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Heart of Gold (5 Times Gale's Heart Gives Out And +1 time Ken's Does) Barbed Wire Hearts Universe - Chapter One

God I can't believe I can finally publish this after so many problems preventing me from both writing and editing it, it feels like it's been too long! But here's the next instalment in the BWH universe. Only one chapter written and edited so far, but I'll be updating when I can with more. This is to add some much needed little details and lore for upcoming plot fics in this series.

For now though, enjoy! This chapter is only a short one, just to give the general start to the fic, but following chapters will be a little bit longer as the story continues (and don't worry, the big plot fics will be longer as always haha)

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Ken stared at the little box that Curt was brandishing in front of himself with a raised brow, taking in the self-satisfied smirk behind still fading clown paint from the day before on the other man’s face. He let the exasperated sigh escape him from where it had been building since Curt first showed him the box.

“You can’t be serious, Curt.” 

Curt wiggled the box at him, the item inside rattling gently in response as Curt’s smirk grew. “Oh I’m deadly serious,”

Ken eyed him, judgment clearly written across his own expression as he snatched the box from Curt’s fingers. He looked down at the box, eyes scanning over the words with another sigh, albeit gentler than the one before. 

“You’re gonna give Gale a Fitbit, because you wanna, and I quote ‘record the uptight bastard’s stress and heart rate because it would be funny’?”

Curt shrugged nonchalantly, reaching out and plucking the box from Ken’s fingers with the tip of his tongue caught between his front teeth.

“Yes. I think you’re missing the whole point here, Kenny. Have you seen the guy? Man is one big walking ball of stress, especially around Bucky and his bullshit, and all he says is that he’s ‘fine’.”

“So you just wanna prove him wrong so that you have something to brag about, basically?”

Ken raises one eyebrow at Curt and watches as the other gapes slightly, expression turning chastised but no less mischievous underneath Ken’s scrutiny. A hand comes up to scratch at the back of his neck.

“Basically,” Curt affirms, looking slightly sheepish, and Ken can’t help the knowing smile that curves his lips. 

“Uh-huh,” Ken hums. He stares down at the box again where Curt is starting to peel the edges of the tape holding it closed with the edge of his fingernail. 

Curt pauses and glances up at Ken through his lashes, scanning over Ken’s face before his shoulders sag and he rolls his eyes.

“Look, I’m not trying to be a dick. Call it genuine curiosity and slight worry for the sake of one of my best friends and his well-being.”

“With bragging rights,” Ken tacks on with his own answering eye roll.

Curt laughs, goes back to picking at the tape again with a wide grin. “Exactly! See? Now we’re getting on the same page here, Kenny my boy.”

Ken breathes out through his nostrils, watching Curt work away at the tape until he flicks the opening flap upwards and starts to extract the packaging holding the little black watch from its confines.

Curt holds it up, like a prize dangling from his thumb and pointer and looks at Ken with no less pride on his face. “You can even hook it up to your work phone so you have 24/7 access to Gale’s heart rate. Just in case there ever is actually cause for concern. It’s got a little alarm setting and everything.”

He waggles the device towards Ken’s face, eyebrows rising and falling in a suggestive gesture until Ken once again snatches it from Curt’s hold.

The little watch is cool in his palm, and he turns it over to observe it before glancing up at Curt again, lips pursed.

As much as Ken wouldn’t put name or face to it, he couldn’t deny that there had been a few times through the course of getting to know the men in their circuit that he had observed and noticed that Gale, in particular, had a bit more weight sitting on his shoulders in comparison to most of the others. 

When he had first met the blond cowboy, all done up in his roping get-up with his stoic steel-hard expression and sizeable buckle sitting on his belt, Ken could admit that even though he wasn’t a competitor himself, that he couldn’t help but be a little bit intimidated by the air that Gale often exuded. Especially when in competition mode.

Despite only being a rodeo EMT, it was hard to come by anyone involved in the circuit that hadn’t at least heard of the great Gale Cleven and his achievements in the arena. Coupled with the known talk that the guy was ‘all work and no play’ and advice of ‘just don’t get in his way and you won’t have to worry’, Ken had truthfully dreaded the day that he would have to meet the man and have him under his jurisdiction of care and medical expertise. 

The day he had met him, Ken felt like the world was trying to swallow him whole as he was faced with meeting most of the crew that he would be looking out for and tending to if any of them sustained injuries in the arena. He had shaken hands and introduced himself a number of times, friendly smiles and warmth being directed at him as easy as breathing before the group had all but parted in the tail end of their greetings and Ken was faced with Gale.

The blond cowboy had walked up to Ken with his shoulders straight, blue eyes questioning while also exuding an air of careful scrutinization as he’d looked Ken up and down, and Ken had felt like he was about to be snapped up like a bird between the jaws of a cat and crushed between sharper than needle fangs. 

He’d stared at Gale, not game enough to break eye contact as the other thrusted his hand out in Ken’s direction, still adorned with worn but expensive looking brown leather gloves. The strength and power behind Gale’s grip alone once he’d taken his hand in to a firm handshake was enough to have him shivering in his sneakers. 

But as Gale had introduced himself, Ken had watched as a slight look of warm fondness had broken through Gale’s expression, lips curving upwards in to a perfect smile full of straight white teeth directed at him, and felt his shoulders relax from their timid posture.

“Welcome to the crew, Ken,” Gale had said to him, words soft and sweet and dripping with unintentional charm. “Heard you’re one of the best we could possibly ask for. You might have your work cut out for you though, with this band of hooligans.”

Ken couldn’t help the smile that had slowly crept its way on to his own face in answer to Gale’s obvious attempt at easing his nerves, and he had felt his shoulders sag as Gale had dropped his hand, but feeling no less welcome. 

It was from that point forward that a sort of easy friendship had blossomed between Gale and himself, the terrifying tales of strict and hard-faced Gale Cleven all but melting away in his mind until any time he heard Gale’s name whispered with unease from the mouths of any of the other competitors from different circuit teams made him smirk knowingly. 

The guy was all bark and no bite, as far as Ken was concerned. At least when it was towards his own team, and he had come to realize that whenever Gale would be the first one to comfort or build up the confidence of the other boys without a second thought. 

It was all a structured hierarchy, and Gale had been appointed the unquestioned leader of the group and the overseer to most of the happenings and organizing both between and during the rodeos that they travelled to and from over the course of the season.  

It was with that unsanctioned leadership, though, that Ken could also see the immense strain heaped up on top of the cowboy’s shoulders in the thick of it all. And he would be unhesitant to admit that there had been a few times that he had observed Gale in the quieter moments where the weariness and need to keep on a brave noble façade was obviously eating away at him. 

Especially once Ken realized that the group’s main bull rider John Bucky Egan was more than just a friend to Gale, and every time the man went in to that arena and sat on one of those great muscled animals, Gale turned a few shades whiter every time Bucky’s dismounts were a little less than graceful. 

Ken had also noticed, through several different interactions both with himself and with other members of the group, that as much as Gale would unthinkingly dole out support and softness and strength, that when it came to himself, it was a completely different story.

He had noticed on more than one occasion the cowboy shying away from support directed at him, waved it off with a strained smile or an off handed comment that left Ken with a sour taste on his tongue and a worry settling in deep in his bones like a festering flame. 

As much as Gale gave it, receiving it was a whole other ball game, and was met with such a conditioned resistance that Kenny often wondered what was laying in wait underneath Gale’s carefully composed surface. What scars were carefully concealed under a strong expression.

He was thankful for John in those moments, seeing Gale respond to Bucky’s carefully extended supports more than anyone else, but even then it was barely a sliver of open acceptance to the gentle touch, cards still close to his chest and roped back against him and away from prying eyes.

Ken looked back up to where Curt was still standing in front of him, now holding out the charger for the Fitbit and Ken’s work phone that had been sitting on the counter being waggled in his direction underneath an imploring look. 

He stared at it for a few seconds, mind running through all the pros and cons and the precarious thought of ‘what could possibly go wrong’ cycling through his head, and let his shoulders sag with an exasperated sigh. He tried to ignore the gleaming smile Curt shot him as he took the charger and phone from his hand. 

“Fine,” Ken gave in, switching on the phone and opening up the app store to download the accompanying app that would sync with the watch. “But I’m doing this purely for Gale’s well-being, and to give myself some piece of mind.”

Curt laughed, a smug but joyous lilt to its tone as he walked up to Ken and patted his shoulder. “Yeah you keep telling yourself that, Kenny.”

Ken rolled his eyes, a small smile working its way on to his lips as Curt pressed a loud smacking kiss against his cheek as the other made his way to the door of the trailer, swinging it open and stepping out to leave Ken to hooking up the devices. 

“You’ve still got paint on your face, by the way!” Ken called out behind him as an afterthought before looking back down at his phone. 

He could hear Curt’s laugh echo back to him from a small ways away outside. 

“All part of the charm, baby!”

–

Surprisingly, Gale had accepted the watch from Ken without so much as a second thought, albeit a small look of question directed at him as the watch was passed into his hands. He had turned it over in quiet observance a few times, lips pursed and brows furrowed before he’d carefully pulled back the sleeve of his shirt and fastened it to the surprisingly delicate circle of his left wrist.

Ken couldn’t help the way it lifted a nervous air from his body and mind at Gale so trustingly taking the watch paired with Ken’s words of professional reassurance, and had to remind himself that as much as Curt had palmed the whole endeavour off with the pretense of it being a joke, it also gave Ken some peace of mind to now have a bit more of an insight into the medical signs of one of the most important cowboys in the team. 

He also couldn’t deny that Curt’s curiosity had bled into him as well in the face of the act.

“Can’t say I ever really put much thought in to actually using one of these things,” Gale confessed to him, eyes still curious as he looked down at the face of the watch with interest. The time flashed back at him as he turned his wrist, experimenting with the movement of it a few times. 

Tapping the face of it, the small screen cycled through his steps, distance travelled, energy burned, and finally the rate of his heart, which Ken couldn’t help but notice was currently sitting at a steady 89 as they spoke.

“You can thank Curt for that,” Ken chuckled, pointedly and casually adding in Curt as the culprit as well so he wasn’t the only one being thrown under the bus. “He figured it’d be a good idea to keep an eye on you fellas, your health and what-not seeing as how you’re all meant to be tip top athletes. And you’re one of the only ones who doesn’t actually have one.”

Gale looked up at him, a knowing smirk on the blonde's lips as he quirked one brow. “You mean Curt’s morbidly curious and just wanted something to brag about to John when I blow my top at him.”

Ken couldn’t help but laugh at Gale’s words, the sound punched out of him in surprise as Gale hazarded the guess and got it as close as he possibly could. He had had a feeling long before he’d even set up the watch that Buck would be clued in to exactly what was happening, especially once Ken name dropped Curt in the scheme. 

“It’s alright Ken,” Gale assured him, smile still colouring his face as he winked. “I won’t let him know I’m on to him if you don’t.”

“Sweet,” Ken grinned, holding out a fist towards Gale in a silent ask for a fist bump which the cowboy gladly reciprocated without a second thought. 

Gale gave another small look down at the watch as he let his hand fall back to his side, carefully pushing his sleeve down over it as it went to hide the little device from view.

“I’m actually a little curious myself,” Gale added on as an afterthought. “Might actually come in handy.”

Kenny nodded, casting his gaze over his shoulder towards the arena where Brady and Rosie were currently trotting their horses around in circles around a fake practice rig shaped like a steer. He could hear them laughing good-naturedly as they threw their ropes over it, joking amongst each other in friendly competition as Brady missed and Rosie whooped in triumph, arms coming up high in celebration. 

Jack, Benny and Everett were perched up on the rails watching with smiles on their faces and chatting amongst themselves, Meatball at their feet chasing something in a patch of tall grass against one of the posts. 

Ken pointed his chin in their direction. “This lot seems in a good mood today.”

Gale looked up to where Ken’s gaze was directed, and Ken couldn’t help but note the small fond smile that slipped on to Gale’s expression. Likened it to that of a proud parent looking at their unruly bunch of teenagers.

“Yeah it’s a lazy day today. Figured with more than a week until the next rodeo I’d back off and let them have their fun. Don’t need me breathing down their necks 24/7.”

Ken looked back at Gale with a questioning expression that he hoped Gale didn’t notice. Underneath the pride, Ken could sense a sudden hint of doubt mixed in Buck’s words, smile still evident but more muted as he stared over at the others. His blue eyes were slightly distant, and Ken felt his chest constrict just a little at the sight.

“I’m sure they’ll need your instruction sooner or later with how that’s going,” Ken tried, grinning as he turned to watch Brady expertly lasso Rosie around the middle with the other cowboy’s laughing squawk of offense. Brady’s replying laughter reached them seconds later with a shouted insult barely audible, and Ken could see the fond smile return to Buck’s expression. 

Buck rested his hands against his hips with a gentle sigh, smiling up at Ken before dropping his eyes towards the ground. “Yep, yeah, I’d say you’re right.”

Ken saw a suddenly questioning frown pull at Buck’s brow as the other looked back up towards the arena, eyes scanning over the expanse of it, the stands behind and then flickering around. “Speaking of, you seen Curt or Bucky anywhere since earlier?”

Ken felt his eyes slightly widen in realization as Buck’s words sank in and a pit of innocent fear started to curl its way in to his gut. 

“I can’t say I have, and I don’t know how I should be feeling about that,” Ken confessed to him with a grimace.

Buck blew out an exasperated breath, shoulders squaring as he tipped his hat at Ken with a smile before making his way past him. “Terrified, would be the correct term, I reckon.”

Ken couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him at Buck’s words as he watched the blond walk casually over to the others. 

–

The sounds of the crowd spectating the rodeo from a small distance away reached Kenny as he took a long drag of his cigarette, smoke curling its way out in to the air on his exhale in a wispy array of patterns before disappearing into nothing. He adjusted his seat on the step at the back of the med van, the back doors open to reveal the sterile and organized inside, medical equipment stored carefully and tucked away ready at a moments notice if needed while the current rodeo was in full swing. 

This one had been going on without so much as a hitch so far, which Ken and a few of the other EMTs were thankful for, leaving them meandering around outside the van without much to do to occupy their time besides talking amongst themselves or scrolling on their phones to pass the time. 

They knew at some point they’d probably need to patch up a knee or do the mandatory check over for concussions or other types of damage, but they were taking the peace while they could and being lax in the moments they were afforded. 

It left some room for a tiny hint of boredom to thread its way through, but Ken would rather feel that unconcerned drag of time over doing vital signs on a bull rider that got too big for his chaps or be knitting together another cowboy’s split open brow while trying to stem blood flow with a stern hand and hint of exasperation. 

The audience noise crescendoed in to a flurry of whoops and hollers by a few octaves, but being where he was Ken couldn’t quite see what event was currently happening around the edges of the towering bleacher seats. It was only still halfway through the rodeo so he knew that nothing truly spectacular was happening at this point, and he was content to sit, sneaker propped up on the tow-ball of the van and scroll for a few moments on his socials while sucking down the last few dregs of what he guessed was his third cigarette of the day. 

Thought on the disapproving glance that Curt would be sending his way if the other wasn’t currently out behind the bull chutes painted to the nines in clown makeup and baggy shorts and suspenders waiting to run in and save the day once the bull riders were performing.

Also thought on the way the other would tut in disgust but still pluck the still burning cigarette from his fingers before stealing a drag in the face of Ken’s knowing smirk. 

Almost too lost in the depths of his thoughts as he brought the cigarette up towards his lips for another inhale, Ken couldn’t help the way he jumped, startled and nearly losing grip on the burning stick as a sudden continuous beeping blared at him from the pocket of his jacket.

Frowning, he propped the cigarette in between his lips and reached down to clumsily fish what he realized was his work phone from the deep pocket and pull it out. 

It was only when the bright words of warning that the current connected device was picking up irregular rhythms did he also manage to look up in time to see Buck, pale faced and looking a little worse for wear stumbling from somewhere over towards the camp grounds in the distance before leaning one shaking arm up against a telegraph pole.

Distress was obvious in the tense line of the cowboy’s shoulders, shuddering on a deep inhale and face pointed towards the dirt with tightly squeezed eyes, and Ken quickly stubbed out his cigarette in to the grass by his shoe and flicked it away as he half rose, alert.

“Buck! You okay, man?” Ken called out, worry tainting the tone of his voice, hand that was holding the still beeping work phone tightening until he could feel the plastic creak underneath his grip.

He kept his eyes trained on Buck’s figure, worry seeping even further in to his awareness when the other only managed a haphazard glance in Ken’s direction, a gloved hand waving out in dismissal before he turned his eyes back to the ground at his feet, arm falling back against his side.

With a groan of effort, Ken hoisted himself up off of the step of the med van and started in Gale’s direction with purpose. He turned off the work phone, silencing the noise and shoving the device back in to his pocket without a second thought. 

The closer he got to Buck, the more he could hear the ragged exhales the blond was attempting to get under control and see the trembling shudder wracking the other’s taut shoulders.

Ken reached up one hand, resting his palm on Gale’s shoulder and leaning down to try and catch Gale’s line of sight where it was currently still trained downwards, brows furrowed in obvious distress.

“Talk to me, buddy. What’s happening here?” 

The professionalism that bled into Ken’s voice in the situation finally reached through to Buck, blue eyes glancing up to Ken’s face with a blank look that morphed into a humourless smile for a second or two before falling again. 

“‘m fine, Kenny,” Gale huffed, shoulder trembling more violently underneath Ken’s hold for a fleeting moment. “Don’t gotta get all serious on me, now.”

Ken chuffed out a laugh, a bit disbelieving as his eyes raked over Gale’s shaken form. “You sure? Because from where I’m standing your words aren’t exactly hitting home for me, Chief.” 

Gale flicked a dismissive hand in his direction again, body straightening marginally like he was trying to put Ken’s mind at a little bit more ease if he showed less weakness. It made Ken frown in reply, the minute beeping originating from underneath the cuff of Gale’s shirt where he knew the watch would be reaching his ears amidst the ambient sounds of the rodeo around them.

Gale sniffed, eyes flickering towards Ken again in what he could only name as chastised. 

“Was wondering though,” Gale started, tilting his chin towards his sleeve as he brought up his other hand to pull it back and reveal the Fitbit. “That ain’t normal, yeah?”

Ken gave Buck an exasperated look before turning his attention to the face of the watch, and felt his eyes widen marginally but managed to conceal the sudden unease in his expression so that Gale wouldn’t pick up on it.

Knew he had failed when Gale shot him a frown with accompanying worry reflected in his own eyes.

“I’m guessing no,” Gale grinned, forced and fake as he swallowed underneath the scrutiny of Ken’s expression. 

“No, not so much, man.” Ken answered, simple and direct. He adjusted where his hand was on Gale’s arm, moving it more up underneath in a concealed attempt at support as he tugged slightly. He was still very aware of the shudders wracking through Gale’s frame, the beads of sweat sitting on the cowboy’s upper lip and across his brow underneath the brim of his hat on an ashen pallor. “Why don’t you just come over to the van with me and I’ll give you a quick look over, yeah?”

Gale shot him an unreadable look, but allowed himself to be guided back to the open back of the med van thankfully only a short distance away. 

Ken helped lower him down so that the blond was occupying the seat against the low step that Ken was only on a few moments before, movements a little bit stiff and uncomfortable and made sure that Gale was comfortable before he stepped up in to the van. 

He glanced back at Gale’s figure, reaching out and getting the vitals pack hooked up on the far wall and snatching the blood pressure cuff off of the built in bench as he turned.

Jumping back down onto the hard packed dirt, Ken knelt down in front of Gale who was still looking pale but not as frantic as the younger man started retrieving different equipment from the bag that he sat in front of him.  

Gale eyed everything speculatively with that ever present frown still evident on his face. “I’m fine, Ken. Really.” 

Ken glanced up at him with a strained smile as he pulled the velcro of the blood pressure cuff apart with a stark ripping sound, reaching up to secure it around Gale’s upper right arm with perfect and practised precision. 

“Just taking precautions.” Ken assured him. He started manually pumping the small decompressor attached to the cuff. He unlooped the stethoscope from where it was draped over the back of his neck and lifted Gale’s sleeve up enough to be able to press the cool metal against his inner elbow gently. “Alarm went off for a reason, Buck.”

Gale rolled his eyes at Ken good-naturedly, but Ken could see the hint of worry reflected in the blonde's eyes as he flickered his gaze down to where Ken was listening to the thrum of his blood underneath his skin, wincing at the tight restriction of the cuff around his bicep. 

“Dumb is what it is, I don’t even feel that bad any more.” Gale grumbled. 

A few moments of silence went by as Ken listened intently to Gale’s pulse, holding his breath but allowing it to pass back out in a gentle exhale as everything seemed to be normal at least as far as blood pressure went. 

Pulling the stethoscope away from Gale’s skin, he rolled the cowboy’s sleeve back down to cover cool but clammy skin and ripped off the cuff from further up. “Yes, well, as true as that may be right now, I just want to check you over in case. False alarm or not. I don’t particularly feel like having to explain to Bucky why you keeled over dead from a heart attack on my watch.”

Gale let an amused snort escape him at Ken’s words, lips curving up into the semblance of a smile as he kept his focus on Ken’s rummaging around in the med bag below. 

“Point taken,” Gale mumbled, and Ken felt his own lips quirk up in reply. 

The next few tests went by without so much as a suspicious blip or reading, and as much as Ken was confused, he was also incredibly relieved that Gale didn’t seem to be suffering from anything life threatening. As a small after thought, he reached out and gripped Gale’s wrist wearing the watch gently and turned the face of it towards himself, eyes scanning over the lit up surface and feeling satisfied when no warnings or alerts glared back at him. The heartrate had also gone back to a steady pace, and he let Gale’s hand drop with a sigh.

“Well, whatever was happening, you seem to be fine now,” Ken informed him. He looked up in to Gale’s face from where he was still crouched in front of the other, taking in the now more normal looking complexion and clear blue eyes staring back at him in curiosity and their own brand of confusion. “It might have been just a false alarm.”

Gale sighed, peeking down at the watch hidden back underneath the sleeve of his shirt with a blank look, posture relaxing that small increment more so he was slouched in a lazy lean, an elbow propped up against his knee.

“Fat lot of good a false alarm is,” Gale grinned. One of his hands came up to wipe the remaining perspiration still sitting against the ridge of his brow underneath the rim of his hat. That same hand then rose up to point an unthreatening finger in Ken’s direction, a mock expression of seriousness moulding on to his features. “But not a word of this is to be spoken to Bucky, under any circumstances.”

Ken chuckled, pushing himself up to stand and wincing at the ache that accompanied the movement from being crouched down in the same position for so long. He stretched out his back with a groan. “For once, I do agree with that statement.”

Gale looked affronted, mouth gaping slightly as Ken’s words but Ken could see the humour reflected there. “For once?”

Ken raised his hands in mock surrender, feeling something in his chest warm at the sight of Gale’s barely concealed amusement as he reached out a hand in Ken’s direction for help. Ken gladly accepted, gripping the other cowboy’s hand and pulling him easily to his feet until the other was standing tall and firm in front of him. The other did sway slightly, and Ken held out a hand in concealed readiness in case he needed to keep the other balanced, but in a blink any tilting had disappeared.  

The sounds of the rodeo pierced back in to both men’s awareness, and Ken watched as Gale’s focus turned out towards the arena with a sharp turn of his head, the small smile that was there slowly slipping back into something that Ken couldn’t quite put his finger on. He allowed his own gaze to wander over in the same direction as Gale’s before pursing his lips and glancing back towards Gale’s face. The other looked lost in thought, blue eyes far away amongst whatever was running amongst his thoughts as the sound of cheering echoed across the grounds in a muted distant roar. 

Licking his lips, Ken hesitated for a few seconds before parting his lips and letting the words that were sitting on his tongue escape in to a more simple question than the true ones he had. 

“You sure you’re okay, Buck?” 

Gale seemed to come back to the present at Ken’s words, face whipping back to look at Ken with a blank numb expression before his lips pulled up in to a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Though they were soft as they looked at the younger man.

He reached up and let his hand fall in a friendly comfort against Ken’s shoulder, patting it twice before allowing his arm to fall. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. You don’t gotta worry, Kenny, promise.”

Ken let himself smile back in reply to Gale’s words, but he knew that it didn’t quite reach his own eyes either as the image of Gale only a small time before all but hyperventilating and looking moments from death leaned up against that telegraph pole flashed through his mind in vivid technicolor. He could almost hear the ghost of the beeping of his work phone buzz behind his ears. 

He almost asked again, taking in the way that Gale had suddenly started gnawing at his bottom lip between perfect white teeth until the plush skin was red and looked moments from breaking apart underneath the ministrations, but something squeezed in his ribcage and he swallowed the words down. 

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Lollipop

Rolan is too addicted on his magic lollipops. Tav decides to take a risk and exploit this.

Warnings: NSFW! Addicted, Dominance and Submission, Smut.

Additional: a must read if you like tormenting the Archmage as much as I do. Generally the D/S genre isn't my thing, but I had a f*cking dream about this idea. I woke up laughing and couldn't help but write this. Enjoy.

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Rolan took the opaque jar. When he didn't hear the familiar rustle of sweets inside, he didn't immediately believe what was happening. He shook the jar properly, then harder, but only a deafening silence echoed back, increasing his alarm.

In his haste he tore off the lid with his claws and tossed it aside. Yes, he was right - the jar was empty. Although he definitely remembered that there was still one more lollipop left there. His favourite, the magic lolly. The one he always enjoyed when work got hard.

Everyone in the tower knew very well that taking the Archmage's sweets, especially without permission, was not only dangerous to one's health, but also to one's life. Everyone in the tower remembered what had happened to the unfortunate elf who had made that mistake.

Everyone knew about it. And yet someone had the nerve to steal his lolly. The last one! Well, who would dare to do such audacity?! Only one creature in the whole damn tower could have the audacity to do such a thing. Only one:

“Taaaaaav!!!”

Rolan screamed at the top of his lungs. His howl shook every wall in the building. He knew that there was no need for an investigation or a detective here. He knew that for sure. Only she was the one who kept looking at his satisfied face when he hid a lolly bar behind his cheek. Besides, Tav was a real rogue - mischievous and unceremonious. She had no sense of propriety or manners. Why would a thief need them? And why had he invited her to work with him...

The Archmage's blood boiled and he sprinted. He ran like a young trotter, sweeping everything in his path with his tail. He looked into every room in search of Tav, and woe betide anyone who got in his way. Rolan pushed, shoved and knocked down every unfortunate creature.

He found her in a small pantry. Tav was standing with his back to him, rearrange, or rather pretending to rearrange, at a supply of parchment on one of the shelves.

"Tav! Look at me" - the Archmage shouted, unable to contain his anger.

She turned slowly, and Rolan's world shrank to a single point. His suspicions were justified. Tav looked him straight in the eye and he heard a crackling sound from her mouth. It was the sound of the lollipop rolling from side to side as it hit her teeth. The lollipop was missing the wand that had penetrated it, Tav had probably just disposed of it ruthlessly.

But what happened next didn't just send Rolan into a violent insanity; this caused a storm of rage in him, comparable, perhaps, to the most destructive power of a volcano.

Tav stuck out her tongue, a red lolly glittering at the tip:

"Have you lost this?" - she said with the intonation of a daring little devil.

"Lost it? You stole it from me! You sneaky bitch, I gave you shelter, I gave you a job..." - Rolan spat out each word as he approached her and rolled up his sleeves.

"Wow, and I saved your red arse from impending doom, or have you forgotten? Choose your expressions."

"You know you're being extremely unwise, don't you? Oh, you probably know that."

He moved close to Tav and grabbed her cheeks, squeezing them with his claws:

"Spit it out now. Be an obedient dog. Return the stolen and maybe you'll stay in one piece."

Why, you may ask, was the Archimage so concerned about a some lollipops? Because they were not ordinary sweets, but magical ones. And only one merchant, almost from the Far Far Away Realm, agreed to supply them to Baldur's Gate from time to time.

Rolan first discovered them in one of the Tower's warehouses, and immediately tried them. The magic of these lollipops was that they could adapt to the needs and moods of the consumer. Perhaps it was a trait of the Tieflings or something else, but Rolan was instantly addicted to them. And now he was paying the price of sixteen rare old folios for one of these little jars. But that did not bother him. The effect they had on him - the ultimate pleasure and explosion of endorphins - was worth every gold, he thought.

"No, that won't do" - Tav muttered, her lips pressed together, "let's play a game and then we'll see."

"Excuse me? How about I hit you with a thunderwave, right here, and just take what's mine?" - Rolan shook her harder and harder, - "Hey! Don't you dare swallow that!"

"Oh no, the The Archmage will not do that. You'd kill or maim me for some stupid candy? Me, the saviour of Baldur's Gate and legend of the Sword Coast? Ha-ha! No, you would never do that, Rolan. Would you? You care so much about your... reputation." - She laughed gruntingly and slapped his hands, struggling.

"I don't care about reputation when it comes to..."

"It comes to what? To your little secret? To your addiction? You know nothing escapes my hawkish gaze."

"Zurgan! When it comes to property rights and basic rules of decency. Civility! Have you heard of it?" - The Archmage's nostrils flared as he jabbed at her with the index finger of his right hand, the other still shake her.

"So remind me, what was it about the rule that made you master of this Ramazite tower?"

Rolan released her abruptly and tapped his horns with claws, a thud sounded. It was the same sound of fingers tapping on a table as they pondered. Sometimes she was unbearable.

He was certain that she had Trickster blood in her veins. One of her distant ancestors had undoubtedly been something more than a mediocre rogue. How else to explain her complete disregard for any rules of conduct in the pursuit of mischief? She manipulated him, she blackmailed him, she used every means of influence at her disposal. Not for nothing had she reminded him that she had saved him and that he had the Tower because of her. Of course, he still had respect for Tav, despite her obnoxious behaviour and endless pressure.

No wonder she had become so close to Astarion in her time. With that amoral vampire with no vector of direction...

"What do you want from me, Tav? What is it this time?" - Rolan pulled himself together as best he could and tried to concentrate, suppressing the urges of his nature. As much as he wanted to outwit she, he knew he would lose this battle. And then he would have nothing to gain.

"Good decision, you see, sometimes you are capable of constructive dialogue after all. Like I said, I want to play a game with you," - Tav straightened and shook himself off.

"Pfft, childish. What shall i do, solve riddles?"

"No, that would be too easy for a prodigy like you. I will ask you to perform actions of a ... various nature. And you'll be an obedient boy. If I see you trying, I'll reward you. And if not, you know, it's not infinite..." - Tav began to suck the lollipop more intensely, clearly demonstrating what would happen.

"Of various nature?" - the Archmage's face crumpled as he imagined the shameful scenes, and the lines on the bridge of his nose became clearly visible. - "Tav, are you sure the worm hasn't damaged your brain? Because..."

"Hey. Hush you, we're playing this game by my rules. Risk insulting me again and you'll end up with a nothing. And if you want the prize, you pay."

"Okay! Come on, speak up faster!" - It was becoming unbearable for him to be around the 'treat' that was so close, but not his. It was like an itch, painfully tickling his insides.

"Good boy! But why aren't you talking to me on your knees? Correct yourself and apologize for all the nasty things you said to me." - the smirk never left Tav's face as she gave the first command.

What an impertinent creature, Rolan thought, but reluctantly knelt before her:

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry? Wow, look at that, the proud mage apologising for the first time. It's not bad. But I respect the spectacularity. Is that any way to apologise to a lady?" - She held out her hand and brought it to his lips.

"Forgive me, Tav, for all I have said to you today." - The Archmage took her hand and kissed it.

"You apologise, but only for today? What happened to the prodigy's memory? And speak to me with respect! I'm your Mistress, not Tav!" - she was definitely getting turned on by this game, she was getting into character and had no intention of stopping.

Rolan glared at her angrily, but obeyed:

"Will my Mistress be so kind as to forgive me for all the unjust words I have spoken to her?" - he kissed her palm once more and gently tapped it against his forehead.

"That's better. Now it's time to show you what happens to obedient toys," - Tav licked her finger sensuously and leisurely and brought it up to the Archmage's face.

Rolan smelled the saliva soaked in the flavour of the magic lolly and was immediately disturbed. He shoved all his ego up his red arse and grabbed her finger in a frenzy, shoving it all the way into his mouth and sucking and swallowing it deliciously, trying not to hurt it with his tiefling fangs.

"Um, I didn't know how much you needed that. Hey, hey, take it easy! If you bite my finger off, the deal's off. Don't be so greedy, remember!"

Rolan licked and smacked for another half minute, forgetting any squeamishness as she tore her finger from him.

"Aren't you forgetting something, kitten? Courtesy? Civility?" - Tav clarified ironically.

"Thank you, my generous Mistress" - he murmured.

Rolan appreciated the treat he was being offered, he saw that cooperation paid off and he was not so intransigent anymore. Of course, Tav took this into account immediately. She realised that she could now manipulate him like her obedient puppet.

^Pardon my punctuation skills. I still suck at it.

[faeriedays]

“#i loooooove fashion stuff its so cool #especially good omens metas #like i can rant to you about crowley's costume designs all day long”

I’m listening 👀👂

Sorry it took so long for me to reply! I was busy writing this out all day, lol.

It's long so I'm putting a 'Keep Reading' for anyone who wants to back out.

So I'm not very good at explaining things and these have probably already been mentioned but here goes :) I also have images but I messed up their formatting (I do have image descriptions though, even if I'm bad at writing). Warning for probable spelling mistakes and if something doesn't make sense, I literally have spent all day doing this instead of homework and I am so excited that I might have missed something in editing.

Before we dive deep, I’m going to list off the bat the outfits I don’t necessarily talk about or use as examples all that much in this essay thing/rant:

I’m going to put the knight outfit here because I don’t talk about it in great detail here but it’s still amazing and I love it. It definitely plays in with the classic ‘all black, nice shape, cool texture’ package that you’ll read about later. He must’ve been so uncomfortable in this but he looks great, I also wonder if he had long luscious locks underneath that helmet 👀

I also don’t talk about his Original fit much, but it's still so slay. I like how Crowley is wearing dark gray and not just black in his beginning outfit, because it already shows that he’s not quite on the side of evil but a shade of gray. He never was on the side of evil…think about it, most of his outfits have some sort of color other than black, even if it’s really dark gray...

I think the Angel fit is important because first of all he’s adorable and secondly it gives us more insight to what his rank could have been based on his sleeves and collar. It also makes me sad because he’s just a little guy !!! Poor thing.

And though it’s one of my favorite things, I don’t talk much about the 70s fit even though he’s literally so handsome I can’t even. The shirt, the boots, the glasses, the moustache...I want to be him, he’s sososo gorgeous aughhhh,,,,, (I also think his big chunky watch is really funny lol)

Oh, and I almost forgot his pretty little turtleneck. This outfit doesn’t vary much from his other outfits, and also it’s possibly normal for him to be wearing this garment, considering he wore a turtleneck in 1966. I just think it’s fascinating how he changed his outfit for a fun little date with Aziraphale going around SoHo. That’s really cute of him. 

I also think it’s funny that the only 3 times he wears a turtleneck is 1967, this time, and his angel disguise. They’re his ‘time to be mischievous’ garments, because in 1967 he’s robbing a church, modern day he’s sneaking around SoHo with his angel, and in Heaven, well, he’s infiltrating it and going through secret files.

And as I was editing this, I forgot his Eff Stuff Up Jacket. He wears this in the deleted scene where he took down the phone networks, and idk I just thought it was cool. The fake ID card is great too. He’s doing it with style, he is.

Look at that beautiful demon right there. I love how his lapels point down towards hell when he does this, since he’s doing a hellish task. That’s really neat.

Moving on...

First of all let's talk about the color palette. This is kind of obvious so don’t judge me, but I absolutely love the colors that are picked out for him. Mostly black, yes, but also red (which I find fascinating as it is the contrasting color to Hell's green look and also the stereotypical 'devil' color), and sometimes a dark gray or an oxblood. I think it's just really cool because no matter how many different outfits, Crowley, like Aziraphale, has mostly the same colors.

I think it’s nice (well maybe not nice, nice is a 4 letter word…) how he has a more warm-toned, deep, rich palette while Aziraphale’s colors are more cool toned and light, complementing each other (as always, but you’d assume that the warm, caring angel would have more warm, full tones and the cold, aloof demon would have the opposite). 

I’d also like to add that since Crowley has his beautiful snake eyes, he’s likely dichromatic, meaning he can see in two colors, blue and green, but also that he could be colorblind to red (this is probably why Aziraphale dresses in blues, but it also makes me wonder about Crowley and his outfits; does he think he’s dressing in grays or a less saturated red?) Anyway, more images because he's pretty and I like colors :)

 His selective color palette means that a lot of what makes his outfits, well, his, is something else. This would be mainly texture. Whether it's scaly (like his snakeskin…‘boots’) or ruffly (see 1827 for a major example of this, just look at these freakin patterns omgomgomg) or an almost stripy texture (like the 1941 suit and Bildad’s fire fit), Crowley's outfits benefit because of those extra touches. They make his outfits stand out, especially with a ‘limited’ color palette.

In addition, he is often dressed in the kind of clothing that accentuates his height and build. He wears waistcoats that almost bring a cinched waist effect (and accentuate that pretty little waist of his!!! god i wanna see him in a corset so bad), and sometimes he wears vertical patterns/textures to make him seem even taller, which is especially fitting for a lean demon.

His shoulders are accentuated with either a puffy sleeve (see 1827 or 1601) or a squared off look (see modern day and various suits from time). It definitely gives a nice touch and affects his overall shape and appearance.

I also just wanted to mention in this section before I move on that I love how his lapels point up like little demon horns. I think that's cool 😈.

Okay this part is one of my favorite parts. Crowley LOOOOOVES to adorn himself. B U T T O N S (this mfer is addicted to buttons), serpent pieces, bows; you name it, it’s probably going to end up in his outfit. He is so fancy and with time brings even more ways to add glitter and glam to his clothing. And he isn’t careless with his accessories either; his extras line up with his outfit and instead of distracting from the rest of his garments, brings it all to a more composed, complex look while making it still look complete and not ‘busy’.

It’s also good to notice that he usually wears jewelry/metal that is either silver or black. Gold isn’t his color and he knows it; this is especially important because that’s a ‘heaven’ color (white, gold, light gray) while silver is more of a hellish color (silver, green, black).

The bows and neckwear:

The buttons !!!:

The snake pieces, the snake pieces! Whether it’s a texture, a silver piece, whatever it may be, there’s always something snake related in his outfit.

Another thing I find fascinating is the fact that modern Crowley wears a lot of clothes that appear in the ‘women’ section and things that would not be considered stereotypically masculine, but rather androgynous. He dresses like a snazzy little lesbian and I adore it. (Looking at those super skinny, too tight jeans,,,)

Girl you ATE.

I am now going to go on a tangent about the fact that Crowley is not afraid to dress in a way that would worry and/or agitate people. He plays with expression and probably loves when people give him weird stares. Whether he dresses in a surprisingly feminine way (see Mesopotamia, see the Crucifixion, see Ashtoreth), whether he dresses like a mourner (see Rome and kind of 1827 a little bit), whether his outfits go against the status quo (literally pick your poison), he is always doing it in style.

Images:

It's interesting for her/him/whatever Crowley wants forever to dress more feminine at the earlier two times, because it would be more customary for her to be accompanied by a man, meaning she's giving off the vibes that she's related to Aziraphale by blood or marriage. I think that's cute tbh. I also love Ashtoreth, she is SERVING, I love her hair, I love her vibe, I love how she was inspired by Mary Poppins. She reminds me of Mrs. Andrews from the Mary Poppins musical.

More images:

I didn’t know where to put this but I wanted to mention that Crowley in 1827 is dressed masculine but more flamboyant than Aziraphale at this time, and corrects pronouns/honorifics when Mr. Dalrymple tried to say ‘Mr.’ Nonbinary ICON right there I love them.

Okay now let me give a more fascinating and detailed example of Crowley being a weird little guy, Rome.

Oh, Rome. Crowley is basically dressed like either a dead guy or a tourist tbh and I think that’s hilarious.

The laurel wreaths are usually either for emperors/high class (which was probably what Crowley was going for after tempting one) or they’re in funeral portraits. The wreath represents your achievements in life and Definitely is not street wear.

His hair is definitely not in style with the military chic kind of vibes that were going on at the time like Aziraphale’s–no no no, his curls are more fit to be a lady’s hairstyle (if he’d grown his hair out ofc). 

The dark clothes definitely give a mourning kind of palette, but that’s relatively normal with Crowley. What isn’t is his weird shawl thing with the red zig zag that is definitely foreign and most certainly draped the wrong way.

He’s wearing a pin and ring brooch??? That’s definitely not from Rome. That’s more of a British Isles thing–this kind of pin and ring brooch is not from Rome. But it’s very weird because unlike the Romans, who loved snake jewelry as it represented rebirth and healing, the British Isles did not do snake jewelry. So where’d he get this commissioned?

Bro is so unfashionable, and he’s homeless, gay, has aids, and is new in town /ref new in town. His dark glasses are probably the only thing that’s relatively normal here, as it makes sense that his glasses could exist in this time period, whether they be from Rome or any number of other places.

✨Snazzy ✨

Which brings me to my final topic: his sunglasses. I love how they change to reflect himself throughout history. Of course he follows the latest trends in fashion and such, but I also appreciate his little spin on them.

Here are some of my favorite pairs:

So yeah, in summary I love Crowley’s overall design and how it suits him over the course of 6000 (or let’s be real, millions of) years.

What's your favorite outfit (and also can I have a freaking wahoo after this, I'm so out of breath metaphorically)?

PS: I bet you’re wondering, ‘well what about the angelic disguise???’ Well fret not, for I loveloveloveee the heaven disguise. It just didn’t make sense to group it with the things I was talking about earlier, so here goes:

He’s still in grey, which is nice, but it’s really light grey. He also is wearing a turtleneck, which I find funny. Perhaps this is because most of the angels don’t wear a stereotypical dress shirt, so it helps with blending in. His jacket, however, is specifically not heaven-like. It’s far too casual, and even zips up, which leads me to believe that this is supposed to be satire on how professional the angels are supposed to be. He does have the color-coding right, though; he has a white shirt under a darker color jacket.

His thick ass tie is hilarious. It’s bright, it’s flashy, it's glittery, and it would seem very suspicious and attention-grabbing to me if I were an angel. I also find it fascinating that he does this, as gold is shown to be not as fashionable in season 2 (I’ll be using Uriel as an example in a moment). I think he does this so that he can show how tacky angels are and how not up-to-date he is with them. 

Crowley’s tie:

Uriel (a very fashionable angel indeed) keeping up with the trends:

You can see in the set of images how the angelic fashion changed from copious amounts of gold to no gold at all. 

Finally, I want to talk about his other accessories. 

The headband is really silly, and it gives him a little bit of poof in his bangs, which ever so slightly mirrors him when he was an actual angel. The black with light swirls definitely gives off a tacky vibe. 

His glasses have lighter colored metal frames, which I find interesting too. 

And he didn’t dye his tattoo gold for this btw. He put a freaking STICKER of his tattoo over his actual tattoo. That is HYSTERICAL to me I can’t even.

Overall, the fit almost gives off a Y2K vibe to it. I think that’s interesting too because maybe that’s the last time before the Apocawhoops that he saw the Angels’ clothing? I dunno, and that would also be interesting because he usually tries to dress as modern as possible, maybe he's being a couple decades out of date for the funnies. Anyway, it’s working and it is hella funny. And I love Muriel’s expressions during this scene, they are not convinced.

So, in summary, our snakey boi decided to dress in the tackiest, most satirical way for his angelic disguise. He does not look like a bee in this beehive, he looks like a poorly-dressed wasp, hehe. I wonder how Aziraphale would've reacted if he saw Crowley's disguise...

(also, I didn’t mean for this to end up as a ‘Do you love the color of the sky Crowley’ kind of post, I just find fashion, especially historical, really fascinating and I definitely didn’t get all my words in but I think it’s more than enough for now)

[beanghostprincess]

Thinking about transfem sanuso again (I love women I love trans women I love fem people I love saphics have I said I love women?)

You know about that one post of someone saying that if they had a lame ass bf they would hype the shit out off them before entering any room? That's them (not bc they think the other is lame but just to show off how beautiful and incredible their gf is)

Usopp putting ribbons and cute hair clips on Sanji's hair (I think she would like it)

Sanji liking to run her fingers on Usopp's hair on the mornings before she goes and prepare breakfast for all of them

Just them giving eachother quick kisses while they work

You said something about them sharing clothes (THAT WAS SO CUTE AND LOVELY I JUST AAAAAAAW LOVE THEM) so I had another thought about that

Sanji cares about her outfits and puts more thought into them so she does a little fashion show for Usopp

Usopp who doesn't care much about fashion (she looks good with anything but she likes her overalls and a shirt she has to put on since if she goes without one like she used to Sanji would die) but is Sanji's hype woman even if she doesn't get fashion that much but tries for her

*holds them gently* you have open my eyes to transfem sanuso and now they're my world :((

"I love women I love trans women I love fem people I love sapphics have I said I love women?" <- Same. Mood. This is like my whole identity.

OKAY SO ALL OF THESE ARE GREAT?????? I'M GOING INSANE THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- I love them so much!!

YES! They would hype each other up so so so so much!! Sanji would literally scream how much she loves her girlfriend and how she's the best sniper at the top of her lungs for everyone to hear her. In the middle of a battle, she would literally be Usopp's biggest fan. And Usopp already does that in canon atp because I've lost count of how many times she compliments Sanji's food. And she's so loud about it too!! They would literally go to every person they meet and say shit like: "My girlfriend is the best sniper you'll ever see! Her aim is so good that her love arrows went straight to my heart!!!! *dies from a nosebleed or whatever*" and "Oh, actually I am dating the best cook in all seas!! Her food is so delicious it can send you to heaven and back and I would even say it gives you more strength and power than devil fruits themselves!!! And you can't have her because she's mine *mischievous/proud smile*"

I think Usopp one day catches Sanji cooking (the kitchen is usually closed when she works because of... Luffy reasons. But she always lets Usopp be with her) and she casually sees both of her eyes because her bangs are held by a hair clip. It does things to Usopp, honestly. When they're bored she always plays with Sanji's hair and does anything she wants to it and Sanji is just glad Usopp's touching her. Simp (derogatory but I understand).

Sanji, waking up earlier than her girlfriend, would absolutely love to worship her and stare at her for a while before getting out of bed. She'd run her fingers through her hair and whisper sweet nothings against her ear while hugging her close and kissing her all over (without managing to wake her up). She actually suffers a lot from the "I miss my girlfriend's warmth and I could sleep with her all day long" disease. But it's fine because an hour later Usopp is always in the kitchen to hug her from behind and see how she cooks breakfast and prepares food for lunch.

The quick kisses thing makes me,,, Go insane, honestly. I think it's so sweet and so real. They can't be apart. Do not separate them. They're SO clingy. Usopp often works in the kitchen while Sanji tries new recipes, so Sanji always asks her to try her food and judge it! It's always good, but Usopp always tries to give her very specific and objective criticism. Sanji always stops from time to time to give Usopp quick kisses after she has tasted a bit of her food, and when Usopp is feeling stressed for not getting something right in her inventions/drawings she always stands up to kiss Sanji. And I think they do this ALL the time. Whenever they are together without doing much, Sanji will always cling to Usopp and kiss her cheeks. And Usopp always kisses Sanji's knuckles and forehead for no reason all the time. These kisses are sweet and short but they mean the world to them.

OMG THE CLOTHES THINGY- Okay, so I LOVE it when couples share clothes. When my girlfriend wears my cardigans (lots of times. She's always cold and I would literally die before letting her freeze. I'm not a fucking monster. Always give your clothes to your cold girlfriends even if you freeze and turn to stone) I literally die. I think Sanji is basically the same. Usopp is dumb and careless and she's always wearing overalls without anything under or just bigass t-shirts and baggy pants. Whatever's comfortable (she's literally my girlfriend what the fuck- Also in my head Fem Sanuso literally dresses like me and my fiancé lmfao this is- This is very funny. I have so many clothes/aesthetic headcanons for these two. Should make a pinterest board or a post about it here or something idk). So she always ends up getting cold but keeps saying no!! That she's great!! (Liar) And Sanji always gives her her suit jackets. Usopp couldn't be happier, but Sanji always dies when this happens. On the other hand, Usopp's clothes are wayyy more comfortable than suits/dresses/skirts (which are basically all the clothes Sanji has if you ignore some t-shirts she barely wears anyway) and Sanji always ends up stealing them after waking up to make breakfast or whenever they are sure it's going to be a lazy day on the ship without anyone bothering them. Usopp loves seeing her wearing her t-shirts, especially because they're oversized (for both of them. Usopp likes baggy clothes) and Sanji's legs are more visible. Usopp dies every time.

Sanji always does lil fashion shows for her girlfriend every time she buys new clothes and Usopp is her biggest fan. And whenever they change to go on an adventure and Usopp wears eccentric hats Sanji would never wear, she hypes her up anyway because, after all, it's what her girlfriend likes. And she looks adorable anyway!

*holds them gently* I'm so glad you love them this much too because they mean the world to me !! <3

[wildernessuntothemselves]

*brain malfunctioning*

Younger tyun who had a crush on his friend's older sister but you always saw him as a little boy. He'd get so flustered around you, cutely calling you noona, and trying to get you to pay attention to him.

Years later, you were visiting your brother when you see tyun again but now he had become so handsome, growing into his features and looking all manly and shit. And when he calls you noona with a small mischievous smirk on his face, your knees buckle.

But he's far from the kid you used to know. He's assertive, confident, openly flirty... you kinda don't like it. You miss the cute, easily flustered boy. Now he just reminds you of the guys you used to date long ago.

So you pull away from him but that just makes him come onto you harder, which annoys you further and further. When did he turn into such a pig?

So when he dares to put his hand on your thigh as he gives you delivers another inappropriate line, you blow up, grabbing his wandering hands and pinning them next to him.

"If you dare touch me without permission again, you will lose your hands, got it?" You hiss at him, face close to his as you keep his hands pinned down. He looks at you with wide eyes and stammers, "y-yes, noona."

In that moment, he's back to being the cute little tyun you used to know, and you can't let the moment pass. "And no more sleazy lines or I'll cut you dick off."

He gulps, nodding. "Yes, noona."

"Good boy." You almost let go but then you hear him let out a strangled whine. "Don't tease."

"What?" You ask, lost, but when you look down you see that he has gotten a little hard. You laugh. "You like me being mean to you?"

"Noona!" He protests, scandalized.

"What happened to the macho, pig man you have become?"

"Just wanted your attention." He mumbles, embarrassed. "Thought if I acted like the guys you dated, you'd like me too."

"Oh honey." You coo, and he almost relaxes under the sweet tone but then he jumps when you palm his hardening dick. "I much prefer obedient pretty boys now. Can you be my little tyunnie again?"

"Yes, noona."

[moonlightknightess]

(just pretend this is an ask cuz I lost both of them by posting an incomplete draft by accident 😡😡🤬🤬)

Gonna merge these asks in one prompt cuz the one with the link is already down (as per usual), but sure!

Tbf it's my fault cuz that one lasted a really long time, but I guess we can't have nice things lol

Ngl this one's a bit rushed in the end, but still I hope y'all enjoy it ☺️

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- It still amazes me whenever I see it, you know? -

And she means every word, a playful remark that has him getting harder on her belly, has his shaft pulsating slightly faster as she maps his entire length with her digits, provoking little groans on command when she engulfs him on her palm

Because no matter how much of this has been happening between the two of them, she still finds herself dumbfounded whenever Eren knocks on her door (sometimes reeking of alcohol. Sometimes not) coincidentally around the neighborhood and feeling like visiting her out of the blue.

Nor can she still get her head wrapped around the idea that everything that unfolds in the privacy of her small apartment is pretty much real. From the beginning to the very end and everything in between. Her mind and body always coming to an agreement that serves to tell her yes, this really happened.

No matter how many times she tries, she always finds herself in this very same situation: Butt naked, legs wide open, and slightly eager, she still can't find herself believing that this diabolic, devil thing currently lying atop her abdomen was able to provoke her so many different sensations and emotions.

- I know - He answers plain and simple, a small smidge of pride showing in the tone of his voice, the same one that more often than not makes her want to regret what she says. The last thing she wants is for him to get a little too full of himself  - And you fucking love it -

She is oh so ready to beat those allegations as soon as they come out of his mouth, to at least show some kind of resistance and let him know that she is not someone he should be looking down to

Still, she can only let out a small pitch of surprise as soon as he gets himself out of her hold, his heat missing. The ghost of his form quickly fading off, her eyes meeting the sight of his hands pumping himself up, forearms muscles contouring as he seems to get ready for what they both have been waiting for.

Unashamed as he always tends to be, he spits on his hand before he starts to slowly lube himself, his cock becoming shinier the more he spreads his own saliva. Unaware of the effect he unconsciously had on her, to the way she wets her lips and the subtle bob he throat makes

- Jesus Christ, Jaeger - She tries to fake as much disgust as she can, sending him a quick disapproval glance before she locks eyes once again on his groin - I still don’t understand what Mikasa saw in you, seriously -

- I could ask the same thing about you - 

Right before she can come up with some sort of response, he is already hovering over her, teal eyes piercing through her own as the shadow of his form engulfs her completely, her heart racing as she feels his raspy hands lifting her legs by the underside of her knees, her chest getting tighter the more he starts to press himself closer and by extension, locking her legs higher, his arms anchoring 

- So, tell me, Sasha -  She can feel the heat of his breath when he starts to whisper to her ear, lips mischievously resting on her skin, raising goosebumps on her skin as she becomes aware of her situation: Butt naked, legs wide open, slightly eager and locked in place, her groin growing moisture by the second the more she realizes that he doesn’t mean to go easy on her this time, the missing heat that left her now coming back in the form of a sharp hot tip placing itself right in the middle of her folds, rock hard and raging to go - What did you see in me? -

He doesn’t expect an answer at all, using the small confusion he provoked in her by to take her by surprise, the sudden thrust of his hips breaking into her deepness threatening to force her lungs to chant his name out loud, the way he purposefully stays sheathed inside her making her toss and turn on his hold, demanding and begging him both in equal parts until he deems it enough

And to be fair, if she ever had to answer his question as sincerely as their relationship made her do, she would have to say that this is what she saw in him

Because no matter how much she tries- no matter how many one-night stands she wakes up from- None of them compares to what Eren can offer

Because she has still yet to find someone who can steal the air out of her lungs and devour her alive just like he can, the liplock he forces on her demanding all her might not to just clamp her teeth on his lower lip out of overload of sheer, primal emotions, tongue easily sliding against her own making her toes curl painfully, the subtle slurping sound they both created now growing louder by the second until shame is thrown out the window and they become careless of the needy moans they make, careless of the mess of spit they become with every hungry kiss and the bridges of saliva that raises and crumbles every time they separate for air and plunge back into action

Because she has still yet to find anyone who knows every single inch of her body and makes the best of using that knowledge just as he does, his hands gripping and massaging her love handles in the only way that makes her sigh in relief, his teeth providing the perfect amount of pressure on her lower lip to make her moan his name, his body contouring in the perfect position and his dick scrapping her upper walls so deliciously it makes her eyes shine blind, whiteness her only sight whenever he retreats his waist ever so slowly and snaps back inside like a powerful piston, plowing her so fucking hard she swears she can see his cock bulging out of her insides, and just when she reaches out her hand just to make sure her mind isn’t playing minds on her, she finds herself delighted to feel him despite the several layers between them, a subtle bulge that set her nerves livewire the more she presses it, at the same time provoking a small grunt from Eren that she wishes she could hear more

There is no denying at this point that he is the only one who makes her go insane, makes her go feral with so little she starts to worry she is getting obsessed with him.

Because it’s not normal the way she threads her fingers in his poor attempt of a man bun and practically shoves his face against her own, nor it’s normal the way she falls hypnotized whenever he sheathes out and provides her with the sight of his reddish member dripping awfully from the mix of her juices pouring out of her, the little bob it makes almost making her unaware of the fact that he isn’t wearing protection,  and she isn’t sure it was a good day to go raw at all

- Eren, wait - She tries to warn him, her hand trying to cover her velvet just as he felt like repositioning himself, tip meeting the cover her fingers made as he lifts his gaze and is met with her sweaty face, her breath labored in the form of little pants she makes

- You are not wearing a condom - She clarifies under his doubtful expression, his mind processing her words for a second too long before he reaches out for her hand and swats it away, his thumb pressing her clit so deliciously it makes it harder for her to claw her nails on his hand - Wha?!- 

- I know - He answers, barely giving too much thought to his response, just like you would answer someone when they ask you the time, as if the fact that they have been having raw sex for the past hour wasn’t nerve-wracking by itself

- Eren! - She chastised when she tries to cover her entrance once again, her hand swatted again but this time with Eren taking it in his hold, her other hand meeting the same fate when she tried the same move - I’m serious here, stop joking around - 

- I’m not joking - He whispers against her ear just like he did at the start, his thick fingers threading on her own as he pins her hands on both sides of her head, the head of his dick resting teasingly against her folds and his hips snapping up and down as he coats himself in the wetness her slit provides, his hands now placing itself barely below her navel, rubbing her softly - You would look amazing bearing my children, I fucking swear -

- No - She says out of reflex, her face turning in the opposite direction, her legs shaking and her breathing growing harsh with the mere idea of it, sweating cold just as she sees the whole scenario in her head: her belly growing larger by the months, the spawn of their mischievousness taking place right inside her body

The worst part is that she can't help but find herself allured by the idea.

Thrilled by the forbidden nature of such an act

Where did this all come from, seriously

- Wh- why not? - Eren asks, the friction he is forcing on her increasing in tempo, his words heavy on his throat as he tries to regain his breath, his hand forcing her to look him directly at his eyes, so intimately close she gets intoxicated in his natural essence, noses rubbing together as he caresses her jaw softly - Just tell me why not -

- You know why - She is too weak to break out from his hold, her hand not strong enough to push him by his bicep, her bite not potent enough to make his lip bleed, her mind a hot mess of unconcealed emotions that makes her barely able to talk reasoning to him, to make him understand the very reason why this can’t happen - M-Mikasa would never forgive us if we… -

But alas, Eren has never been a man of reasoning, even less one of clever judgment, he just mindlessly seeks for whatever he wants, and everyone around just either suck it up and let it be or they better be prepared to fight off his nonsense

And she really, really, wishes she could consider herself one of the latter, to know better than to let herself get dragged in the rabbit hole in which he means to take her alongside him, the sensation of warmth and fullness filling her insides once again as he starts to rock her world, the lewd plap of their skin clashing lowering the walls they once built up, lulling her into a ecstasy-like state, the softness in which his tongue caresses hers mind-blowing just in the perfect way 

-You won’t regret it… I swear you won’t -

It is both too much and not enough, the way his words fill her with dread and hope, the way his digits trace her belly and make it flutter so easily she starts to worry about just how much control he has over her, the fact that just a mere kiss from him can erase any hint of doubt in her mind, how utterly futile it is for her to try and fight this feeling of want growing inside her the more his pace becomes more erratic, to keep her mouth close shut because she knows damn well she can have it in herself to make it stop… 

To make him stop

Still, despite trying her best, she can’t help but keep her eyes glued on his. Barely open, watery and stinging as they were still enough to let him see through her, her mouth shaping into the smallest “o” when he decides to thrust up once, twice, thrice and then some more, her muscles boiling hot under the pressure of his presence and all the emotions he is provoking on her.

As he drags her hand right above her belly, right above where he is going to mark her for good, she finally loses her last hold on sanity, the little whispers he mouths on her lips a perpetual chant that ingrains itself in her mind and grow roots instantly, the incessant push and pull he forces on her tight walls making her go feral for more, open mouthed, tongue wrapping kisses shared between them no matter the mess of saliva coating their lips, the gooshing sound of her juices pouring out with each snap of his hips making her realize she is not lasting for much longer

She swears she can can feel it, the way his shaft hardens inside her, the telltale of his orgasm starting, his mouth sucking hers in the literal sense of the word as his cock pounds her like a broken piston, his body flush against hers as he takes her whole, overwhelming her whole self until he gives her a last thrust of finality.

Is both painful and blissful, the way he pushes his hips upwards just so she can feel it right on her guts, the small bump she feels on her hand a sturdy little thing that has her purring in desire

The warmness that overtakes her insides a beautiful and yet cruel reminder that this was pretty much real

She really, really wishes she doesn’t regret this…

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DDLC sans Epiphany - Act 1, Day 3

Thursday, September 21   

“Ah, I overslept a little, but that was on purpose.”

“I didn’t want to zone out again during poem sharing, and I’ve still got plenty of time.”

“I can get lunch at school. And I can skip breakfast.”

“I just need to hurry and get to school.”

“Wow, I got here fast.”

“I can’t wait for the club! My poem is really good!”

“The school day seems to fly by. I think I zoned out for most of it, but I’m here now, and I’m excited.”

“I step into the literature club, and spot Sayori already there.”

Sayori: "Oh! Hi Mickey!"

Sayori: “I was wondering if I should come get you.”

Mickey: “Well, I made it here on my own.”

“It looks like she’s in a good mood today."

Sayori: "Ehehe~"

Mickey: “Why are you so happy today, Sayori?”

Sayori: “I’m just happy you’re here, that’s all.” 

“Classic Sayori. Simple and sweet.”   

Sayori: "Speaking of food..."

Mickey: “No one said anything about food.”

Sayori: “Well, I did.”

Sayori: "I'm kinda hungry. Will you come with me to buy a snack?"

Mickey: “So you can steal money off of me again. No way.”

Sayori: “I wouldn’t do that!”

Mickey: “You always do that!”

Mickey: “You’re always….taking advantage of me….”

Mickey: “Of me….and my money….”

“I tease her, putting the emphasis in being overdramatic.”

Sayori: “Uuuu…”

Sayori: “I’m sorry! I surrender!”

Mickey: “How could you, Sayori? Why….?”

Mickey: “You should buy me a snack to make up for it.”

Sayori: “Hey! Quit trying to guilt trip me!”

Mickey: "But you deserve this. You owe me.”

Mickey: “Like, you actually owe me a lot of money.”

Sayori: “What about forgiving debts between friends?”

Mickey: “You aren’t my friend. I HATE YOU!”

“I mimic Anakin Skywalker, a reference we’ll both get.”

Sayori: “Nooooooo!”

“She cries out like Luke. We both chuckle.”

“I notice Yuri looking at us and smiling. She notices me and blushes.”

Yuri: "A-Ah!"

Yuri: "I wasn't looking at you or anything--!"

Yuri: "It was just...a coincidence…"

Sayori: "Yuriiii..."

Sayori: "Tell Mickey to let me borrow some money..."

Yuri: "That's--!"

Yuri: "Don't get me involved like that, Sayori..."

Yuri: "Besides..."

Yuri: "You should only buy what you can responsibly afford..."

Yuri: "And frankly, after pulling a mischievous little stunt like that, your suffering is fair enough retribution."

“....Nerd.”

“Not that that’s a bad thing.”

Yuri: "Ah--!"

Yuri: "Did I just..."

Sayori: “Your words wound me, Yuri.”

Yuri: "I-I didn't mean that!!"

Yuri: "I got too absorbed into my book..."

Yuri: "Uu..."

“She covers her red face with her book.”  

Sayori: "Ahaha!"

Sayori: “I’m just teasing you.”

Sayori: "I really like when you speak your mind, Yuri."

Sayori: "It doesn't happen much, but it's a fun side of you!"

Yuri: "That's..."

Yuri: “Don’t tease me like that….”

Sayori: “I’m not! I’m serious!”

Yuri: "There's no way you could think that..."

“Yuri mutters, under her breath. I don’t think Sayori heard her.”

“I get how she feels, though. I’m there every day.”

Sayori: "You’re right, though..."

Sayori: "I did something bad and now I have to accept the punishment for my crimes.”

Mickey: “Jail for 100 years.”

Sayori: “Noooo!”

Sayori: “But then I won’t be able to talk to you.”

Sayori: “I’ll be lonely.”

“She pouts.”

Mickey: “You’d befriend the inmates and guards for sure.”

Sayori: “Aw, but you’re my best friend!”

Mickey: “Well then, guess you should never go to jail in real life either. Cause I’ll miss you too much.”

Sayori: “No promises`”

Yuri: "I guess there's a little devil inside all of us, huh, Sayori?"

“Sayori makes the >:) face. That is the best way to describe it.”

Mickey: "Don't let her fool you."

Mickey: “Sayori’s an evil genius.”

Mickey: “She’s a lot smarter than she looks.”

Sayori; “Hey!”

Sayori: “Meanie…”

“Pwap!”

Sayori: "Kyaa--!"

"Out of nowhere, something smacks Sayori in the face and tumbles onto the desk."

Sayori: "Ow..."

Sayori: “Are you okay, Mickey?”

Sayori: “What was that?”

“She looks around, and sees the desk.”

Sayori: "Eh?? A-A cookie!"

"Sure enough, it's a giant cookie wrapped in plastic."

Sayori: “God???? Is that you???”

Natsuki: "Ahahaha!"

“We notice Natsuki by the door.”

Natsuki: “That look on your face was priceless!”

Sayori: “Natsuki? You threw that?”

Natsuki: “Yeah!”

Sayori: “Why?”

Natsuki: “I couldn’t resist! It was the perfect opportunity.”

Sayori: “Well, now I’m going to steal your cookie!”

Natsuki: “I got it for you, dummy.”

Sayori: “Huh?”

Natsuki: “I heard you talking about tricking Mickey into buying you something, so I figured I’d do it so you wouldn’t steal his money.”

Mickey: “Oh. Thanks Natsuki.”

Natsuki: “Huh?!”

“Her face flushes up.”

Natsuki: “I didn’t-”

Natsuki: “I didn’t do it for you-!”

Natsuki: “I-I just-!”

Natsuki: “I didn’t want..I don’t like it when anyone loses their money!”

Natsuki: “I didn’t care about you in particular!”

Natsuki: “O-or anything…”

“Time to use all the social skills I have.”

Mickey: “Oh. Okay.”

Mickey: “Sayori’s lucky to have a good friend like you.”

Natsuki: “Huh?”

Natsuki: “Damn right she is! I’m an awesome friend!”

Sayori: “You really are!”

“Sayori is already happily munching on her cookie.”

“Natsuki pulls out her own.”

Sayori: “Did you get snacks for everyone, Natsuki?”

Natsuki: “No. Just me and you.”

Sayori: “Well, thank you!”

“I notice Sayori eyeing Natsuki’s cookie eagerly.”

Mickey: “Sayori, don’t even think about it. Be happy with your own.”

Natsuki: “Don’t even-”

Natsuki: “Hey!”

“She shields her cookie.”

Natsuki: “Eat your own!”

Sayori: “But I already finished it…”

Natsuki: “Well you can’t have mine!”

Mickey: “Be grateful for what you have, Sayori.”

Natsuki: “Yeah! I already gave you a cookie!”

Sayori: “Aw, ganging up on me? Meanies…”

“Me and Natsuki chuckle.”

Natsuki: “Sorry I didn’t get anything for you two. I didn’t know what you would want.”

“Natsuki glances around the room.”

Natsuki: “Wait…where is Monika, anyway?”

“It’s true. She’s not in the room.”

Sayori: “Maybe she’s in the bathroom?”

Sayori: “Oh, but I don’t see her bag….”

Yuri: “Hmmm…”

Yuri: "Have any of you heard anything about her being late today?"

Sayori: "Not me..."

Mickey: “I can’t remember whether she was in class or not.”

Sayori: “You can’t?”

Mickey: “I wasn’t really paying attention.”

Sayori: “Mickey…”

Mickey: “It’s fine, Sayori. I was working the whole time.”

Yuri: "Hm..."

Yuri: "That's a bit unusual."

Sayori: "I hope she's okay..."

Natsuki: "Of course she's okay."

“Agreed.”

Natsuki: "She probably just had something to do today."

Natsuki: "She's pretty popular, after all..."

“Not as much as she used to be, but she still is somewhat popular.”

Sayori: "Eh?"

Sayori: "You don't think she..."

Sayori: "She has a...!"

Yuri: "Ahaha. I wouldn't be surprised."

Yuri: "She's probably more desirable than all of us combined."

Sayori: "Ehehe, that's true..."

Natsuki: "Excuse me?!"

“Wait, are they all looking at me? Why?”

"Suddenly, the door swings open, and Monika rushes into the room.”

Monika: "Sorry! I'm super sorry!"

Mickey: "Ah, there you are…!”

“I’m relieved to see her. She saved me from that awkward situation.”

Monika: "I didn't mean to be late..."

Monika: "I hope you guys weren't worried or anything!"

Sayori: "Eh??"

Sayori: "Monika chose the club over her boyfriend after all!"

Sayori: "You're so strong-willed!"

Monika: "Boyfriend?"

Sayori: “Sorry, I meant girlfriend.”

Monika: “Ah!”

Monika: “I don’t…I don’t have a…”

“She’s blushing pretty hard. So cute. But she’s blushing about a girl. It’ll never be me.”

Sayori: “Hehe, are you sure~?”

Monika: “Y-yes! I’m single! Totally single!”

Sayori: “Why are you getting so defensive then?”

Monika: “I…Well…”

Yuri: “Sayori, just leave her alone…”

Sayori: “Alright, alright, I believe you.”

Sayori: “Sorry Monika. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

Monika: “Th-that’s alright…”

Natsuki: “So, why were you late anyway?”    

Monika: “Ah… Well…”

Monika: “I had study hall last period, and I was walking around.”

Monika: “You know, just cause I could.”

Monika: “And I saw this unused classroom with a piano.”

Monika: “It was a nice room. Empty and abandoned.”

Monika: “Not to sound cheesy or anything, but it felt like magic.”

Monika: “Ahaha…”

Monika: “I guess I lost track of time.”

Monika: “I hardly ever zone out though.”

Monika: “I guess I’m really into piano!”

Natsuki: "That makes no sense, though."

Natsuki: "You would have heard the bell ring, at least."

Monika: “Well, I had the doors closed. And I guess the intercom in that old classroom is broken.”

Monika: “I guess I wasn’t paying attention, and my piano playing drowned out the noise I could have heard.”

Monika: “There’s not many students over there at the end of the day.”

Yuri: "I wasn't aware you played piano, Monika."

Monika: "Ah, I don't, really...!"

Monika: "I just started. Like, today. Just then."

Monika: "I've always wanted to learn piano."

Monika: “I guess I saw my chance and took it.”

Monika: “I mean, you only live once, right?”

Sayori: “Yeah! You go, girl!”

Sayori: "You should play something for us, Monika!"

Monika: “You’d…want to hear my playing?”

Sayori: “Yeah!”

Monika: “Well..”

“She smiles softly.”

Monika: "Maybe once I get a little bit better, I will."

Monika: “I’ll…I’ll write a song just for you, Sayori!”

Sayori: “Aw, thanks! That’s so nice of you!” 

Monika: "I, um….”

Monika: “I won't let you down, Sayori!”

Sayori: “Don’t worry. No matter what you come up with, I’ll love it, because you tried your hardest!”

“Sayori…you’re so kind…”    

Monika: "Thanks…"

“Monika beams.”

Monika: "So, I didn't miss anything, did I?"

Sayori: "Nothing to report, Pres!”

"It looks like everyone has already settled down."

"Sayori throws away her wrapper, and Monika heads to the teacher’s desk."

"Yuri is back to her book, and Natsuki disappeared into the closet."

“I should go hang out with Natsuki. I did promise Sayori.”

“Taking a deep breath and mustering up all the courage I have—”

“— which has actually been way more than usual, this week—”

“---I walk over to the closet.”

“I hear Natsuki grumbling.”

Natsuki: “Oh great…”

Natsuki: “Monika!”

“Natsuki yells from inside the closet.”

Natsuki: "Did you move my manga again?!"

“"I peer inside. I see a lot of manga lined up on the top shelf.” 

Monika: "Ah, sorry, sorry!"

Monika: "The teacher got mad at me for taking up so much space in her closet..."

Monika: "So I had to move some stuff around and clean up a little bit."

Monika: "It's all still there, I just had to organize it a bit!"

Natsuki: “Wonderful. How am I going to get this down…?”

“Natsuki mutters to herself.”

Mickey: “Um, Natsuki?”

“She turns to me.”

Mickey: “Um…are you….looking for something…?”

Natsuki: “Um…yeah?”

Natsuki: “Did you need something?”

Mickey: “I just…wanted to hang out.”

Natsuki: “Hang out? With me? Why?”

“She looks a little embarrassed.”

Mickey: “Um…”

Mickey: “You just seem…cool?”

Mickey: “And Sayori said you liked manga.”

“This was a mistake. I feel all tense and shaky.”

Mickey: “I’m sorry, I’m not good at this.”

Mickey: “I’ll go-”

“I turn away.”

Natsuki: “Mickey, wait.”

“I turn back to her.”

Natsuki: “I guess…we can hang out. If you want to.”

Natsuki: “I don’t have anything better to do.”

Natsuki: “And I had a feeling you liked manga too.”

Natsuki: “But first, I need to get this manga down.”

“I notice a lone volume on the shelf next to some other books.”

“I pull it out.”

Natsuki: “Ah, there it is!”

“She snatches it out of my hand.”

Natsuki: “I was looking for this yesterday!”

Natsuki: “Now, to find the box set it belongs to.”

“She glances up at the top shelf and huffs.”

“She stands on her tiptoes and jumps, trying to reach the shelf.”

Natsuki: "Jeez...!"

Natsuki: "This is so inconvenient!"

Natsuki: "I'm moving these all back down."

Natsuki: "There's plenty of room on these shelves."

Natsuki: "And besides..."

Natsuki: "They're really pretty to look at when they're all lined up!"

Natsuki: "Why would you waste that on the top shelf?"

“The shelf is pretty high up. I don’t think I can reach it either. And I’m not strong enough to give her a boost.”

“Also, the mere thought of that gives me a panic attack.”

Mickey: "Ah, Natsuki..."

Mickey: "There's a stool on the wall there."

Mickey: “You think we could use that?”

Mickey: “I can reach the top shelf with that.”

Natsuki: “Hey! That’s my manga!”

Mickey: “A-ah, I’m sorry…”

Natsuki: “I can get them myself.”

Mickey: “Can you reach that?”

Natsuki: “You calling me short or something?”

Mickey: “U-um, no…”

Natsuki: "Don’t look down on me!”

Natsuki: “I can get it by myself! Just watch me!”

“She unfolds the stool and climbs on. It’s a little wobbly.”

Mickey: “Be careful!”

Natsuki: "I know what I'm doing!!"

"Natsuki uses her fingers to scoot one of the smaller boxes to the edge of the shelf. She can barely reach the shelf.”

Natsuki: "See...?"

“She’s gloating. But I guess she did have it under control.”

Natsuki: "Kyah--!"

"The box suddenly tips."

“I jump back with a little scream and flinch instinctively.”

Mickey: “Kyaaa!”

“I hear Natsuki jumping off the stool.”

“I slowly open my eyes.”

“She’s holding the box and staring at me. The stool is on it’s side.”

Natsuki” “Jeez, ya big baby…”

“Sayori stares at me intensely from across the room. I shoot her a nervous but reassuring smile.”

Natsuki: “I told you I could get it.”

Mickey: “But…I don’t think you can reach the others with that.”

Mickey: “A-and what if you fall again?”

Natsuki: “I won’t.”

Mickey: “B-but….”

Mickey: “It really is too small.”

Mickey: “Why would they even make such a small and wobbly stool? It’s dumb.”

“Natsuki looks at me, then back at the stool. She seems to agree.”

Natsuki: “Yeah.”

Natsuki: "Move this out of the way. I'm gonna get a chair."

“She moves past me. I pick up the stool, fold it up, and put it aside.”    

“All the chairs are attached to desks. Will they even fit in the closet?”

“I turn back to Natsuki.”    

“She’s trotting over to the teacher's desk, which has a computer chair behind it."

"She rolls it on its wheels back over to the closet."

Mickey: “That looks dangerous…”

Natsuki: “Well, do you have a safer idea?”

Mickey: “The desks?”

Natsuki: “They won’t fit. I know.”

Mickey: “O-okay.”

“I guess this really is the best alternative.”

"Natsuki climbs onto the chair, then slowly balances onto her feet."

Natsuki: "Aha! There we go!"

Natsuki: "See? I can easily do it now."

“I smile and nod, walking over to hold the chair and steady it.”

"Natsuki grabs a stack of manga and bends down to put it on the shelf below."

Natsuki: "W-Wahh--"

"The chair swivels, but only slightly."

Natsuki: “Hey, keep it still!” Mickey: “R-right, sorry.”

“I tighten my grasp on the chair.”

“Natsuki keeps moving more boxes.” 

“She grabs the largest one.”

Natsuki: “Uu...heavy..."

Natsuki: “M-mickey…”

Natsuki: "I don't think I can bend down without falling...!"

Natsuki: "Hurry and take this one..."

Mickey: "But then I have to let go of the chair..."

Natsuki: "That's fine...!"

Natsuki: "Just for a second!"

Natsuki: "Hurry up..."

Mickey: “O-okay..!”

“I take the box from her hands. It is heavy!”

“I stagger, but set it on the ground.”

Mickey: “Oof!”

Natsuki: “Hey, be careful with that!”

Mickey: “Sorry!”

“I grab onto the chair again, and offer Natsuki my hand to help her get down.”

“She doesn’t take it, and holds on to the shelf.”

“She walks over to the box, and looks it over, to make sure it’s safe.”

“I take the lone volume of the manga, and hand it back over to her.”

Natsuki: “You’re lucky everything is safe.”

“She takes the book and puts it into the middle of the box, in between some of the others.”

Mickey: “Parfait Girls, huh?”

“She moves the box back to the shelf.”

Natsuki: “Hey, don’t judge it!”

Mickey: “I-I wasn’t-!”

“She turns to me.”

Natsuki: “So, what kind of manga do you like?”

Mickey: “Huh? Oh, um…”

Mickey: “I’m more into anime, really.”

Natsuki: “Well, manga’s way better.”

Mickey: “....Too much nudity…”

Natsuki: “Wha-!”

Mickey: “I wasn’t talking about you in particular! Just….in general.”

Natsuki: “Oh please. Anime has plenty of fanservice too.”

Mickey: “But you can look up when an anime has fanservice…”

Natsuki: “You can do that for manga too!”

Mickey: “Not as easily…”

“She puts her hands on her hips, and smirks proudly.”

Natsuki: “Well, it’s good to know you aren’t a pervert, at least.”

Natsuki: “Here, I can introduce you to my favorite manga.”

Natsuki: “It doesn’t have any fanservice at all. The hottest it gets is some blushing.”

“She pulls out the first volume from the box. The 4 characters pose cutely.”

“....something about it sends shivers down my spine. My hands start shaking.”

Natsuki: “Well? Are you coming?”

“I look up and see her sitting under the window outside the closet.”

Mickey: “Ah- coming!”

“I scurry over.”

“I’ll be fine. Just don’t look at the cover.”

“I sit next to her and quickly flip to the first page.”

“Ah, inside cover! Next page!”

“Phew….”

Natsuki: “Uh, you okay?”

“She’s sitting right next to me.”

Mickey: “Y-yeah, I’m fine!”

“No way she buys that.”

Natsuki: “Um, we can read a different one, if you want.”

Natsuki: “Sorry, I guess I should’ve picked one you’d like at first.”

Natsuki: “So! What kind of animes do you like?”

“I’m relieved. I really didn’t want to read this. It made me feel so uncomfortable.”

“I set the book down with trembling hands.”

Mickey: “Um… I like romances.”

Mickey: “And slice of life.”

Mickey: “My favorites are wholesome, feel-good, animes.”

Mickey: “I hate horror and fighting.”

Mickey: “Do you have anything like that?

“Natsuki closes her eyes thoughtfully and nods her head.”

Natsuki: “Yeah, I think I’ve got one you might like.”

Natsuki: “It’s pretty short though. Only 4 volumes.”

Natsuki: “And….um….”

“She looks away. Is she nervous?”

Natsuki: “.....”

Natsuki: “...it’s girl love.”

Mickey: “Oh, that’s fine! Love is love.”

Natsuki: “Really?”

“She perks up.”

Mickey: “Yeah. I’m totally fine with that stuff. Homophobes are stupid.”

“Natsuki stands up, grinning.”

Natsuki: “Hell yeah they are!”

“She takes the book from my hand and heads to the closet.”

“I breathe a sigh of relief. That book made me so tense.”

“...heh, I guess I’m still not the strongest.”

“But I kept the shaking under control, and didn’t cry. Progress!”

“Natsuki returns, holding a different book.”

Natsuki: “Ready to read?”

“I nod. She sits next to me and passes me the book.”

Mickey: “The Story Written In My Heart, Volume 1.”

“The cover has 2 girls sitting next to each other. It looks very sweet.”

“I open the book. Natsuki leans over my shoulder.”

Mickey: “Um….”

Natsuki: “?”

Natsuki: “!”

“She notices and scoots away.”

Mickey: “Maybe….I should hold it between us? So we can both read.”

“I adjust the book, and she scoots closer again.”

Natsuki: "Wow, how long has it been since I read the beginning...?"

Mickey: "Hm?"

Mickey: "You don't go back and flip through the older volumes every now and then?"

Natsuki: "Not really."

Natsuki: "Maybe sometimes after I've already finished the series."

Mickey: “I love rewatches. It’s so comforting. And you get to notice all sorts of details you didn't notice last time.”

Natsuki: “Hm, I guess you’re right.”

“The art is beautiful, and the writing is simple at most times, but one of the romantic leads will speak eloquently every so often.”

“Then, she gets embarrassed, and it’s played off for laughs.”

“The two girls seem like good friends.”

"We read on for a few more minutes."

"I've finished a couple chapters at this point."

Mickey: “...I’d say I’m surprised you’re not bored yet, but I’m really not.”

Natsuki: “Hm?”

Mickey: “It’s fun to watch people watch things. And read things too, I guess.”

Natsuki: “Yeah, you get it.”

Mickey: “I love seeing Sayori’s reactions when we watch anime.”

Natsuki: “You two are really close, huh?”

Mickey: “Yeah. She’s my best friend.”

Mickey: “...my only friend.”

Natsuki: “Well….”

Natsuki: “...we could be friends….”

“She says it so quietly. I look at her in disbelief.”

Natsuki: “H-hey, I mean, um…!”

Mickey: “I-I’d love to be friends!”

Mickey: “I think…that would be nice.”

Natsuki: “Well! Good then! I guess we’re friends now.”

“Just then, I hear Monika calling everyone over.”

Monika: “It’s time to share poems~!”

“I stand up and hand Natsuki the manga back.She doesn’t take it.”

Natsuki: "You're just giving it back...?"

Natsuki: "Don't you want to know what happens?"

Mickey: "Ah... Yeah, but..."

Natsuki: “Then take it home! Just be careful with it.”

Mickey: “Um-!”

Mickey: “I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

Mickey: “My room is really messy, and so is my backpack, so it would probably get wrinkled.”

Natsuki: “Ah!”

“She snatches it from my hand.” 

Natsuki: “Alright, I’ll take care of it.”

Natsuki: “You slob!”

“She’s teasing.”

Mickey: “We can read it together now.”

Natsuki: “Yeah-”

Monika: “Hey you two! C’mon!”

“We hurry over.”

“Alright! It’s time to share my poem!”

“I’m going to make sure to not zone out this time! I can’t wait!”

Monika: "Okay, everyone!"

Monika: "We're all done reading each other's poems, right?"

“....uh….?”

“Wait…WHAT?!” 

“But….But I…”

“How could I have zoned out again?!”

“I wouldn’t! I’d never!”

“HOW?!”

Sayori: “Mickey..?”

“I hear Sayori distantly, but I’m too mad.”

Mickey: “Ugh! Dammit!”

“I throw my paper down on the floor.”

Sayori: “Eh? M-Mickey?!”

“She rushes over to me. I sink into a desk, head in my hands.”

“Dammit…why?”

“I really wanted to hear everyone’s poems. And see how they reacted to mine.”

Sayori: “Mickey, are you okay?”

“Sayori stares at me worriedly. The other girls also look worried.” Natsuki: “Hey…you okay?”

Yuri: “D-do you need some water? I’ll go get some.”

“She hurries out of the room.”

Monika: “Sayori, is he alright?”

“....It’s not fair.” 

“I wanted to read her poem.”

“I wanted her to read mine!”

“I wanted to know what she thought.”

“Yuri comes back in with the water. She pours me a cup.”

Yuri: “Here.”

“I take it and drink. Sayori’s kneeling next to me, hand on my arm.”

Monika: “Are you feeling better, Mickey?”

“I nod.”

Mickey: “I’m fine.”

“I’m lying, of course. And Sayori can tell. She frowns, but doesn’t bring it up.”

Natsuki: “What happened?”

Mickey: “....stuff.”

Natsuki: “Dang.”

“I think she was trying to make me grin, but it doesn’t work.”

Natsuki: “Sorry…”

“She mutters.”

Mickey: “Go ahead, Monika. I’m just gonna stay sitting.”

“Sayori looks at me.”

Mickey: “Go on, Sayori. I just need to breathe.”

“Sayori nods and walks to the front, reluctantly.”

Nasuki: "So, is this about the festival?"

Monika: "Well, sort of~"

“....ha.”

“I want to go home.”

“I wish I could zone out right now….”

“....”

“Before I know it, I already have.”

“I’m standing outside of the school. The club’s already dismissed.”

“I vaguely remember something about a poetry citation for the festival.”

Sayori: “You ready to go, Mickey?”

“She’s still speaking gently to me. I guess she can tell that I’m still down.”

“I nod.”

“We start walking home.”

Sayori: “I think you should hang out with Yuri sometime.”

Sayori: “You’re both pretty shy. I think you could draw each other out of your shells!”

Mickey: “Mm.”

Sayori: “...I’m going to take that as a yes.”

Mickey: “Ok.”

“I’m so out of it. We walk home in silence.”

“Maybe I should say something.”

Mickey: “Sayori….”

Mickey: “....”

Mickey: “I’ve been feeling weird lately.”

Mickey: “Braver. And I keep zoning out more.”

Mickey: “I’m worried….”

“Sayori looks at me. She’s worried too.”

Sayori: “Do you think you’re sick?”

Mickey: “Yeah….could be….”

Mickey: “But I can’t afford to miss school while I try to get better.”

Mickey: “I can’t take time off for mental health stuff.”

Mickey: “And this doesn’t seem physical.”

Mickey: “You know that….”

“The air gets heavy and quiet.”

Mickey: “You…you don’t think….”

Sayori: “N-no! Of course not!”

Sayori: “Everything’s fine, alright?”

Sayori: “Everything’s gonna be fine…”

Sayori: “.....”

Sayori: “Mickey…”

Sayori: “I promise I’ll protect you, no matter what.”

“She takes my hand and smiles bravely.”

Sayori: “We’ll be safe.”

“We arrive at our houses, and split apart.”

Mickey: “Wait! Sayori!”

Sayori: “Huh?”

Mickey: “Do we have to write a poem for tomorrow? I don’t remember.”

Sayori: “Oh. We do.”

Mickey: “Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“We wave, and go home.”

“I lay in my bed and stare up at the ceiling.”

“.....”

“Fuck off.”

“Fuck off!”

“I’m tired of you!”

“So fuck off!”

“...where is all this coming from?”

“You can’t control me. You can’t hurt me.”

“All you can do is scare me.”

“What are you gonna do? Kill me?”

“Ha! Try it!”

“....I don’t understand. Why do I feel so….powerful?”

“You can’t hurt me. You’re NOT EVEN—”

Mickey: “Gasp!”

Mickey: “Cough, cough!”

“...What?”

“Why do I feel so strange?”

“Am I dreaming?”

“...You could never understand what I’ve been through.”

“But I’ll tell you one thing.”

“I’m not going to lose.”

“If you’re against me, then I will destroy you.”

“You will die.”

“And everyone else will get a happy ending.”

[kxllerblond]

"What about my face says 'let's share our secrets'?" / logan

❝ Oh, I don't think you actually want me to answer that. ❞ Clark could be such an infuriating little thing. As much as he fought against the typecast, he truly did behave like that obnoxious devil on one's shoulder sometimes. Far too mischievous and smart-mouthed for anyone's own good.

He looks up from where he'd been resting his cheek in his palm and straightens. Both brows arch and his head cocks just a tad to the side. All that was missing was some scummy, patronizing smile.

❝ Darling, relax. If I found your deep and dark secrets to be anything of actual substance...I'd be selling them, not just freely sharing them. ❞

[opalthea]

hello and lovely day to xiao's one and only partner miss esther!! how are u doing today? random inbox moment, hope u don't mind heh anyways i don't know if its already Halloween for u but TRICK OR TREAT >:D question for u: do u celebrate Halloween? if so, what type of Halloween tradition do u think u and ur faves would do? mayhaps xiao enjoys the thrill of trick-or-treating..... hmnnn.....

It's passed Halloween by the time I received this, but you've wished it on the correct date hehe. Thank you, but I suppose I should be telling YOU that, because I don't celebrate the spooky month 😔. Happy Halloween to you, miss Mhie! Thank you for coming by ❤️

But I love the ideas and prompts that come from the traditions of Halloween, hehe. I figure that most of my faves would dress up to match me or each other, but there would be a limit to how extravagant their costumes are 👀. Like Xiao, say if I were to dress up as a witch, he'd be my black cat. If I were a werewolf, he'd be my vampire. Scaramouche would be the same, except a little over-the-top mostly to show off to everyone else about how much better your matching couple outfits are. Venti would insist on something like the angel-devil couple costumes hehe, he's just the kind who likes the mischievous outlook.

I will be honest, all genshin men (except Baizhu and Zhongli) are my faves, it's just that Xiao solos them all HAHA. Baizhu because I don't have any interest in him so far, and Zhongli because he's just too.. bland for me. I like him, but not enough to simp over him. So feel free to brainrot about the other male characters; my inbox welcomes it all! ^^

And oh, Scaramouche would definitely give you all the treats you'd want after you're done going out with him hehe!! He's just that whipped in the inside 🙄

[veeveex3]

Just The Two of Us (Idia Shroud x gn!reader)

Tags: fluff, hurt / comfort, crack (?), miscommunication trope (derogatory), my attempt at perspective shifting and humor, idia slander /lh (idk why I bullied him sm in this chapter lolol)

Word Count: 3602

It's been a week since your last date with Idia and you're starting to believe that he's lost interest in you. However, Idia is insecure from what has happened on said date. Luckily, you're both able to clear each other's misconceptions.

AN: hhhhhh i'm sorry this took so longggg i just knew what I wanted to right but not how to write it, y'know. also i wanted to take a break from writing longer fics since I wrote the last one in the middle of the night (as if i'm not doing that again-)

You lay awake in bed. It's 1 am, the air is cool and the only noises you can hear are the trees shaking outside and Grim's little snores. You should, theoretically, be asleep right now. But your worries keep you up.

It's been about a week since your first, and seemingly last date with Idia Shroud. The boy you've had a crush on for so long. The boy you've been close friends with for even longer. And he hasn't talked to you since. You thought he hated you for that date. Maybe it was because you knew of his anxiety and still made him go outside. Maybe it was because you kicked him too much while playing that arcade game. Maybe it-

Your thoughts are luckily silenced by the bright light coming from your phone. You glance over at the notification. Speak of the devil.

Sans: hey you up?

You were annoyed by how nonchalant he seemed despite trying to avoid you for the past week but your desire to be closer to him was stronger than any resentment you had for the boy.

You: no lol

Sans: oh (╥﹏╥)

Sans: im sorry for waking you

Sans: forgot normies needed their sleep

Sans: ill let you sleep

You: no it's fine. i was just joking

Sans: ಠ︵ಠ

You: so, did you wanna talk about something?

There was silence for a few moments. Maybe he really was mad at you; you would think if the constant flickering of ellipses at the bottom of your screen had anything to say for it.

Sans: just wanted to ask you something (´-﹏-`；)

You: and this couldn't wait until morning??

Sans: yes

Sans: i wanna see you again

Sans: in person

Sans: i miss you

Sans: i really do

Your heart tightened with a multitude of different feelings. On one hand, you were upset because he could've spoken up about this beforehand. On the other hand, you would feel really bad to get mad at him if he was serious. And on a separate hand that swatted the other two away, you just wanted to hold your firey little shut in so bad!

You: you better not be lying y'know!

Sans: im not!!!

You: good, cuz i miss you too dumbass

Sans: (≧▽≦)

Sans: wait dumbass?!?!

If you were mad before, that feeling was swiftly filled with amusement. You tried to keep your laughter in, so as not to wake Grim, who was still peacefully sleeping at the edge of your bed. Feeling mischievous, you decided to tease Idia.

You: so, you wanna see me so bad huh???

Sans: ye?

Sans: if it's about me being distant for the past week, ikik

Sans: id rather talk about it in person though

Sans: i don't wanna talk about it over text and have you not believe me and get a bad end!

Your nerves started to grow again. You two didn't even start dating yet and he wanted to break up?! Hopefully this was just a misunderstanding on your behalf but given how tired and already upset you were before, it was hard to think rotationally.

You: k. how about we meet up tomorrow? or today ig

Sans: SO SOON?!?!

You were confused by his response. Clearly if he wanted you two to stay friends then he'd want to have this conversation earlier than later.

You: yeah, why not??

Sans: alright alright fineee

Sans: just dont come super early

Sans: maybe around 12 or something

You: sure. see you

You hoped your texts didn't come off as too bitter but honestly, you just really didn't want the relationship you two started to end so quickly. With that text, you tried to go back to bed.

°*~*°*~*°*~*°*~*°*~*°

Idia: alright

Idia: night

Idia dropped his phone on his desk and plopped his face in his hands. Your texts seemed dryer than usual, you didn't respond back to his good night text telling him he should go to bed as you usually would, and you wanted to see him this soon?! Idia's leg began to bounce as he bit his lip in frustration. He should really clean up his room now. Yeah he would have less time to grind in the newest MMORPG he started playing but it's the price he had to pay for you not to call him a disgusting NEET.

Idia got up from his chair to stretch. His lips positioned themselves into his usual frown as he checked his phone to see if you replied.

.*♡Prefect♡*.: sure. see you

That was the last message you sent to him.

"Of course they're upset at me still" Idia thought to himself, "I mean, I did avoid them for the past couple of days." Since he didn't go to school in person, he spent 90% of his time in his room. Even then, he wouldn't respond to your texts.

.*♡Prefect♡*.: hey! how are you today??

.*♡Prefect♡*.: is everything alright??

.*♡Prefect♡*.: are you upset?

Of course he wasn't upset at you, you miracle given to him by the Great Seven themselves! Why would he be? You're nice to him, your patient, you care about his needs more than he did, you let him kiss you on the cheek-

Idia let out a long, pitiful sigh. He leaned against his desk chair, forehead digging deeper and deeper into the headrest. He wanted to kiss you again. Hell, he would give up almost anything to kiss you properly. But he knew he wouldn't be able to. I mean, yeah you took him out on a date, sure. But why would you, the nicest, sweetest, most precious, and most attractive person be ok with him kissing you, let alone on the lips.

He slowly picked himself up from his chair. I mean, his room isn't going to pick itself up!

"I just really hope they're not mad at me" Idia muttered to himself, "I really do."

°*~*°*~*°*~*°*~*°*~*°

Noon came and you found yourself pacing at Idia's door. Unknown to you, Idia was exhausted from cleaning his room all night and loathing all morning. And unknown to Idia, you were fiddling with the hem of your shirt, thinking that Idia wanted to end your relationship seemingly as soon as it started.

You hesitantly knocked on the door. You heard a soft yelp from the other side followed by a couple small crashes.

"H-hold on a second!" You heard Idia yell from the other side. "And don't startle me like that!" A moment later, the door unlocked and Idia peeked through the crack as he normally did.

"Did you really have to knock that loud?" His voice was soft but still had the air of annoyance you were used to. You nodded you head with a stupid smirk on your face, to which the boy rolled his eyes and opened the door for you.

His room was a lot cleaner than it usually was: his bed was neatly made, any wrappers and boxes were either thrown out or neatly put away, and the cords that were usually littered across the floor were tucked away under his PC. You have Idia a dramatic shocked face while looking at his room and back at him.

"Are you sure this is your room?!" you teased, "It's so clean! And I can barely smell the usual burnt hot pocket stench in here!" Idia lightly bonked you on the head for that remark, causing you to dramatically wince in pain.

"I do clean up here every once in a while, you know? You thought I just never cleaned?" Again, you nodded aggressively to his question. Idia sighed at you and plopped down on his bed. You walked up to his bed to do the same before you stopped yourself. The boy pouted as he noticed you standing in front of his bed still and ever-so-gently patted the spot next to him.

"Y-you don't have to ask permission to sit on my bed. I don't… mind." You did as he said and sat down next to him.

The next couple of minutes were met with silence. Occasionally, one of you two would open your mouths to speak only to be met with silence. Before the last couple of weeks, you and Idia would be a lot more relaxed around each other. Time spent in his room would mainly consist of Idia playing games or working at his desk while you would annoy him while sitting on his desk. What you would give to go back to bombard Idia with requests to pay attention to you just to show him a stupid meme or play the vibe boom sound affect to annoy him. It was like you were two different people now.

"So," you finally spoke up, "what'd you wanna talk about in person?" That question was so simple but hit Idia like a truck. He'd been rehearsing how to talk to you about this but fell short at the task at hand. His mind went blank as he stuttered, fiddling with his hands as he grew more uneasy knowing you were looking at him so intently. He took in a sigh.

"I'm really sorry." Idia trembled as he spoke. He brought his knees up to his face, hiding it and any potential tears that might come out.

"For what?" you asked. You hoped it was for him not responding to your messages for the past week but that didn't seem to be the case since he wouldn't necessarily need to apologize to you in person for that.

"For the date. I was really lousy and anxious and a burden, y'know? And I even had the audacity to…" he paused for a second, burying himself deeper into his knees, "kissing you, in the photo booth." Idia wiped any loose tears on his pants and looked at you to see your response. Surprisingly to him, you had the most deadpan face he's ever seen from you.

"Are you deadass?"

"Y-yeah? Did I say something wrong? Was that not a proper apology for you? You want me to grovel at my knees, begging you for my forgiveness and give you all of my possession?" Idia yelped again as he saw how your face looked somehow even more annoyed. He swore he was about to throw up right then and there. You stood up from the bed to stand right in front of him.

"H-hey, what're you-"

SMACK

Both of your hands held Idia's cheeks as he winced in pain.

"You have to be one of the smartest yet stupidest people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting!" You began to smush his face together as he spoke. "I've known you for about a good year now. I've been friends with you for about a good year now. And I've liked you, ROMANTICALLY, for a long while now!"

"R-really?!" Idia looked at you with a dumbstruck expression. You squished his face closer together in response, kneeling down to his eye level.

"Yes, really. And I went on a date with you. I had so much fun that day. Hell, I even kissed you before too and you seemed to enjoy that quite a bit!" Idia grew flustered in your hold. You wondered whether or not he was a robot too, given how much he was seemingly malfunctioning.

"Well- that's because- you know, I-" The more Idia failed to speak the warmer and pinker he became; which was good news for you because you found that shit adorable. You were only teasing him but finding out he really did enjoy your little forehead peck filled your heart by tenfold. But now wasn't the time for gushing over how cute the humanized fireball was. You gently removed your hands from Idia's face and held his hand in yours, placing them on his lap.

"Idia, I'm not upset at you for the date. If anything, I'm more upset that you ignored me for a week since you were probably sulking the whole time." Oof, you hit the nail right on the head.

Idia shrank into himself, feeling even worse about himself. He trembled, trying to hold back his tears. He wasn't considering the fact that you enjoyed spending time with him. He was so used to only Ortho wanting to spend time with him and caring about him. Having a whole human being who wasn't his brother enjoyed his presence so much that they missed the absence of it filled him with overwhelming emotions. Then, you pulled him in for a loose yet gentle embrace, and he cracked.

He brought you in closer, shoving his face in the crook of your shoulder to hide the sniffles and whimpers. You gently rubbed small circles against his back and he trembled more from how hard he was holding back sobbing aggressively into your shoulder.

°*~*°*~*°*~*°*~*°*~*°

Idia began to calm down in your touch, but soon got up to wipe his tear-stained face.

"So," you began to speak, causing the boy to jump, "should I leave now?" You didn't want to leave so soon, all you wanted was to hang out with your favorite gamer boy. However, from what he had displayed earlier, you thought it would be best for him to cool off on his own.

"Wait, no!" Idia realized how loud and desperate he sounded. He began to mentally curse himself for that. "I- I mean, if you'd like to leave you can. But I'm also fine with you staying too."

"Alright, then I guess I'm staying for the night then." You thought it would be best to go back to Ramshackle dorm and pick up some stuff if you were going to do so.

"W-wait- what- h-huh?!" Idia rushed towards you in confusion. He had a bunch of questions to ask at once such as "Why are you leaving?", "Why are you staying overnight?", "Do you wanna sleep in my bed? With me in it?" "Am I dreaming???"

"Well, I thought now's a better time than ever to make up for the time you ignored me for the past week. Plus, I have to get stuff from my room like pajamas and snacks." You moved towards him, poking his chest to get his attention. "That is, unless you have some spare clothes you can lend me instead?"

He was gonna start crying again if you kept this up. He's not at a high enough level to unlock your SSR tier costume! He was just hoping that this limited-time event was gonna get a rerun.

"Well then, I'm going back to my dorm now. See you in a bit!"

"See you…" Idia shut his door as you ran back to Ignihyde's dorm mirror. He cursed himself for ever thinking of ignoring you for so long if this is what the consequences would've been.

You came back with a backpack's worth of stuff, in addition to a small bag of snacks and bottled water.

"What's the bag for?" Idia inquired.

"Well, since we're probably gonna be staying in your room for the rest of the day, I thought I might as well get us some food to eat." Idia's eyes widened, realizing the last thing he ate was a half-leftover bag of gummy worms last night before he started cleaning. How he's still alive amazes the both of you.

You set down your backpack at the edge of Idia's bed and the bag of snacks on his desk. You tried to pick snacks that weren't just sweets given Idia's shit diet that seemed to consist mainly of candy and energy drinks. You make a mental note to order something with vegetables for dinner. One snack in particular catches your eye though.

"Hey, Idia" you call out to him. He hums in response, also checking out the snacks in your bag. "Wanna watch a couple movies?" You grab a bag of popcorn chips and shake it at him.

"Sure" he replies, trying hard not to focus too hard on how hungry the popcorn chips make him, "I can boot up a couple on my laptop." Idia went to grab his laptop while you went to make a pillow nest on the floor.

"Do you really have to put all of my stuff on the floor?" Idia complained as you began to add one of his bean bag chairs in the nest.

"Would you rather sit and cuddle on the bed?" Idia flushed at the mix of tease and sincerity in your voice as he shook his head. You chuckled as you continued to work on your nest, making it big enough for the two of you to fit without making it too small so as not to make things too uncomfortable. The two of you plopped in your creation, pulling a blanket over your laps.

"What do you wanna watch?" Idia asked.

"I wanna watch something stupid."

"Huh, why's that?"

"The shittier the movie, the funnier it is to laugh at how much money the producers wasted."

"Fair enough." Idia chuckled as he went looking for a bad movie to watch.

As he was looking, you decided to sneak glances at the boy in question. His hair was put in a high ponytail, likely from when he was cleaning his room last night. His lips were slightly agape and occasionally wetted by his tongue. He was wearing his long-sleeved black and blue undershirt, black sweatpants, and uncharacteristic purple cat print socks. You bit your lip unconsciously; realizing how creepy that would have seemed, you pried your eyes away from him. You felt a slight tap on your shoulder, causing you to jump.

"Is this one ok?" He pointed to the screen, showing the description for a movie called "The Velocipastor". You failed to hold in your laughter reading it, leading Idia to laugh as well and start the movie. Some time passed as the two of you watched the movie while making snarky commentary on it.

"Why did the pimp even kill the main character's parents anyways?" You ask, reaching for another popcorn chip.

"I dunno. Maybe it's because most media protagonists need to have at least one dead parent to add to their tragic backstory. Imagine this movie as a shounen anime lmao." The two of you started laughing hysterically at the thought. You had to rewind just so you wouldn't miss anything.

As you went to grab more of your chips, you realized the bag was empty. Your hand went to grab another snack from your snack bag as your hand brushed Idia's. He was quick to pull his hand away, but placed his hand on the bag after you got your new snack. His golden eyes glanced at your hands every once in a while, you couldn't help but smile at how obvious he was being.

You slowly placed your hand on top of Idia's. His hand was large and slightly cool. It was rough likely due to how much he deals with machinery. His fingernails were visibly chewed on while his knuckles were boney and prominent. You began to rub over his hand with your thumb, causing the boy to let out a soft sigh. He quickly cleared his throat and rewound the movie once again. You looked over at the clearly flustered boy and chuckled at how cute he was being. The noticable pink tips of his fiery hair would be the death of him.

°*~*°*~*°*~*°*~*°*~*°

Over the course of the night, the two of you watched four shitty movies, had dinner, and had a bunch of fun. After dinner though, you grew sleepy, having only so much energy left. You would slowly start falling asleep only to jolt yourself awake every couple of minutes. That was until Idia stopped the movie you were currently watching and closed his laptop.

"Why'd you stop the movie?" You tried to wipe as much sleep from your eyes as you could.

"Because you need to go to bed" Idia replied, getting up to put everything away, "A normie like you can't stay up for very long, y'know?" You pouted at his teasing, knowing he wasn't exactly lying. It was getting pretty late and your body was getting heavy from drowsiness. You huffed as you made a makeshift bed on the floor and lied down.

"Good night." You yawned, "Don't let the bed bugs bite."

"Night" Idia muttered, trying to grab a pillow for his bed. As he went to pull the pillow away, your hand grabbed gently at his sleeve, tugging it with just as much strength. His heart tightened from your display. He knew he'd regret it later but he'd have to be a new brand of evil to resist your sleepy charm.

Idia lied down next to you. As he did, he studied your face as he briefly noticed you did to him earlier. Every part of you was perfect to him: your parted lips, you gently fluttering eyelashes, your soft snores. He was so glad to have such a nice CG to go to sleep looking at. He knew he'd have the sweetest dreams from this.

You stirred a bit, causing Idia to turn around away from you, just in case his face creeped you out. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he felt a slight push against his back. Turning slowly as not to disturb you, he found you trying to tuck yourself into his back. He turned back again to face you and pressed his forehead against your temple.

"Sweet dreams."

[sukirichi]

a thing or two (m.)

tutor geto has a thing or two to teach you.

cw. oral sex (f and m receiving), lube, unprotected sex, sweet! geto, halloween setting so priest! geto, age gap, slight body worship, fingering, overall romantic sex, kitchen counter sex, dirty talk, lots of kissing, mutual masturbation, intoxication, pwp, unedited as always eep

note. for my right boob @sixeyesgojo​ my first ever geto fic and i hope it’s to your liking...writing this with a frozen arm and numb fingers weeeee, i almost became a geto simp.

Halloween festivals have never felt livelier in the city. People dressed up in various outfits milled about the events place, your drink nearly sloshing on the ground the more they bumped into you. 

Bass and music boosted from the large speakers smack in the middle of the grounds, and everyone danced to their heart’s content, you and your friends a huge inclusion to the crowd.

You don’t really go out to parties that much. Hell, you don’t even drink.

But after numerous encouragements from your friends, you’re now dressed in she-devil skin-tight black dress, black lipstick, and red horns placed on your head. It’s hard not to feel confident and sexy – the kick of the liquor is settling down as well – when you’ve got human eyes, vampiric red eyes, ghoul sclera lenses and even a fucking Cyclops eye turning your way.

You’re excitedly grinding against your friends, the whoops and cheers mixing in with slurred mumbles of the lyrics.

The night is young and so are you. 

This may have been your third or fourth drink, you don’t really know, but probably some way along the second since you’re not really hammered. You’re somewhat sober enough to feel large hands gripping your hips, a protest of not tonight, Dracula about to leave your lips when you come face to face with a face you never thought you would see here.

Clad in a long black cloak, a silver cross hung around his neck, his dark hair in a neat bun and black earrings a perfect completion to the hauntingly stunning look he pulled off, your throat ran dry.

“Sir Geto?”

“Hey, it’s you,” your tutor spoke up with unmasked interest, his curious eyes trailing down your revealing outfit…the way your dress hugged all your curves and how your breasts are practically popping from your top. Geto smirked, “And please, we’re not studying at home, just call me Geto. Surprised to see you here.”

“Well, it’s Halloween, would be a shame if I didn’t go out,” laughing nervously, you found yourself acting out of habit as you twirled a strand of hair to your finger. “I’m surprised to see you here. I thought you’d have work.”

“Nah, the boys and I are free for tonight,” he answered with a grin, nodding to where his friends – a really tall white haired man and a bored blond who looks like he’s ready to leave anytime – dancing and drinking at the corner. Geto must’ve felt your unnecessary prolonged stare at his attractive friends for he’s pulling you closer again, not sexually or even hidden with motives, but because it’s hard to hear each other through the music.

“Hey, do you wanna dance?” Nodding, you waved goodbye to your friends. They didn’t really notice considering they’re way too hammered and occupied dancing with others. Surely, they wouldn’t notice your little escapade.

Geto’s warm hands leads you somewhere out the bar and into the open grounds, where cups are already littered on the grass and people are drunkenly shaking their ass to everything and everyone.

It’s a ridiculous sight that has both you and Geto laughing.

“So…you liking the festival so far?”

“It’s…pretty fun,” you admit and loop your arms around him with ease. Normally, you wouldn’t be doing this. 

He may not be your actual professor or teacher, but he’s still a family friend of your friend who’s been tutoring you for the past semester and is basically the only reason you can endure math. Granted, he’s always been deadly attractive, but you’ve never really been affected by it, not up this close, anyway.

But you’re most definitely closer now, and Geto’s forehead is pressed against yours as he sways you both side to side.

“My first time drinking and I feel so light,” Geto hums at your slightly intoxicated eyes, his grin turning gummy when your curious hands trail up his robes to experimentally grope his pecs.

“First time, huh? We’ll I’ll be here to hold you up if you feel dizzy.”

“Thanks,” you beamed up at him. Geto, albeit being at least seven years older, feels so youthful that you’re not really bothered by the age gap. Again, it could be the alcohol, but he feels so warm, so nice, that you lean back to survey him this time around. “You look great, by the way, though you’re dressed up as…”

Geto rolls his eyes before you can finish.

“I know, the priest costume looks weird, but we found it pretty funny so here I am.”

“No, no, it looks great,” you wave off, your smile freezing on your face when a nostalgic song starts to blast through the speakers. In your head, in your head! “Zombies by the Cranberries. A classic.”

Geto’s hands snake around your waist before they hover over your ass, his eyes mischievous and slanted as he mumbles, “It’s a great song to dance with a perfect little devil with.”

You don’t know who leaned it first.

Not like it mattered, when Geto tasted strongly of strawberry flavored bear and cheesecake. An odd combination, even more so with his spicy cologne, but it only has you pulling you in closer to him.

He’s such a great kisser. Legs turned to jelly, knees weakening and lips locking in rhythm to the beat – it feels like it’s just the two of you in that moment. Geto smiles through the kiss, tongue prodding your lips to open before you’re gasping for air. Your attempt to regain air back to your lungs is cut off when Geto leans closer to slip his tongue inside your mouth, greedily sucking on it until you’re moaning in his arms.

Soon enough, you’re both holding on to each other to the point you might as well be fucking openly.

Geto is cupping your cheeks as he excitedly kisses you, his smiles intoxicating and the bubbling laughter he lets out much like music to your ears.

“Yo, Geto, are you sure about this? She looks like a minor, dude,” one of his friends speak up, and that’s when you see his white haired friend – who has extremely azure eyes that you can’t tell whether it’s contacts or not – crossing his arms on his chest, though his amused smirk said otherwise.

If anything, the guy is only suggestive, wiggling his brows up and down as he puts his fingers into a V shape, his tongue poked out.

You snort at his gestures, and just like how Geto did before, he turns your cheeks towards him again, his gaze feral and wanting. “I assure you,” Geto murmurs over your lips, “She’s not.” Eyes wide and all attention to him the way he wants, Geto’s smirk is cunning before he leans down to capture your lips in another heated kiss.

Stumbling back to his apartment turned out to be a lot more challenging. With the urgent need to relieve each other of this burning in your cores, you and Geto have made out everywhere, hands kneading each other’s skin until you fall awkwardly at his bed.

There’s no time to worry about it though. Not when he’s eagerly unbuttoning his robe, his dark hair messed up and a few strands shielding his eyes that glimmer when you struggle to squeeze out of your dress. He helps you get it off before he hovers over you, knocking your knee with his to make you fall open. You’re left completely vulnerable and naked under his predatory gaze, large hands smoothing over your skin – from your ankle, up to your thighs and the dips in your body, before he settles right above your breasts, nipples hard between his fingers.

“Fuck, you look stunning,” he praises, biting his lip at the same time you drunkenly giggle. “Bet you taste perfect too.”

“Only one way to find out, then.”

“Come here,” Get growls and rips off your panties, your half-hearted protests completely missed in his haze of pleasure. Upon seeing you bare for him, wet and pussy lips glistening, Geto groans deep in his chest. “Such a pretty pussy. Shoulda fucked you a long time ago when we were alone for so many hours,” curling his upper lip, he begins to settle down between your legs, peering up from you under his lashes as he teasingly blows air over your core that has you shivering. “I could’ve taught you so many more things, don’t you think?”

“Careful there, father, wouldn’t want you to sin tonight.”

“Oh no, you don’t get to do that to me tonight, sweetheart,” he laughs evilly, joined by you afterwards at the little teasings. “You’re a little devil and I’m nothing but a mortal man. Of course I’d fall to the consequences of my sinful desires.”

Sitting up with your elbows resting on the mattress, you tug him by his cross, hard. “Here’s your one way ticket to hell then,” you dared, letting your legs spread wider and pushing his head down. Geto inhales sharply when the tip of his nose nudges your clit, drawing out a shuddered moan from you. “Feast for yourself.”

“Hmm, you’re a whole ass fucking meal, baby,” he marveled, giving little teasing bites on your inner thigh that you’re sure would leave a mark. “I’m going to devour you.”

Geto isn’t kidding.

You clearly undermined him, or perhaps you knew all along what he could do and you just wanted to bring out this side for him, because riled up Geto who was excitedly sucking on your clit like a man starved had you seeing stars in the whites of his ceiling.

“Hnggrr, G-Geto, fuck!”

“Yeah, you like that?” he chuckles from your pussy, the vibrations of it sending electricity jolting down deep to your core. Geto begins to trail down, his tongue playfully poking your entrance as slick coats his muscle and cheeks, licking and kissing everywhere that you actually find it hard to keep quiet. Narrowing your eyes at him – and you wished you didn’t, because you’ve never seen a more lewd sight before – you slap your palm over your mouth, the only thing keeping your legs apart the strong grip he had on you. “Don’t be shy, babe. We’ve got the whole place to ourselves tonight. Scream as loud as you want. Let the neighbors hear how good I’m fucking you.”

“Y-you’re so lewd, fuck-” you announce, but the sounds of your squelching being sucked by his eager, unquenched self is even more lewd. “Geto, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Geto just pushes you over the edge, ignoring the way your thighs are shaking and you’re pushing him away once the overstimulation becomes too much to handle. You giggle when he sighs at not being able to eat you out anymore, but his glistening face is a lot more arousing than entertaining. Struggling to catch your breath, Geto smirks at how easily you’ve come undone, groaning as he wipes your juices with his thumb and licking his lips afterwards. He bends forward as he stares at you the whole while, slipping his digit through your mouth in a silent demand for you to taste yourself.

Never pulling away from holding his gaze, you wrap your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue and sucking just hard enough that he absentmindedly humps the air.

“You okay? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Shut up. You literally ate my soul out,” you stare at the trail of saliva connected to his finger, the image so fucking dirty yet arousing that you begin to clench around nothing. Meanwhile, Geto’s biceps flex as he runs his hand through his hair, and that’s when you see he’s so rock hard that he probably feels uncomfortable. “Do you want me to…?”

“You don’t have to. It’s okay.”

“Seriously, Geto, you’re declining an offer to get your dick sucked?”

“I mean, I’m not against it but-” you shove his boxers down and immediately take him into your mouth, no foreplay at all, and your teeth graze his dick as you do so. Geto’s hips sutter forward in a knee-jerk movement he almost falls down on his bed, but catches him on the last second to not crush you. He ogled at your cock-stuffed mouth and puffy cheeks, his breaths sharp from the pleasure he’s receiving. “Sh-shit, not so fast, baby. I don’t want to cum like this.”

“Hmm.”

Staring up at him innocently, Geto closes his eyes and runs his finger through your locks, slightly bucking his hips deeper into your mouth. Even in his euphoria, Geto is careful to let you go at your own pace, though his self-controls falter a little bit the moment you fondle his balls.

His eyes snap open. Teeth bared and belly flexing, you keep rendering him frozen with how you take him in deeper until his hair is tickling your nose, cheeks sucked in and hollow as you slide his cock along your warm walls. “Oh, fuck, you’re really a fucking devil, right there, yeah,” he hisses, taking a handful of your hair so he could get a better look at you. “Well, who would’ve thought? Always seemingly so innocent. Who knew you could suck dick like this?”

“You like it,” you tease while pumping his shaft up and down and giving kitten licks to the head, where Geto smirks at you.

“Yeah, I love it,” he corrects, his cock twitching on your dainty hands that look so tiny in comparison to his girth. “But no way I’m coming tonight anywhere than your pussy,” Geto pushes you back down on the bed where he showers you with heated kisses, wrists pinned under his grip and hickeys left everywhere on your neck. His sticky fingers trail down your skin to finger you, the sensation too much, too good, too wrong, and that thought alone that’s been drumming into you as the intoxication fades away make you both pause.

“I-I…”

“It’s okay, just relax,” he reassures, withdrawing his fingers that can’t get past your pussy that has now tightened the minute he touched you down there. Geto sends you another approving glance before he pumps his shaft and up down, aligning it with your entrance and kissing you flat on the lips the whole time. “I’ll put it in, okay? Tell me if anything hurts.”

“Hey, hey. Breathe,” he cups your cheek while looking deep into your eyes, though that slight pinch on his forehead let you know he experienced the same discomfort.

Geto must’ve realized both of you aren’t getting anywhere tonight because soon, he’s falling back to this side, eyeing your pussy with longing and lust before his arm lands over his face.  “Well… Maybe not tonight.”

“Geto,” you begin, turning on your side in hopes of easing the pained frown on his face. “I’m so sorry…”

“Hey, it’s fine, really, don’t worry about it,” he blinks at you and rests back on the pillows, his hand already wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock where the tip is leaking. “Let me just relieve myself. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.”

You don’t know what you’re expecting, but definitely not for him to jack off right beside you. You watch; perplexed, awed, undeniably aroused as he holds your gaze, his jaw clenched and accentuating his sharp features more from the movement. Geto is absolutely shameless as he fucks his own fist that is cum-stained, beads of white pre-cum coating his incredibly thick shaft with thick veins.

It’s so wrong yet so fucking hot that you can’t help but do the same.

Sneaking your fingers down to your kitty, you rub your clit and bite your lip, pleasuring yourself the same way he does. Geto exhales in wonder from watching you masturbate, his muscles ripping and arm so buff, you wonder why he hasn’t folded you in half yet.

Oh right, you’re too anxious to ever have his dick inside you, yet you’re shamelessly rubbing circles in your clit. Spreading your pussy lips open, you slide your fingers down and collect your juices, gasping right beside Geto who’s angrily pumping his dick.

Geto suddenly leans back on his calves to stare at your pussy and jacks off, catching some cum from your pussy lips which makes you giggle in surprise, but he comes back to fisting himself. The eroticism of your actions pushed you both to the edge until the both of you came, his dick softening and his cum shooting all over your thighs.

“God, you’re so sexy, I could stare at you all day.”

“That was…”

“Yeah,” he breathes out in stuttered chuckles, throwing a leg over the bed as he stands to hs full naked, cum-stained glory. “Hey, I’ll clean you up. Do you want something to drink or eat? A glass of water, maybe?”

“That sounds great.”

Geto comes back with a shirt of a rock festival and wipes his cum from your stomach, then folds it to wipe your arousal off. He helps you settle inside his oversized shirt that is warm, comfortable, and smells so faintly of him that the exhaustion of tonight’s events is rapidly coming to you.

“Come here. It’s pretty cold tonight,” You gladly cuddle with him, your head laid on top of his buff arm while his free one is wrapped around you.“How’s your studies going? Do you understand math a little better now?”

Despite his innocent queries, his actions are everything but.

His hands are trailing up to slowly to stroke your nipples. Geto thumbs at the hardened peaks before he softly squeezes your breast, letting his hand repeatedly graze over your sensitive nipples as if it’s second nature to him. It turns you on so bad, but you’re exhausted and you’re rubbing your thighs together, sighing and quietly moaning every now and then.

“A-a little, I guess,” you answer, a little bit distracted. He’s modest and no longer aroused (judging from his state inside his boxers), so you try not to start something you’re not prepared to finish. “Hey, Geto, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you more of an ass or boobs person?”

Geto handles the question with ease. “As long as the proportions are right, I like both, and I like yours,” he grins, cupping your boobs in his hand as if to prove a point. Then, he tugs your (his) shirt up just enough to reveal the erect nipples, his eyes narrowed before he sucks lightly on the sides. You gasp at his ministrations but voice no complaints, and neither does he when your nails dig into his arm. “Yours are so beautiful.”

“Flatterer,” you playfully punch his chest, but Geto only chuckles and brings you closer to his chest, his lips warm on top of your forehead. “I’m pretty sleepy…”

“Then sleep. I’ll still be here tomorrow, don’t worry. You’re free to stay as long as you like.”

The next day, Geto is already gone from the room. You’re not worried because one) this is a one night stand with your hot tutor, you’re not supposed to be attached, and two) the smell of pancakes wafting from the slight crack of his door is very much present.

Stretching your arms out, you pad to where Geto is busy flipping pancakes. He’s already dressed comfortably in a white shirt and dark sweats, turning around to smile at you at the sound of your footsteps. “There’s a naked girl in my room? Wow.”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen everything last night.”

Geto doesn’t need to gesture you to come closer to him, you’re already too pulled in by his presence that you’re wrapping an arm around his neck while he kisses you flat on the lips.

“Doesn’t mean I get tired of it,” he teases, lips lingering above yours before he drifts down the crook your neck, voice deep and husky as he greets, “’Morning. Can you pass me the syrup?”

Nodding, you bend over the counter. The syrup is located in the bottom of the pantry and you’re halfway to opening the glass panels when you hear Geto shut off the stove. His hands come to grip on your hips as he grinds his hard cock on your exposed bottom, his lips hovering over your ear. “On second thought…I think I’ll have my meal a little differently.”

“G-Geto.”

“I bought lube while you were asleep. Maybe it’ll make you loosen a little bit?” Geto touches you down there, his eyes glimmering with mischief once he witnesses for himself your state. “You’re already wet babe,” he announces, proudly presenting his wet fingers right before your eyes. “Wait for me.”

Nervously, you fix your shirt and hair as Geto runs to the living room where he pulls out a bottle of lube and discards his shirt somewhere. He wastes no time in lifting you up to the counter where dives between your legs, and you’re tugging at his hair as his tongue eagerly licks your wetness.

“Geto, ah, stop playing around!”

“Wasn’t planning on it, babe, I’m a little impatient,” Geto stands up again to kiss you for a quick second before he grabs the lube and spreads it all over his cock, his fingers experimentally prying your hole open to see if you could take it.

Once his digit slides in with ease, you moan the same time he grins wickedly.

You think he’ll go straight for it but Geto takes his time with you, making sure you’re properly stretched open before he splits you in his half with his cock. He’s really thick, after all, and your tight little cunt needs to adjust well to make sure you enjoy it rather than be in pain. Once satisfied, you pull Geto by the collar and wrap one leg around his waist to bring him closer, gasping when his tip slides between your pussy lips.

Both of you are too lost in a daze of lust to be able to speak properly. One nod from you is all he needs before he’s slipping inside your warm walls, his head falling into the juncture of your neck where he keeps grunting on how good you feel around him.

You can’t help but scratch down his back the deeper he drives his hips, the mere movement of his cock sliding against the bumpy drags of your tissues making you fall apart.

Not a minute later, your shirt is bunched up under your breasts, free for Geto to suck on while he fucks the living daylights out of you. His knuckles turn white from how hard he’s gripping the counter, another hand planted right under your knee to keep your leg spread open for him. You’re moaning openly under him, strings of fuck yeah right there and shit, Geto, you feel so good filling in the early morning air that would’ve been innocent if there weren’t such loud sounds of skin slapping against skin mixing with the chirping birds.

You squeeze Geto’s ass as he plants himself deeper inside you, setting a pace that is both mind-numbing and exhilarating.

It’s hard to believe that just days ago, you’re in the exact same place sharing waffles with him, only you’re studying math and he’s wearing glasses; professional, formal, polite – the exact opposite of the sinful things he’s doing to you right now.

Geto’s grunts are almost choked in your ear as you come hard, walls convulsing and spasming around his thick length.

He immediately pulls out his hard cock to come all over your thighs instead, watching the way your hole clenches around nothing while his slippery dick is smeared and repeatedly slapping your inner thighs. You keep gasping as you ride out your orgasm, thighs burning from the uncomfortable stretch of having one leg propped by him and the other heel planted on the counters. Geto’s moans are deep, sinful, and inherently masculine the whole while he shoots his deep all over you, creating a mess both on the counter and on your skin.

It takes a while before you both regain your breath and composure, with Geto awkwardly pulling his pants up as he laughs along with you. “So…breakfast?”

“Yeah,” you giggled, “I’m famished.”

Safe to say, that morning was spent with not much enough breakfast, but definitely lots of kissing and even more fucking around. Everything Geto said the first time you met him had been proven true – he did have a thing or two to teach you.

[beels-burger-babe]

Of Jealousy and Friendship - Pt. 1

Topic number 2 won in the vote to be written next! So without further-a-do, let’s get going!...This ended up being a two part thing. Oh Well. Here’s part one. - B GN! MC Summary: MC makes a lower demon friend who may secretly be hoping for something more than friendship. The Demon Bros are not about to let this happen. Part Two: Here, Epilogue: Here It all started in magical potions. When you first arrived, the course wasn’t so bad since you took it with Beelzebub. The two of you always partnered up; the hour would consist of you jokingly scolding Beel for trying to eat ingredients and making light hearted jokes with one another whenever the teacher turned their back.  But once the second semester started, Beel was moved out of the course as it had gotten too expensive to keep him in a class where most of the subject matter was edible.  Which left you alone and bored in the classroom as the teacher went on and on about Mandrake roots and what they can be used for. You let out a heavy sigh and plopped your forehead onto the desk.  A soft snort came from beside you. You glanced over to see a demon with his feet propped up on his desk staring right back at you out of the corner of his dark green eyes. He smiled at you with a tilt of his head.  “The lectures are a total snooze fest right? I joined this class cause I thought we’d be making potions and causing stuff to explode. Not sitting here twisting our thumbs all day.” 

You bit back a laugh as you worried glanced over at the professor, who was none-the-wiser to the little conversation the two of you were sharing. You looked back over to the demon. His dark skin caused those hauntingly green eyes of his pop out at all who met his gaze, with carefully trimmed and styled black curls sitting stylishly on the top of his head.  There was a playful and mischievous energy to him that reminded you of Belphie, Asmo and Mammon.  “Unfortunately suffering through this section of class is mandatory to be allowed to mess around with the fun stuff.”  The demon groaned and threw his head back. “Urgh, that’s so unfair. What’s the worst that can happen? The potion explodes and kills us? Newsflash teach, we’re already dead.”  You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out at that one.  “Well actually the worse that could happen, for you at least as I am a very mortal human, is that you’d suffer the consequences from one of the potions. Anything from shrinking to de-aging to charms, all kinds of things. I’ve seen the effects of a potion gone wrong a number of times during my time down here. Trust me; you don’t want to be on the receiving end.”  He looked over at you with an analytical eye as the corners of his lips tilted upwards. “So you’re the human that everyone’s talking about.” He trailed off, and glanced over at the teacher to make sure they weren’t looking before stretching out his hand towards you. “I’m Cane. You know despite being the talk of RAD, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone mention your name?”  You took his hand into your own and lightly shook it. “I’m MC.” 

Cane leaned back into his chair, “It’s a pleasure to finally put a name and face to that glowing reputation of yours, MC. I see your pretty good at this potions thing, and I hear that you’re a lot of fun. How about you meet me downtown for supper later and we can study and get to know each other a little better?”  Your initial instinct was to agree, but then you paused as you thought of the brothers. “I don’t know. I don’t think that Lucifer or the others would like it much if I went out on my own.”  The demon huffed and light heartedly rolled his eyes. “You won’t be alone, you’ll be with me. I may not be as powerful as them, but I’m still a pretty good fighter.” He teasingly placed a gentle punch onto your shoulder, “Besides, it’s not like they’re boss of you. Are you really going to let a bunch of snobby Lords keep you from making the best of your time in the Devildom?”  That last remark hit a nerve. If there was one thing that had spread quite quickly about you around RAD, it was that you were known for being a little reckless, prideful, and never being able to back down from a challenge, and boy did that statement have you itching to prove him wrong.  You smiled, a sharp dangerous smile, at Cane. “I’ll go. And we’re going to do so much more than just go to a lame restaurant and study. You want to have fun and take risks? We’ll have fun and take risks. Whatever you want to do...to a degree,” you added in quickly remembering that you were talking to a demon and if you didn’t implement any boundaries there was no telling what you’d get yourself into, “I’m in.”  Cane’s eyes sparkled as his smile widened. “Damn. I guess it’s true that you’re a bit of dare devil. Alright, you’re on. Meet me at Hell’s Kitchen a 4pm. We’ll study and hit the books as promised, but afterwards...Get ready for the night of your life.”  ***

The brothers were concerned. You had rushed into the House of Lamentation after school and sprinted to your room, changed out of your uniform and promptly shouted that you were “going out” before taking off before any of them could complain.  Mammon had tried to argue that someone should follow you, and while that wasn’t a terrible idea, Lucifer wanted to give you the question of the doubt. Worst case scenario, you come back home a little scratched up and learn your lesson about taking off into the dangers of the Devildom.  At least that’s what he had thought when you had initially left.  It was now bordering midnight, and you had yet to return home.  So yeah, the brothers were very concerned.  Mammon was pacing and ranting about how this all could’ve been avoided if they had only listened to him for once.  Leviathan was trying to distract himself with his game, but everyone could see the worried glances he kept throwing to the entrance and clock as the minutes ticked by.  Satan sat near where Mammon and would occasionally scold or correct him, and sometimes even throw in his own ideas on what could be done while he thumbed through a book on location spells.  Asmodeus was strangely quiet, sitting near the fire by himself with arms wrapped around his torso as he stared into the flames. He would occasionally move a hand to wipe at his face before it went right back to hugging himself.  Beelzebub had lost his appetite. He sat next to Belphie, taking comfort in his twin’s presence, while Belphegor pretended to be unbothered and asleep, even though his mind was racing with the many stupid situations you could’ve gotten yourself into.  And Lucifer...He just sat in a door near the entryway, his eyes fixed on the entrance as he silently waited.  Finally, just as the clock stroke midnight, they could hear your recognizable laugh from behind the door.  “Oh my god! That was incredible! I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun in life!” Leviathan stiffened at the statement, his hands gripping tighter onto his game.  “What did I tell you? I promised you the night of your life, and I sure as Diavolo always make sure to deliver,” everyone froze at the sound of the teasing male voice. “Though I didn’t expect the Seven Lords’ precious human to be a complete bad ass. You were amazing out there.”  Leviathan mumbled something before getting up and leaving the room. Mammon growled lowly and looked at the others, “Anyone know who the hell that is?”  Asmo finally stood, wiping at his face as he did, and began to stride towards the door, “Why don’t we find out?”  Without waiting for a response, Asmodeus swung the door open and pulled on a bright smile as he reached out and wrapped an arm around you. “MC, darling, you didn’t tell me you were bringing over guests! Don’t tell me you’re trying to have fun without me?”  You blinked up at the Asmo before smiling softly at his tactics. “Oh, hey Asmo! I didn’t expect you to be up. Cane here was just dropping me off.”  The demon in question didn’t even so much as stiffen as Asmodeus’s dangerous stare shifted over to him. Instead Cane stood there, relaxed, with a shit-eating grin on his face. Asmodeus raised an eyebrow at him and allowed a bit of his demonic aura to exude around him. “Oh really? At this time of night? Makes a demon wonder what kind of mischief the two of you had gotten up to,” while maintaining eye contact with Cane, Asmo rested his chin against your shoulder. “You know dear, if you wanted “fun” that badly all you had to do was ask. I assure you I could’ve shown you a much better time.” He purred and softly kissed your shoulder.  You shivered, missing the way Asmo stiffened as he noticed something, and swatted at the Avatar of Lust as you moved away from him. “Down Asmo. It’s nothing like that. Cane’s in my magical potions class. We went out to study together and decided to hit a couple clubs while we were out. No biggy.”  “If it’s ‘no biggy’ then why were you out all night without giving us any kind of warning of where you were going or how long you’d be out?” Everyone whirled around as Lucifer stood in the doorway with a frown etched on his face and his arms crossed. He took a step closer to you before freezing mid-step, his nose twitching. His eyes flared red as they fell onto Cane. The lower demon tensed and curled his hands into fists, but seemed to be refusing to back down. Lucifer snarled, “What exactly was it that you said the two of you were up to tonight?”  You frowned and stepped between Lucifer and your new friend. “Hey! Stop it! He didn’t do anything, if that’s what you’re implying. And I wasn’t aware that I needed permission for every single thing that I do!” You snapped poking his chest as you moved into his space. “So excuse me for wanting to go out and enjoy myself for once!”  Whatever fear Cane had been showing, quickly slipped away at seeing you stand your ground against the mighty first born. “Yeah. What they said.”  Lucifer growled and caught your hand into his own, pulling you close and leaning in, “You’d be wise to remember that you are in the Devildom and surrounded by beings that have no where near as good intentions as you’d assume. Being so reckless and naïve down here could get you killed again, I thought you had learned that.” His tone was cold and unapologetic as he practically spat the words in your face.  You glared at Lucifer as you yanked your hand out of his grasp. There was so many things you wanted to say to him, but none of them would be right to say in front of an audience. You huffed and turned to face Cane. “I am so sorry about those two. Thanks again for tonight and bringing me home. I’ll see you tomorrow in class, okay?”  Cane gave you a side smile as he scratched the back of his neck. “It’s nothing. I had a great time hanging out with you. Hopefully we can do again...under better circumstances. Goodnight MC.” He took a step towards you and pulled you into a hug.  You smiled, wondering how Lucifer and Asmo could be stirring up such a fuss about a guy who had been nothing but kind to you, and gently hugged him back.  What you couldn’t see, was Cane making direct eye contact with the two other demons, as one of his wrists gently brushed up and down you back and he very lightly nuzzled, so lightly that you could just barely feel it, his face against your neck.  “Hey, what’s takin’ everyone so- WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?!” Mammon stormed forward and yanked you out of the demon’s embrace, already changing into his demon form. “Who the hell do you think you are scenting our human, huh?!” He lifted Cane off the ground by the collar of his shirt, causing the lower demon growl as he scratched at Mammon’s hands.  You yanked on Mammon’s jacket and arms and tried to get him to back off. “Woah! Mammon, relax! It was just a hug!”  “No it wasn’t,” Satan grumbled as he and the rest of the brothers (excluding Leviathan who was now sulking in his room) stood in the door way. “The fact that you don’t know that makes this even worst. But this isn’t a conversation we should be having out here.” Beel stared down at the demon with a fierce glare. “You should leave while you’re still able. And if you know what’s best for you, you’ll stay away from MC.”  “Wha- Beel! Cut that out!”  Cane took a step backwards, fear beginning to spill into his expression as he finally realizes just how out-powered and out-numbered he is. Still, he was stubborn pain in the ass; it was part of the reason he had been so drawn to you in the first place as he related to your reckless habits. He held Beelzebub’s glare and returned it with one of his own. “I think that MC can choose for themself who they do and do not hang out with, thanks. They already said they wanted to see me tomorrow so they will. We’re friends after all. And classmates,” his grin sharpened as he continued. “I do have to thank you, Lord Beelzebub, for that opening in magical potions by the way. Never would’ve got in if you hadn’t been kicked out.”  Before he could say anymore, he was met with a punch in the face. Belphegore lazily shook out his hand and his looked at Cane with an unbothered expression. “I believe we told you to leave. Now get. The. Fuck. Out.”  Cane scoffed and turned to you once more. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Dare Devil.”  You would’ve snorted at the nickname, but you were to distracted from the brother’s behavior. “Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow. Get home safe, Cane.” With another nod, the demon left; leaving you alone with six of the seven brothers bubbling with jealousy, anger, and concern.

[rcksmith]

Beautiful - Kaz Brekker.

Requests: “Also, the image of Kaz comforting with soft aftercare sobbing hot tears reader after being immensely physically and emotionally overstimulated - lives in my head rent free. Just saying. 💁💁💁”

“29 smut and 4 fluff with the Kaz AU please? Your writing style is ✨immaculate✨”

“hey there! may i request a smut fic on Kaz Brekker x reader with 43, 48 and 54? obviously everything else is your choice :)”

Fluff prompts:

4. “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”.

Smut prompts:

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

43. “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

48. “I only want to please you.”

54. “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader.

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, nsfw, dirty talk, overstimulated, Kaz!soft dom.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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Your chest rose and fell frantically, your mouth half-open in a moan or silent scream, your head thrown back on the black pillows, one hand clutching the sheet with the despair of a shipwrecked at sea. The air was hot and heavy and sizzling, the scent of sex and lust had long time flooded the room and now the fragrance only deepened.

His hot tongue licked your most swollen and quivering spot, his lips closing on your absurdly wet crest and sucking with sensual hunger. The electrifying sensation made you want to close your legs for the pleasure and pain of overstimulation. But Kaz kept both hands firmly on your thighs, separating them precisely, allowing him to eat you like a starving man for years. As if he hadn't already fucked you intensely minutes ago.

“Sir!” You moaned loudly, your back arching and hot tears streaming down your eyes.

You sobbed, the sounds already mingling in your stuttering mouth, reducing you to a tearful mess. But Kaz didn't give you relief. His mouth dipped deeper, his lips eating you adoringly, his hands curling around your thigh and pulling you closer. As if it were still insufficient.

“F-fuck-! S -...” Your incoherent scream was lost in throat, sounding absurdly submissive, innocent and desperate.

Brekker chuckled a little arrogantly. The vibration of his laughter hitting your walls so swollen and wet was enough to push you over the edge. The explosion of artifice behind your eyelids make your heart to pound wildly in chest.

Kaz lifted his mouth minutely, looking up at you, his cocky smile still gracing his lips swollen and wet from your orgasm. “ I didn’t know you were so sensitive."

It was a mockery, of course. And you would have rolled your eyes at that bastard if you had the strength. But you were just a mess that was pushed to the bottom of the well, so you just ran your fingers through Kaz's hair, the tears still flowing and the breath coming in a gasp from your lips.

Brekker has always had an overwhelming hunger, especially for you. He already had a controlling and dominant personality, always seen in the highest positions of command, always the boss, and being able to bend you at his feet was such an intense feeling that you never thought it possible for anyone to feel. He was careful at the beginning of the relationship, testing the limits, asking if you were okay and giving you the security password. But as time went on, when Kaz realized that your limit line was too far away, that you loved being tearful mess for him, things got really intense.

And you loved every second. And that's why you provoked so much tonight.

Your smile was mischievous, filled with that facade of fake innocence and prickly puppy dog ​​eyes. Your dress was tight and silky black, hugging your curves the way you knew Kaz couldn't control himself.

You were excited to overwhelming levels. Kaz had been traveling on business for the past three days and you felt much more needy than usual. And he had rules, explicit rules that involved you not can’t to touch yourself alone, your orgasms were his, so seeking relief with yourself wasn't an option.

And now he had arrived and needed to prioritize what the Crows were telling him about what had happened while he was gone. Normally, you would have understood. Kaz was an absurdly busy man, but you couldn't wait any longer. When he called you saying he was arriving at the crow club, you dressed immaculately and went to wait for him there, like just a like a girlfriend who was missing him. Not like a little devil who had much more impure intentions.

You realized that had successfully carried out your plan from the way Kaz looked at you the second he saw you. With hunger, visseral desire and sinful lust. He looked at you like he wanted to devour you. Brekker and you tried to keep up appearances for the rest of the gang, in a fiery game that only the two of you knew. But his hand was glued around your waist the entire time, in a possessive touch.

You had even been distracted a little more by Jesper's jokes when a voice, warm and sinful, whispered huskily in your ear: “When we get home I'm cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

The two of you already lived together, and Brekker lavished himself on that luxury by banging your back on the door when getting home. In an aggressive kiss, permeated with lust and longing, your body was already hot and you could feel panties wet without him even touching you right.

"I missed you." You whimpered into his mouth, your arms wrapped around his neck as you purposely pressed your breasts against his male chest. "I only want to please you."

"You have no idea how much I missed you." His mouth dipped into your once more, his hands roving possessively over your body.

“I doubt.” You stubbornly teased, just because you wanted more attention. More attention from him.

Kaz smiled that dissolute sideways smile, bringing a hand up to your throat and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

He had already made you come three times. Fucking you and eating you like an insatiable man, never feeling satisfied to see his own cum ooze out of you or feel you cuming.

"Fucking good slut." Another slap was delivered to your left thigh, followed by a possessive squeeze.

Kaz was on top of you again, slamming his mouth into yours in a fierce way, making you taste your own taste. It wasn't a pretty or elegant kiss. Tongues danced at once and your cum mixing with saliva. You sobbed loudly, your hands on his chest, the tears running hot and mixing with your smudged mascara. You were a tearful mess, exuding that submissive innocence. And the way you were vulnerable and at his mercy only fueled his hunger.

Kaz Brekker wanted more.

"Are you going to take my cum inside you like a good girl?" His voice was warm and lusty.

You stuttered, your breath burning in your chest and your pussy swollen with aching clit.

"D-daddy." You whimpered “I-I don't know if I c-can.” Your waist moved to his, and a broken moan escaped as your rubbed against his throbbing cock.

“Oh my poor baby.” His mouth was on your again, his cock rubbing against slippery entrance and swallowing your moans and sobs.

You two had a security password, and Kaz knew damn well you remembered and were perfectly lucid to say it. But the truth was, you didn't want to. You liked hunting, you liked the game, you liked being helpless in his arms and being used like a doll. And you knew Kaz knew that.

"Can't you handle my dick?" He tasted you, the tip of his cock pressing into your entrance.

You threw your head back, a moan along with a loud sob escaping your mouth and hot tears flowing in a steadier rhythm. Your hands were trembling against his chest, breasts rising and falling desperately with your panting breath. You shifted your waist, and Kaz used it to sink deep inside you.

Your scream came broken and fighting breath. Brekker bit his lip hard for the overwhelming pleasure it was to see you like this, feel you like this, enter your pussy and feel you throbbing strongly and sucking his cock inside.

"Fucking hell!" It hit your G-spot, and you felt a sob choke in throat.

Kaz hit again and sank down as far as possible, touching the tip of his cock to the mouth of your uterus and pouring all the hot cum there. For the second time that night.

"Fuck- Daddy!" You squinted your eyes and the scream was caught in your throat by your panting breath.

You pussy burned from overstimulation, her clitoris extremely sore and swollen. The hot tears flowed continually, and you buried your face in the crook of Kaz's neck, whimpering.

"My little princess." Kaz's warm arms encircled you, tracing lazy circles with his thumbs across your warm skin. “You did so, so good. Taking it all like a such good girl.”

You hiccuping. Your legs and hands trembling, your pussy swollen and throbbing. You breath burned in chest and you could have sworn your womb felt filled with Kaz's cum. As if the deep he poured into you, as deep as possible, had reached his goal and filled you up. Completely.

Kaz pulled his dick out of you gently, but pulled your panties back between your legs to keep his cum from leaking out. A realization that made you both moan softly.

“We don't want it to drain do we?" He sprinkled a little kiss on your trembling lips, his right hand wiping the tears from your cheek and holding your face sweetly. “Will you hold my cum inside you like a good girl?”

Even weak and sobbing, you nodded, bending your head to his touch and rubbing your cheek in his hand. Kaz lay down beside you, wrapping his arms around your shivering body and pulling you lovingly into his chest, brushing the strands of sweat from your forehead and wiping away your hot tears with his thumbs.

"My beautiful girl."

Kaz ran his hands over your body in a tender, gentle touch, soothing the trembling in your legs. Pampering your warm skin with loving sweets, splashing a few kisses on youd cheeks and gently nuzzling your hair.

"Sweetheart, you’re my entire world" a kiss to the bridge of your nose was poured "You know that don't you?"

"I know, Kassy." Your voice was low and tired, breathing starting to settle.

You and your body both protested when Kaz got up from the bed and picked you up. His warm arms accommodated you like they were the best refuge in the world, and you were already dozing off when you realized you had been placed in a tub filled with hot water.

You let out a loud moan of complete satisfaction, and Kaz laughed.

“Yeah, I thought you might like that." He played with you and you chuckled softly.

Your eyes remained closed throughout the process. Kaz's hands slid the soap over your skin with such care and affection that you felt a huge wave of love settle in your chest. He kept going through the process, shampooing and creaming your hair and placing his flap-shaped hand over your eyes, preventing the water from falling out when he rinsed the products.

You opened your eyes a few seconds after your hair was clean, and his gaze shifted to your face.

“Hey you.” Kaz smiled and you smiled back.

“I love you.” It was the only way you could find to express everything you were feeling right now.

Kaz sensed the intensity of your feelings by your gaze, and dropped a small kiss on the tip of your nose as he said, “I love you too, Dear. Now let me dry you.”

A/N: what can i say? i am a whore. HAHAHAH anyway, besties, i've opened the tag list now so let me know if you want to be added. Requests are closed. Love you.

Tagged: @glowingatdawn

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Hermes

Hey guys, still doing what I can to stay healthy (and entertained) in quarantine. Staying still, keeping calm, and trying not to exert myself too much because of the shortness of breath thing going on. My lungs just can't get enough air it seems… 😅 Anyway, I've gotten a lot of suggestions on this series and I'm excited to keep it going. Just going to be a tad slow until I'm feeling better. Thank you for the support, y'all!

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes

Lucifer

Oh no… it’s everyone’s worst nightmare… Another Mammon, but competent. Devil help us all…

Had he known who their father was, he'd have never assigned Mammon to watch over them. Hell, he would have made sure those two never even met. They became a new handful for him to manage from the day they first arrived…

When even more things started going missing around the House than normal, he knew he had made a grave mistake… They were clever, quick, and skilled. About the best WORST combination for a burglar to be…

Worse still, they were fast on their feet. He would pretty much have no way to nab them on foot and always had to resort to his wings or magic to have any hope of catching up to them… At least Mammon usually gets himself cornered!

But, paradoxically, he also came to notice that the mortal had an odd honesty streak to them... Like, they’d steal but they’d always admit to it, unlike Mammon who would try to deflect till he was blue in the face.

Were they proud of their work, maybe? Or just didn’t see the point in trying to get away with it...?

There would be several occasions where they’d take something, sell it with Mammon, and then steal the thing back later just to put it back where it belonged, seemingly never with Mammon’s permission to do so either… 

Is it better that they returned the stolen item or worse because their actions went from just robbery to a full-on scam? Either way, it gives him headaches trying to deal with it…

He pretty much gives up getting the mortal to stop after 6 months, they are legitimately that good, but makes them swear to always put back whatever they take at some point. It seems to work out and he lets more things slide, but please someone get them out of here soon… 

Mammon

Soulmatesoulmatesoulmatesoulmate, or maybe more accurately “Partner-in-Crime” but that means pretty much the same thing to him anyway. 🤷‍♀️

He’s never met a person better at thievery than they were. The day they met, they managed to pick his pockets without breaking a sweat (or a finger) and that was it. He was in love.

They could teleport! Actually teleport!! Suddenly, NOTHING was off limits to him any more! Lucifer’s rare records? Easy. Levi’s secret safe? Cakewalk. The Castle vault?? Child’s play!! It was like they could steal anything they put their mind to!!

He didn't even have to worry about them when they made getaways because they were fast too, the two actually have parkour races through the streets for the hell of it!

On top of all that, they were wicked creative. He’d come up with a money-making scheme then they’d offer him all sorts of little tricks to help get away with it...

HE’D have never realized that they could turn themselves into rats in order to frighten and sneak past Barbatos, but they thought of it the instant they heard of his fear of things. They're a mad genius!!

The only real downside was they seemed to like stealing for the sport of it instead of for the money… so they always steal back whatever they took.

That kind of defeats the purpose of all that work in the first place, right? Ah well, at least that's more money for him.

These two pretty much became a walking menace to Devildom society- Sorry, not sorry.

Leviathan

Not another Mammon!!! WHY?! What did he do to deserve this?!?

When he started noticing that EVEN MORE of his stuff was going missing than usual, he straight-up flipped! Like, had the mortal not been pretty tough in their own right they would have been Lotan-chow. End of discussion.

… And then they started using their powers for good? Kind of?

Like, first off they would always give back what they stole, which was a nice change from Mammon. Annoying, but at least he didn't have to go buy replacement games or anything…

And then they started stealing him limited edition merch or tickets and stuff because they… liked him?? He guessed???

Why else would they go to all the trouble of swiping one of the five ultra-rare Kitsune Ruri-chan figurines from its original collector? He would have had to pay Mammon half his tail for something like that but the MC just brought it to him one morning because they could!

Is… is this love? Has he grown to love that which he hates?! What is even happening anymore!?! Who is he?!? 😫

Eventually he has to reconcile his conflicted feelings by dubbing them the real life Peony Phantom Thief, Jane and even making them a cosplay. Yes, they have to wear it when they bring him things. No, it's not weird, shut up.

Satan

He wants to be irritated, no - furious, that they keep taking his stuff… But he’ll be damned if they aren’t making Lucifer’s life a living hell right now. 😏

He's honestly not even sure how they managed to swipe half of the priceless portraits in the Castle (a considerable feat since there's one for Every. Room.) but they pulled it off in under a week. Barbs didn't even notice the replicas…

If that's not mildly terrifying, he doesn't know what is. Who knows what things he could be missing at any given moment...?

At least the mortal had the good sense to return his things, unlike Mammon, which gets them off his shit list for the most part. 🤷‍♀️

It helps that they’re also impressively well-traveled. They claim to have been across every human continent and sailed every ocean. Though he was skeptical at first, just hearing their stories eventually convinced him.

What sort of person has sailed the Amazon River, hiked through Arctic tundra, seen every major capital city, and still had time to explore the sights of the French Riviera?

One that has magical teleportation powers apparently.

Frankly, he could listen to their stories of the human world all day and still ask for another. He's told them that they may as well just write a book of their own for him at some point, it'd be beneficial to their poor vocal chords.

Asmodeus

Ugh! Really? Another thief in the House?? Wasn’t one hard enough to deal with?!

Honestly, stolen beauty products aren't exactly something you can just sell or give back, so unfortunately a lot of Asmo's clothes/accessories get targeted and he is NOT happy about it...

Around the time his favorite scarf was stolen for the third time, he was about to gut the mortal himself, but they struck a deal with him. They could nab his clothes SO LONG as they returned them with an extra little "gift."

Jewelry, perfume, creams, nail polish, etc. Asmo kept a running list and pretty much treated his thieving friend like a less moral version of Akuzon. Whatever he asked for, no matter how rare or expensive, they always got their hands on so who was he to complain?

He once decided to test them by asking for the Hope Diamond - which they got for him - but he made them return it after a week after the curse on it made him ruin a particularly intricate manicure so…

Like Satan, he's also pretty impressed with all the places they've seen. He's pretty traveled in the human world himself so they exchange travel stories all the time!

He may bother them to him out traveling from time to time. There are so many gorgeous and romantic places to visit in the human world after all, it's not like anybody could stop them from just… popping in to have a look. Right? 😏

Beelzebub

They learned very quickly that his food is absolutely off limits and after that, they were good.

Seriously. Beel caught them once trying to swipe a piece of pizza from his dinner and he nearly ripped their arm off for it…

But on the flipside, he also knows that he can go to them if he REALLY needs a snack and is short on cash. 

It's pretty comical watching the fleet-foot mortal running from angry demon vendors with a basket of stolen apples for their buddy… But he appreciates their enthusiasm! 🙂

Beel actually likes to hear about their travels too, but mostly what they've eaten. They can keep him enraptured for hours by describing all the food they've come across in the human world…

Watch out for the drool, though.

Since they can teleport, they'll sometimes pop up with a human world treat for him and the man internally swears his undying love for them every time...

Outwardly, though, he just smiles. 'Cause he's a sweetie.

Belphegor

They… they opened the attic door on, like, the first day they met… They didn’t even make it look that hard, they had some kind of knack for breaking and entering…

Seriously, imagine the look on his face when they just walk into the attic to say hello… He had this whole, “Lure and Trick the Human” plan all thought out then they pulled out a magic lockpick or something and BOOM! Freedom!

He laughed, perhaps a little closer to the edge of sanity than he was intending, and he tried to attack them but they were so damn fast he couldn't land a single hit!

Damn was it embarrassing when the others came in…

MC: "LUCIFER! LUCIFER!! There's a monster in your attic!!!"

Lucifer: "That's not a monster that's my brother!!"

MC: *stops midway through kneeing Belphie in the stomach* …. Ooooooooh!

MC: Whoops. 

It was a… rocky start.

After they settled their differences quelled Belphie's bloodlust he found that they kind of grew on him rather quickly… Something about that mischievous energy and how much they gave his brothers (minus Beel) grief with it.

He absolutely helps them with their plans if it will annoy Lucifer in any way. Occasionally, they'll even take Belphie out on raids instead of Mammon.

Turns out he's surprisingly good at distractions because all he has to do is pretend to fall then take a nap. People around him will legitimately believe that he needs medical attention so the MC can sneak through crowds undetected...

Of course, Mammon gets PISSED when they do this, though. How dare his baby brother try to steal away his perfect partner!! Get your own damn mortal, Belphie!!! 🤬

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

RESISTERE TENTATIONEM: CAPITULUM I

HELLION: A rowdy or mischievous person

Pairings: Damian Priest x Reader

Warnings: +18 explicit content

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @ziasaph , @theworldofotps , @alyhull , @bellalutionn , @aerynscrichton , @serpantscorpio8497 , @omegasshyghuleh6661ghosts , @squirreledelman , @lovinglerae , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @sassymox

Notes: I’m so into this series that I even made moodboards 🤣 Don’t @ me 😂 I want to give a HUGE a thank you (and shout out) to @letsgivethisonemoreshot for helping me out with this entire trilogy! Thank you for your ideas and feedbacks, love ❤️ If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist 😘

“Miss Y/L/N” He greeted me “Sit down”

Father Damian was the school’s principal, and in the three short months since I transferred to this school, let’s just say I’ve spent a lot of time in a chair in his office

“Yes?” I faked a smile as I stared at him from the chair I was sitting on

“Can you explain to me what this is?” He showed me a piece of paper written ‘Satan rules! And fuck you, Principal Damian’ “And why was this taped to my car window?”

“I have no idea where that came from” I shrugged

“Miss Y/L/N, are we really gonna go down that path?” He pinched the bridge of his nose

“Why do you think that was me?” I pretended to be offended

“Because you’re the only student who has pulled stunts like this before”

“Maybe it was one of your perfect little students” I stood up and made my way towards his wooden desk and sat on top of it “You know, the ones who wear the pearl necklaces to show their purity” I laughed

“Miss Y/L/N, please refrain yourself from talking ill of the other students and return to your seat”

“Why? Because they’re pure, perfect and collected?” I slid across the desk and placed myself in front of him “Because they’re God’s children and I’m Satan’s spawn?”

“Miss Y/L/N” He warned

“Yes, Father?” I batted my lashes at him

“Ever since you stepped foot inside this school, you have done nothing but speak profanities, break the school’s dress code and make the lives of everyone in here a living Hell!”

“When have I spoken profanities?” I gasped, acting as if I was shocked

“You asked your classmate if you could caress her…. pussy!” He said through gritted teeth and I held back a chuckle

“And what’s wrong with that? She got a cat and I wanted to know if I could pet her”

“You asked another colleague if you could taste her melons!”

“She brought some with her for a snack and I love melons! Don’t you love them too, father?” I smirked

“What about the ‘BJ practice at 4pm behind the bleachers in gym’ sign you were caught hanging on the wall?” He crossed his arms in front of his chest

“What? BJ: Bible Jam, where we go over some hymns and try to set up a choir, since you don’t have one here”

“Is the choir for you ‘demonic pagan chants’ you love to recite in Latin to the other students?”

I just shrugged in response

He sighed “You’re turning nineteen years old next month, Miss Y/L/N! You’re an adult, so behave as such! The entire reason you were transferred here in the first place was because of your horrid habit of skipping classes, which caused you to repeat last year! How long do you plan on continuing that behaviour? Until you turn twenty years old, perhaps? My point is, how difficult is it to follow the rules? You can’t even follow a simple dress code, Miss Y/L/N!”

“That’s absurd!” I said with a huff “I follow the dress code impeccably!”

“By wearing revealing undergarments?”

“How do you know they're revealing if you're not looking, Father?” I smiled

“It’s a bit difficult to not see a red bra underneath a white shirt, Miss Y/L/N”

“So you do like melons then?” I laughed “Oh Father, is the Devil tempting you with the pleasures of the flesh?” I grinned evilly as I leaned towards him, revealing some of my cleavage

“You know perfectly well to not joke with unholy names, Miss Y/L/N” He gulped

“I love to swirl my tongue around the D word, Father” I whispered “Would you like me to show you how well it fits my mouth?”

“Miss Y/L/N, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into”

“I’m talking about the Devil, Father Damian” I cackled “But I see you have another D on your mind”

“You shouldn’t mock the Devil, Miss Y/L/N. It’s not wise” He whispered, placing both of his hands on my sides and trapping me on the desk

“I’m not mocking, Father. I think he’s quite fun actually...don’t you?” I tilted my head to the side

“All that is forbidden is fun, Miss Y/L/N” His fingers brushed against my exposed thighs “It’s delightful to commit sinful actions”

I was caught off guard by his behavior, I never expected him to actually respond to my flirting

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” He chuckled “Devil got your tongue?”

“Maybe” He placed one hand underneath the hem of my skirt and stroked my inner thigh “He told you that I saw your red lace thong when you bent down to tie your shoes in the hallway this morning”

I gasped in shock and he continued

“The Devil knows our weaknesses so well, doesn’t he, Y/N? He knows that my weakness is a devilish little slut like you, and he knows that your weakness is a holy cock” He laughed

“Father Damian” I gasped

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Wouldn’t you like to commit a sin with me? A delicious, rough, sweaty and lustful sin?” He leaned forward until he was uncomfortably close to me

“Maybe I can turn you into a good little lamb once my cock is buried deep inside your pussy” He nibbled my bottom lip “Would you like me to fuck the filthy whore out of you?”

“Father...I-“

“What is it, Y/N? Not so brave anymore, are we?” He chuckled “I thought you liked teasing, isn’t that what you’ve been doing with me for the past three months? Teasing me non stop with your bratty attitude and smart mouth? Do you think I’m dumb? That I don’t see your true intentions?”

“I-“

“No no no” He placed two fingers on my lips and whispered “Don’t speak” Father Damian turned around and grabbed a Bible from his bookshelf

“Do you know what the punishment is for the lustful people in Hell, Y/N?” He turned around and looked at me in the eyes while placing the Bible on top of his table

I nodded in response

“Enlighten me, then” He grinned

“Those who commit the sin of lust will be punished in Hell by being smothered in fire and brimstone, Father”

“Good girl” He smiled “I see you paid attention to your biblical studies class” He said in a mocking tone

“Don’t you think that sounds so appealing?” He asked, tilting his head to the side and reaching for the Bible

“No, I don’t” I whispered

“Yes, it is. Want me to show you how appealing it can be?” He smirked, opening the Bible

To my surprise it was a hollowed out Bible, inside of it there was a slim vibrator and a bottle of lube

“Why do you have-“

“Yes or no, Y/N?”

“Yes” It slipped out of my mouth so easily

He smirked and reached his hands underneath my skirt, soon after the sound of cloth being torn apart filled up the room. Father Damian kept his gaze locked with mine as he brought my ripped thong to his lips, his tongue darting out and licking the piece of fabric

“Sinners always taste so sweet, don’t they?” He chuckled

Grabbing the lube, he squirted some on his fingers and spread it through my folds, the cold feeling was soon replaced by a warm feeling I never felt before. He added some more lube to his digit and slid his finger in me

“Oh my God” I moaned at the warmth that filled me

He reached for the vibrator and turned it on, sliding the cold toy against my warm bundle of nerves

“Fuck” I shuddered at the pleasurable feeling

“Repeat the punishment for me, Y/N” He smirked

“Being smothered” I started and his free hand wrapped around my throat

“And?” He grinned evilly

“Fire” I whispered, as he squirted more lube directly onto my folds this time

“So much fire” He smirked, replacing his finger with the toy at the same time his grip around my neck closed

I moaned softly as all of the different sensations hit me

“Oh there she is!” He laughed “The sinful little whore” And sucked on my bottom lip “You love to come out and play, don’t you my sweet harlot?”

I just nodded softly

“I’ll give you something even nicer for you to play with, how does that sound to you?”

“Anything, just please” I pleaded

He smiled widely, like a predator. In my foggy haze of pleasure I hadn’t even realized what he meant by that

“Father, please” I moaned

He smiled at my pleading “Oh my dear Y/N, isn't it a real joy to be a sinner?”