to move your hips again. this time, you bring yourself slightly up and down his cock, barely moving, yet feeling the sensations so strongly.

leon groans at your movements. “y/n… shit.” his voice is gentle, but the heat coursing through his body is anything but. he leans back in the chair, lifting your skirt up your back, eyeing your ass bouncing slightly up and down against his hips.

his hands are on your hips, but he’s not stopping you from moving. once you realize this, you begin moving at a faster pace this time, a mixture of rocking back and forth and bouncing up and down.

leon manages to laugh through the pleasure. “so much for finishing these fuckin’ reports…” he mutters under his breath. he can’t bring himself to be upset though, he’s too enthralled in your warmth and the sound of your beautiful moans. you’re moaning loudly, finally getting the pleasure you so desperately needed before, and leon won’t deny you of it.

you lift yourself fully off of his cock, and slam back down, causing the two of you to moan out. his dick is making you feel so good, sending shivers up your spine, and you can’t help but squeeze your cunt every now and then, clamping his hard cock inside of you.

leon groans in satisfaction and leans forward, holding your body close to his. he begins kissing your neck again. "mmm, that's it, baby," he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. "you like feeling my cock deep inside you, don't you? you’re such a dirty little slut, riding me like this.”

his words were laced with a mix of dominance and adoration, perfectly tailored to ignite a fire within you. he reveled in the way your body responded to his touch, your moans growing louder with each passing moment. leon's grip on your hips tightened, guiding your movements and urging you to take him deeper, his dominance taking over fully now.

"you're so fucking tight, baby," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "i love watching you bounce on my cock, taking every inch. you're mine, princess. mine to fuck as i please."

his words were punctuated by passionate kisses, his lips trailing down your neck and collarbone. you were getting drunk off of his cock and his dirty words, your brain turning to mush as all you could think about was him and how his cock was rubbing your walls so deliciously.

"you're such a fucking slut for me, aren't you? you need my cock deep inside you. tell me how badly you want it," he growled, his voice dripping with lust.

“i- ah! i- fuck… need it, daddy… need you al-always…” you barely manage to get out, your words slurring as he took control, thrusting up into your throbbing cunt harshly.

“mmm, that’s right, baby. that’s fucking right.” your body convulsed in response, moans filling the room as he pounded into you relentlessly. he brings his hand around to your front, his palm connecting with your clit in sharp, stinging slaps. each slap served as a reminder of your earlier bratty behavior and a punishment for testing his patience. he knew it would also send you over the edge, the mixture of pleasure and pain would push you towards an explosive climax.

“oh, fuck!” you cried out, your body jolting away from his slaps. “no.. daddy, no!” you protested, yet your pussy gave you away, clenching tightly with every slap against your puffy hood.

"fuck, that's it, baby," he groaned, his voice filled with a mixture of satisfaction and desire. "you like it when i punish you, don't you? such a naughty little brat, needing my firm hand to put you in your place."

you could barely talk, panting like a dog while pleasure and pain filled your senses. you nodded your head eagerly at his words. “yes… yes… yes!” you breathed out. he smiles at how quickly he gets you to submit.

the slaps on your clit increased, mixed with harsh pinches that he soothed over with gentle fingers before restarting the cycle over again. your moans grew louder, tongue lolling, whimpering and drooling all over his desk as your body was on the edge of release as he continued his relentless assault.

leon could tell you were close, your sweet little pussy clenching and sucking his cock all the way inside. he could feel his own climax building, but he was determined to push you over the edge first. he brings his wet fingers, covered in your essence up, shoving them into your already open mouth. you whimper around his fingers, and he feels your slobber dripping down his wrist. “dirty girl, dumb fucking baby.” he mutters under his breath.

"cum for me, brat," he said firmly, his voice low and commanding. "let go and show me how good my cock makes you feel.” he shoves his fingers even more down your throat, making you gag as you cry and fuck yourself back on his cock desperately.

he smirks, taking his fingers out of your mouth, a string of saliva following his hand as he goes down to rub at your clit. you practically scream, your eyes rolling back as you release the desk, your body arching backwards until your head hits his shoulder. your pussy clenches around him harshly as you cum hard on his cock, toes curling as your vision goes black.

the sound of your release, the clenching of your walls around him, pushed leon over the edge as well, his own release washing over him in waves of ecstasy. “good fucking girl.. take my cum… take it,” he chants as his hot seed spills into your pulsating cunt. you whine, feeling his cock pulsate inside of you, a mixture of yours and his cum leaking down your thighs.

you slump against him, trembling and thoroughly fucked out as he holds you to his chest. he presses a sweet kiss to your hair once he calms down himself. “such a good girl, always take me so well..” he presses another kiss to your hair, making you sigh in content.

“mm, but we’re not done yet, princess.” he says meanly, his cock already hardening again inside of you. “gonna show you how much i love breaking dirty little brats like you.”

[tocinoandkamatis]

can you really blame me?

your sat in your office chair, hunched over the same paperwork again and again until someone had offered you a box of chocolates.

it was your boss- your oh so incredibly hot boss. you dont know why but youve always had a thing for him.

so you thank him- taking the chocolate in your hands and popping it in your mouth.

only for a few minutes later, your left feeling uneasy, hot and bothered.. uncomfortably shifting in your seat and biting your lip. sighing, you pick up your mirror and- well your flushed. pink cheeks and lips with neediness written all over your face. your mind wanders- why? what did i do? i was only ever focused on the paperwork- and then it snapped the chocolate.

you stare at the trashcan and dig out the cover plastic of the small treat, you read it and- 'aphrodisiac'...there imprinted with heart dots for the i right on the back of the wrapper.

and to make sure.. you ask your boss.

and thats when it happens. your lying on his desk with your top buttons undone and your trousers slung over your heels. his big fat cock bullying into your cervix in an excruciating pace. you dont really know whats gotten to this- really, you dont. you just knocked on his office to ask about something and the next second you sat on his desk, his greedy hands trying to tug off your clothes as fast as he can.

your crying and moaning clenching down on him, milking him completely dry. his hand cover your face as an attempt to shush you up- not that he doesnt want you to scream his name. its just that his grandfather is outside right now, talking business with other important men.

but my god he cant stop. hes completely drunk in pleasure- maybe due to the aphrodisiac? but you may find he never ate that chocolate and this event is only because of his need for you.

so your clawing at his back, arching yours as he thrust into you as deep as he could. youve came- what, two times? your sure this would be your fourth. your shaking and moaning but he doesnt stop.

"you like that sweetheart? hm? you like the way im fucking ya hard?"

he grunts as he burries his nose into your neck. you cant do anything but let out a string of whines and whimpers. nodding frantically as his movements get sloppy and uncoordinated, a shrill sign of his impending release. a few things had fallen off the desk but at this point, none of you cared.

"fuck- so tight and warm, just 'f me"

he groans, his small noises laced with a small whine and high pitched whimper as he comes. his hot sead spilling inside of you while your eyes roll to the back of your head.

and finally, he manages to catch his breath and pull out.

"such a pretty little pussy..."

he sighs and presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

but your left wondering 'what the fuck just happened and what the fuck is happening?' because hes now in a meeting- pointing out the proposal of his company and back to his serious and cold character.

seriously? did he not just wreck me? you wonder how strong this guy is because- well your still sensitive and shaking slightly and he just looked like he just had cake and coffee at his favourite restaurant.

my thoughts are occupied on the past events though... but then again can you really blame me?

kuroo, geto, osamu, aizawa, kyoya ootori, kenma, nanami

[roosterforme]

Always Ever Only You Part 12 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Asking your friends for help when you need it is starting to feel good instead of scary. Even listening to Cat open up doesn't sting like it once did. Bradley starts to have an ominous feeling about his upcoming mission, and when the details are revealed, he's left wondering what his career will be like in the future.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff

Length: 4400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

There was truly something to be said for the way you felt after you talked to Dr. Genevieve. Even though your period was a few days late, and you had been holding out hope, you didn't go quite to pieces when it did end up starting. Sure, there were some tears as you opened up a new box of tampons, but you didn't dwell on it as much as you had the past several cycles in a row. 

In fact, when you thought you couldn't take the physical pain of your cramps and the mental pain as well, you called Maria. You told her that you didn't want to be alone and asked if she could stop by. And she came over with a backpack and some donuts. 

"What's in the bag?" you asked as you bit into a Boston cream. 

"Clothes for tomorrow," she replied, petting Tramp while she ate a chocolate donut with sprinkles. "I figured I could sleep over."

"You don't have to," you whispered, now feeling a little embarrassed. 

But she just shrugged. "I've been a little lonely, too. My new roommate has never been as fun as you were."

"Nobody is," you added, biting into a second donut. You figured you earned it, since you'd started to get back on track with what you were eating. "Thanks for joining me in the cafeteria at work."

"Thanks for actually coming to lunch. Cam is hella boring to eat with every day."

You groaned and headed for the couch with a bottle of wine. "Ugh, I left you hanging with Cam. I'm sorry." You were going to be better about taking care of everything. Yourself, your marriage, Bradley, and your friends. 

Maria just laughed and followed behind you with two glasses and a corkscrew. "I love him, but he's still a dude. And just inherently dumb. He can't help it."

The girl talk ended up spiraling into a great weekend, and when you went to work on Monday morning, you still felt good. And Bickel had been a saint, not acting weird or giving you too much distance at all since you broke down hard in his office. Sure, maybe he was asking you how you were feeling with a little more frequency, but he kept your workload the same and never questioned anything you handed in to him.

And then there was Cat. Since you kind of blew the Jake thing up in her face, she'd been very quiet. Jake was still claiming nothing was going on now, but you'd never have been able to get an answer out of Cat one way or the other. And now you were thinking maybe you should have just minded your own business. Because Jake seemed melancholy, and he hadn't actually ended things himself even after he learned about Uncle Hondo. 

"Good morning," you said to Cat later in the week when you walked into the lab. She seemed surprised you were greeting her.

'Hi," she responded, slipping back into her usual state of calm immediately. "If you're about to ask about the calculation set, I'm almost done. I just need another hour or two."

"No rush," you replied. "Um, actually, I was wondering if you wanted to join me for lunch today?"

She eyed you skeptically. "In the cafeteria?"

You shrugged. "Or my office?"

When Cat didn't respond right away, you wanted to kick yourself. But then she said, "I feel like you and I just keep getting off to bad start after bad start with each other. I'd like to eat with you, but I don't want to go down to the cafeteria. At all. Just looking at Lieutenant Seresin makes me want to hide."

"Care to elaborate?" you asked cautiously. 

She just smirked. "Sure. Over lunch. In your office."

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Bradley had stripped down to his underwear and gym shorts, and he was currently trying his hardest to meditate on his bed. Bob had spent the last several weeks patiently trying to explain to him exactly what went into it, but Bradley would reach a state of calm and then inevitably get distracted. 

He cracked his eyes open to see Bob in a state of complete relaxation on his own bed. Something about this just didn't work as well for him, and his brain was buzzing, so Bradley reached for his notebook instead. There were too many things he wanted to write down. It felt like he wasn't going to be able to stop emptying out all of his feelings now that he started, and after several weeks, the notebook was mostly full. 

The desire to be at home was overwhelming. Thinking about eating homemade Marry Me Rooster with his wife perched on his lap was all that was getting him through this deployment. As soon as he was home, he'd make sure you knew exactly what you meant to him. There were no conditions on his love, and he was embarrassed and crushed that maybe he made you think there were. 

He only had a few more weeks to go. But things with the mission were looking abysmal. Slayer and Charmer were getting worse to deal with by the day, and the way the admirals praised them was beyond ridiculous. Like the shiny, new aviators were somehow better than the ones with more experience. Like Bradley, Nat and Bob couldn't keep up now. It was hard to keep believing that the admirals would actually put the best team together to complete the mission. 

"Wow," Bob suddenly said, stretching his arms over his head and removing his glasses. "That was a great session."

"Yep," Bradley agreed, nodding as he scribbled in the notebook. "Really good, Bob."

But the other man was already pulling the bedding up to his shoulders, and Bradley knew he'd be asleep soon. "Good for you," he muttered, returning to his notebook. 

Nat and Bob were so good to him, this deployment should have been a breeze. And it had improved since he got to talk to you over facetime in the commanding officer's quarters, but he thought he'd go ahead and start a countdown in the notebook anyway. Just eighteen more days until he should be arriving back in San Diego. And he was hoping like hell he would get to call you again before then. 

But a few days later, he still hadn't been selected for another facetime session. And Bob and Nat got called out onto the tarmac after dinner for a repairs inspection that was performed on their Super Hornet. So Bradley headed to the gym for a workout by himself, and the room was thankfully fairly empty. He put in his ear buds and got out his phone. He selected the playlist you made for him last year called This is what a gym playlist should sound like, Bradley and he smiled. 

Pretty soon he was sweating, working his way through some bicep curls, when he saw Slayer out of the corner of his eye. He would ignore him. No problem. Only two weeks left to go. Only a few more days until the mission. "Do not engage," Bradley muttered to himself. 

But of course he couldn't control what Slayer decided to do, and the idiot wandered over toward him. And then he snatched his phone off of the bench, and Bradley was on his feet immediately, still clutching the fifty pound dumbbell in his left hand. 

"What the hell do you want?" Bradley asked, plucking one ear bud out. "It's bad enough I have to see you in the classroom all day."

Slayer just laughed, and Bradley realized he was staring at his lock screen. "Just wanted another look at your wife. How much younger is she, old man? She got a grandpa fetish or something?"

Bradley's fingers tightened around the dumbbell, and he wished he'd given more of an effort to meditating with Bob. 

He was seething. And then Slayer asked him, "You know what? Why don't you just give me her number so I can keep her warm next time you're out of town?"

Bradley had to fight the urge to throw the dumbbell at him. "You talk an awful lot for someone so stupid."

"And you strut around like you own the place for something who can barely fly."

Bradley's blood was boiling now. The admirals had pumped these kids so full of bullshit, there was going to be no arguing with him. Instead he snatched his phone out of Slayer's hand and pocketed it. "And you're slow as shit versus an old man. Now get back to your bunk, it's almost curfew for the children."

Slayer smirked at him as he backed away toward an empty weight bench. "Just wait. You'll see."

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You had made it this far, you could make it two more weeks. But you got your period again, right on time. And you knew it was ridiculous to get choked up when you had to get the tampons and pads out again, because Bradley wasn't even home. You hadn't had intercourse since he left six weeks ago. You knew there was no way. But just the idea of knowing another cycle was ending had tears stinging behind your eyes. 

When you heard the doorbell, you quickly washed your hands and rushed out to where Tramp was practically howling at the front door. "Chill out," you told him. "You'll be happy. You loved him last time."

"Hi," Cat said as soon as you opened the door, and you saw Hondo pull away in his green Chevy. Jeremiah was in her arms, and once again, he smiled when he saw you. Things at work were a lot better, including having several nice conversations with Cat.

"Sorry, little guy," you said softly as they came inside. "No Rooster this time."

Cat laughed. "I think your dog will suffice. He loves animals."

When you closed the door, you watched Tramp follow them over to the couch, and then he started licking Jeremiah's little hands nonstop while the baby laughed. "If he's annoying, I can put him out back for a bit."

"No," Cat said as she and her son both laughed. "This is great." And then Jeremiah broke free from her arms and stood with both hands on Tramp. And you swore your dog had never been happier either. 

A little pang of sadness struck your heart as Tramp looked all too delighted at the attention he was being given. You were searching for a safe topic of conversation. Cat had been joining you for lunch on occasion, which was great. But now you found that you had so many friends, you needed to juggle your time with them. Cam and Cat were a little awkward around each other. And Cat wouldn't tell you exactly how she felt about Jake, but you knew Jake was sad and Cat was avoiding him.

So you asked her, "You still feel like hiding from Jake at work?" It seemed like a safe enough topic, and you almost laughed when she covered her face and collapsed dramatically against the arm of the couch. 

"Please! You keep asking me about this!"

"I'm curious by nature," you claimed. "And you never really told me anything."

She glanced at you as Jeremiah went crawling across the floor after Tramp. "I'm still embarrassed that I even kissed him in the first place. Uncle Bernie and I had it out several times about all the push ups, but he was just trying to take care of me. And I know that sounds like an excuse, but... keeping someone like Jake away from me is probably his top priority while Jer and I are living with him."

You tried to keep your composure, because you and Cat seemed to finally be getting along, but you just couldn't understand why she wouldn't give Jake a chance for real. "He's a good guy, Cat. God... I can't even tell you how many times he's helped me out and made me feel safe."

She turned to face you where you sat at the other end of the couch. "He's exactly like my ex husband. A cocky, handsome aviator who is too smart for his own good."

You shrugged and kind of nodded, because that definitely sounded like Jake. "Well whatever your ex did to piss you off, I doubt Jake would be the same. Are you afraid he won't accept Jeremiah?"

She swallowed hard. "I'd rather not even find out where he stands on his opinions about my son. And listen, there's a reason why my ex husband never met Jeremiah. And it's the same reason I never let him know our son's social security number or where we ran off to. I'm sure he has a hunch that I was able to transfer to Top Gun, but Mike is definitely too scared to come sniffing around for more while I'm with Bernie."

You shook your head in confusion. "Come sniffing around for more of what?"

"Money," she said simply, but her jaw was set, and she looked ready for a fight. And you should have probably known all along that there was more than what she had told you over the past few months. You were pretty sure you were the only one who even knew about Jeremiah, besides Bradley and Cam. And if Cat was the type of person who took their time opening up to people, you were surprised that you were the one she was talking to about this.

"He wants your money?" you asked softly. 

Since she borrowed your car, you knew she didn't have one, and she said that she was broke. But your jaw dropped open when she said, "Mike was dishonorably discharged from the navy for showing up to work drunk and drinking while on base. He tanked his own career, and nobody in Annapolis could even look at me the same after that."

"Why would he do that?"

She laughed, but she looked like she was going to cry. "Because I told him I was pregnant."

Jeremiah was laying on his back now while Tramp licked his neck, and he was giggling up a storm. "I'm so confused," you told her. "He didn't want you to get pregnant?"

"Well he told me he would be happy to have kids. But by the time I told him I was pregnant with Jer, he had already opened four credit cards in my name. He had already lost all of our savings. And he knew I was going to find out about all of it as soon as I mentioned us opening a bank account for our unborn child."

"Oh."

When she met your eyes, she shook her head. "He has a gambling addiction." You watched as she wiped at her cheek. "I used to own a beautiful house," she said, glancing around longingly. "I had a car. He and I had money saved. But he managed to lose all of it, plus the credit card advancements in my name. I owe more than half a million dollars in money that I didn't spend. Money that I never saw. And that doesn't include what I've paid to my lawyers. Mike did all of that while I thought we were building a life together."

"Holy shit," you whispered. You felt nauseous just thinking about it. And you were suddenly even more thankful for Bradley.

"So yeah... cocky, headstrong aviators might be my type on paper, but I can't get involved. And I'm sorry I was leading Jake on. But, it's not just him. I can't get serious with anyone when my life is a trainwreck that I will never be able to recover from. I'm going to be spending the rest of my life trying to make sure this doesn't all fall to him," she said, nodding toward where Jeremiah was now crawling back toward the couch with Tramp following right behind him.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I don't know what else to say except that you didn't deserve any of that, and neither did Jeremiah."

She reached down to scoop him up into her arms as he yawned. "Yeah well, I hope you're smarter than me. I hope you had a prenup."

You sat quietly and watched as she kissed Jeremiah's forehead and reached into the diaper bag she brought with her so he could eat some cereal. Cat had been honest with you. She told you months ago that she was jealous of you, and now you knew why. You had all these things that you were taking for granted. 

For some reason, you thought she ought to know that you'd been jealous all along, too. "You still have something so good though. Something I wish I had."

She looked at you like you'd completely lost it while Jeremiah ate some Cheerios. "What? A marriage that ended in shambles and a career that is hanging on by a thread? Or the inability to ever have someone take you seriously in a relationship ever again?"

"No. Jeremiah."

She looked at you, and her face dropped. "Oh." And maybe she realized that meant you and Bradley had been trying unsuccessfully, but you changed the subject before she could ask any questions. 

"But that doesn't matter, really. And you know, there are some things we do have control over here."

"Like what?" she asked, and when you smiled softly, she smiled back.

"Jake. I think you might be surprised by him, Cat. I think he'd be good with Jeremiah."

"No," she replied right away. "I'd rather not even find out. Besides, it's already too late with Jake. Even if he was going to stop sleeping around, it's done. He asked me out at least fifteen times. And I said no at least fifteen times."

"If he asked you out again, would you say yes?"

You jumped several inches when your doorbell rang again, and Tramp ran for the door like he was a professional guard dog. "We didn't even order a pizza yet," you said as you stood. But the closer you got to the door, you thought you knew who it must be, and you answered it anyway.

"Angel," Jake drawled, bending to pet Tramp who immediately turned into a puppy again at the prospect of pets from one of his favorite people. "Just thought maybe you'd want to get dinner and head to the Hard Deck later?"

When you didn't respond right away, Jake pushed the door open wider and let himself inside. Then you watched him freeze up as he saw Cat sitting on your couch with Jeremiah in her arms. "Cat."

She looked absolutely mortified as she stood up, but she had nowhere to go. She was reliant upon Hondo coming back to pick her up, and Jake was staring right at Jeremiah. "Jake," she said so softly, you could barely hear her across the room.

He huffed out a short breath and ran his fingers through his hair, past the scar on his forehead from the last time he was deployed with Bradley. You weren't sure what you should do, but then he simply said, "You have a kid."

Cat's chin was in the air again, and you knew she wouldn't let Jake or anyone else say one negative thing about that child without consequences. "His name is Jeremiah."

"Jeremiah," Jake repeated, and two sets of matching dark eyes were looking right at him before Jeremiah yawned and fell asleep on his mom's chest. "He's adorable."

Cat sank slowly down so she was sitting on the couch once again, and she looked like the fight was gone, almost like she was exhausted now. You nudged Jake in the ribs and then reached for Tramp's leash where it hung near the door. "I'll be right back. Just going to take him out." But nobody was listening to you. Once the leash was clipped on his collar, Tramp pulled you out onto the front porch. You caught one last glimpse of Jake taking up residence in the spot on the couch you'd vacated, and then you closed the door.

You puttered around the yard with Tramp before deciding to just walk him down to the beach and back. But the early spring air was chilly when the wind picked up across the sand, and you wished you'd taken a minute to grab Bradley's sweatshirt from the hook as well. 

Playing a comparison game in your mind would get you nowhere, you knew that. Everything Cat told you was completely fucked up, but she had to know how that Jeremiah was worth it. And you knew that Bradley was enough, even if it was just the two of you. But now you were a little worried about Jake putting his foot in his mouth. 

When you hustled back down your block, shivering as the breeze picked up some more, you saw that Jake's car was still in your driveway. And when you cautiously let yourself back inside with Tramp, you found Cat and Jake sitting very close together on the couch. And Jake was holding Jeremiah while he slept.

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Bradley knew it would be a short call. The mission was scheduled for a few days from now, weather depending. But if he was allowed even five minutes with you, he'd take it any day of the week. 

When you answered his facetime call, you were sitting in your office with your lunch in front of you. "Roo!" you gasped, dropping your fork into your burrito bowl. "I miss you!"

"I miss you, too, Sweetheart."

He watched as you turned to someone off screen and said, "Okay, thanks."

"Who are you eating lunch with?"

"Cat," you replied quickly, and he was a little surprised by that answer. "She just stepped out into the hallway so we could talk. Please tell me you'll be home on time, Bradley."

He smiled and said, "Haven't been notified of any changes, so I think so. Please tell me you got plenty of hot sauce in there."

You laughed and tipped your lunch so he could see all of the green hot sauce. "Absolutely. You know how I like it."

"I do," he replied softly as he examined your face. Beautiful. Just gorgeous. And you looked so much happier now. You looked like you'd been sleeping better. 

"I wish I was sharing my lunch with you."

He nodded. "I've been thinking a lot about our dining room. And how it feels so good to hold you on my lap while we eat a meal off of one plate."

You gasped softly. "I've been thinking about that too." When your eyes drifted closed, you added, "And how you wrap your left arm around me and kiss my neck while he eat."

"Baby Girl." His voice was raspy, and he was aching to be with you right now. "We'll do everything." 

But he only had one more minute with you, and he wanted to know how you were doing. When he asked, you said, "I can tell you when you get home. Tell me about the mission."

"I can't say much. Teams get selected tomorrow morning. Flight is weather dependent. You know the drill."

"I do. I just want you to be safe," you told him softly. "Need you to come home."

"I'll be there so soon. I love you."

And after that, he still felt so good as he got to the classroom a few minutes early the next morning. Admiral Dean smirked at him as he took his usual seat, and the room started filling up. Other than the fact that he had to stare at the back of Slayer's head, he was ready to get this mission in the air and get home.

"As you well know," Admiral Dean started, "the final details will not be set in stone until the day of the mission. So we are left with two options, and we need to be clear on both of them. Option A: the two teams will fly in formation and strike the communications tower first before proceeding to the enemy base. This is the preferred option as we would be removing multiple streams of communication first, but we may need to switch to an alternate flight path if they have too many aircrafts in the air. So that brings us to Option B, in which you will strike the base first and then loop around to the communications tower."

Bradley's brain was literally numb from listening to this information over and over again. He understood the importance of what needed to be done, but this was overkill now. When he glanced at Nat, she looked like she was on the verge of falling asleep. Until Dean spoke again.

"If there are no questions, that brings us to team selections. Four aircrafts will be flying this mission. We've chosen the best, and I am already convinced of the success of this mission. The teams will be as follows: Slayer will be paired with Phoenix and Bob."

His heart sank. Shit. That was supposed to be Bradley's pairing. Fucking Slayer. But it probably didn't matter too much if he was flying alongside a different two-seater, just as long as he was in the air with his friends. Really, all four aircrafts were responsible for keeping each other safe, so he wouldn't be too far from them at all. 

"And the second team will be Charmer paired with Terror and Mack."

It took a second to register. But slowly, it seemed like everyone in the room was turning to stare at Bradley. Admiral Dean looked smug. Nat and Bob looked distraught. And Slayer looked damn near delighted. Then Charmer turned to him and laughed. 

And Bradley had the fleeting thought that his career was over. He was the oldest aviator in the room by a few years. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he was falling short with proving himself in the air just as he had been messing things up on the ground with you. And that sick, embarrassed feeling in his stomach was there to stay as all those thoughts took up permanent residence in his mind.

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Oh. That stings. That really hurt my feelings. Bradley could fly circles around them. And how do we feel about Jake? Cat? Jeremiah? Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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Babes you already know. Smutttaaaay!!! Let’s go with Frankie, and I would really love for you to include a food item. Not saying it HAS to be caramel, but like, also not saying that. 😉 ILY and I am SO FREAKING PROUD OF YOU. You write your bootay off and feed us all. You deserve it!

Please accept 1,000 kiths from me to you. 💋💖

Comfortable

Frankie Morales x afab!reader Can be read as a standalone or in association with Liquid Gold.

Summary: Frankie helps fulfill your craving for s'mores. SMUT 18+ MDNI: food play (melted chocolate), slight soft dom!Frankie, neck kissing/hickeys, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, cumming untouched.

A/N: @katiexpunk, MY LOVE, I LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH. I'M GIVING YOU 1,000 KISSES RIGHT BACK. I'm also giving you 1,000 (maybe slightly more… but I won’t tell if u don’t🤐) smutty words right back. 💋💋

MASTERLIST || L'S 1K CELEBRATION

It wasn’t often you craved s’mores, but when you did—God, did you need them immediately. Frankie knew right away there was no battling you on this even though you two were in the middle of cuddle time, so with a kiss to your forehead, he told you he’d set up the bonfire while you dressed into something more warm. 

Padding to your room, you change into your usual bonfire outfit—a two-sizes too big sweatshirt paired with your favorite flannel pajama pants—then you make the trek to your backyard to Frankie basking in the orange glow of the flame, all the s’more ingredients placed on the chair beside him. 

He smiles at you, opening his legs further, patting his lap. You make your way to him, and with his hands on your hips, he turns you around to face the fire, settling you to sit on the inside of his thigh. 

“I’ll have mine after yours, baby, get your fix first,” Frankie tells you, placing a kiss on your shoulder as he places a fluffy marshmallow on the skewer.

“Okay, baby,” you beam, turning your body more to face the fire—your ass directly on his crotch at the change in position. Frankie nearly chokes on his spit.

After a few more seconds, you’re sitting back up, the friction against him enough for a breathy groan to escape his lips. “Done! Ready for the assembly, baby, can you-” 

Only then do you take him in, your eyes meeting his pained expression. “Baby- are- are you okay? Am I hurting you? I could pull up another chair-”

You move to get up, one hand still holding the skewer slightly over the fire as you look back to Frankie behind you, but his hands wrap around your thighs, keeping you atop of him. 

“No,” he cuts you off. “Don’t- You’re- you’re not hurting me,” he tells you. 

“Are you sure? Really, if this isn’t comfortable-”

Frankie sits up a little straighter, a little taller now, his face closer to yours. He stops your rambling again. “Querida, does it feel like I’m uncomfortable?” He asks, voice an octave lower. 

As soon as the question leaves his lips, you realize how hard he feels beneath you. You realize then, too, that his gaze isn’t pained. No, it’s aroused. Your heart skips a beat, a tiny squeak of an oh escapes you. “No, I guess- I guess not,” you whisper. 

Suddenly, Frankie’s clearing his throat, trying to erase his dirty mind to help you satisfy your s’more craving. He reaches to the seat beside him, grabbing the graham cracker rectangle and breaking it in half, laying a piece of already semi-melted chocolate onto the cracker before he sandwiches the marshmallow, squishing it tightly so you can pull the skewer out. 

Setting the skewer down, you grab the s’more from him, taking your first bite. As you relish the pleasure hitting your taste buds, Frankie’s hands are on a mission, settling on the insides of your thighs and pushing them open, guiding each of your legs to sit on the outside of his. He doesn’t go further yet, just sits there rubbing on your thighs as you eat. 

Halfway through your dessert, you feel his hand start to make its way higher, his large hand cupping the entirety of your mound through your pants, his tongue licking a stripe up your neck. 

“Frankie,” you whimper, pausing your work on your s’more. 

“Shh, just-” he breathes, rubbing your clothed pussy in a slow, circular motion as he speaks. “Just finish your s’more, baby, don’t mind me.” 

You can’t help the way your hips thrust into his hand, your body already hotter than the fire burning not even 3 feet away from you. “Please,” you cry again. 

“Finish it, baby, I’ll give you what you want when you do,” he breathes. You can feel his cock twitch underneath your ass, only spurring you on more. 

Utterly distracted, you didn’t realize just how tight you’re squeezing the poor sandwich, so a big glob of melted chocolate plops right on your face—from your bottom lip down to your chin. 

A frustrated huff of disappointment leaves you, turning your head to Frankie with a pout. “Baby, my chocolate,” you whine. 

His free hand glides up your body, settling on the base of your neck, his long finger nudging your chin to look at him. “Mírame,” look at me, he rasps, his tongue coming out to lick up the chocolate on your chin, bringing himself all the way up to your lips, pulling you in for a sloppy, chocolatey clash of mouth. The last bite of your s’more now forgotten as it falls to the floor, you reach to grab onto the wrist of the hand that’s rubbing you while your other hand plants itself in his messy curls, keeping him flush against your lips as you both swallow each other's desperations. 

He breaks away, sucking and releasing your bottom lip with a pop as he goes. “So damn sweet, querida,” he moans into you, bringing his mouth back down to your throat, biting and sucking as his fingers make their way inside your pants, passing your clit to lather his fingers in your slick before he comes back up and continues his slippery assault all over your pulsing bud.

“Oh, sh- shit-” you squeal, your hips thrusting wildly against him, the pleasure overtaking every inch of your body. A particular nip to the sweet spot of your neck has you reeling, Frankie taking that moment of weakness to slide his two fingers inside of you easily, the feeling of a stretch prevalent but all too consuming to register as any kind of pain. 

“Fuck, baby-” his deep voice grumbles into your neck. “Feel so good wrapped around my fingers like this, honey, oh, fuck-” 

His own hips start to move, his length rubbing against the swell of your ass, his own pleasure starting to cloud his brain. 

In the corner of his eye, he sees the chocolate beside him, apparently a bit too close to the fire because it’s now a melty gooey mess in its wrapper. Way too addicted to a sweet mess with you, he can’t stop his free hand from reaching over to the chocolate, and squeezing the melted sweetness, spilling all over your neck—his tongue immediately laps it up as you moan and writhe on top of him. 

“Yes- yes, Frankie, please, m-more,” you sob, your breathing as erratic as your hummingbird of a heart. 

“Yeah? My sweet baby wants more?” He asks, biting the lobe of your ear. “Where do you want it? Here?” He licks your neck. “Or you want it here?” His finger makes its way to your mouth, tapping on your bottom lip, your mouth immediately opening to allow him entrance. 

A whimper leaves your throat as his finger finds itself on your tongue. “Oh, sweet girl,” he breathes, his hand slipping away from your mouth momentarily. 

You were expecting him to bring the chocolate to your mouth, but instead you’re met with two of his fingers—completely covered in chocolate, all for you to lap up. “Just want something in that pretty little mouth of yours, huh, cariño? I got you, sweet girl, open up for me,” he whispers, his long fingers already hitting the back of your throat, your eyes rolling back at the sweet, full sensation in your mouth. 

You’re quite literally rendered speechless now, pornographic squeals and moans unrelenting as he continues to keep your mouth and pussy full. A familiar tingle at the base of your spine flickers, growing brighter and brighter as his release approaches. 

Your whimpers grow more desperate as your pussy flutters around his digits—he knows you're close. “Alright, baby, alright, baby, come on now,” he coos, his fingers leaving your mouth, your lips and chin covered in your overproduction of saliva. He puts his own fingers into his mouth now, drinking you in but also making sure all the chocolate is gone, he now brings those fingers down to your sex, rubbing on your clit as his other hand continues to fuck you towards your high. 

Turning your head to him, your tongues meet first, hints of sweet cocoa mixed with a flavor that’s all Frankie—your orgasm hits you hard, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you grind yourself against his lap, his hand and your pants completely soaked in your arousal. He moans with you, his hips shaking against your own as a slight warmth floods your lower back. 

Fuck. He just came. 

You both come to a halt, sitting in your own messes for a minute to let your hearts sync to a slower beat. You pull his hand from your pants, bringing his finger up to your mouth and sucking it clean. You can hear a low groan from the back of his throat. You turn to him. “Sweet,” you say. “Wanna try?” You ask with a smirk. 

“Cheeky,” he mutters, bringing his fingers up to his own mouth, licking your spend clean. 

Too caught up in each other’s embrace, you forgot to tend to the fire, now just a pile of barely glowing wood, a shiver racks your body—particularly your drenched, lower body. 

“Are you sure you’re still comfortable like this?” You repeat your sentiment from earlier, a hint of amusement laced in your voice. 

“Yeah, no, baby, I think we should go inside and clean up,” he says, kissing your temple. His hand makes its way down, cupping your sex once more. “Still haven’t had my dessert yet.” 

You shoot up from your place in his lap, pulling him up and hastily making your way to the bathroom. “Let’s get going, then, baby, I don’t wanna keep you waiting,” you say, mischief written all over your face.

End note: God, someone lock me in a room with Frankie and a bunch of messy foods, please and thanks. Katie, baby, I hope this does our food play delulus justice. Many sloppy kisses for u. Thank you everyone again for being on this journey with me, for supporting me, for interacting with me. I know I say it a lot, but truly, there are no words to describe my endless amount of gratitude I have for you all. Thank you. More requests were sent in!! Keep on the lookout for those!! Please do let me know what you guys think, too!! I love hearing what you guys think about these lil stories :-)

[invertedheaven]

If You Really Love Nothing

chapter 11: solace

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“My dad invited sukuna to the companys holiday party tomorrow” gojo spoke with his mouth full of food

You, airi and gojo had gone out to eat while Megumi went bowling with his friends for his birthday. Although you and gojo were a little sad about it, you were both definitely excited at the idea that megumi actually had friends he would willingly hang out with.

“What for?” You asked as you focused on coloring the kids menu with airi, gojo was too hungry to wait and ordered an appetizer that wasn’t appealing to you or airi

“Just a courtesy invite I guess, considering the deal that happened a while ago, I doubt he’ll go though” gojo replied as he looked around the room

“Yeah we’ll see about that” you don’t really think sukuna will pass on the opportunity to be an asshole to gojo

“Do I have permission to be mean to him?” Gojo asked with a sly tone

“Would it even matter if I said you couldn’t?” You joked glancing up at him

“Probably not” gojo retorted taking another bite

You smiled to yourself because you know he would’ve respected whatever you asked of him even if he probably didn’t agree with it

“Who are you talking about mommy?” Airi chimed in

“Just an old friend of mine, baby” you responded as you kissed her head

You and gojo made eye contact from across the table, trying not to laugh at your response. You’re not stupid, you know that eventually she’ll ask about her dad. Maybe she thinks its satoru even though you’ve told her hes her uncle, you’re not sure she truly grasps that concept. You know once she starts school it’ll no longer be easier to avoid the “do I have a dad?” Or “where is my dad?” questions.

You’re aware that you and satoru discussed that he wouldn’t have “stepdad” title but the way he has been present in her life, you wouldn’t be able to blame her. That was a conversation you were dreading to have, and even more so if sukuna did become present in airis life, what would that to your family now? It was a scary thought and maybe what was part of holding you back from telling sukuna. You didn’t want to lose what you have now for someone who probably wouldn’t even stick around. And maybe the smallest tiniest selfish part of you felt like he deserved not knowing, that thought in itself ate you up inside and you felt riddled with guilt that you would deprive airi of a father out of spite.

Airi just hummed in response seemingly losing interest and instead asking when you guys were gonna see megumi

“In a bit he’s with his friends right now” you told her as nice as possible but she still lifted her head from the paper she was coloring with a pout on her face

“Are we gonna have cake?” She asked and you laughed because you figured thats why she was asking

“Yes, we are!” gojo answered “even if megumi doesn’t like sweet stuff, he already told me what flavor to get”

You smiled knowing megumi probably chose that for the sake of airi and gojo (but he’d never admit the gojo part)

“I hope its chocolate” airi whispered as she went back to coloring

“Do you think megumis enjoying himself?” You spoke up changing the subject

Gojo sighed “I hope so, its hard to tell with that kid sometimes”

——— Megumi and yuji had a few more friends from school that they actually got along with, so convincing megumi to do something for his birthday wasn’t the hardest thing to do. Mainly because megumi doesn’t really care for his birthday, he doesn’t think he’s ever really understood the excitement around them. Even if when he was growing up, you and gojo tried to make them fun for him he just couldn’t enjoy it. This applied to when it was someone else’s birthday too, he couldn’t help but feel normal about it. Megumi shakes his head slightly as he realizes he’s too into his own thoughts when its supposed to be his turn, and to his luck (even though he was distracted) he threw a strike that went unnoticed by his friends because they were currently barely learning everything thats been happening in yuji and megumis lives

“Wait, so I’m confused you have an actual niece?” Nobara half shouted over the noise of the bowling alley

Yuji nodded proudly “yup and we almost have the same birthday too”

Nobara was genuinely shocked, sure she hadn’t known yuji for that long but she had heard a few stories about his older brother and truly who would want to be with that man? but even more crazy that the mom of yujis niece was megumis older sister figure (?) Nobara wasn’t too sure how megumi viewed you, but she assumed that would be the best observation on her behalf. Either way the entire situation sounds like a mess and shes honestly shocked they were acting semi-normal at school, if she was in their shoes she would’ve used the chaos as an opportunity to miss a day or two of school.

“And your brother still doesn’t know?” Maki interjected

Yujis smile dropped and his body language changed entirely, he curled in a little on himself and refused to make eye contact before mumbling “well no, not yet”

It was barely loud enough but maki and nobara still heard. Before maki could respond Megumi came back from his turn, “You’re next” Megumi addressed maki as he approached the group but he noticed it had gotten a little awkward, as he figured it would considering the conversation had landed on airi and you about 10 minutes ago. Yuji had truly done a great job at telling their friends about the past few weeks, so naturally they were pretty invested. Not that megumi could blame them, the whole situation sounded like something out of a tv show considering how dramatic it all was.

“Won’t that piss him off?” Nobara asked with an incredulous tone “the fact that you know he has a kid and just didn’t say anything”

Megumi nervously looked at yuji after nobaras comment

“Its not really up to me and I can’t condemn the decision either” yuji sounded a little irritated and maki could tell

“Well its not our place to judge nobara” maki stood up ready for her turn turning to look at megumi and yuji, who both had a displeased look on their faces “but him not knowing might blow up in your guys faces eventually”

Nobara huffed and shrugged “whatever man, it’s not my brother”

Yuji doesn’t know why that stings as much as it does. In his mind he thinks he understands the situation but is it really truly fucked up that he hasn’t told his own brother? Should he have fought to defend sukuna a little bit more? Deep down yuji knows sukuna cares about him but would this screw up their already precarious relationship? And he feels even more guilty knowing this is supposed to be megumis birthday and they’re making it about yujis family issues

“Its fine, we’ll figure it out” megumi spoke up noticing that yuji seemed to have zoned out

After that awkward conversation the rest of the evening went fine and despite his friends antics megumi found himself smiling to himself throughout the day, he didn’t think it was all that bad, but he’d never admit that.

———-

“Maki was too good it wasn’t fair!” yuji exclaimed with a mouthful of cake while recounting the day to you and gojo.

“So you guys had fun?” You asked as you finally joined them at the dinner table, sitting right next to airi

They both nodded but megumi spoke up first “it was fine”

Gojo groaned looking directly at yuji “ignore him, that’s megumi talk for he loved it”

You, gojo and yuji broke out into laughter as megumis face got red

“That doesn’t even make sense” megumi retorted

“It does too” gojo argued

You smiled fondly at the interaction, their arguments never got old to you and you hoped they’d never stop. Airi was hardly talking as she was very focused on enjoying the cake she had been talking about all day, she was hardly talking but laughing plenty as her and gojo kept making silly faces at each other.

As the night went on, you let yourself enjoy it because it all just felt so natural and peaceful. Yet the guilt leaves a bitter taste in every moment nowadays. At this point in time, the idea of telling sukuna seemed less hurtful than hiding airi like this. As you watched Airi attempt to play some car racing game with gojo and Megumi, you let your mind wander to the outcome of sukuna finding out, possibly the most annoying part of this whole situation is how you cant make up your mind.

You decided to busy yourself by cleaning up the plates left from the cake and decide to push sukuna as far out of your mind as possible. You laugh at the exaggerated and fake complaints from Gojo as he claims that he lost (he purposely did bad so that airi wouldn't land in last place, not that she understands the concept but he does it anyways) you wish he’d let her lose so doesn’t expect to win every time but he disagrees. You dont notice that yuji, who decided to skip out on the game, followed you to the kitchen

“Can I ask you something?” Yuji spoke up startling you

You turn around to face him noticing he had an unreadable expression “of course… what’s up?”

“How do you do it?” Yuji asked as he shifted around uncomfortably not making eye contact

You gave him a curious look, waiting for him to continue

“Deal with the guilt” yuji spat out “I understand why you won't tell him, at least I think I do, but how do you deal with the idea that he knows nothing… that airi knows nothing”

You’re taken aback by how blunt he was, feeling yourself fight back tears, its odd how he seemed to know how your conscience was eating you alive the past few weeks. You didnt respond but instead looked down at the plates in your hands, the blue frosting smeared over the plate and a half eaten piece that megumi didn't finish.

Yuji took your silence as a cue to keep talking “I feel awful, every time I think about him finding out I feel a knot in my stomach and” he paused as he swallowed “he might not be the best brother, and maybe” he gestured to you “he wasn’t the best boyfriend in the end, but I don’t know if this is right”

Yuji was taking a risk here knowing this could make you either angry or sad but he hoped you’d understand. Nobara comment from earlier kept replaying in his mind, he couldnt even enjoy the rest of megumis birthday because at the very front of his mind was the idea that this could ruin any progress he hass made with sukuna. Not just that but, if he was in sukunas shoes… he’s not sure how he’d react. In yujis mind, if by any chance sukuna doesn’t care about airi the idea that yuji knew and didn’t tell him would probably still bother him.

You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying, you truly wish you didnt cry so much nowadays but ever since you had airi your emotional state as been a bit turbulent. You know deep down yujis not wrong, and hes not telling you this out of malicious intent, but it still stings all the same.

“Im sorry, I really am, it must be harder on you considering you have to face him everyday” you moved to put the plates in the sink “I know, in some sense you’re right, and its been chipping away at my conscience everyday lately”

Yuji looks at you, your faced away from him but you can feel the daggers he’s staring into the back of your head

“Theres nothing I can say to make you feel better about the whole thing, because I put you in a difficult position” you sighed before continuing “all I ask is that you give me a few days okay? Just let me think about it” you turn around to half smile at him, maybe it wouldnt hurt to grab lunch with sukuna and see where he’s at mentally, if its even feasible to drop such a heavy topic.

Yuji breaks out into a laugh of relief “man, I thought you were gonna get pissed at me for that” he rubbed the back of his head with an awkward smile on his face and you find yourself smiling back. He really was such a good kid, and you’re thankful megumi has him as a friend.

————

“I expect you to have a professional attitude today, satoru” Gojo Sr. spoke through the phone

Satoru rolled his eyes in a way he hoped his father could sense, as he made breakfast “you say that like I don’t usually”

Satoru moved around the kitchen with ease as he brushed off his fathers rant about the holiday party their company was throwing. His mind truly would not be invested in this evening, with the occasional stray thought roaming to how he’d handle a sukuna confrontation including how busy work has been? His fathers lecture was exhausting to say the least.

“It starts at 6” Gojo Sr broke satorus train of thought

“Why so late? Thats ridiculous” satoru pointed out

“Thats not late…”

Satoru pouted on the otherside of the phone call this night was sounding more and more nightmarish with each minute. Yeah this would just be his everyday life in the years to come, and maybe it wasn’t as awful as he makes it out to be considering most clients love him, but his fathers involvement made satoru loathe the very idea of going into work— even if it was literally a party. 10 minutes later, the call ended with some small pointless argument that satoru couldn’t bring himself to care about.

You walked into the kitchen and noticed gojo seemed on edge about something but you didn’t pry, if he wanted to talk about it he’d bring it up.

Satoru was grateful you never expected anything of him but simply just to be himself. He yearned for that growing up and when he could no longer find it in geto, he found solace in your presence. In the back of his mind, the idea of sukuna coming into the picture for airi was something scary. Satoru knew he had no ownership or demanded loyalty of you but he didn’t wanna lose the family he had now, and in some sense he could tell you felt the same way. For so many years in your weakest moments, you both were all each other had and while change is inevitable he wished it wasn’t something he was dreading. It was the elephant in the room that neither you, gojo nor megumi was willingly to address ever since yuji came along.

“So for Christmas, I got airi the doll house she wanted” gojo spoke up

“Satoru…” you shook your head but smiled “thank you but where is that going to fit?” you joked

He shrugged “she’ll probably forget about her old one we’ll just replace it”

You shook your head at his logic, truly a sentence that could come from someone who was spoiled in his childhood

“No, she’ll use both until it breaks or we can at least donate it”

Gojo shrugged in agreement, knowing not to argue with you

“Good luck today” you mumbled as you watched him flip the pancakes in the pan grimacing at the way It looked a little too burnt. Work for him is a touchy subject, that you’ve learned is better left untouched but you don’t want him to think you don’t care

“Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to have the loudest argument possible with sukuna” he turned his head to give you the cheesiest smile possible

“Very funny, Satoru”

Megumi came downstairs shortly after, he looked tired, as expected of someone who never really socializes

"did you have a nice time yesterday?" you asked as you stole bacon from the plate gojo set aside

"wasn't bad" megumi shrugged

"would it kill you to say you had a nice time?" gojo complained

"yes, it would actually" megumi deadpanned

"whatever, did you set your new phone up?" gojo asked, he had gotten megumi a new phone for his birthday (and for Christmas he'd be getting a new gaming console and headphones which gojo was excited to give him)

"yeah actually, thank you" megumi pulled said phone out of his pocket "its bigger than my old one its pretty cool"

you and gojo smiled at each other because that was probably the most enthusiastic you'd ever see megumi about his birthday-- or presents in general

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The employees started pouring in and the building grew into a lively atmosphere much unlike during the workday, it was something satoru could never get used to. Every year it was the same, he’d spectate the crowd as he prepared to put on his best act. He could fool everyone, except his dad and maybe thats where the innate irritation for nights like these came from.

His rant in his mind was cut off as his dad knocked on his office door telling him to “greet people” in all honesty gojo was going to do that in just a few minutes but now that his father was telling him to he felt compelled to say no.

After gojo begrudgingly left his office, familiar faces greeted him and he always makes sure to reciprocate the same energy at least until he sees sukuna walk through the doors with a smirk on his face and the receptionist, Rei, following behind him. Gojo knows his face changed for a brief moment and he hopes no one noticed, he knows this has to remain professional but what he would do to punch that pink haired idiot in the face.

Gojo pretended to be invested in conversation with some employee he’s not even sure what his name was so as to come off as unbothered. Yet out of the corner of his eye, he saw sukuna approaching him, and the conversation he was in the middle of became more and more distant.

“Gojo” Sukuna interrupted the poor soul who was in the middle of speaking

Gojos smile slightly twitched as he turned to face the voice of the man he knew all to well

“Sukuna” gojo stuck out his hand for a handshake but he had desperately hoped sukuna wouldn’t reciprocate the energy.

And when sukuna met gojo half way the handshake held more weight and tension than any conversation could.

next chapter

[shinestarhwaa]

okay babes for the prompts i got something i think you’d really like🤭

wooyoungie with 2, 3, 17, 22, 25 + 26, 30, 45, + 52, 68

i hope its not too much though

Girl you're such a freak LOL, so many of them :0

^^ this is me pretending to be shocked. I narrowed it down to one line (I used line 30) since they can only be used once but I used similar ones instead for the others! X

anyway, I hope u enjoy it babes

YOU&ME || JUNG WOOYOUNG

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Wooyoung x Fem reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Tags/Warnings: Friends to lovers AU, Non-Idol AU, biting kink, marking, hairpulling, lingerie kink, overstimulation, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), doggy style, missionary, namecalling (slut, whore, but its loving rlly <3), squirting, unprotected sex

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"I'm just saying, I'm pretty good as sex. I give you orgasms, you know," Wooyoung grinned. You threw your head back as you laughed, hair falling back.

Wooyoung watched your every move, feeling mesmerized by the way you looked. You knew Wooyoung had a thing for you by the way he always flirted with you and looked at you, but you always told him to just be friends. You knew there was no harm intended in his flirtations, so you let him.

Yet tonight the chocolate strawberries and the champagne started to sound like "I want you to fuck me all day, like every day."

"Excuse me?" He muttered. You gasped and covered your mouth. You did not just say that out loud. "Well, well, well, so that means you're finally giving in, Y/N?" "N-no, I just-"

His finger rested against your lips, shushing you. "You're not getting out of this one, Y/N, if you want me to fuck you all day long, every day, I'll be glad to do so."

Seconds later you were stumbling through his apartment, hands and lips everywhere. Suddenly he was like all you ever needed; you were a bee addicted to his nectar; the way his lips tasted drove you crazy. There was still a hint of the rich chocolate and fresh strawberry on his tongue.

''Feel what you are doing to me,'' he grunted out against your lips as he took your hand and made you palm the growing erection in his jeans. You moaned into his mouth as you kissed him again. Clothes flew off left and right and soon enough the both of you were half naked, standing in front of each other.

Wooyoung licked his lips as he looked at you in your red lingerie and many filthy thoughts played his mind. ''I cannot wait to fucking taste you, I want you coming all over my face,'' Wooyoung panted as he kissed your neck and collarbones, biting your skin. You winced and dug your nails into the flesh on his hips. ''Fuck, Wooyoung,'' you moaned. "You sound so hot moaning my name baby," he grunted.

He kissed your chest, the exposed part of your breast above your bra, biting down on it again, leaving a darkred mark. ''Fuck, bite me baby,'' you moaned as he got on his knees, facing your soft thighs. He left marks over your thighs, just biting down on them, nibbling slightly every now and then. "Is that a tattoo?" "Now's not the time Wooyoung, fuck, get a move on it."

Wooyoung got up again and removed his underwear His hard cock was nearly leaking with how horny he was, the tip red and angry. It was bigger than you would've expected it to be. You would be lying if you said you hadn't ever thought about it before, what would be inside his pants and now it was right in front of you.

His length was big, veiny and somehow gorgeous, something you had never expected yourself to think about a penis. You expected him to grab you and make you suck him off (you wanted to tho) but he laid on the bed and gestured you to come to him.

"Come on princess, I want you to sit on my face."

Your heart nearly stopped beating as he said that but you didn't waste another second. You took off your lingerie and got on top of him, hovering your wet pussy above his face.

''When I tell you to sit on my face, I do not mean hover. Sit the fuck down,'' Wooyoung complained from underneath you. His hands grabbed the flesh of your thighs and he pulled you closer to him. You didn't let yourself go for 100% but you relaxed as you felt his tongue slide through your slit.

You moaned out his name as his tongue zigzagged through your folds and circled around your clit, collecting all your wetness. Wooyoung fucked you with his tongue, reaching sweet spots inside you that you didn't know you even had. He licked your clit and sucked on it roughly, earning loud moans from you.

In a matter of minutes your body was trembling, coming undone on Wooyoung's tongue. He rode out your orgasm and he laid you down gently as you came down from your high.

"You're such a dirty whore, aren't you? You came pretty quickly." A blush creeped up on your cheeks as you watched him smirk at you. "Only your dirty whore..."

Wooyoungs fingers slid between your thighs, playing with your sensitive clit. "W-Wooyoung!" You moaned out. He bit in your soft skin again, attacking your breasts. "Y-you fucking like that biting thing, huh?" You panted out. He grunted as he kept abusing your clit with his fingers. "Don't fucking kink shame me," he joked.

"You're so wet baby, so slick," he smirked as he pumped 2 fingers into you, "so fucking smooth." You were moaning uncontrollably as he picked up his pace, hitting your g-spot repeatedly as he curled his fingers just right.

"Harder," you moaned out. Wooyoung laughed and smirked, tongue poking into his cheek as he did so. He couldn't get the smirk of his face as he felt your arousal drip down his hand onto the sheets.

"Are you a squirter baby? Is my darling gonna squirt for me?" "Yes! Yes, fuck I can do that for you, Woo, I promise, I'll be good, I'll do it for you!" "Good girl, go ahead then, squirt all over my hand for me angel."

You let go and did as you were told, squirting over Wooyoung's hand as he got you through another orgasm. You panted loudly, trying to recover but Wooyoung never stopped moving his fingers. "You take my fingers so well, don't you babygirl? Look at that, keep on going angel, that's it, fuck, yeah that's it."

You couldn't stop, arousal kept leaking from your abused pussy, body shaking and tears forming in your eyes. "I love the way you look with my fingers inside you, angel."

"P-please I can't anymore!" You cried out, so fucked out from the overstimulation. ''Give me one more baby, one more, cum for me, be a good girl and say thank you,'' Wooyoung smirked as he fucked you hard with his fingers. ''Yes! Yes, thank you thank you thank you-'' you cried out as you felt fireworks in your body and you came so hard you swore you saw stars.

Wooyoung helped you calm down from your sweet relief but he was quick to slide his leaking cock in immediately. "W-Woo!" You whined out as he filled you up completely. You clenched around him as he fucked you hard and rough, hands gripping at your thighs and hips.

"O-oh God, fuck!"

"Such a needy fucking little thing, aren't you?" He grunted as he kept thrusting into you, slowly losing himself in the motion as well. Soon enough you were putty in each other's hands, bodies melting together as the moonlight shone on you, highlighting your beautiful teary eyes.

''Wooyoung it feels so good!''you screamed out as he pounded his hard slick cock into you. ''Yeah, baby, I know, I fucking know, it's so good!''

He suddenly pulled out of you and before you could protest he had you flipped over with your ass up. He slid into your cunt from behind and thrusted hard. "Fuck!" You screamed out.

Wooyoung's hand gathered your hair, turning it into a ponytail and he pulled it, hard, making you scream out his name. He pulled you up against his chest as he pounded into you, one arm around your waist, holding him against your body, the other still pulling your hair back.

"Yes! Pull my hair, pull my fucking hair, make me your slut, fuck, I'm your slut," you cried out.

"Yes you are, my fucking slut, you're my fucking cockslut, taking me so well. And you're gonna cum for me, okay? You're gonna fucking cum for me."

"Yes, Yes I'm cumming, I'm cumming for you! All for you! F-For your cock only!" You moaned loudly. "Good girl, that's it baby, that's it, you and me, you and me," he growled in your ear.

For the last time your body trembled as you came around him, a tear falling down your cheek as the pleasure became too much. Soon enough Wooyoung released inside you too, moaning your name as he did so.

"Good... you're so good," he panted as he laid you down, in his arms. He held you for what felt like an eternity before he spoke up again. "Maybe I'm a bit selfish... but I don't want anyone else to touch you. Only me. Only you and me."

You nodded and caressed his cheek gently. "I love you and me," you smiled. ''Next time you're sucking my cock tho, okay?''

[crowandmousewritingco]

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Paring: Mr. Ben x trans!reader

Words: 1.8k

Rating: R to P

Author: Mod Crow

Author's Note: This was originally a Kinktober prompt, but I couldn't get it finish it in time. Soooo instead, I present to you what I'm going to try to post all of my unfinished Kinktober fics, and I'm going to call them the "Post Nut November" fics. I'm aware the gif isn't Mr. Ben (let's use our imaginations gurlies) but there aren't many good gifs of that man out there. Besides, we know Mr. Ben wears glasses thanks to one of the sexy fancams that one of those students made.

Summary: What was supposed to be a normal field trip with your daughter’s class turns out to be anything but that. You end up talking to your daughter’s teacher -Mr. Ben- while on the bus ride to the museum. Once at the museum Mr. Ben drags you off to an “Employees Only’ area, and one thing leads to another.

Warnings: Language, sexual content (obviously lol), you do have a daughter in this (Dahlia), pet names (sir and puppy) MDNI 18+

When you had agreed to help your daughter -Dahlia’s- ninth grade history class with their Smithsonian trips, you had been expecting the constant screaming of kids and constantly telling them to stay close and to not touch anything. You even came prepared with your little travel first-aid kit (you could never be too prepared when it comes to kids.) What you didn’t take into account was their teacher. You thought you knew what you were agreeing to, but as the bus made its way to D.C. the two of you had a chance to get to know each other. What you didn’t plan was the thing the two of you were currently doing.

Slapping one hand over your mouth, attempts to muffle the unholy hymns of pleasure that want to leave through your kiss plumped lips. Looking down to Mr. Ben -or Ben as he kept insisting you call him- your eyes instantly finding his, the welcoming warm chocolate eyes replaced with pupils blown wide with want and need. 

Gripping Ben’s hair tighter, you threw your head back as your hips took on a mind of their own. As you stood there, in some side hallway that extended past an ‘Employee Only’ sign, you could feel the coil in the pit of your stomach growing tighter and tighter. Your once rhythmic  grinding soon becomes feverish, the silence you had tried so hard to preserve now filled with the wet sounds of Ben’s handwork and the soft pants as you need the edge.

“F-Fuck…Ben. I-I’m gonna…ahhh…I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop.” Your voice came out as a pleading whine, and that seemed to spur him on. Without warning you felt the knot in your stomach snap, your legs -or rather leg- held Ben closer to you, as you came, a silent scream had your face in this contorted look of pleasure and surprise. Your grinding slowed as your high raked through your body, till you were nothing more than a shaky mess.

Feeling Ben pull away, you gasp slightly, the cool air of the museum hitting your sensitive cock. Swallowing dryly, you watch as Ben gives your cock one final long slow lick, the action earning him a few breathless whimpers. Standing up right you study him, the way his messy hair laid on top of his head, the way his facial hair comes in patchy and is colored almost as if with salt and pepper, but one of the many things you liked about Ben was his aquiline nose, and the way it was constantly bumping your cock while he was paying attention to your entrance.

With your brain still foggy from the orgasm, you turn to face the wall, hands bracing yourself for what was about to happen. Looking over your shoulder, you put on your best puppy face, “Mr. Ben sir,” You bite your lip, pressing your ass to the noticeable tent in his khakis. This time you were the one rewarded with beautiful sounds. Though they weren’t whimpers. They were the next best thing, groans and growl like sounds. “I need help with something. Do you think you can help me?” As the question fell from your lips you slowly grinded against him. 

Feeling Ben grab your hips harshly caused a gasp to escape your lips, before pressing himself to you harder. Feeling him let go of you with one hand, you go to look to see what he has planned. The sound of a zipper giving it away. It didn’t take long before you felt the head of Ben’s cock rubbing your own before sliding his length to your needy hole.

“I think I can actually help you with that. The real question is,” Feeling his clothed chest press into your back, his hushed tone causing goosebumps to erupt over your skin, “Do you think you can stay quiet? I’d hate for us to get found.” Feeling heat spreads across your face and your brain begins to swim, all you can do is nod. 

“Tsk tsk tsk, you were using your words earlier. What happened to that pretty voice of yours now?” Trying to process the question just presented to you, you push yourself off the wall slightly. Looking over your shoulder, a quizzical look on your face, you saw Ben’s. A smirk, one that spelled trouble for you. Before you had a chance to ask him anything, you felt him bury himself in you in one fluid snap of the hips. The action causes your jaw to go lax as a silent scream is forced out of your body. 

As Ben continued to fuck you up against the wall, he was quick to wrap his warm lithe fingers around your neck. As a sound behinds to bubble from your chest, Ben squeezes just hard enough that it causes you to hiccup in the middle of your exhale. The smirk on Ben’s face growing more playfully, but you could still see his lust blown pupils. Loosening the squeeze just enough to feel the blood come flooding back to your brain, causing your brain to grow foggy and spacey. And unbeknownst to you, that feeling of your head floating and the rhythm and speed of Ben’s hips snapping into you, was enough to topple you over the edge. 

“Oh you look so pretty cumming on my cock like that.” You feel the hand around your neck slide up your face just enough for his fingers to set over your lips. Without even needing to be told, you opened your mouth. Feeling his fingers slip into your mouth, you couldn’t help but run your tongue over Ben’s fingers. “Fuck…I’m gonna cum. Where do you want me to cum puppy?” You could feel Ben losing his rhythm, but the speed never changed once.

“Mouth.” The word being distorted by his fingers. It was obvious that Ben liked your idea based on the way his cock twitched inside of you. Pulling out, you can’t help but let the soft whimper leave you, at the emptiness. Your sorrow was short lived because in what felt like a blink of an eye, you felt Ben turn you to face him and then gently persuade you to your knees with a gentle push.

On your knees you look up to Ben as he strokes himself. Opening your mouth, you allow your tongue to lull out of your mouth; the simple action causing Ben to groan. As you close your eyes you feel Ben grab a handful of your hair before guiding his cock into your mouth. Moaning at the taste of yourself on him you reached and gently cupped his balls, taking him further into your mouth. Bobbing your head you can feel Ben twitch against your tongue, the feeling spurring you to relax your throat and swallow around him. 

“F-Fuck, puppy I-I’m going to-” Ben’s words being cut off by a growl like groan vibrating his entire chest. You felt him grip a handful of your hair and hold you in place while he came -quite literally- down your throat. Squeezing your eyes shut, you focused on remaining relaxed so as to not start gagging around Ben. As Ben pulled out you couldn’t stop the one single gag that escaped. With his cock out of your mouth, you took sharp ragged breaths in. Tucking his cock back into his boxers, he makes quick work of fixing his pants. Squatting in front of you, Ben tucks a few strands of sweat slicked hair from your forehead. “You okay? I-I wasn’t too rough was I? I didn’t hurt you did I?” You could hear the worry lacing Ben’s words. Shaking your head, you reach up and plant a hand on his chest.

“You didn’t hurt me. I would have stopped if you did.” Your voice hoarse from its rough treatment. Your words helped soothe him only a bit. “I’ll be fine. Honest. All I need is some water and maybe a cough drop or two.” You nudged him playfully, earning a soft chuckle from the older man. 

“Okay, I’ll believe you.” Standing up, Ben offered you a hand and you happily took it. Standing up, you felt Ben pull you into his chest almost instantly. The feeling of the tug causing you to gasp softly. “We should do this again, though let me take you to dinner first.” His words finished with a soft chuckle. 

“Mr. Ben, are you asking one of your student’s parents on a date?” You playfully joke. You wiggle from his grasp so that you can redress your lower half.

“I most certainly am.” You can hear the playfully tone in his voice. “So what do you say? Is it a date?” Looking over at him, you can see a faint blush spread across his tanned face. Buttoning your pants, you reach up to his face. Holding his heated face in your hands, staring into his dark chocolate colored eyes through his black framed glasses, you smile softly.

“It’s a date.” Pulling his face to yours you press your lips to his gently. The kiss short lived at the sound of voices growing louder just before the door swung open. 

“What did Margaret need for Koch’s Deep Time exhib-” The woman's voice stopping as soon as she looked at the two of you. “Excuse me, what are you doing back here? This is a restricted area.” The taller of the two women reaching for the microphone clipped to her folded collar. 

“I told you that this wasn’t the way to the bathroom love.” Ben nudges you. For a moment you’re confused, but then it clicks.

“O-Oh! I told you I wasn’t any good at reading these maps babe.” You grab Ben’s hand and gently pull him along. You look at the two women. “Sorry about this, it was my mistake.” Walking past the two of them you push open the doors and step back into the loud main gallery of the museum. The voices substantially louder than they were only moments ago. 

Looking around, you search for your daughter and her class among the swarms of people. When your eyes landed on the assistant teacher and the class, you sighed softly. With Ben’s hand still in yours, you snake the two of you between bodies. Once closer to the group you gave his hand a gentle squeeze before letting go of his hand.

“Dad, where were you? And why is Mr. Ben's face all red? AND why is staring over here at us?” You look down at your daughter before looking over to Mr. Ben who, in fact, is staring at you.

“I ran off to the bathroom and bumped into your teacher while going in.” Hearing the museum’s tour guide speak up you nudge your daughter -Dahlia- as a way to say ‘pay attention’.  Your eyes slipping back to Ben, the words said earlier echoing in your head. “It’s a date”

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[twoinoneflesh]

June 17th, 2024

jesus wept. and yet, i think we all weep more.

i sit alone in a cafe. they have this large glass garage door. today, it is only 55 degrees fahrenheit, and they have the bottom of this huge door cracked. it tickles my ankles. as the breeze rushes in through its 14 inches of freedom, i find little goosebumps in little places. i sit right next to the door because the sting of chilly breezes in june makes me feel alive, even if it feels wrong.

i hear a song that makes me feel alone. isolated in my nostalgia. lonely, i sip on hot chocolate that i expect to burn my lips and the tip of my tongue, but it never does. sirens blaze. i can see the cop shop from this impressive window, not a very impressive view.

i take a bite of an orange that i expect make me feel something, and it is not what i anticipate. it tastes of the essence of all purpose cleaner, as if it had no flavor at all until someone spritzed mrs meyers in its general vicinity without a second thought. i eat it anyways. i tear away the pith, my hands now smell of it.

i havent written for a few days. i worked a triple. 13 straight hours, 2 hours of rest, and then another 8 hours. i do not get lunch breaks. i do not really get breaks at all. for 2 days i could barely bring myself to leave bed. my fatigue knows no bounds. i used to have to do this every day, at least now it is only every couple of weeks. i think about all the ways i can to leave the industry and recover, i draw blanks.

i go to the cafe to write, and now, i do not want to write. there are many ways in which i feel deeply unhappy with myself. i do not want to write them, but i should. i wait for sin to get off work so we may exist in the same space together again. sin is married but the two of us are more like a married couple than sin and their wife are, but that is because sin is in love with the people who can't figure out how to love them in return.

i shiver in in the cafe and i take a long draw from a contraband device. i try hard not to get caught, the breeze aids me in this even though it overwhelms my senses. i cant make it a day without smoking. my dopamine left me long ago, and this is the only way i find comfort when the pangs of panic arrive.

im supposed to clean today. i would rather return to bed. i think the depression has reared its ugly head once again. i need a haircut. i need a vacation. i need a new job. i need to get laid. i need to move. i need to leave this city. i need to reinvent myself. i need to be a parent. i need to own a farm. i need to get away. i need

[gghalcyon]

KÖNIG: Do you remember the last time we went out to the movies, Leibling? YOU: I remember our date, baby, but I can't tell you much about the movie we "watched" because someone was very distracting.  KÖNIG: You were the distraction, Leibling, especially in that red dress. How you moved against my fingers while you tried to keep quiet. Those beautiful legs spread wide open just for me.

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Flashback to Your Date at the Movies

When you had entered the theater on one of your dates with König, it was almost like a ghost town. Except for three other patrons scattered near the back, there was nothing but silence in the air. You felt grateful for this private setting; so much that you held on to König's arm tightly as you two made your way to the center row.

As soon as you situated yourself comfortably between him and the aisle, the movie began playing on the screen. It was an old classic about a man looking for his lost love in outer space, and both of you were equally entranced by its charm. Your head lay snugly against his shoulder as you held hands, and he could feel your gaze intermittently shift towards him, accompanied by whispered comments and reactions. He smiled silently each time until he felt something more than just a warm hand resting atop his thigh.

He glanced away from the movie to find your eyes already focused on him, filled with merriment and a silent challenge that he couldn't ignore. You raised an eyebrow, seemingly aware of the effect that your gentle caressing had on him as his arousal throbbed under your grasp. "Is everything okay?" You breathed softly--playfully-- into his ear before returning your attention back to the show, leaving him speechless.

He leaned down against your ear, sending a thrill through your body as his hot breath trickled across your skin. His whisper was like molten chocolate, cascading through every part of you, "Absolutely."

He slowly tilted your face towards him and gave you a tender kiss on the neck. He expertly wound his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him in an embrace that made your heart quicken in anticipation.

You could sense how grateful König was that no one else was seated behind you—the rows were empty and several more separated you from the other patrons who were intently watching the film. Not wanting to miss this opportunity, he began tracing circles on your bare shoulder with the hand from his arm around your shoulders. Slow and steady, his piercing eyes never leaving the screen--pretending he was still watching-- he continued to tantalize your exposed shoulder, thankful for the red dress you had chosen that night.

Your skin had been silky against his touch, and though you tried to pretend that you were still engrossed in the movie, his nearness was overwhelming. You moved ever so slightly, tracing circles around the hardness of his erection tucked away in his black jeans. Teasing him, showing him how much you wanted him.

König removed his arm from around your shoulders and placed it between your legs. When he began trailing up your legs, pushing your red dress higher with each pass of his fingers, you gasped quietly and held your breath. His strong hands stayed just beneath the heat of your inner thighs, unmoving and expectant.

You licked your lips, biting down on your bottom lip, stifling a moan, as you felt your arousal intensify. Your body moved against his palm as if on their own accord, desiring him to explore further beyond the thin fabric separating you.

"König," you whispered his name. You wanted more; yearned for more contact.

König looked deep into your eyes this time, his blue eyes pouring out all the desire that had been stirring inside of him, knowing he'd be leaving you for another mission in a week's time. He could no longer restrain himself as his hands inched past your panties to find your slick folds.

He grinned at you devilishly as he moved his hands against your softness, as your fingers tantalized his hardness. "Please," you murmured pleadingly as you arched into him, opening your legs wider for him. His fingers against you driving you crazy.

König felt a mix of pleasure and anticipation as the wetness between your legs grew ever more evident through your lacy panties. And he gave in to what you wanted, as he tenderly drew the lace aside, exposing your slick, shaved mound, and he began to stroke your quivering folds with precise gentle and hard motions.

His eyes never strayed from yours as his hand explored further, flicking across your most sensitive spot until you gasped out loud in delight.

"Shhh," he whispered against your ear.

You purse your lips, doing your best to stifle a moan, as you wriggled against him to seek out that perfect sensation before pushing down onto his two fingers still exploring within you.

A low moan escaped your lips, thankfully masked by the crashing symphony of soundtracks that filled the cinema.

You met König's gaze as you rode his fingers, relishing in the sensation that coursed through your veins when he added his thumb to the sensual experience. He drove you insane, as an overwhelming need for him--to take him, taste him, ride him--takes over.

Your hands scrambled with his belt, desperate to give him the same pleasure you were receiving. He stayed your movements, pushing your hands away as he whispered against your ear: "Not here." His breath sent shivers down your spine and then a small chuckle followed by "I want you to ride my fingers, Mein Süßi."

And so you did - faster and faster until his digits dug deep into you, each stroke of his thumb sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. Your slick walls squeezing his fingers, imagining it was his hard cock you were riding with abandon until you felt something building and building within you. Desperately wanting release yet still aware that if anyone looked over they'd take note of what was going on in their midst, you do your best to steady your breathing and your motion.

As if sensing your innermost desires, König's baritone whispered encouragement, "Don't hold back." He urges you to keep riding, your slickness covering his fingers, dripping down the side of your legs.

You felt your breath deepen and quicken as he expertly moved his long fingers over you, inside of you--in and out.

You grew hot and slick against him, pleasure rising in intensity until it reached its peak. "Oh god," you thought just before realizing you'd said this out loud. König leaned closer and pressed his lips to yours in a hushed, intense kiss that sealed your fate, sending you crashing into bliss as you contracted around his fingers and melted in his arms, as you came undone in his arms.

You panted heavily as König withdrew his hands from your body, and as you crashed into a blissful abyss, you watched him wipe away the dampness with a napkin nearby. Tenderly yet still unfazed, he smoothed down your skirt before tucking the napkin in his pocket.

You blushed with embarrassment as you realized what had happened. You fidgeted next to him, and König couldn't help but smirk, feeling your movements as you snuggled closer to him, both of you wearing mischievous grins.

He lovingly caressed your neck then softly kissed it. His lips moved tantalizingly towards yours and soon they locked in a passionate kiss. You felt an insatiable desire to be closer to him. Your heart raced and heat was radiating from both of your bodies as the movie came to an end.

Neither one of you wanted to leave the theater, wanting to savor this moment for just a few seconds longer. Glad that everyone seemed oblivious to what transpired between the two of you, and both of you feeling like you had gotten away with the most mischievous thing in the world together.

When the movie finished and the credit rolled, the lights flickered on and König grabbed your hand, pressing it tenderly against his smooth lips. You allowed him to lead you out of the movie theater, praying that what you both had just done wasn't too obvious in your faces.

You glance up at your man who had a satisfied smile on his lips, his face flushed. He noticed you looking and returned your gaze.

"König...I have never done something like that before," you said breathlessly.

"Neither have I, and I'm glad we did it together. You were amazing."

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Love Thy Enemy Part 2

I wrote part one a while ago, but this seemed like a perfect post to add to the fantasci community! Also, the characters now have names. General is now Vorrin and Empress is now Callista.

Part One

Vorrin awoke with a start. He didn't know at what point he drifted into real sleep, but the early morning sun now bathed the room in dull, dove-gray light. But not his room. He abruptly rolled over onto his other side. The space beside him was now empty.

He flopped onto his back with a heavy sigh. That was probably for the best. Falling asleep next to her had been hard enough, he hadn't exactly wanted to wake up next to her too. He already felt entirely too vulnerable.

"Good morning."

Vorrin yelped, shooting upright and whipping his head around the room until he landed on Empress Callista's long, slender figure lounging in one of the plush sitting chairs. She smirked and crooked one dark brow, but other than that made no comment on Vorrin's embarrassing display.

"Breakfast?"

"You're still here," Vorrin said.

"Indeed. I did say we'd be spending more time together, didn't I?" She lifted the delicate teacup from its saucer and took a long, silent sip. "You slept in a little longer than expected, but no matter. We still have about an hour."

"Before?"

"You're coming into the city with me. It's about time people saw us together publicly. Besides, the change of scenery may be good for you."

Vorrin hated how she could sound conniving in one breath and caring in the next. What was he? Her pet? Something to parade around and spoil? Did she really think that any of these luxuries or favors could change his feelings about what she'd done? Though he did not deny, that a part of him longed to leave these palace walls. It had been months since he'd been any further than the gardens.

He swung his legs over the mattress and gingerly rose to his feet. "Shouldn't I get back to my rooms? To get ready?"

"I've already requested your manservants to attend to you here. They'll bring your change of clothes and fix your hair.

"My...?" Vorrin glanced across the room into the great gold-framed looking glass overhanging the vanity and found his long, chocolate hair had decided to tangle itself into a bird’s nest on one side. The other side lay frazzled over his shoulder, like he'd taken to rubbing it between two whetstones. Probably all that tossing and turning last night.

Vorrin rapidly dragged his fingers through the mess. It didn't seem fair that Empress Callista's hair still remained tight and tidy in it's whippish tail.

"You still have a few minutes before they arrive. You should eat. Reports tell me you don't eat much, but this is your favorite breakfast."

Vorrin crept toward the spread. A kettle sat on a wooden hot plate, the scent of sweet mint escaping out it's long silver spout. Beside it sat a plate full of steaming biscuits, halved, buttered and slathered in strawberry jam.

His stomach growled traitorously.

Empress Callista waved to the open seat across from her.

Vorrin begrudgingly accepted. The bitterness only grew as the cushions sank beneath him, setting him a couple inches shorter than the empress. But he tried not to let the annoyance show on his face as he stacked three biscuits on top of each other and took a large bite. Letting her know he was upset would only give her more power.

His stomach squirmed a little as he swallowed. This really was his favorite breakfast. He wondered how much she knew about him already. He'd known all the servants in the palace were her people, but he hadn't realized that they'd been her eyes as well. How much did they report? How much of what he said, of what he did, had been repeated back to her?

"Even if you weren't from an enemy nation, I'd still have you watched," Empress Calista said. Vorrin shuddered a little at the way she seemed to read his mind. "You're my consort. It's my responsibility to ensure you are properly attended to. That means keeping you safe and meeting your creature comforts. Better if I understand what makes you happy."

"My freedom would make me happy."

Callista tapped her lips thoughtfully with the edge of her spoon before using it to scoop a couple cubes of sugar into her half-full cup. "I suppose I can arrange an armed escort every now and then if you're restless."

"That's not what I mean and you know it."

"And you know I can't let you go. So why don't we both stop pretending?"

A light rap on the door snapped the growing tension in two.

"Enter," the empress called in that gracious voice of royalty. Not too loud, not too aggressive, but commanding all the same.

The door creaked, and Pins poked his head through the door, a small leather bag slung over one shoulder. At the sight of the empress he immediately bent in half, folding his hands in front of him and gluing his eyes to the floor.

"We've come to prepare Royal Consort Vorrin for the day, your majesty."

"Right here, Pins," Vorrin said.

Pins's head rose a centimeter toward Vorrin's voice, then he raised up all at once with a large grin. "Good morning, Royal Consort. Your hair is exciting this morning. I've brought a brush and several accessories for you to choose from. Would you like to get started, or would you prefer to dress first?"

As if on cue, Switch slid into the room, breathing heavy and face flushed, a long red garb draped across his arms. He bowed hastily to Vorrin and then deeper to the Empress, speaking to the floor as he began profusely apologizing. "Forgive me, your majesty, Royal Consort Vorrin. The outfit selected for today had a tear. The royal tailor claims it will not be ready until this evening. I took the great liberty of selecting another outfit of a similiar style. Does it please your majesty?"

Empress Callista's sharp eyes scanned over the draping fabric in a couple seconds. "It will do."

Switch looked ready to melt with relief. He turned sharply on his heel toward Vorrin, eyes still wide, frantic, and slightly watery as if he had been, or barely held back from, crying.

"Then shall I, my lord?"

Vorrin felt all eyes on him, but most importantly he felt the gaze of Empress Callista. If her eyes seemed sharp overseeing his outfit, they were even more daggerish digging into his side profile. He gripped the neck of his nightclothes tightly, a humiliating squire's blush rising to his cheeks as he couldn't seem to make his hands take the action to undress.

After what felt like an eternal silence, she pushed smoothly to her feet. "I'll leave you to it. Remember, darling, one hour."

And with a swish of her braid and long cape, she was gone.

As soon as the door shut, Switch immediately collapsed.

"I thought I was going to be fired," he bawled, a few tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

"Empress Callista doesn't fire people for finding tears in clothes," Pins said.

Switch's head snapped up. "Don't act smart, you've only been here as long as I have. You didn't know what was going to happen either!"

For the first time, it occurred to Vorrin that the two servants may be as fresh to the royal scene as he was.

"How long have you been working in the palace?"

Switch hesitated a moment, always the suspicious one. Maybe he thought Vorrin wanted to berate him for the clothing mishap.

"A little under 6 months," he answered finally. "I applied for a position as soon as word came that the empress would be staying in Totholan. I traveled here with the rest of the serving caravan."

Vorrin had assumed after the kingdom's conquering that Empress Callista had sent for her regular palace staff. Those she most trusted. But it made sense that she would have left some to care for the homeland palace in her absence. Any person wishing to make it into the Empress's employ would seize the sudden surge of job availabilities. And all it took was a willingness to relocate.

"And you, Pins?"

"6 months and 10 days," he piped peevishly. "Switch was only mostly right when he said we've been here the same amount of time. I was hired on before we found out of the empress's success. So I've been in the palace just a teensy bit longer. Plus, my mum was a maid, so I was already used to palace walls."

"But the empress wasn't there when you started work," Switch said. "So it doesn't make you any more the expert."

"Why do you always need to be better at everything?" Pins said with a pout. "Why can't you just admit I have something on you?"

"Because you don't."

Before Pins could respond, Switch marched away, laying the clothes across the bed and stepping behind Vorrin to begin helping untie his white sleep clothes.

"I wouldn't have let her fire you," Vorrin said, sliding out of the sleeves and letting the soft linen fall into Switch's hands. "If that's of any comfort."

Switch paused, folding the nightclothes into a neat square before finally responding. "It is."

He retrieved the new outfit, blessedly allowing Vorrin to put the first part on himself. It was a little different from most of clothing he was given. Trousers for one. Impractical ones, but trousers nonetheless. Next was a long ruffled tunic that laced all the way up to his throat. Switch helped him with the long draping overcoat, a similar style to the wrapping robes, though this one had no waist tie and buttoned to the middle of his chest. For his bare feet was a pair of short soft boots, little thicker than slippers.

As soon as he was dressed, Pins got started brushing through his hair until it was silky.

"Which ones?" he asked, pulling a leather wrap from his bag and unfolding a display of hair ornaments. Ruby hairpins and golden chains, a net-like crown, encrusted with jewels, a gold circlet with red diamond teardrops dangling at the temples, twin clips designed to appear as sprigs of current berries, each ruby a berry on a silver branch. Vorrin chose the ruby pins. They still may have been worth more than he'd ever made in his entire career, but at least they were less gaudy than these others.

"Aw," Pins said. "I wanted to do the net and chains." Then suddenly remembering they were addressing a superior quickly added, "But the pins are lovely too!"

"You can add the chains," Vorrin sighed.

Pins perked up, plucking up the metal strings and beginning to braid them into strands of Vorrin's hair. He gathered half the hair into a bun, using the ruby pins to secure it and the gold-twined braids together.

A couple minutes later, Empress Callista pushed open the doors without a knock. She surveyed Vorrin swiftly before giving the manservants an approving nod that sent them grinning and offering her arm out to Vorrin.

"Shall we, my love?"

Vorrin gritted his teeth. Such falseness. Such lies. Such utter humiliating mockery.

He linked arms with her anyway.

If he knew one thing it was this: he couldn't win against Empress Callista with brute force. He would need another tactic. A passive one. Something that looked deceivingly like cooperation. Until the time was right to strike.

Part 3

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The Most Careful Touch

Premise: Astarion knows it is Sylvannah’s time of the month. He wants to help take away some of her pain if he can.

Astarion X OC

| 18+, Mentioning periods, fluff, Astarion, Smut, Cramping |

It was midday. Sylvannah, Gale, Astarion, and Shadowheart all enjoyed a break in the day. They had decided to head to the Elfsong Tavern to get a bite to eat. Astarion was in the rear of the group. He didn't need to eat but could use a break from helping random citizens. Although he thought Sylvannah could use a break the most among them.

When they had first woken up in his tent that morning he knew it was going to be a hard day for her. He could smell that familiar scent on her. Metallic and almost sweet. It held a certain musk to it that only a vampire would be accustomed to. It was blood. She was menstruating and it was hard for him to ignore. It wasn't just the scent of her. Sylvannah was in pain. Throughout the day she would wince and breathe through gritted teeth. Holding her abdomen as cramps waved through her. There was not much he could do for her, but he had to try something.

Astarion walked at a faster pace to catch up with her. He placed his hand on her lower back and rubbed in circles as they walked. Once they arrived at the Elfsong they found a nice secluded table away from the loud music.

Once they were settled in their seats Sylvannah could feel her head pounding. She looked up but did not see Astarion sitting at the table.

"Gale do you know where he went?" she asked pointing to Astarion's dagger laying on the table next to her.

"I do, I see him over at the bar talking to the barkeep." he pointed past Shadowheart in the direction of the bar counter.

After a few moments, Astarion returned. He had a small pie in his hands. It was freshly baked and sitting in a small tin shell. As he walked over Sylvannah could smell the delicious chocolate inside. As he pulled out his chair to sit next to her Astarion handed her the chocolate pie with a grin on his face.

"I thought you might like this. You always say you like chocolate during this time of the month." he stated leaning in towards her ear. As he did so he placed his hand back on her back and continued to rub.

How did she get so lucky she thought to herself? Most men would not even bat an eye at her current situation. It happens every month so she should be used to it by now. That is not the case. Some months are harder than others. These past few days have been difficult for her. Hard-hitting cramps during battle along with waves of hot flashes. She was struggling and he could see that. This was a nice distraction though.

There was heat radiating off the pie as she held it in her hand. She carefully removed it from its tin skirt. As she took a bite into it she felt a sense of happiness wash over her. It was flaky and almost felt like a croissant. The chocolate filling was buttery smooth and tasted so sweet.

"Thank you," she said to Astarion as she turned to face him. As she took another bite her ears flitted up and down and she leaned back into his massaging hand. He thought she looked adorable and he reached up to brush crumbs from her face.

"I may have another gift for you darling, look what I have here." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a room key. It was a fancier key than what she had seen hanging on the back rack of the bar.

Sylvannah took the key in her hands and looked it over "Is this a key to a suite here?"

"I just thought you could use a nice calm evening love. I can run you a bath and rub you down if you'd like?"

He looked at her with loving eyes. Astarion wanted nothing more than to take care of her the way she had to him the night after taking down Cazador. She held him close that night working to carefully brush his hair and helped to clean the blood off of him.

"I think I would like that. My temples are pounding and the steam might help with my headache and my sore back."

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It was getting dark and the four had walked back to camp. Sylvannah wanted to grab some of her favorite pillows from her tent to take back to their rented room. Astarion had a small wooden box in his hand. She did not ask what it was for. Once they arrived at their room he took out the fancy key and unlocked the double doors. It was exquisite.

The bed was huge. It was a canopy bed with gold and red curtains draped around it. The blankets and pillows matched with gold embroidering. At the foot on the bed was a long red footstool. Sitting on the stool was a silver platter of grapes and strawberries. As she walked around she eyed a large tub. It was not the typical stand-up wood tub. This tub reminded Sylvannah of the one in the Nymph's Grotto. It sat on the floor and had candles and red roses all around. She could see lavender soaps laid out on the edge of the tub. She could not contain her excitement to get in that warm water.

"Is it to your liking?" Astarion asked as he grabbed her hands in his.

"You say it like I'm a high-class maiden." she laughed holding his hands tight.

"You might not be royalty, but I think you deserve the finest things, darling. Besides you are technically a Goddess now."

He grabbed her face and kissed her. As he did so they worked their way over to the bed. She hopped up onto the bed and it made him laugh. She was short and he always loved seeing her bounce onto high places. The way her breasts would rise and fall. Astarion noticed how they struggled to fit into her top. They were always bigger during this time. He knew they were sore and he wanted to help her. He climbed onto the bed. It sank slightly to both of their weight.

"I would like to try and lessen your pain if I can. And I think it would be rather beneficial to both of us," he said as he took her thigh in his hand. He opened her legs slightly and placed his leg between her thighs.

Astarion used his other hand to slip into her top. He placed his cold hand on her breast and rubbed it. A moan came from deep within her throat. He knew she was so sensitive. He could feel her throbbing against his leg. While he worked on her tits Sylvannah worked to get her pants off along with her top. She worked fast as she unbuttoned her bra. Astarion worked to get off her panties.

Once she had taken off her final item of clothing Astarion took a moment. He held back to take in the sight of her. She looked lovely on a bed of red. Her emerald frame lay beneath him sore in need of release. He made eye contact with her and gave her a look. He glanced at her and then at her heat presented to him. He wanted to eat her out badly, but he wouldn't move until she gave him the okay.

Sylvannah could see what he wanted. The way his mouth hung open. He was salivating. She knew he hadn't hunted for the evening. He also had not asked to feed off of her yet. He was looking for another option. One that made her core ache in pleasure. She wanted nothing more for him to ravish her and distract her from this pain. She looked at him in his eyes and shook her head quickly.

He wasted zero time. He parted her legs and as he did his head darted down between them. At first, the cramps were still intense but as Astarion worked his tongue deep inside. They started to disappear, but not entirely. Instead, they were replaced with that building feeling.

"Astarion, I feel it I'm so close" she panted as she squeezed her thighs around his head. She needed to anchor herself. Sylvannah reached for his white hair and ran her fingers in it grabbing hold as she came. Her other hand reached frantically for his hand and she moaned loudly. She always needed him to hold her. To help bring her back to reality.

Astarion got off the bed and grabbed her in his cold arms. She knew she was going right into that bath. Sylvannah could not wait. Once she was settled he went to grab that small box he had brought with them. He walked back and sat behind her starting to rub her shoulders. It had some scratches on it and a faded design of a tree. He reached over and opened the silver clasp keeping the box closed. Once opened it revealed many small bottles of essential oils.

"Take your pick love," he said in a soft tone leaning in.

He never ceased to surprise her. Sylvannah loved the way he looked at her. Astarion was romantic. She never knew that loving a man could be gentle like this. That it didn't need to be a fight to stay alive. He would always take care of her. She snapped back into focus and started looking at each small bottle. A lot of the labels were worn from use, but she could make out her favorites.

"I'll take lavender and mint, please." she smiled coyly at him and he picked them from the box.

Before putting any oils on her skin he worked to get her hair out of its two big braids. He removed her gold hair accessories and placed them on the side of the tub. Astarion grabbed her hairbrush out of the bag she had brought. He grabbed some of her bright red strands and began brushing. Sylvannah had long thick hair and he took time to work out all the small knots. Each pass of her long hair felt incredible. Once he was done with the right side he leaned in and placed a kiss on her right cheek, before moving to the left side. He brushed her hair and as he did so he hummed lightly to himself. She could tell he was as content as she was.

Then Astarion got up and undressed himself. Sylvannah watched as he slowly took off his shirt and then his pants. He reached inside his pack and grabbed something that she did not expect. It was a joint. She was a regular enjoyer of weed. It was something she used more often during this time of the month. What she did not expect was to see it rolled to perfection. Astarion would partake with her, but she was always the one to roll em up. This time it was him presenting a pristine fatty.

"Surprised darling?" he said with a little head tilt and a smirk. He handed it to her with a match.

"I'm proud I didn't think you were watching me that closely each time I rolled up."

He stepped into the water. As he did so he placed his hands on her thighs rubbing her legs. "I always watch you closely Sylvannah."

His voice sounded so husk. She watched him as he sank further into the water. She could imagine the steam and warm water felt amazing on his cold physique. Sylvannah leaned into him placing her warm chest against his front to warm him completely.

Astarion started to grab the oils his love had requested. He took them and dripped them down her damp back. The mint was cooling on her warm body. He took some and dripped it on his hand and placed it in the water. Rubbing some mint onto her abdomen. It was a different feeling. Cold for a moment and then Sylvannah could feel the heat of the water again. He held her and gently tickled her back with some of the roses that lay in the water and around the tub. She giggled and kissed his chest. Wrapping her arms as far as she could get around his back she gave Astarion a big hug.

"Thank you for being the man that you are. Thank you for loving me even when it is hard and I fuck up. All the other men in my past made me feel like I was small. Like my life meant nothing. You make me feel like this life means something. Astarion, when I look at you life can be anything as long as I have you." she was crying and he grabbed her chin to face him.

"You make me feel the same Sylvannah. Whatever happens, I know that we have each other. We have an incredible future to look forward to. You are my wife now." as he said this he spun the ring around on her left hand.

They had gotten married in secret a few weeks back. The only one who actually knew was Shadowheart. Sylvannah was so excited she had to tell somebody. Astarion may have also slipped and told Wyll. It was obvious to the group. Jaheira started making bets around camp on how fast they'd get pregnant.

"I still love hearing that. Mrs. Ancunin does have a nice ring to it." she grabbed his hand that was on her face and moved it to her back. As she did she kissed him passionately.

They spent the rest of the evening laying in bed feeding each other grapes and partaking in some Devilweed. Sylvannah had to admit he did make her feel like a goddess. She made him feel like a king. Astarion was excited to live in the Underdark with her. To have a chance at a new life and experience love in healthy manner. To have a family and something to protect. This was his world right here in his arms.

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Small Victories

Pairing: Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader

Summary: Shriv catches you masturbating.

Warning: NSFW / 18+ for oral sex and fingering.

Word count: 2.3k

Notes: Whipped this out last night. Just so sick of not posting anything! Screw you, responsibilities! Maybe I will write this same scenario for Hondo Ohnaka and Cad Bane, too.

It was rare that Shriv left his post any earlier than two hours after his scheduled shift was over, and even rarer still that he left prior to its end. It seemed that all the stars of the galaxy had aligned, the weary pilot set to jet the minute permission was granted.

He had spent too many rotations away from you, enough that his gripes and complaints had finally been taken seriously – he had asked for time off – time to take his gal out for a much deserved dinner date in one of the finer establishments of Coruscant. Though the New Republic was far from perfect, at least now he could afford to eat more than rations and drink something besides stale caf.

In his book, that was a win. Small victories: they were just as needed as bigger ones, sometimes more so as they boosted morale and kept one’s spirits up. But this - this was wholly different. This was important. This was a chance to do something nice for you when you least expected it – he only hoped he didn’t kark it up.

He supposed it might be hard to. As of late, the only thing you seemed to want more of was his presence. Truth be told, he was having feelings about you – feelings that hadn’t always been there, but that had shown up out of nowhere – ones that made his heart go thump thump in his chest if he dwelled too long, or ones that made him bite his lip when he caught himself daydreaming in places he definitely shouldn’t be.

“Don’t look now, Suurgav, but the General seems miiiighty pissed.”

So, he did what any nice guy would do – or so he thought. He wasn’t entirely sure, but he had heard a thing or two hanging around the other pilots who had managed to keep their partners considering their hectic schedules – patrols weren’t always easy – he could be gone for days, weeks, and no personal comms were allowed when on active duty. Honestly, he was surprised you didn’t get bored waiting around. It was a blessing, was what it was.

Shriv counted them every day he managed to stay alive.

Flowers. And chocolate. It was imported, as most everything was on this entirely too big ecumenopolis. He had a time finding any, or at least the kind that was in his price range, but he would be damned if he returned empty-handed. It was said chicks dug it; he had never tried the strange smelling stuff. He had heard stories about candy rotting your teeth – Shriv had enough to worry about already.

Approaching your modest apartment on one of the many lower levels of this busy planet, the Duros could at least still see the sky, or what there was of it, airspeeders and luxury hovercars dotting nearly every speck of open space.

He knew the keycode. You had long ago given it to him. Normally, he would never abuse his privileges, but he wanted this to be a surprise.

Upon entry, your domicile was quiet except for the viewscreen in your living room playing back some old holoromance type-thing, Shriv gazing at the moving pictures for a moment as he took in the scene.

“Huh,” he enunciated dryly, tilting his head to the side. It looked like the two humans were attacking each other, but both of them were as bare-assed as the day they were born. By the way the woman was yelling out, he was for sure the guy was hurting her. He blocked it out though he could have easily tried to analyze your choice of programming, moving onward toward the only other room in the house – the one you slept in.

The door was open, so he crept up toward its righthand side, Shriv peeking around the corner slowly, precious chocolates and a bouquet of Ithorian roses that were near to the color of his scales being clutched behind him in one hand.

What he saw was not what he expected, but it was also not unwelcomed – you looked freshly showered as your hair was still damp, and you weren’t wearing any clothes.

He had assumed you might be napping, but he found himself to be utterly fascinated in that instance by the expression across your face, two of your own fingers fondling the special nub that lay between your legs - it was snuggly sequestered between lush folds of downy flesh.

You were making delicious little sounds as you pleasured yourself - sounds he had only heard when he was embedded deep inside you - the somewhat skittish Duros feeling just a tiny bit brave as he stepped fully into view.

You did not notice right away; he had been as quiet as a mouse, the pilot gingerly placing his gifts down on the table that resided near to the entrance of your boudoir.

“Am I … interrupting something?”

You screamed outright, jumping back across the pillows to the head of your bed as you threw the covers over yourself, Suurgav’s face falling as he took on an apologetic appearance for having frightened you.

“Fullua, I-”

“Shriiiiiv,” you cried out in your most nasal, over-the-top voice, “you scared the banthashit out of me!”

“Wait, don’t stop. I was enjoying that,”  Suurgav quipped smugly, having somewhat recovered. “Looked like you were, too.”

A blush colored your cheeks. “How long have you been here?!” you asked anxiously.

“Long enough,” he cockily replied, pushing off the frame of the door with one elbow – he had temporarily taken to nonchalantly leaning against it, though inside his excitement was building upon itself.

You studied his movements, having forgotten just how good he looked in person, so short was your time together. And God, those arms – his biceps alone – they were incredible.

“I wasn’t expecting you-” you began, watching as your lover approached with a glint of something mischievous in his gorgeous ruby eyes.

“-Should’ve told me that’s how you like it,” he whispered sternly, placing one knee onto your mattress as it sank beneath his weight. Soon after the other joined, Suurgav crawling forward as he lifted the edge of the blanket guarding your nakedness, the cool sensation of his flesh pressing against you as deft fingertips began to massage and grope your thighs.

“Mn, I was just … “ Horny is what you wanted to say, though you thought that might be obvious. “Lonely without you,” you confessed, not desiring to so readily admit he had been the very thing on your mind as you sat there touching yourself.

“That why those other two naked humans are in the living room? They here to keep you company?” he asked casually.

You shivered when his fangs grazed against you, yet the thing you were most worried about was what had come out of his mouth.

“What?! Who!” you blurted out, meaning to rise. The Duros kept you in place, wide palms splayed over the bulk of your legs as he tacked you to the bed.

“The holo,” he whispered along your silky skin, your anticipation increasing as you could not see what the man was up to; his bulbous head was hidden beneath your linen sheets as he sporadically kissed different parts of your sumptuous form.

“Oh, that…” you trailed off, embarrased. You had forgotten you had left it running, having become aroused halfway through the film - it was a somewhat tasteful porno with minimal plot – something about a bounty hunter coming to collect.

“Mhm, that-” he filled in the silence, quick to add, “-hey, so, it was like this, right?”

Your limbs involuntarily shuddered as the pad of a cold thumb brushed against your clit, though it did not stop there. The Duros trailed the moist slit of your sex, gathering your slick to lubricate himself before gliding back upward, then settling across your already throbbing bud.

“Or a little more like-” He applied a scant amount of pressure, massaging the sensitive protrusion of glands that had already been given a head start; you moaned softly as your hips rolled beneath the sheets, pinned succinctly by his bodyweight.

“Just like that,” you breathed, your voice an airy whisper as your eyes began to close.

“Mn, yeah? You like that?” The grin he wore was evident by his tone alone, his deep baritone sounding as flat as it was salacious. Shriv indulged himself by aligning the tip of his index finger with your already aching cunt.

It broached the entrance, the Duros carefully inserting its full length inch by inch - his fingers were one of your favorite attributes.

“How about now, sweetheart,” he asked offhand, knowing more or less the answer to his question as you writhed in rhythm with the thumb unhurriedly circling your clit.

You could only moan again in return, Shriv curling that adroit digit inside you, pressing up against the seat of your pleasure as he gently coaxed you to cum. You held off, shaking your head even as your breathing quickened. You refused to let it end so quickly though you could hardly last when Suurgav put his mind to it.

“Playing hard to get, are you?” the Duros questioned snidely. His attitude was partly a charade; this was only meant to rile you. He knew you loved it when he talked you through it - you had admitted long ago his voice was a turn on for you - something he had been confused by, but ultimately accepted.

“Mmhm,” you hummed through compressed lips, your arms rising so that your fingers could claw into the pillows that rested just beside and below your head.

“Time to bring in the heavy artillery, I think,” he mused out loud, Shriv retracting the finger massaging your innards to leave you empty and whimpering.

“You don’t stand a chance,” he teased, Durosian digits grasping your thighs once more to spread your legs apart, stretching you taut. You pretended to struggle, though more than enjoying the sensation of being bound by the force of pure muscle, Shriv burying his rostrum directly in your pubic mound.

Your breath hitched in your throat, and he had not even touched you yet; Shriv laughed wryly, that cool, wet, artful tongue finally taking its first lap at your pulsating clit.

“Fuck,” you muttered, the Duros administering another long, drawn out lick from the base of your cunt to the top of your slit, concentrating at its apex on the little button that gave him access to all your secrets, or so he thought. He flicked at it repeatedly with a dexterous tip, the warmth in your belly surging toward the cusp of your sex.

“Maybe,” he shot back before plunging the entirety of that thick muscle inside you, it churning and roiling at a slow but steady pace. Shriv was in no rush, the Duros eating you to his heart’s content in the most deliberate and thoughtful way; he slipped back out of you, once more focusing on your thrumming bud.

His forefinger returned, languidly pumping into your pussy as he cooed into your cunt, Shriv’s cock hard as ducracrete as he was content to hump the bed in time with the undulation of your hips.

Your hands searched him out, running the course of his shapely head. They smoothed over its surface, featherlight, the Duros appreciating your affections as he enticed your body to the verge of an orgasm.

“Mn, Shriiiv,” you crooned, guiding him closer by the back of his large cranium. With that he quickened his speed, shifting his grip  to spread your lower lips apart with two elongated thumbs, homing in more precisely on that part of you that made you squirm and gasp when he hit it just right.

It's what finally made you come undone.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to control your breath as Shriv continued unabated, chuckling all the while at your little twists and wriggles until he himself was satisfied - that was not until your fingernails were nearly shredding the sheets into ribbons, and your thighs were clenching the sides of his head so tightly he was afraid you might crack his skull. He did the smart thing and gradually slowed his tempo, withdrawing from the safety of your blankets to finally look at you.

“Told you, you didn’t stand a chance,” he commented, wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand with the sassiest of smirks. Having finally somewhat recuperated, you now had the opportunity to ask how you got so lucky, not having to finish yourself off.

“What are you doing here?” you questioned, though not upset by any means with the turn of events that had transpired.

“Don’t sound too excited,” he muttered.   

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you said cautiously, touching the back of his hand - this seemed to halt his worrying in its tracks. “You’re home early is all – are those for me?” you inquired, nudging your head in the direction of the flowers and chocolate that sat waiting by the door.

“Could be,” he shrugged.

“What’s the occasion?” A smile began to overtake your face.

He seemed to be thinking about something. Then, with the most deadpan look he could muster, Shriv delivered what he thought was a perfectly timed joke: “Well, I was going to invite you out to dinner, but I already ate.”

You scoffed, trying to smack the Duros upside the head with the nearest pillow. He easily blocked, giving you an indignant look. You tackled him instead and he allowed it, his mood at once lifting as soon as you were straddled across his lap.

Shriv brushed a loose strand of hair away from your eyes, then he kissed you on the nose.

“Of course, I could always go for seconds.”

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Tainted Reflections- CH 13

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A While Earlier

It seemed rather unassuming at first. The Royal Tomb was supposed to be this building right before them? Beel had a hard time believing that. Although, what did he know about it? He had never been here before. The demon of Gluttony tilted his head as though to look around, wondering if there was some spell or some trick to it. Royals never did anything by halves. Everything they did and owned always had a thick layer of grandeur spread over it. Mm, thick layers. Like a tiered cake. What flavor would imperial splendor be? He figured some kind of decadent chocolate, perhaps with a rich fruit filling. Beel suddenly shook his head, swallowing the saliva in his mouth. Not now. So, why was this little mausoleum so…ordinary? Not to mention small. Why, it would hardly be big enough to house him and his brothers should they all be laid to rest here. How were all of Diavolo’s ancestors in this bite-sized tomb? 

“T-This is it?” Levi stuttered from behind Beel, apparently thinking the same thing he was. However, both of them spotted the carving in the door. The Three-Legged-Crow. Their beloved mascot, the symbol of demonic power, was said to adorn the entrance to the Royal Tomb.  

Barbatos nodded, holding up a lantern to light their way. Beelzebub raised an eyebrow. That had definitely not been in the butler’s hand a few seconds ago, but having a little bit of light was nice. It was definitely dark out here, and darker than usual. The light of the moon was blocked by leaves and branches that shadowed overhead. They were clearly a long way from home. How far was hard to say, seeing as how they were teleported there. Beel had to wonder if it was to save time or if it was to keep him and his brother from being able to tell where this tomb was for secrecy reasons. Probably both. Barbatos was efficient that way. “This is it. Step carefully. I won’t have anything disturbed in this sacred resting place.” He walked steadily away from the two brothers, his steps hardly unsettling the dead leaves and the little stones that littered the dirt path leading up to the stone tomb. 

Beel was the next to follow, feeling his older brother stick behind him, Levi occasionally turning his head to ensure they weren’t being followed. Both the brothers soon looked down at their feet, the dirt quickly changing into something more firm as rounded and smooth stepping stones paved the way towards the steps leading up towards the doors. Barbatos halted for a moment, making sure the two other demons were right behind him before outreaching a hand for the door. Again, Beel expected some sort of trick. A secret key, an ancient password, perhaps a bloodletting, but no. The butler pushed the door open easily with his hand, stepping inside, gesturing for the two Sins to follow. 

As soon as Levi was within the tomb’s walls, the door shut behind them all, engulfing them all in darkness save for the soft glow of the lantern. “S-So, what’re we looking for exact-exactly?” The demon of Envy stuttered, eyes slightly glowing in the inky blackness, looking around at the simple coffins settled into the walls. 

Barbatos curled a finger around his chin. “As of the moment, nothing seems out of place.” He placed the lantern down on the floor, stepping beside a sarcophagus residing in the middle of the room. Once again, the Three-Legged-Crow was depicted in its stone. “Diavolo and I were worried that the Old Council might have wormed their way here out of what little amount of respect they are capable of still feeling for the old King. If we find nothing of import down in the tomb, we will place protective barriers and be on our way. Besides, there is something I need to collect.” 

Beel nodded, but Levi took a few steps past his brother to look confused. “I’m sorry, did-did you say down in the tomb?” 

Despite the perilous situation they’d all been put in, Barbatos still found it in him to smirk ever so slightly, the humorous crook to his lips emphasized by the light cast underneath him by the lantern. With a swift and shocking movement, Barbatos gripped his gloved hands on the lid to the sarcophagus, pushing it clear open. Beel and Levi were dumbfounded, nearly taking a step back. Blasphemy. What happened to not ‘disturbing this sacred resting place’? Although, with a little glance, Levi and Beel saw nothing inside the chamber. In fact, it was completely empty. The stone seal Barbatos had pushed continued to move, seemingly hinged at one of the lower corners. It shifted at an angle till suddenly a click echoed through the little mausoleum, the Three-Legged-Crow symbol glowing. The sarcophagus was simply an oversized door-handle. The floor rumbled, Beel and Levi quickly moving to grab at a wall to steady themselves while Barbatos seemed perfectly balanced on his feet. The demons heard something burst forth from the dirt outside the tomb they were in, before a deafening thunk seemed to close around them. The whole building was tugged downward, and then everything felt steady again. However, Beel still had the sensation that they were still moving. 

“We weren’t in the tomb at all!” Levi quickly declared.

“I never said it was. You simply asked me if this was ‘it’. You did mean to imply that this was simply the entrance to the tomb, didn’t you?” There was a slight bemused lilt in Barbatos’ voice which made Beel feel a bit more at ease, surprisingly enough. He never liked it when things felt too serious. A little bit of tension left his shoulders. The stone lid began to slowly shut itself the further down they went. Beel stared at it until it finally fully closed, the tomb they were in bobbing as they suddenly stopped. Barbatos leaned down to pick up the lantern, brushing past both brothers as he pushed the door back open. “Shall we?” 

Beel moved from his spot to exit the room, taking large strides down the stone steps before turning. His eyes went a bit wide at the gaping stone maw of a chiseled dragon, the building they were in completely settled between its rocky jaws. Its claws settled firmly beside its body, two outstretched wings hovered above it's unmoving body. Despite it being made completely out of stone, it radiated Royal Pride. Yeah. This seemed more like what Beel expected. He moved his eyes from the dragon and out towards the tomb, the actual tomb this time. Despite being underground, this grand hall was carved elegantly enough to almost fool anyone to believe they weren’t in a cave. Arches curved high above their heads, a sleek velvet dark-red rug led the way through the middle of the hall. Golden chandeliers gently creaked on their chains, little corvid’s-blood rubies dangling from their curves, casting down crimson rays. The royal insignia swayed from woven banners, pounding into their head every few feet that this was a place of nobility. 

Barbatos allowed the two brothers their moment of awe before encouraging them to follow. “Come along now. It’s not wise to linger here.” 

“Why?” Beel couldn’t help but ask, looking around and wishing his twin could be here with him…although Belphie might not appreciate the décor as much as he did. 

“A myriad of reasons. Ghosts, traps, temptations, confusion, the occasional creature or two.” The butler didn’t seem to be in fear of any of the things he spoke of. “This is still just the forefront of the tomb. To get to the actual resting place, you must be either extremely clever, powerful, or lucky. Preferably all three. Even then, there’s still a high likelihood of death.” 

Levi stopped in his tracks, suddenly not as confident as he had been, which was saying something. “You brought us down here to die?!” 

Barbatos shook his head, lightly smiling in an assuring manner. “I have accompanied my young lord down here a number of times. If we simply stick together, we will make it to the other end of the tomb easily. There is a reason the Prince chose us three after all.” 

If Barbatos himself was so sure, Beel had nothing to worry about. He put a hand on his brother’s shoulder and nodded. “We’ll be fine, Levi. Just think of it like a game.” 

The demon of Envy looked Beel over, his eyes moving back and forth in his skull as he thought of it. “Right…right. This is just some roguelike dungeon crawler. Easy enough. Just play to your strengths, carefully use your resources…” He began muttering more video game terms under his breath, most of them with a meaning Beel didn’t quite understand, but he’s glad his words seemed to give Levi a bit of certainty. 

The royal butler brought them through the hall and over to the other side. A large golden double-door sat in wait. Barbatos turned his head, setting down his lantern on a little side table before brushing off his palms, freeing his gloves of dust. He then took his gloves clear off his hands, tucking them into one of his pockets. Things were getting serious. “Are you two ready?” 

Beel looked over at Levi, his eyes questioning. His older brother caught his gaze and sighed, but nodded, giving his younger brother his support. “Yep,” Beel finally spoke, feeling invigorated. “Let’s go.” 

A cry awoke you from your slumber. You opened your eyes, confused, not remembering falling back asleep in the first place. In fact, what was the last thing you could remember?...You hated to admit, it took you quite a while to recall. Once you did, you sat up quickly, almost coughing with the strain. Beel. You seemed to be alone in the living room, the fire in the fireplace still flickered, somehow untouched by the nature of this place. This whole house seemed to be a little sanctuary. Wait…the house. That’s right, you were back here, back where everything had started. Touching your head, you looked down at yourself. The coat you had adorned was gone, a new shirt somehow covering your body. The heavy jeans were gone, your lower half covered with a towel. Even the socks and shoes were gone, although you could easily discover where the missing clothes were located. They were all just a little ways away from the fire, drying off. The bag containing the mirror was there as well, and so was the dagger, the light from the fire bouncing off the blade and causing a little glint on the ceiling. You swung your legs off of the couch, about to run off and find the demons, but taking a little moment to pick up a fire-poker to adjust the burning logs and reignite the flames. Then you took the blanket that had been placed over you, tugging it around your shoulders, covering yourself, ignoring how the cold wooden floor beneath you pricked at the pads of your feet, almost making your toes go numb. As if led by instinct, you ran as quickly as you could up the steps, following the sound of sniffling that was seeping through one of the open doors. 

You quietly stepped inside the bedroom, your own tears almost pricking at your eyes when you saw Belphie on his stomach on top of the bed. The clothing covering the upper part of his body had been stripped away, making it all too easy to see the wound across his back. Although, it was obvious it had been cared for. It was no longer gaping, but mostly sewn shut with uneven red threading. Belphie was still bleeding, but it would be much slower now. With any luck, demon wounds worked like human ones to the point where it would start to scab over soon. But you weren’t entirely sure that’s how it worked. At least he was breathing. You could see that much. It was nearly impossible to see, his chest hardly rising, but in front of his face, his long hair was ever so slightly disturbed in a steady rhythm. 

A head covered in ginger hair raised its head. Tears were quickly wiped away as he stood, looking over at you with his mouth slightly open. You returned the same expression, heart swelling. Those tears that had gathered in the ducts of your eyes finally pooled over. It hadn’t been a dream or a hallucination. “Beel…Beel.” This time you ran over to him, wrapping your arms around him, the blanket falling to the ground. “You’re here…you’re here…” 

“I…should’ve been here sooner…you both…” Beel fell to his knees, holding you against him, his head pressed against your waist. What a blow this must’ve been…Sure, you’d clearly been through your share of torture, but to be so unaware…not knowing you had almost just lost two of your most beloved people. You could hardly imagine what Beel must be feeling. Which begged the question. 

“How did you get here…Beel? How did you find us?” 

The demon of gluttony gripped at your clothing before letting you go, getting back to his feet. He took one of your shoulders, leading you over to the bed so you could sit beside Belphie. The blanket settled over both yours and sloth’s legs. “Are you hungry?” 

You blinked, surprised Beel avoided the question. He was always one of the demons most honest with you. A look swam behind his eyes told you that the truth was apparently a painful one. Perhaps even he wasn’t immune to stalling. You rested a hand over your stomach, only now aware of the fact that you were starving. There was a lot of pain swirling through your body, but this one made itself glaringly obvious. You felt like a crushed can, like your organs might just wilt into raisins. Was there even anything safe to eat here? What if everything was poisoned? What if everything expired several centuries ago? But did you care? Did you really have a choice? The last bit of food and water Ikito had given you were gone, somewhere in the woods now. Food poisoning didn’t always have to mean death, but starvation was almost a certainty. So, you nodded. Not like you really needed to, Beel was already almost out the door. He could probably feel your hunger pounding through the pact mark. He left without speaking, leaving you to watch over his twin in his stead. How long had you been asleep? How long had Beel been here, looking after you both, hoping, pleading, that you both would eventually wake? You were almost afraid to know the answer. 

With a gentle hand, you reached over to run your fingers through Sloth’s hair. Was it bad that this felt normal? Well, as normal as it could be? Belphie asleep, Beel getting food, and you there right alongside them? If you closed your eyes, and tried to forget about it all, it almost felt like home… God…how badly you wanted to be home. If even Beel was here now…Beel was so strong…and yet… Before you spiraled into a panic attack, you took a deep breath. You rubbed Belphie’s head before leaving the bedroom, heading down into the kitchen. 

Beel was rummaging through cupboards and drawers. They were pretty sparse, but he did manage to find a few things to pull down and settle on the counter. He looked over his shoulder as you approached, holding a glass jar that seemed to contain some kind of grain. “You can rest,” he spoke softly, his expression filled with worry. 

“I feel like I’ve almost rested too much.” While that was a true statement, you knew you still felt violently weak. Like a gentle wind could blow you over at any moment. You came to stand beside him, his arm curling around your back, trembling slightly, like he was scared you’d disappear if he let you go. “What do we have?...” You looked at the collected items. Not much, but enough to look delicious to your deprived mind. Dried apples, sugar, flour, corn. Dried herbs were collected in bunches, hanging from the ceiling. Still…Hard to make much of a meal from this. However, nothing now was stopping you from opening the jar containing the dried fruit. You smelled it, not able to pick up a whiff of anything dangerous. Continue to starve to death, or risk something worse? Maybe it was the fact that Beel was with you, but you couldn’t ignore the pains any longer. You placed some of the wilted slices on your tongue. Hardly flavorful, which you expected. It was like biting into little bits of cardboard, but that was fine. It seemed to be doing it’s job of simply filling up your stomach. Not exactly sustenance, but some of the pangs went away. You held one out to the demon of gluttony, but with a frown, he shook his head, wandering more through the kitchen, determined to find something more for you. 

“There’s no fridge,” Beel frowned. 

“It’s an old house,” you informed him with a shrug. Who knew how old? If Singrid was like a childhood fairy-tale for them, probably ancient. Although, if you knew history right, this resembled more of an 1800's home, maybe 1700's. Maybe Singrid had home renovation plans. The details weren't quite as important as finding food was. “Hopefully we can find a cellar door. If we can, there might be more preserved food down there.” You moved to wander around the house, able to see in your peripheral vision that for a moment Beel reached out to you instinctively, but allowed you to move freely anyway. He simply followed like a shadow, the tip of his shoe occasionally bumping into your heel as you both stepped away from the kitchen and through the home. You opened the doors with honest reckless abandon, Beel almost flinching with every creak, like he expected something to jump out from them. It made you a bit nervous. He wasn’t always this jumpy. And sure, maybe you should hold onto a bit more caution in a place such as this, but surely there weren’t traps around every corner here…was there? Now you were a little bit more paranoid as you twisted doorknobs open. However, none of these led to a potential cellar. “Maybe outside,” you wondered aloud, twirling around on your feet and heading down the way you had come. 

Beel gently grabbed your arm, tilting his head. “I’ll go check. You should stay inside.” The demon of gluttony was very clearly worried. So much so, he looked nauseated. You could almost see it on his face. 

With a little sigh, you touched his hand softly before pushing it off. “I’ll go with you. This place isn’t safe for any of us. It’s always better to go in pairs. Remember when I taught you all about the buddy-system?” You smiled a bit at the memory. 

It had been your first time out camping with them all. It was a fun little trip Diavolo had planned for them after a long series of stressful Student Council work. He claimed it would be a rejuvenating trip, and while it had been planned for just the Sins, they demanded you come along. At the end of the first night, a few of the brothers wanted to go out and explore. Mammon, Satan, and Beel. Mammon was hoping to run across something priceless, Satan was curious about the rumors of the existence of a special species of devildom moss, and Beel wanted to go out to find something to eat. The other brothers couldn’t appear to care less about some late-night adventure. Somehow, despite your own opinions, you were dragged along. It was readily apparent to you, however, that they all planned to go their separate ways. You forced them to stay until you figured out the pairings, which only seemed to confuse them. 

“Why would we need to stay together?” Beel had wondered. 

“Do…you guys not know about the buddy-system?” All three demons had shaken their heads. It was a conflicting feeling. On one hand, you felt some sort of personal dignity for sharing something these powerful demons didn’t. On the other hand, you realized the reason they probably didn’t utilize this technique was because nothing posed much of a threat to them. Although, even just thinking that, you knew how much trouble they were capable of getting into, how many curses or spells they unknowingly stumbled into on almost a weekly basis. So, you were determined to get them to listen, and luckily, they seemed to go along with it. Then the three seemed all too happy to share this new system with the rest of their siblings the following day, claiming that it was something special you had taught them. None of them had wandered off alone for the rest of the trip, including Lucifer, who was clearly irritated at first, but acquiesced since he knew it would perhaps save him from having to clean up some sort of mess later. 

You lightly shook the memory from your mind just in time to watch Beel nod although a bit begrudgingly. “Alright.” He tagged along as you headed back to the fireplace, touching the clothing that had been laid out to dry. There was no moisture to be found at all. In fact, they were all even a little bit warm. You must’ve really been asleep for a while… 

After you tugged on all the clothes, you grabbed the bag and looked inside. The mirror was still perfectly intact. A jolting realization sparked in your mind. “Ikito couldn’t use this on you could he? He didn’t take your image.” 

Beel blinked for a moment as something seemed to click together in his brain. “So that’s why…No, but still…how did none of us notice?...” His eyes cast down, his expression dark. You knew he was beating himself up to hell and back internally about this. 

“But you did notice, Beel,” you assured him as he came over to his side, setting the mirror back in the bag and back on the floor for now. You wrapped your arms around him, wishing and wondering if your hugs made him feel as safe as his embraces did for you. “You came for us, didn’t you? I know you did. I know that’s why you’re here.” 

He paused, hugging you back before nearly picking you up, settling you on the couch. The burden of this all weighed on his shoulders heavily, his legs almost giving out as he fell into a sitting position, the whole couch creaking as he did so. Then suddenly, his hands went to his head, covering his eyes, gripping his hair in agony. “I did. I knew I had to come for you.” Tears began to roll down his cheeks, the look in his eyes filled with sorrow. “I had to make more decisions. Why do I always have to make these decisions? I don’t want to have to choose who to save. What have I done?” Beel nearly bowled over, sobbing harder than you had heard him cry in a long time. The last time he had done so was when he told you about the war…about picking between…You could only imagine what that meant…

You almost didn’t want to ask. You didn’t want to make a fresh wound worse. But…now your imagination was running wild. With Ikito involved, who knows what kind of messed up thing had happened out there? Who knows who else that monster had hurt? “Beel…please…tell me…What happened?” 

Claws swung down fiercely. Barbatos casually jumped back, dragging Levi with him as Beel took the forefront. Gluttony gripped the claws in his hands, holding the Chimera back as the other two demons branched off and attacked at the sides. The monster howled out it’s last breath, trying to gnaw at Beel as a last resort before thudding to the ground. Beel gripped his hands into the creature’s fur, dragging it over to the far side of the cave wall. Trying to not think about how tasty Chimera kebabs would be, Gluttony dusted off his hands and approached the other two. 

Barbatos had a casual grin on his face. “Well done, you two. At this rate, we’ll be at the end of the chamber in a matter of minutes.” 

Levi sighed, taking a moment to breathe as he leaned over, his hands on his knees. “I really don’t think I was the proper demon for this job…” Envy looked exhausted, but he also looked…envious. Not a surprise to anyone there. He was probably upset he wasn’t doing as well as Beel and Barbatos were. Beel patted his older brother on the back, doing his best to silently console his sibling. A little embarrassed, but appreciative, Levi straightened. “We still haven’t seen any sign that the Old Council was here. Can’t we just assume they never made it to the resting place?” 

Basil-colored strands of hair were slightly disturbed as Barbatos shook his head. “We should never assume anything when it comes to those demons.” He turned swiftly, continuing to talk as he led the two past the deceased monster and through the rest of this room. Like all the other rooms before, now it was simply a quest to find the door to move forward. This particular territory looked like a regular cave. Glowing minty moss stretched over parts of the walls, the smell of moisture in the air. It was dark, but a small orb created from Barbatos’ magic hovered and hummed in front of them, almost like it was leading them to where they needed to go. Who knows, maybe that is what it was doing. Barbatos did seem to be down here enough to feel comfortable, or perhaps he just never looked disturbed. “Besides, like I mentioned earlier, there’s something I wanted to gather here. Watch your step.” With a brief hand motion, Barbatos warned the other two demons, suddenly gesturing to the sudden pit they all had wandered towards. Lining the inside of the seemingly endless hole was a set of stairs, spiraling all the way down through the darkness. Of course, the butler started to head down these stairs, taking precise and cautious steps. 

Levi looked back at Beel hesitantly before heading down as well, Beel following behind. Either curious, or simply asking to keep his mind off the impending doom that was four short inches to the left, Levi couldn’t help but question Barbatos. “What do you need that’s so important to take from– from a grave?” As he asked, Envy nearly slipped. Both Barbatos and Beel reached out a hand to grab him, steading him. Everyone went silent for a moment, Levi leaning against the stone wall, the subtle sound of panicked heartbeats echoing in their ears. Soon, they continued to move, although at a slower pace than they had before. 

“Simply something I believe might become of use for later. I would not do something so disrespectful if I did not think it was in our best interest. In fact, it is something I believe the Old Council desperately desires. If they do not already have it in their possession, it would be better off in my hands, would it not?” Barbatos glanced at the two of them out of the corner of his eye, his tail sticking close to his body, the muscles twitching back and forth ever so slightly as he made micro-movements to improve his balance. 

Beel only tilted his head a little at the butler’s answer. He almost sighed. People like Lucifer and Barbatos always gave these roundabout answers. Something direct would be nice every once and a while. But if Barbatos thought what they were doing was important, then he would follow. If this was something he could do to help, of course he would do it. If it kept his family safe…he wouldn’t question it. Gluttony remained silent as he continued to head down, further and deeper down. Sure, he could probably fly down, but he’d prefer to stay near these two, just in case. Beel looked up, no longer able to see where they had entered. Then, as he was contemplating the emptiness of this place, as if by fate, a cold pit of emptiness entered his body. It left him numb. He stopped moving, searching around in his soul for what he knew was suddenly missing. Belphie.

“Beel?” Levi stopped a few moments after he spotted his younger brother frozen. “What is it?” 

“I don’t…Something…” Beel searched around for his words, but kept coming up short. He wasn’t exactly sure, but something was definitely wrong. He always felt tied to his twin, like a ribbon was tied to both of them, keeping them connected no matter how far apart they were. Now it was just if that line had just been…cut…the slack loosened, piling up at his feet. Beel's fingers trembled. He had only experienced this one other time. When Belphie had been locked away. He reached around for his D.D.D. only to be dispirited when there was no signal. 

"You won't be able to connect to anything down here," Barbatos confirmed, raising an eyebrow at the demon's sudden panic. "I take it this is not a matter that you can save for later?" 

"Is it Belphie?" Levi wondered. He knew about the twins' connection, and if there was anything Beel could sense this far away from the general populace, it would be the other twin. Not very many things could get Beel so worked up in the first place. 

Beel nodded, anxiety filling his bones. Both the other demons looked at one another. If something happened to Sloth, there was the possibility that something went wrong at the House. And with everyone as split up as they were… Barbatos turned on the steps, a clear look of thought on his face as he was trying to discover the best way forward. Then the butler's head turned to Levi. "If Beelzebub leaves, it will just be us two, you realize that." 

It was clear that being left down here, along with Barbatos, wasn't exactly Levi's favorite plan. There was a little flicker of worry behind Envy's eyes, but he nodded. "I know. Can't you send Beel home through a portal? If something happened back at home–"

"I understand," Barbatos cut Levi off, something the butler was not known for. Perhaps he was more shaken up than they both expected. "However, I cannot use my teleportation magic freely in these halls. If I could, I simply would have delivered us right to the end. You'll have to head back the way we came, Beelzebub. I trust you can handle that?" 

Something in Gluttony's heart squeezed. He didn't want to leave these two alone, but… He was about to spread his wings instantly, flying back upwards, but then he hesitated for a moment. "How do I know which way to go once I leave?" His normal steady voice had a single waver in it. 

Barbatos sighed, clearly slightly disappointed that his plans to keep the tomb's location secret were up in flames. However, out of everyone, Beelzebub was perhaps not the most terrible of options. "Go straight out the way we came till you hit a river. Follow it east until you can see the city." Beel nodded, his feet staying firm as he looked upon the two demons. A little flicker of doubt ran through the back of his mind. What if this was nothing? What if the only reason he felt this sudden disconnect was because they had gone down so far? If he showed up and everything was fine, he’d feel… Barbatos seemed to be able to read his mind, or his expression at the very least. “In moments like these, we should explore every concern, no matter how trivial it may seem.” 

He was right, like he always was. Beel gave Levi one last glance before his wings spread  buzzing behind him. He glanced down as he headed up, watching the two demons disappear completely in the darkness. Now he felt even more alone… Without Barbatos’ light to lead the way, he followed his nose, heading towards the direction of the creature they had put down earlier. Beel spotted the specks of glowing moss, adjusting his eyes to make out shapes in the dim light. His palm touched the cave wall, following the perimeter till his hands found the familiar shape of a doorframe among the stone. Gluttony steeled himself, prepared for another journey back the way they had come. Would the rooms be different again? Would he have to work through more puzzles and fights just to try to make it home? He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and shoved the door open, a determined glare in his eyes. With a dash forward, he was prepared for whatever would come his way. Only, nothing did. Beel blinked as the doors automatically shut behind him. He was back in the main room. The candles still flickered, the banners still occasionally fluttered, the open jaw of the stone dragon was patiently waiting for his return. The curiosities of this place could be saved for later. Sprinting down the hall, he jumped up the stairs in a single bound, thrusting the mausoleum doors open. He easily pushed the stone lid off the coffin like Barbatos had done before. It clicked. The room rumbled. A little jolt let Beel know he was ascending. 

Bobbing impatiently on his feet, he breathed an eager sigh as the lift stopped. He practically barreled out of the building. For a moment, he turned back. The stone dragon held his mouth out momentarily before it shuddered, sinking back into the ground partially. Only the tips of the stone teeth could be seen jutting out from the dirt, lying in wait. The only question Beel had now was…how were Levi and Barbatos supposed to come back? Could he send the mausoleum back down for them? Despite the feeling in his stomach and the anxiousness to leave, he took a moment to step back inside. The doors to this small moving tomb closed tightly shut by themselves anytime Beel got close to the mechanism in the middle of the room though… There was a strong possibility they locked as soon as the stone was moved. He’d have to find something to wedge into the door. Heading outside once more, Beel scanned the environment to find anything that had the potential to keep the door open. For a second, he considered ripping one of the pathing stones out from the ground. However, Barbatos might be rather cross at him for that. So, instead, he flew up a little, looking around for a tree branch. And not one of those little twig ones either, probably the entire limb straight from the trunk. After he found a suitably thick one, he tore it straight off, the sound of snapping wood sending birds in the vicinity flying in every direction. Beel then placed it on the ground between the doors. He’d have to do this quickly. The very worst scenario would be suddenly drowning as dirt and debris filled the room or getting caught up between stone teeth. Stepping towards the sarcophagus, the doors began to shut once more, getting caught by the branch. He heard the sound of it breaking, but for now the doors were still cracked slightly open. Good. Beel gave himself only a moment to breathe before he thrust the stone lid aside, moving as fast as he could as soon as he heard it click. With all his strength, he pried the doors apart. For a moment, they didn’t seem like they would budge. The floor beneath him trembled for a third time, the teeth slowly rising. Then, with a growl, Beel cracked the doors under his fingertips as he pulled them open. He threw himself forward, hearing the violent splintering as the branch was torn in two. Gluttony hit the ground on the proper end just as stone crushed against stone, the dragon’s jaw crunching the Mausoleum in its mouth. Beel looked on in time to watch the dragon sink back into the ground, taking the elaborate lift with it. The demon’s heart pounded, but for a moment, he smiled. Levi and Barbatos weren’t trapped now. He’d done a good thing. 

Beel took a step back and then felt his pocket buzz. Apparently he could get cell service out here at least. He could try calling his brother first! He just wanted at least to hear his twin’s voice…make sure he was alright…So, he dialed the demon of sloth immediately, jogging a little away from the now-empty field. The first few dials made his heart sink, but then he brightened when he heard a yawn on the other end. Beel stopped moving, immediately asking questions. “Belphie! Is something wrong?” 

“What…?” The voice on the other end sounded sleepy, like he had just woken up from a nap. “No, Beel, I’m fine.” 

“I…Are you sure? I was…I knew immediately it was you.” Beel couldn’t help but frown now, even at his twin’s words. 

“Eh, you thought you felt something?” As Belphie spoke, Beel almost could’ve sworn he could hear a smirk on the other end. But no…he probably imagined it. Did he imagine the whole thing?... “Hmmm, maybe I hit my head in my sleep.” Would Beel feel so empty inside if that were the case? Like there was something missing in his very being? All for a knock on the head? “Hey, Beel,” the voice jolted Gluttony from his thoughts, “why don’t you ditch the others and come back home?” That’s…what he was doing, wasn’t he? Ditching the other two? Leaving his responsibility. Abandoning his brother and his friend.

A jumble of thoughts entered his brain, one he wasn’t usually accustomed to. What had he done? What was he doing? Why was he out here? Belphie seemed fine. But no, he couldn’t be fine. Something was wrong. What was happening? “I don’t know,” Beel spoke aloud, and he wasn’t quite sure if he was answering Belphie’s question or his own. 

There was almost a ringing noise coming from the other end, like static but…different. But before Beel could strain his ears, Belphie’s voice came back. “Pssh, I hate that you do whatever Lucifer tells you to do.” 

Typical Belphie…but… A weird taste settled on Beel’s tongue. “Come on, Belphie…” It was almost like a scold, but also a secret beg, that maybe Belphie would say something clever like he usually did to make sense of things.  

“Fine, fine,” his twin drawled. “But come home soon, okay?” A little pause, a strange whisper. “I can’t wait for us to be together again.” 

Then the call abruptly ended. 

Beel's mind almost ran blank as he flew. He hardly remembered lifting off the ground. It was as if his mind turned off and he was being led by intuition alone. His mind was fuzzy, details were limited, and not just for the butler’s sake. He was in an anxious daze as he fluttered forward above the trees, finally hearing the rushing sound of the river. He followed it east for what felt like ages till, all the way off to his right, he saw the very tip of the Castle's tower in the distance. He turned and flew as fast as he could till finally the House of Lamentation was back in his sights, sitting snugly with it’s silhouette framed by the glow of the moon. Home had never felt so good. And yet…Something still felt wrong. People always joked about Beel being led by his stomach, but was that always a bad thing? Is that not what humans called a gut-feeling? And right now his insides were churning, like his body was physically confirming that this was a terrible place to be.

He approached the doors cautiously. Why was his home suddenly so foreboding? MC was there. Belphie was supposed to be there. The angels were in there. But instead of the House’s usual allure, there was something dark in its windows now. The lights were off. Beel couldn’t smell any of Luke’s usual treats. And even here, he still couldn’t feel the presence of Belphie…not at all. He loved coming home, but some little voice in the back of his brain told him he should turn away from here and not come back. 

The voice was soon silenced as Beel felt this sudden pain. It was almost the same kind of searing pain he felt when they all figured out MC was being hurt, but this was slightly different. This wasn’t coming from the pact mark. The ribbon that he envisioned in his mind might as well have been set ablaze. That meant this feeling was from… “Belphie!” Beel shouted, the force of his voice almost rattling the doors. The demon of Gluttony grabbed the door-handles, the House’s new protections granting him access with a subtle glow. He stumbled into the entrance hall and right into a set of arms. 

“Whoa…Calm down. What’s the matter, Beel?” The voice was familiar, inviting. MC separated from him, rubbing his arm as he caught his bearings. 

He called the human’s name softly, but laced with worry. “MC? What’s going on? Where’s Belphie? Why are you out of bed?” 

They looked at him and sighed, dusting dirt and monster blood off his face, shaking it off of their fingers. They were in their pajamas, a few bandages able to be spotted from underneath the cloth. But aside from that, they seemed a little better. “Belphie did tell me you were worried.” They smiled then, taking his hand and leading him through the House. “We’re all fine. In fact, we’re just about to have lunch in the dining room. Come join us.” 

“Lunch…” Was all he could mutter, another faint buzzing ringing in his ears. Hungry…He was hungry wasn’t he? But…he couldn’t smell any food. Maybe they hadn’t made it yet… Beel glanced off to the side, raising his eyebrows at the spiderwebs weaving through the banisters lining the stairs. MC simply tugged him away from those, unbothered. Actually…maybe he wasn’t hungry. Maybe he would go join his other brothers and help them. Maybe he could escape while he had the chance. Escape? Why would he need to escape? This was his home. 

MC turned Beel around, making him face away from the door, grinning with a little finger across their lips like this all was a fun secret. He heard the dining hall doors be pushed open, he felt MC lead him inside by the back of his shirt. Images wormed inside his mind’s eye. He could already envision the angels at their seats, the food spread across the table, Belphie almost falling asleep as he ate. MC chuckled as drool almost unwillingly ran down his chin. “Not yet, Beel, juuust another second.” They ran off further into the room somewhere. “Okay, now you can look!” Beel turned with a dazed smile. “Surprise!” 

For a moment, a little moment, Beel almost laughed. He felt like he had been going insane, and yet, the angels were at the table sitting side by side, a demon at the head of the table. Wait. The dream crashed, hitting the ground like shattered plate-ware. Everything felt dull, like the vibrancy of the world had been sucked dry. Spiderwebs lined the walls, several arachnids skittering over the threads, expanding their woven homes. The two angels sat limply in their seats, held upright by more white strands, like the spiders had worked around them. Simeon’s eyes were open, alight with a fiery anger, yet, it seemed that he couldn’t move. Luke, either luckily or unluckily, had his eyes closed, hopefully unaware of what was happening. 

MC laughed, bounding over to the demon at the table. “See? I told you the look on his face would be priceless?” They tried leaning on the demon’s shoulder, only to be harshly shrugged off. 

Silverware was set down on the table as the demon stopped consuming his meal. “You call that priceless? You’ve always had ridiculously pathetic standards.” The demon raised his head, two rose colored eyes glancing through long silver strands of hair. The lines to his face were sharp. Cold. Emotionless. Yet somehow beautiful. Ageless. Perfect. Like a painting. Although personally, Beel couldn’t care less. The only thing he cared about was getting the angels out of here! He tried moving forward, but as he did, the demon suddenly stood, his floor-length hair rippling around him. A section of combined strands jolted towards Luke, and it took a moment to process that somehow the end of the platinum hair had hardened, the sharp edge too close to Luke’s body for comfort. Beel froze in place. 

MC tutted. “You’re no fun, Alastor.” Right…Beel had thought he recognised this demon before. He just didn’t want to believe it. That…he was here…in their house…eating at their table. “I worked hard to get those angels for you.” 

Beel didn’t always know how to read people properly. He knew he had a hard time with indirect communication. But right now, as he met Simeon’s gaze, he knew exactly what the angel was trying to tell him. ‘Don’t let them hurt Luke.’ So Beel stood there, his hands into fists, shaking at the rage and the fear and the guilt all coursing through his body. He wanted to rush into a rage, wanted to lose control, wanted to take this demon by the throat and tear him apart. But he just had to stand there, hoping that nothing he did would cause little Luke to get hurt. “What do you want?” Beel heard the crack to his own voice. “I’ll give you whatever we have if you’ll let them go.” 

“So noble!” MC quickly placed a hand over their chest, jumping on top of the table, causing Alastor to almost shift his unmoving expression into one of disgust. He allowed his hair to fall flat again, the silver strands softening to slip to his side like silk. “To offer so much, and for a couple of useless angels no less!” MC crouched down and grabbed Simeon by the chin, clearly relishing the confusion and the pure anger contained in his irises. 

“MC…” Beel cried, heartbroken over how the human was acting. “What’s gotten into you?” 

The human dropped their hand, looking at Beel as they straightened with a little shrug. “Hm, I guess I’ve been feeling a little–” They twirled like a dancer on the tips of their toes, doing a dramatic swirl. As they did, their whole appearance changed. By the time they flattened their feet, a soft face surrounded by indigo hair bowed at him. “--Demonic lately.” 

Beel didn’t know what to say, how to react, how to feel. The only thing he could do was sense the feeling of bile rising to his throat as his stomach squeezed, the blood in his body running cold with sweat as he spied this...thing that looked like his brother. “Wh-what did you do? What did you do with MC and Belphie?!” 

A crooked smile beamed down at him. “I was hoping you would ask that.” 

Either frustrated at the dramatics, or simply annoyed in general, Alastor hardly opened his mouth, only parting his lips enough to allow sound to pour out. “Ikit–” 

“We had a deal!” The body of Belphie rounded, gripping Alastor by the jaw. For a long time they both just stared at each other. Murderous desire filled the room from the two of them. Finally, whatever looked like Sloth backed off, touching the end of Alastor’s nose. “Remember?” A hand proudly gestured to the angels. “I graciously hand over the two disgusting Celestial rats to you and you look the other direction. Beleth wants the Sins dead, but what’s the difference between dead and eternally imprisoned? They can still bathe in Diavolo’s blood when it’s all over. This way, everybody gets what they want!” 

“I won’t let you take anyone!” Beel suddenly found himself shouting, interrupting their little conversation. He could taste blood in his mouth. 

Alastor seated himself again, crossing his legs and resting his head against his hand propped up against the armrest. The demon that looked like Belphie turned back around, giddy, running a hand through his hair till the body changed again. This was the image of a demon he didn’t know, one with crimson hair, small red horns, and several piercings. Was this really Ikito? The demon clapped his hands twice, the sound of small chittering could be heard as every spider in the room scrambled to form a writhing mass on the ceiling. The amalgamation of spiders drooped down, pulsating till something solid peeked out from the bottom of the swarm. Soon, a full-length mirror was freed from the spider’s grasp, standing upright, propped up by nothing. “As a reward for your unwavering heroism, I give you a choice!” The demon held his arms out by both his sides, one pointing towards the angels, the other towards the mirror. “You can stay and courageously fight us off, saving your holy friends or…” They hopped off the table, approaching the mirror, touching its reflective surface till it glowed with magic. “You can go to where your precious twin and the human are. Hopefully they’re still alive in there…” The taunts felt like knives in Beel’s skin, and that’s probably exactly what he wanted. 

Here he was again, having to make a terrible decision like this…why? What would happen to Simeon and Luke if he left?...What would happen to Belphie and MC if he stayed?...Could Ikito even be trusted? Would he regret it if he didn’t try? Beel’s strength wavered as tears stung his eyes. Simeon closed his eyes in his seat. He knew. He already knew the choice he was going to make. Beel couldn’t…he had to…his brother…and pact-mate…but…

“I’m sorry,” Beel shuddered, finding it hard to breathe. “I’m so sorry…” Yet as Simeon opened his eyes, trying to give Gluttony understanding sympathy, it only made him feel even worse. Just a few moments before, he had said he would give anything to save the angels. Now…he quite literally turned his back on them, walking towards the mirror, footsteps heavy. Then he was gone. The dining room was replaced with a dusty attic. Beel turned behind him just in enough time to see Ikito lifting Luke’s arm, making the angel wave goodbye right before the magical portal closed, Beel staring at nothing but his own reflection. Gluttony felt a rush in his body, like something flooded him all at once. Belphie. He was here. So was MC, he could feel the missing parts of his soul fit back together. Despite that, Beel fell to his knees, guilty that he was relieved. Guilty that he wanted to be here. Guilty that he knew he would choose Belphie again. He could save and protect the ones he cared for most.

But at what cost? 

[oceandiagonale]

This is something I thought of in terms of how Youkou would possibly greet Gene should she meet him, and that's with a freshly steeped cup of hōjicha. She'd be overwhelmingly polite & modest and honestly very nervous and trying to not trip over her words and not come across as too much because, how often do you meet someone who is the champion of multiple regions? That is like, the greatest honor!

This has the unfortunate side-effect of making her come across as incredibly stilted as a way of maintaining a calm appearance.

I'd imagine that Gene would pick up on this and gently tell her that they're both equals; to not fret over it, and to not think of him as some sort of celebrity but as just A Guy, and she'd calm down substantially and apologize. (he'd probably tell her to not worry about it and then she'd have to bite back apologizing about apologizing. She's better about this after knowing Fukakai for some years and she loosens up quite a bit and isn't so formal, but it's still a hard habit to break. She's making progress, though) She'd be much more naturally friendly to him and not be so worried about making a flawless first impression. (especially so if he catches sight of her Alcremie and remarks on its uniqueness to which her anxiety would dissipate and she'd happily gush about it and how much she adores her precious Kanbi)

Though she offers him hōjicha, she'd certainly also offer one of her homemade confections that would be best paired with it. ("Some flavors that pair beautifully with hojicha are maple syrup, chocolate, matcha, black sesame, sweet potato, fig, caramel, and vanilla.")

She'd make specifically hōjicha for him because she'd learn of his love for coffee and not know how exactly he feels about tea, so she'd go a safer route by making a tea that tastes and smells reminiscent of coffee which also has the plus of being the most luxurious of the tea she sells. (again, first impressions— but also wanting to provide him with a gift of something very nice to enjoy)

(Gene would like hōjicha, right? I had a thought he possibly would given what's stated in this [https://www.goldenmoontea.com/blogs/tea/106690311-hojicha-the-perfect-tea-for-the-coffee-drinker] and this [https://hojicha.co/pages/hojicha-vs-matcha#:~:text=Hojicha%20is%20made%20by%20slowly,stems%2C%20stalks%2C%20or%20twigs.] I am not concise so I give the links themselves for viewing. Anyway, I thought this, and your answer as to Gene's taste in coffee further left me with the feeling he'd like it, but I'm curious to know how he'd react to a tea that smells similar to coffee and tastes somewhat like it)

(context for fukakai, context for youkou)

(link 1; link 2)

(Honestly that tea looks so delicious I'm tempted to buy some myself to try it... My sister makes matcha all the time and I'm a huge fan of jasmine green tea and my mom can't drink coffee, so it would be a big hit in our household 😳😳😳)

Absolutely, Gene would jump at a chance to have a decaf tea that still has the taste of coffee,,, I originally planned to have him cut back on the caffeine over time and start drinking more tea once Team Ultra Flare got defeated, but (gestures at Lysandre and the others who are still working as usual)

More importantly, Youkou is so sweet,,,, her character design and personality are so well implemented, and Gene would love to hear about her Alcremie 🥺🥺🥺

[you-missedmyheart]

i only fall for you

(hayakawa aki x reader)

it was wrong.

you knew it was wrong from the very start of it, but there was no going back now. you couldn’t back out anymore, that was pretty obvious, unless you wanted to look like an absolute maniac in front of him.

‘‘sorry to bother you at this late hour, but…’’ words failed you. but what?

your hands fiddled with the container, the annoying click of the lid opening and closing almost giving you a headache.

what excuse could you come up with for this situation? who even does something like this? was it inappropriate​? were you going to get an angry call from the hr department in a few days? was he going to report you to said department?

‘‘i was baking and … i made too much dough and i couldn’t possibly eat this many cookies all on my own-’’

‘‘you could have ​​brought them in the office and shared them.’’

‘‘it’s friday, they would have gotten hard by monday.’’ oh god it’s a friday night.

what could have possibly possessed you to walk all the way to aki’s apartment, in the name of cookies. one would have thought that the fresh spring air would have helped in sobering your clouded thoughts and if that didn’t work, at least the warmth of the freshly baked cookies ​​burning your fingers though the container, ever so slightly, but no.

you were still here, at his front door, hands extending the tupperware as if it were an offering. just what type of spell did he have you under?

‘‘i’m sorry… this is stupid. forgive me for the inconvenience, i wasn’t thinking all that clearly.’’​

‘‘you can come inside … if you want. we can share the cookies, so they don’t go to waste.’’

your hands were already trembling around the opening of the glass container, but now they were almosting shaking. why on earth would he agree to this?

you agree, because who doesn’t hate wasted food? and make your entry in his home. it’s small, neat and bland. you take off your shoes, step inside and place the cookies on the table he instructed you to do so.

slippery hands were sliding over the lid, carefully opening it, inviting the delicious smell to waft around in the living room, it almost began to overpower the faint cigarette smoke.

the container was parted i​nto two with a small piece of parchment paper.

‘‘this one is dark chocolate,’’ you point to the left side of the tupperware. ‘‘the other is milk chocolate.’’

aki reaches for the right side, takes a cookie and bites it, only then is it that it dawns on you.

aki is your superior, the stoic, cold in an almost mean, but polite way, and now you’re in his home, eating cookies you baked in a frenzy.

‘‘you seemed like a dark chocolate kind of guy.’’

he stares at you, but you can’t will yourself to look back at him. you look out the window instead, admiring the cement buildings all around you. city life almost always seems to suffocate you,it traps you into its cold and cruel hands and watches as your life slowly drains away from your eyes. ​

you reach for the left side, bite into the cookie. you try to hide the frown that takes over your face as the bitter chocolate slowly melts on your tongue and drips into your tastebuds.

‘‘could i have a glass of water?’’​ you choke out.

he nods, ​swipes the crumbs into a napkin and stands up. he heads over to the kitchen sink, reaches for a glass and fills it with water, the contents almost spill over as he brings it to you and you take it from him, thanking him.

‘‘did you let me in because you felt like you had to?’’

‘‘​i don’t like wasting food.’’ he repeats, and it’s fine. he doesn’t need to respond to all your dumb questions. you never expect a concrete answer from anyone.

‘‘i think i’m going to take my leave. thank you for letting me inside, and again, sorry for the inconvenience.’’

he nods, bids farewell, leads you to the door and then you leave.

door closed behind you, the cool air of the staircase hits you in the face, and you feel empty. your hands are shoved deep into your pockets and you try to will yourself to not think.

the sky is finally turning back to blue, a summer blue. the reign of ugly gray is over and you wish you could look at the sky forever. you look around the busy train station and see no familiar faces.

you wish you could see aki’s face again, but if that would have been your last encounter, you would have been fine with that. you will never chase love if it means heartbreak is to follow. you would rather die in a fierce fight than swallow the poison that infiltrates your heart and begins to tear it down piece by piece.

love is scary and if you were to take your last breath right this instant, it would have been fine, because you knew, for once in your life, you felt something akin to fondness, not love.