#i’m so sorry fren

[ivysangel]

hi! :) how about things escalating when you were supposed to have a simple nice bath with jason? I've been thinking about this for a while

it started out so innocent...like seriously ?? you were just trying to ease some of the aches and pains he'd been experiencing. his job demanded so much of him physically with very few breaks, it's no wonder he was so achy all the time. and although he never told you, you saw the way he'd hold himself up on walls and counters after particularly bad nights, and how he'd cook frozen peas for dinner multiple times in a week because he'd accidentally defrosted them while icing a bruise.

it started out so innocent. and quickly devolved into something completely the opposite. you had run the bath for him, putting some muscle relaxing bath salts and extra bubbles. lit a nice candle, and dimmed the lights for some ambiance. he was appreciative, giving you a soft kiss before getting undressed and dipping into the hot water. "is the temperature okay?" you had asked. to which he responded, "how 'bout you join me and find out?" you thought he was just being flirty to hide the pain he was in, but he was serious, pulling a wet arm out of the tub and grabbing your hand, trying to silently convince you to join him.

spoiler, it works.

and thats how you end up boucing up and down on his cock, gripping the sides of the tub as water splashes over onto the tile floor. his hands are on your hips, guiding you as you both try your best not to make too much of a mess of your bathroom. it's a little difficult, theres not as much space as your bed, shower, or couch (all places you've fucked jason). your legs ache a bit and you don't have ability to maneuver into a different position like usual, but the sound of jasons groans echoing against the walls are enough to make you power through it. the warm water isn't enough to soothe the burning in your thigh muscles as you straddle jason in the cramped space of the tub, and he can see that you're getting tired despite you intention to keep going. he moves his hands down, massaging your thighs gently. squeezing at the soft flesh and sending sparks straight to your core. "come on baby, just a little more. i'm so close." it comes out breathy, a tone of voice you don't hear from him often. it's enough to make you double down, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close and kissing him with a ferocity you didn't know you had in you. you swallow eachothers moans, the burn of your legs no longer on your mind, now replaced with a goal of getting him to cum deep inside you (this is actually always your goal if we're being honest).

[swirly-pink-lemonade]

Hallo!!

Hello!!!!!

[yourfavoritecascade]

@sapphicdib

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Forcibly removed from the arcade for attempting to romance the machines

[shxyo-sho]

posting is so nerve wracking what if i puked

[folklaurr]

I had so many people tell me to watch You’re Next but I didn’t like it I feel so bad

[saintslewis]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: tattoo artist!lewis hamilton x black fem!reader

summary: in which reader needs a good tattoo artist to help her vision come to life and lewis, a mutual friend, is recommended and is more than happy to help you out.

warnings: cussing, outfit descriptions, mentions of tattoo needles, mentions of w33d, smut (18+ mdni), pet names, just read ����🏽 (buckle in, frens) sorry for typos!

saint’s team radio 🎀: heyyyy! this spawned in my mind in the middle of the night and my super talented fren @mauvecherie-writes came up with this masterpiece. hope you all enjoy 🤭. (anon i hope this does your request justice!)

tags: @mauvecherie-writes @queenshikongo3 @httpsserene @hopefulromantic1 @exotic-iris13 @perfecttrashface @non-stop-imagines @peyiswriting @purplelewlew @alika-4466 @arshiyuh @yeea-nah @louvrepool @motheroffae @lorarri

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“You’ve been sitting there thinking so hard, I could see steam comin’ out your head.” Marie laughed as she walked close to you with two mimosas in her hand, handing one to you. The get-together she occasionally hosts with all of your mutual friends was in full swing, everyone in different corners of the huge house.

Giving her an eye roll, you sipped on the drink before answering. “Girl, fuck you.” You cussed, hearing her laugh. Following close behind her was another one of your friends, Lani. Her kitten heels clacked against the tiled floor as she sat next to you on the light blue couch.

“What’s going on, what’s the tea?” She sipped on her drink and held onto it and she looked at you. “Well my lovely friends, I’ve been thinking about getting a back tattoo for a good minute now.” You replied, leaning back into your seat as your friends gasped with excitement.

Marie held your manicured hand in excitement, “Girl oh my god, it’s going to look so good on you!”. Lani then put her drink down then sat up to look at you properly. “What you gonna get? How big?” She asked.

“A red dragon maybe. Covering the whole thing, It’s been on my mind.” You answered, looking between your excited friends. “Anddd you’re wearing a backless dress right now! Y/n, you better get this damn tattoo.” Marie said, still very much holding onto your hand.

“Anddd it’s going to look great during backshots.” Lani smiled and that earned her a smack on her arm from you.

“Stop thinkin nasty. I just want it because I think it’ll look good with all those backless clothes I got.” You admitted although the thought of it made your skin a little warm. “So what’s stopping you from getting it, bae? ‘Cause I’m excited like I’m getting it.” Marie gushed. “Can’t find a good artist around here who caters red ink for black people.” You shrugged.

It was tough trying to find tattoo artists in your city, much less those who work well with red ink. Most were extremely pricey, others worked with complicated pieces and only wanted pieces like portraits or lions or they just left you on read after attempting to make an appointment.

A moment passed by and Lani smacked your leg repeatedly as she came to a realisation. The look of unspoken excitement travelled between your friends and soon enough, you knew they were plotting something.

“Y/n, oh my goodness you genius!” Marie exclaimed and that made your eyebrows furrow even more with confusion.

“Okay, I am very confused by what is happening so I’m just going to grab another snack.” You voiced out and you couldn’t even move because both women held you down as they smiled like maniacs.

Lani nodded first then turned her head to look at you. “Okay okay. Y/n, we’ve got the perfect artist for you. D’you remember Lewis?” She grinned and you tried to think about it fully.

Lewis, Lewis…oh god, that Lewis. The incredibly beautiful man you met through your clearly unhinged friends at a housewarming party two years ago. He was that type of distant crush that would never go away even if you tried and it didn’t help that he was the quiet type who would hang out with your large friend group every now and then.

“…uh huh. What about him?” You replied, hoping that no one heard your voice almost falter at the mention of him. “He’s a tattoo artist! I don’t know how I forgot but that man just keeps to himself for real.” Lani chuckled before continuing. “But yeah anyways, he could do it for you!”

Never in a million years would you think that he would be a tattoo artist and funnily enough, his arm is filled with them. You actually had no clue what he did, always curious whenever you saw the G Wagon that he would hop into after any get-together was over.

“I don’t know, you guys. I’d have to talk to him first about everything and that seems like a lot. I don’t wanna bother the guy to squeeze in someone who has no clue what they’re doing-” You stopped your ramble once you realised that your friends were just staring at you.

“Girl, you never ramble like that unless you find a dude cute.” Marie teased as she watched you avoid eye contact with her. Smacking your lips, you shook your head and tried to appear like this news didn’t phase you.

So focused on the subject at hand, you didn’t notice that Lani was gone. Finally hearing the familiar clack of her heels, you looked up and your breath hitched. You had just denied even thinking about him but there stood Lewis, quietly chewing on his gum with a glint in his eyes as he looked at you.

With your hand still in Marie’s hold, she squeezed it as she stood up and moved to stand next to Lani. “Lewis, you remember Y/n, right? An absolute beaut.” Lani started. “Anywho, my good sis wants a tattoo and obviously, you came to my mind. Aight, see y’all later.” She continued and just like that, her and Marie disappeared.

“I’m sorry for them, they can get a lil crazy.” You spoke, offering your hand to him and he gently shook your hand with both of his large ones. “They’ve also had some green gummies so I get it.” He smiled and that alone, just sent you to another dimension.

He’s British. You made sure to make little notes along the way.

And he dressed incredibly well. Sleeveless white shirt, white cargos, air force ones and his huge tattooed arms on display. The jewellery making the outfit look all the more good.

It also didn’t help that your dress was the same shade of white as his entire outfit.

“Although we’ve briefly met before, I’m Lewis. Nice seeing you again.” He introduced himself, not breaking any eye contact with you and he could tell you weren’t expecting to see him. “Y/n. I’m sure those two already told you why they dragged you here,” You nervously smiled. “Didn’t wanna waste your time with my questions.”

“You’re good, love. Wanna sit down and talk about it?” Lewis asked, pointing to the couch you were just sitting on. This area of the house wasn’t crowded so you could hear each other clearly.

The nickname he called you by threw you into a loop, nodding at him as a response because you couldn’t come up with one on the spot.

The two of you went on to speak on everything revolving around the tattoo. Your experiences trying to find a good enough artist that you wanted to feel comfortable with, the placement of it and the design. There were all types of jokes thrown into the conversation, making you feel comfortable. He also listened, nodding and replying after you spoke.

“So I’ve got two options if I decide to chicken out of the dragon one.” You said, twiddling your fingers as you still avoided eye contact with Lewis. “Alright even though my favourite would have to be the dragon.” He winked, chewing his gum.

You flushed hearing him say that. You couldn’t imagine being naked in front of him, letting your body be a canvas he gets to work on. Of course you would like to be naked in another way but that couldn’t happen. He definitely has to have someone in his life. Would he though if he just winked at you? Or was he just playing with you because he can sense you’re shy-

“Y/n, love, you still with me?” Lewis worried a tad bit as he watched you zone out on him. Shaking yourself out of it, you were grounded by his eyes boring into yours. Clearing your throat slightly, you asked a different question. “Uh if I do go ahead with it, where will we be?”

“Right now, my studio is under renovations so I’ve got my home studio. Hope that’s okay with you, anything to help you be comfortable.” He reassured, sitting back and the sight of him just sitting so confidently had you squirming in your seat, having to cross your legs.

“That’s fine,” your voice reaching an octave higher than normal. “What was the other design, sweetie? Haven’t done a tattoo on a client in a while so I’m grateful that I’ll be the one who gets to work on this.” Lewis mentioned, watching you lose your train of thought everytime you two locked eyes and he found it quite endearing.

“…A lower back tattoo, preferably a word or a heart.” You muttered, Lani’s words running through your mind. Stop, you can’t think about that right now. “That’s a nice one.” He commented, tilting his head and admired your shyness.

Ever since he laid his eyes on you, Lewis had made it his mission to find a way to get with you. He was in awe everytime you would show at one of the many games nights or celebrations, looking effortlessly beautiful yet timid as well. He hadn’t known if you were single until a mutual friend mentioned you and blind dates in the same sentence.

Lewis thanked the universe for giving him the chance to do his favourite thing with the woman he had fancied.

After a bit more conversation, you had managed to get his number and bid goodbye to him, a very warm hug from him to you, and you hurried to your car to take several deep breaths afterwards. After not being intimate with anyone for a long while, you were embarrassed that a single conversation left you in a puddle with an all too familiar feeling in your stomach.

Consoling yourself whilst driving, you grew excited for the week ahead for the tattoo, of course.

-

Darting your eyes between your phone and the house you were currently parked outside of, you felt confused although your gps led you to the correct address.

“Sis c’mon, he wore a cartier bracelet like it was nothing.” You joked to yourself, trying to keep yourself at ease with the fact that your entire back will be filled with ink very soon.

Clearly the camera right by the gate was able to see you and the gate opened up for you. Finally parking next to the car you were familiar with, you fixed up your outfit. You tried walking to the front door with an excruciatingly slow pace to try and calm your nerves but as soon as Lewis opened the door, that all went out the window. His gaze was piercing as he leaned on the door frame, watching you twiddle with your nails and walk over to him with the same shy energy you held the other day.

“You can’t be lookin at people like that, Lewis.” You spoke with a slight smile, being welcomed into his large home. “Like how, Y/n?” He smiled as he closed the front door behind him, admiring every inch of your body.

“Like you wanna eat me alive.” You chuckled, choosing to not feel his glare on you after you said that. He chuckled as well, deciding to not comment and wanting you to be comfortable first.

“Anything you need before we start, love? You seem nervous.” Lewis asked, placing his hand on your back and lead you towards his home tattoo studio. An incredibly large room with decor that screamed Architectural Digest, the tattoo chair stitched with his initials ‘LH’ and a candle was lit, a ocean-like scent wafting through the air. You had told him that you liked that candle scent all those days ago and the fact that he remembered made you blush.

Low rnb music was playing and a calm atmosphere washed over you as soon as you entered the room.

“It’s my first big tattoo, of course i’m nervous about it.” You replied with a sigh, plopping down on the soft couch and placed your phone on the record player stand.

Playing with the band of your shorts, you knew he was looking at you from the doorway. “Also it’s a lil silly but I don’t even know if this shit will look good on me, y’know? I wanted this but i guess it’s just the nerves.” You continued.

Not even hearing him move from his spot, you lifted your head to see him crouched down in front of you. His tattooed hands landed on your thighs without breaking eye contact with you. “Can I tell you what I think?” He asked. All you could do was nod. He hadn’t touched you in the way you wanted but in an instant, you could feel a puddle forming.

“On you, it will be the best piece I’ve done because it was made to sit on your body. A canvas that people will get to admire, a canvas that you’ve given me the honour to work on.” He continued, hands barely moving from your legs.

Taking a breath, you finally got the strength to respond to what he said. “Are you always this poetic to your clients?” You tried to joke but his eyes were glued to yours, the same way he looked at you at the housewarming.

“It took me a while to garner the confidence to talk to you, to just be in your presence. Every time I had the luck to see you, I would cherish it because we wouldn’t be in the same room all the time. I want the time we have here to be meaningful. And before you make that adorable timid face, yes, I have always found you attractive.” He spoke and you were just speechless.

“Are you serious?” You managed to speak, your voice becoming softer the more you accepted everything he was saying.

“Would you like me to show you how serious I am about you?” Lewis shifted his legs so that he could kneel in front of you. You could see the truth in his eyes as he spoke, darting between your eyes and lips.

You whimpered and you couldn’t control it, his hold on you was so strong.

“I need your words, princess.”

“Please. Please show me, Lewis.” You whined out.

That was all it took for him to begin to reach for the band of your shorts but you put your hands on his to stop. His eyebrows furrowed and before he spoke, you went for it. “Kiss me.” You breathed out. Lewis stood to his full height then sat on the couch next to you, pulling you onto his lap.

You made the first move and leaned in, your lips moving together in sync as he kissed you passionately. His hand held the back of your neck, bringing even closer while his other hand trailed down your arched back.

Your whimpers echoed throughout his home studio as he pulled away from the kiss, watching you try and grind to get some sort of pleasure in. Gently putting his hands on your waist, he guided you and you gasped as you felt his length, long and hard. Just waiting for you.

It felt unbearable, a knot in your stomach needed to be released and you threw you head back, just wanting to wash over the arousal. Lewis watched how you pleasured yourself on him, your denim clothes restricting the both of you from connecting skin to skin. “You enjoying yourself, darling?” He licked his lips, looking up at you with dark eyes clouded with lust.

You wanted to respond, desperately, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. The warmth from the two of you became stronger, him leaning up to begin peppering kisses on your necks and not wanting to create any marks just yet. “..Yes.” You managed to breathe out and you loved the feeling of his large hands roaming around your body, not able to get enough of you.

Lewis held your hips firmly, halting your movement and that made you want to cry out of not getting a release. “Lewis, please.” You whined and he chuckled against your neck. “Take your clothes off and lie down, princess.” He said, looking at your cute angry face with a slight pout evident.

Instead of doing what he said, you just looked at him in the eyes clearly wanting to start a challenge. However, he knew his gaze made you weak. It was one of his many charms. All he had to do was slightly tilt his head and it had you standing up and slowly taking your clothes off, him following suit. You oggled at him, his tattoos gracefully placed on his skin making your mouth water.

With you laid down on the couch, he crawled up your body and crashed his lips into yours. He held your neck so gently as he kissed your jawline then your neck all the way down to where you needed him the most. Lewis laid between your legs to admire your clothed core, giving praise to your thighs and ass as he planted a kiss on your inner thighs.

“Oh shit…” you gasped as he started licking all around your clit until he planted his mouth on it, your moans bouncing off the walls as Lewis devoured you like you were his dinner. Sticking his tongue in and fucking you with it was really the cherry on top, your hand flying to his head to keep it in place and you ground into his face.

Screaming as he entered two fingers in your pussy, you felt a tear slide down at the immense pleasure he was giving you. It had been a very long time since someone had gone down on you but never had you orgasmed from head before. Until now.

Lewis licked you clean as he climbed up and kissed you so that you could taste yourself. You could tell he wanted to say something but you reached your hand to palm him through his pants, watching the different expressions on his face. Slapping the side of your thigh, he held your face.

“Bend over for me, princess.” With a smile on his face and you knew you were going to be here a while.

-

The buzzing of the tattoo gun sounded out through the room, Lewis wiped the dripping ink from his canvas. He was doing the last bit of work to fully complete his piece on you, the ink contrasting beautifully with your skin.

Finally switching it off and clearing his station to prepare for the clean up and to place the plastic cover on, he lightly smacked your ass to wake you up. “Darling, we’re finally done.” Lewis softly said, already focused on the clean up.

You hummed, “That’s amazing, baby. Thank you.” You spoke all drowsy from the nap you took earlier and the buzzing feeling of your body even after the tattooing gun isn’t touching your skin. Not to mention the sativa joint you smoked together before the final session.

You and Lewis kept this arrangement going, him saying that once he finished his artwork on your back, he’d take you on a date to wherever you want to go and you agreed. The mutual crush you had on each other transcended to a different level, becoming almost domestic every moment you spent together.

“Can I see it?” You asked, rising up from the chair and you looked at him while batting your eyelashes. “Of course you can, princess.” Lewis leaned down to peck your lips then led you to the mirror. You gasped when you saw your dream tattoo, sitting perfectly on your back and your mind was running wild with thoughts already.

“The backshots with this tattoo are going to be amazing.” You giggled and he just rolled his eyes. “Okay that’s enough weed for you, baby.” Lewis chuckled then lightly tapped your ass.

“You were thinking it though!”

saint’s notes 🪩: mind you this has been sitting here since feb 🧍🏽‍♀️. this is dedicated to @mauvecherie-writes , thank you for your patience fren 🤭 and yes the monaco fit made me go feral.

[silvermizuki]

BEAN!! HI Hello!! Need you to know when I saw this in my notifications I had a big dumb grin on my face. I uno reverse card you, I think you’re super cool 💕

Taggin a couple of my moots here and I apologize in advance for the ping (I know you guys probably won’t mind but juussstt in case)

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Hihi I know we don’t rly talk much or it’s been awhile but imma be sappy for a minute in ur notifications. I’m really so genuinely happy I’ve stumbled back onto this site and met you.

Can’t say I’ve ever felt so extremely safe in a community before this one, I can finally just be some funky little guy and everyone’s just chill with it lmao. You’re all so incredibly kind and creative it blows my mind. Love u guys

Reblog if you’ve made amazing friends online and are grateful for their existence

[haoboutyou]

hi!! ur mornings with u with wonu fic is so so so sweet ahhhh 😭😭 i was wondering if you’d be open to writing a seungkwan version? i hope this is okay to ask!!

to love to the point of invention | boo seungkwan

fluff | 574 words | food mention: a lot of tangerines

an: fren i’m so sorry this took awhile!! you must understand i wrote two entirely different drabbles and then made @bluehoodiewoozi choose 😔🫶 thank u for reading the wonu fic!! hope you enjoy this one too 👉👈

wonu ver. | coups ver.

a weekend trip to jeju-do meant that your little apartment was now stocked up with a whole carton of tangerines enough to last you a whole month. naturally, you’ve learned to get creative with it. cake, sorbet, marmalade– you name it, you’ve probably already done it.

maybe that’s why you’ve resorted to scrolling through pinterest for ideas. all you’ve found so far are just even more variants of the aforementioned desserts.

sorbet.

cake.

marmalade.

repeat.

you sigh, looking up from your spot in the kitchen. seungkwan’s seated on the sofa, nose buried deep in a book he bought at the jeju airport before your flight back earlier this morning. it may have been 4pm now, but his hair is still a little mussed from accidentally taking a nap in the plane earlier. you giggle to yourself, inwardly cooing over how your boyfriend looks like a teddy bear.

oh. a light bulb dings in your mind.

this time, you carefully carve out a little bear head, arms and feet out of the peel. it sticks out of the tangerine like a little round teddy bear.

“seungkwan!”

the pitter-patter of your feet causes him to look up from his book, nestled comfortably on the sofa. setting aside the book, he gestures you to take a seat next to him.

you tuck in your legs under you on the sofa, all while balancing a plate with your hands. the sweet scent of tangerines flood his senses. you’re grinning at him, proudly showing off your latest work of art as you extend the plate towards him.

“is that a bear?” you nod enthusiastically.

he tilts his head as he takes the plate from you, rotating it and examining the poor tangerine from all angles. he scrunches his nose and frowns, much like a highly-established critic judging actual artworks. it doesn’t take long for him to break out into a grin as big as yours.

he holds the tangerine-bear to his face. “how is it? do we match?”

“100%!”

“aigo, our y/nnie is such a talented artist!!” he balances the plate on one hand, swinging his free arm around you to pull you into a hug.

“–eek!”

the sudden momentum causes you both to fall back on the sofa, you landing on top of him. it’s a miracle that the plate hasn’t spilled over, you think.

your little yelp draws a giggle from seungkwan, and soon enough, you’re both doubled over with laughter.

laughter finally bubbling down, you pull yourself away from seungkwan’s cozy embrace. you take the plate from seungkwan and set it down on the coffee table in front of you.

“did you like it?”

he leans in to plant a peck on your cheek. “it’s adorable. i love it.”

“great, because i made like five more in the kitchen!”

his jaw comically drops at your words, and it only serves to make you laugh even harder. instead, he chooses to wipe your diabolical grin with a kiss, effectively silencing you. he grabs onto your waist, pulling you in once again as he leaned back down on the sofa. wrapping your arms around his neck, you can only succumb to his addictive lips as they chase after yours fervorously.

is this what they call to ‘love to the point of invention’? you shrug off such a silly thought. surely that’s not marvel enough to be called an invention of love.

maybe you’ll try making tanghulu tomorrow.

[carlsworldsworld]

Fren I don’t even watch Twd but pls anything with negan rick grimes or Daryl Dixon I beg

A/n: girl dw I got you I chose Rick and smut if that’s fine with you. Also this was written on my phone so I am so sorry abt the Grammer

Stress relief

Rick Grimes x fem!reader

Summary: You help out Rick when he needed some stress relief lucky for the BITH of you Rosita and Carl aren’t home.

When Ricks group first came to Alexandria you welcomed them all with a warm smile. When you first saw Rick you couldn’t keep your eyes off him you just couldn’t help it. You let your eyes wander down to his hands which were all veiny and you couldn’t help it as you clenched your thighs together.

“Y/N did you even hear me” You looked up at Jessie. “No what were you saying?” You asked looking at her as she rolled her eyes. “Rick, Carl, and Rosita will be staying with you because you don’t have roommates.” She said walking off before you could protest.

“Right this way” you said leading then to your house. The entire way there you could feel someone staring at you. You showed them their showers and rooms, once you were done you got into the shower.

It’s been six months since that day. You knew it was wrong because of how much older he was but you couldn’t help it your growing feelings for Rick Grimes.

( time skip to about 8 months after they met because I’m to lazy to write it all out)

Today was your day off, you got to lay back and relax. Rick had the complete opposite he was sent on missions then after that having guard duty, he envied you. Once he got home you looked at him from the couch “jeez you’re a mess” you paused “where’s Carl and Rosita?”

You looked at the door as if they were gonna walk in. “They’re at hilltop trying to help them with crops and kind of got stuck” Rick said walking over to the kitchen as he explained but before he could open it you stopped him.

“I don’t think so” you looked up at him “first take a shower and clean yourself up then you can eat” he rolled his eyes “fine” he walked upstairs and you went back to sitting on the couch. About 20 minutes later you hear the shower turn off. Rick walked downstairs with just a pair of pants no shirt.

You couldn’t help it as your eyes slid down his body biting your lip when you looked up at his face you saw he was already looking at you and you felt yourself blush. You couldn’t help but notice that he had shaved.

“Do you think you can cook? I practically cook like Carl” he said breaking the awkward tension in the room. “Yea sure I was about to cook dinner anyway” you said getting off the couch, you didn’t even notice when your pajama shorts slightly rose up exposing a tiny bit of the bottom of your butt cheek.

You felt Rick’s gaze on you as you walked into the kitchen. You felt Rick slide behind you going into the kitchen you couldn’t help but shiver. You felt his breath against your neck. “You know how long I’ve wanted to get you alone? Hm” he said pressing into your backside making your hip press harshly against the counter making you let out a small whimper.

He turned you around so you were facing him. “Rick wai-“ before you could finish Rick cut you off “if you want me to stop I’ll stop and just leave you here”

You bit your lip and then answered “then do it” as soon as you said his lips were on yours, picking you up and instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist. He placed your butt on the island unbuttoning your pajama shirt and pulling it off.

As quickly as he started pulling off your shirt he pulled off his then the rest of both of your clothes. Before he did anything else he stopped to admire you. “You’re so beautiful Y/N” you blushed at his words. He walked between your legs kissing you again. Without warning he thrusted into you hard. Making you let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure.

He paused as he bottomed out his face buried in your neck letting out small moans and planting kisses on your neck. You were panting and letting out small whimpers into his neck as you were trying to accommodate his size.

He grabbed your face making you look at him “are you okay Y/N?” He looked at you with a bit of concern in his face. “I’m fine” you said giving him a small kiss and wiggling your hips urging him to move.

He pulled out almost all the way and then slammed back into you causing you to let out a loud moan throwing your head back. He started a ruthless pace his head dropped into your neck him letting out loud moans and you letting out whimpers and moans occasionally.

He let out a lewd moan as he felt you clench around him “fuck I’m close are you” he whispered in your ear speeding up “yes” you whimpered into his neck letting out a loud moan into his neck as you came Rick not far behind. He groaned loudly as he spilt himself into you to far gone to even realize what he just did. After cleaning you both up he lied down in bed with you cuddling up against you. Both of you falling asleep.

A/N: y’all I’m so sorry this is bad and kinda short I’ve never rlly written smut before so I am so sorry😭😭 also do y’all maybe want a part 2?

[dressycobra7]

wait…. Really??? U serious!? Cuz i remember u being into Undertale

🤔 huh… could maybe be mixing u up with someone else then

lil drawing i did for @sans-guy a bit ago. ovo) <3

[triscribe]

Trials of Youth Ch1

(...so. So far my attempts to get in a good headspace to finish this book's second draft have not gone well, which means it's time to take drastic action. Hence, sharing the first handful of chapters here, and seeing if my friends having someplace to screech and ask what's next will help)

Dawn bloomed.

In the southern plains, sitting near the very top of a cottonwood tree, a girl admired how light spread across the land, transforming everything by simple use of illumination. When enough time had passed that she could see her surroundings clearly, the fourteen year old turned and looked down.

“Fren! Time to get up, lazy-bones!” A muffled grunt was the only response. Rolling her eyes, the girl started to climb downward, swiftly passing her own hammock to crouch beside the one below. With a teasing grin, she started to push at it, swinging the cloth and its inhabitant from side to side. “Frennnn.”

“Mm’up.” A hand and arm were stretched up out of the mess of blankets, before flopping back over.

“Freniden Brusan, if you don’t wake up in the next thirty seconds, I’m tipping this thing over and dumping you out of it.”

Bunched-up cloth and curly black hair were pushed aside so that her friend could direct his glare towards the girl. “You wouldn’t.”

“I most certainly would.”

“We’re twenty feet in the air, Tali!”

“Then you’ll just have to use your all-powerful wizardly talents to keep from getting injured.” She released her hold on the hammock and stood. “Now come on!”

“Alright, alright, I’m getting up,” the younger boy grumbled, kicking his blankets off and reaching for his bag, hanging from a nearby branch. “I swear, everyone in your family is a lunatic, rising at dawn and ordering other people to do the same...”

“I’m sorry, does this come as a surprise to you?” Laughing, Tali climbed back up to avoid the smelly sock Fren threw in her direction. Within a few minutes, both children had donned their outer traveling clothes and rolled up their hammocks, stuffing the bulky bundles into Fren’s enchanted satchel. Once they’d clambered back down to the ground, the wizardling pulled out some hard biscuits and dried meat for their breakfast.

“So,” he asked around a mouthful of food. “Now that we’ve successfully gotten too far from the city for your father’s search parties to find, do we have a destination in mind to start looking for this missing sister of yours?”

Tali frowned thoughtfully. “Well, much as I want to find Lillia, we could stop by your old home first, visit your family-” She stopped when Fren snorted.

“Bad idea. My relatives wouldn’t let us leave for at least the better part of a month, which I know would drive you insane.”

“It would?”

“Oh, yes. Nothing interesting ever happens in Fammon.”

“Well, fine then, if you don’t want to see your uncle and aunt and cousins, we’ll just go straight north.”

Fren raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? That’s all the great Petalia Crant can come up with?”

“That’s all we need,” Tali argued, looking ahead with a fierce expression. “We go north.”

“I’m starting to have second thoughts about running off with you...”

“Too late to change your mind now!” Tali playfully punched her friend’s shoulder, and giggled when the chubby boy pretended to stagger.

“Hey! Easy with those muscles of yours! I may have extra padding, but that doesn’t mean it won’t get bruised!”

“Oh, quit being such a whiner.”

“Bully.”

“Wimp!”

“Aquimbe!” Before Tali could blink, a spray of water caught her in the face. She spluttered, ducking away as Fren cackled. The spell ended after a moment, water spout fading back into nothing, though the girl remained very much wet.

“That,” she declared, wiping at her face with the edge of her cape, “Was so not fair.”

“Forgive me for wanting to get the upper hand just once,” Fren grinned.

The pair continued to banter as they walked on, eventually finding a road heading in the right direction. Tali checked it over for recent tracks while Fren whispered a quick scanning spell for nearby people. Neither of them found any signs of fellow travelers.

“Should we risk it?” The wizardling asked. His friend shrugged.

“May as well.”

Winding as it may have been, the road nonetheless took them north, and the pair made good time. By mid-morning, they’d covered several miles, and stopped for a water break on top of a shallow hill. When she handed back the water skin, Tali decided to climb another tree, to get a look at their new surroundings.

The girl had only gotten part way up the trunk, though, when something not too far away caught her eye.

Fren flinched as she suddenly landed beside him, fumbling the water skin and nearly dropping it. He didn’t have any time to ask what she’d seen before Tali was dashing off down the hill. Scrambling, Fren hurried after. A few minutes later, they rounded a bend in the road, and he too saw what had grabbed his friend’s attention.

A small, weather-beaten wagon was stuck, one of its front wheels trapped by a deep crack in the earth. The driver, a wrinkled old goblin, strained as she tried to pull it free without much success. Harnessed to the front of the wagon, her horse saw the two human youths first, and whinnied.

“Hello there!” Tali called, slowing her steps as she approached. “Could we offer you a hand?”

The goblin, who’d paused at her horse’s sudden warning, looked over in surprise. “I wouldn’t mind a bit if you did! I just need a tad more oomph to lift it free, I think.”

Tali immediately stepped to her side, crouching in order to get a good grip on the frame of the wagon before glancing over her shoulder. “C’mon, Fren, hurry up.”

He rolled his eyes. “Wizard student, remember? Elvitaere.” A soft yellow light sprang from the pendant tied around his left wrist, enveloping the wagon and causing it to slowly float into the air.

“Oh my,” the goblin gaped. 

Huffing at her friend’s dramatics, Tali nonetheless pushed the wagon’s side, nudging it away from the hole. As soon as all four wheels were over even ground again, Fren ended the spell, letting the wagon gently set back down. The old goblin clapped her hands in delight.

“That was wonderful!” She gushed. “Saved my poor back and everything! Thank you so much, dearies.”

“You’re very welcome,” Tali said. “Is there anything else we could help you with?”

“Well, now I feel silly, but I’d emptied out everything I could to make this old hunk lighter - I don’t suppose the two of you would mind giving me a hand putting it all back, would you?”

Blinking, Fren leaned over to look at the other side of the road. Sure enough, several blankets were spread across the ground, dozens upon dozens of books and knick-knacks and other peddler’s goods piled atop them. He gave Tali a side-eyed glance, and sighed when she glared back.

“Happy to be of assistance, ma’am.”

[thelone-copper]

I’m sorry for not posting in a few dayS so have this lil doodle of Margo and their new fren

Also this song has been on repeat all day and all I can think about is Margo singing it so heRE

(@//clownsuu)

[beauleifu]

I’m back in my kung fu panda phase and I’m appreciating each moment of it HEHEHE Could we perhaps get the reader who grew up with Chinese martial arts and they’re often sparring with Macaque, while Mayor just watches behind and supports them both ? this is after lbd’s whole fiasco, and they’re all platonic friends !

Thank u fren, take your time with it and it’s totally okay if you can’t do it ! Don’t forget to drink water :Dc happy holidays !

YESSSS oh gosh i loved kung fu panda, such a good phase I respect you for that fren lmao

anyways, HOPE YOU ENJOY LOVELYY

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MACAQUE X READER X MAYOR

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: You. With the boys. Your best friends, who will support you no matter what (and also thoroughly enjoy the trials and terrors they put your sorry ass through). Today, you're training with Macaque on the temple grounds. Using weapons, like usual. What can go wrong?

CW: Language

***

"Carry me, I say!" You chirp, grinning widely.

Macaque stares down his nose at you, unimpressed. "It would be an insult to my strength. I've lifted stuff fifty times heavier than you."

You huff, scrunching your nose at him.

The three of you are strolling through the temple, admiring ancient pieces of Chinese weapons, offensive and defensive, as well as the armor section and a few old relics. However, your destination is the training hall, where you and Macaque shall test each other's fitness and skill levels after technically leveling up both areas. You feel confident, rolling your shoulders experimentally and tightening your grip on your signature fighting weapon.

Now, why three?

A certain bone demon chuckles. "Apologies, (Y/N), but you must carry yourself for now."

"And you won't do it instead?"

"I'm afraid not. I'd like to sit and watch," the Mayor hums, hands clasped neatly behind his back as he strolls alongside the two of you. Macaque pushes open the large, accented doors and you all head into the training arena. "We both know if I were to enter the fray, neither of you would last very long."

The shadow monkey snorts, gruffly assessing the bone demon's frame. "Sure. You're built like a twig."

You flash him a wink. "A dangerous twig with magical powers."

"Precisely why I shall extend my mercy," Mayor says, smiling lazily as he manifests a seat made of bones, settling down on the cushioned surface. "Now please, don't let me interrupt your fun."

Giving him a thumbs up, you turn to Macaque.

He's already grinning down at you, thick, dark eyebrows raised. "Ready to get clobbered?"

"It's a simple sparring match," you reason carelessly. "What could go wrong?"

"Heh. Cocky. I like it."

The two of you face off on either side of the arena, grinning stupidly at eachother. You're glad for times like these, where the three of you can just relax after the tedious and dangerous trials you went through. It certainly seems like the worst is over, though.

All at once, Macaque jabs forward, lightning quick.

You gasp with delight, ducking to the side with a gleeful yelp, and thus begins your sparring match edged with weapons and talons galore. Macaque's offensive start gives you the adrenaline rush you need to counter his attack, using your weapon to propel yourself against the wall. Knees bending like springs coiling tight, you spring forward and jut your spear at the dark furred simian- luckily the tip is dulled and capped.

"Oh ho ho~! You're quicker than usual," Macaque purrs, evading you as easy as the breeze. He takes a few steps behind you, and his tail hooks around your ankle, giving it a swift tug.

The yelp that leaves your lungs is muffled as you collide with the hard, cold surface of the temple sparring grounds, and with a grunt, you raise yourself onto your elbows. "Using your tail?? So that isn't cheating, but me throwing my shoe at you is an instant disqualification?"

Macaque shrugs, smirking. "Are I not allowed to used all parts of my body to defend myself? Unless the shoe was a part of your anatomy..."

"Oh, suck on a dragonfruit," you huff, pushing yourself to your feet.

Deep down, you know he's right, and it just entices you to roll your eyes. Mayor, of course, sides with the six-eared simian, although he doesn't verbally express his share of opinions. Merely, you catch that subtle smirk on his pale features as you spar with Macaque, the subtle quirk of his eyebrow indicating his amusement at your frustration. You're not surprised. The bone demon has yet to drop the chance to get on your nerves.

In the end, you're a breathless puddle of adrenaline with a lingering fight that becomes the only reason you can still swing an scythe. Poor you.

Macaque, on the other hand, hadn't even broken a sweat.

It's been an hour.

Does this guy ever run out of stamina??

When Mayor calls for a breather, you're all but willing to collapse on the plush couch he'd manifested for your sake, the frame made out of bone- of course. You grab your water bottle, taking a huge swing before dumping some of it over your face.

"So how'd I do, huhh?"

Mayor tuts, his trademark smile still ever-present. His eyes flick to Macaque, who joins the two of you and leaning against his staff, supported by his thick tail. The simian clears his throat.

"Good enough. You almost beat me like three times, so . . . props for sheer, absolute stubbornness."

You stick your tongue out at him, still breathless, but silent as the bone demon chuckles. "What our dear friend is trying to say, is that you're improving. Maybe one day you might have the chance to spar against myself, although . . ." He gives a sinister smile. "The chances are slim."

"Awww, cmon. You can't be that good," You huff doubtfully, kicking one leg over the other. An old man like him, putting up a fight worthy of the powerful demons in this realm? Unlikely. However, there's an odd glint in Mayor's eyes that leaves room for doubt.

Macaque's ears flatten. "(Y/N), trust me. I hate to admit it, but . . . Bones here is more powerful than ya think."

The look on your face must've gone noticed by none other than the bone demon himself, who's eyes narrow at your prolonged skepticism.

"Perhaps I demonstrate?"

You're caught off guard as he suddenly stands up, all business as he adjusts his suit and fixes his tie. With a lazy smirk, he extends his hand towards you, a display of misleading courtesy that belies an undercurrent of sinister intentions. Poor, oblivious, gullible you- who takes his hand and allows him to lead you into the sparring arena. You're practically giddy with excitement, totally ready to see what this old bag of bones is capable of.

"Oh, you're on, old man," you hum darkly, sizing him up through narrowed eyes.

Macaque takes your seat on the bone couch, arms crossed over his chest. "Hey- go easy on 'em, Bones," he calls out, looking disinterested. "I'd rather not have to explain this to MK."

"Oh, worry not, my dear," Mayor chuckles humorously, letting you go in order to cross to the other side of the arena. Once there, he spins on his heel, eyes narrowed yet entirely focused on you. "I merely seek to avenge my status, as our dear little mortal appears to doubt me."

You tilt your head, wondering if he'd taken your tease seriously or not. "Uh. Mayor, I wasn't being genuine, you know-"

"Too late!"

Your eyes go wide as Mayor suddenly grins wide. His arms outstretch, wisps of blue and ice cascading from his fingertips and setting the whole arena floor aglow in a brilliant, ice blue hue. You suck in a sharp breath, taking a step back, trying to step off of the cold, ice tiles-

Fire licks at your calves.

You yelp, spinning around- why was it cold???

Then you realize- the Mayor had created a barrier of blue fire, serving as a ring for the arena and effectively trapping you inside. The breath leaves you in a single, shuddering gasp, your fingers tightening on the weapon given to you. A weapon- you're well aware- that will prove to be useless against a demon like Mayor.

Instantly, you realize your mistake, for a moment disregarding your guaranteed safety over the blind notion that you're in danger. You know he'd never truly hurt you but in the midst of all this?? Yeah. You freak out.

"Shit- Mayor, I take it back!" You call out, spinning around-

Only to find the bone demon a mere few feet from your trembling form.

He smiles, tilts his head. "Giving up already? Now that's hardly a warrior's downfall, (Y/N) . . . Go on, give me a good fight," Mayor purrs, before letting out a delighted, unhinged giggle, and lunges.

And boy, does he lunge.

A scream bubbles in your throat, yet you manage to cut yourself off and stumble to the side as Mayor darts forward, hands clasped behind his back. He manages to keep his offense to his feet alone, the thick, black boots kicking out in a series of martial arts moves that shatters your defenses like glass.

You do your best, of course. With each lash of his foot aimed to knock the air out of you or edge you closer to the wall of blue fire, you parry his attacks with your spear.

One- two- three hits, before he strikes a fourth time, harder than the last.

Your weapon splinters right down the middle.

Mayor lets out a mad chuckle, the whites of his eyes flashing in the corner of your eye as he suddenly reaches out, arms encasing your smaller frame and pinning you to the floor.

It took you a few seconds before you'd even realized you'd lost.

"Oh. . . . hgnh . . . O-Owww . . ." You groan, tilting your head to one side to watch the ring of fire slowly dissipate. The glowing tiles beneath your smushed face return to its normal ashen brown, and you're suddenly acutely aware of Mayor's knee pressing into your back. "Ow."

Macaque, who'd been watching the whole thing, rushes into the ring the moment a break in the fire forms. It licks at his hair but he shakes it off, coming to stand in front of you two. He looks . . . concerned.

"Oh my god, you killed them."

"I did no such thing!" Mayor protests, almost indignantly. As if he'd lose control and kill somebody on accident. "All the blood on my hands has never been an accident, shadow puppet. Now- help them up, please."

Macaque stiffens, bristling- but eventually grasps your hand the moment Mayor gets off of you. He hauls you to your feet, one hand on your head.

"You alright in there, bud?"

The moment your eyes meet, Macaque gets a face full of your pissed, frustrated, and still somewhat excited expression. "Fuck you, why didn't you warn me the old man kicks ass harder than my favorite music band?"

"Oh, thank god, you're still there." The simian rolls his eyes sarcastically, finding relief in your scathing remark. It just lets him know you're okay.

Mayor grins over your shoulder. "I didn't bruise you too badly, did I?"

"Mm . . . not really. A few here and there," you hum, scanning your body, pretending to be studious about it. "Mostly my pride and honor, but, y'know, when did I have any of that, anyways?"

Both of your friends manage an amused chuckle at your feigned indifference, knowing you're gonna hold a grudge for a day or so.

"My apologies, dear, but- you did challenge me," Mayor purrs.

"I called you old."

"Same thing."

"Macaque calls you old all the time!!"

"Yessss, but- I've beaten him more times than I can count. I decided to extend my mercy~"

[againstthegrainphoto]

Me. I’m that fren.

And I’m not happy about cornbread. Should have not eaten that muffin at lunch.

😒

At a brewery with mah friend watching this game and I knew it I fucking knew Cornbread wouldn’t allow a freaking sweep

[tinkerbelle05]

can you do gwen x reader with prompt #4 on friends to lovers

Can we be more than friends?

Characters: Gwen x Black!Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: (Requsted & Prompt) Thanks fren 🤍

Warning: teenage awkwardness, pinning

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You and Gwen had been friends for years now, practically all of your life. You would consider her your best friend but lately you wanted her to be more than that. You think. Lately, you’ve been noticing more things about her that you never had before.

Like her eyes, did they always look like water colors, different colors swirling together to make the beautiful shade of blue? Or how her pain-staking raw and angelic her voice is?

Was she always this amazing person who couldn’t be real? Or was you just old enough to finally understand it?

Then you realize how long you’ve been staring and you probably should stop.

“Okay, so which should we watch Mean Girls or finishing watching Heartstopper?” Gwen’s question broke you out of your trance.

”Uh, you choose,” you replied and got comfortable on her bed.

She gave you scowl and crawled to the front of the bed where you were laying at. She poked you on the cheek, “I’m asking you because I couldn’t pick, duh.”

“Well I guess we’re both indecisive,” you replied and turned to face her. You both were so, so close. You imagined kissing her and-. No, no. Gwen is your friend, and would only be that.

But still, when she leaned her head against your shoulder and snuggled up to your side, “I guess that’s why we’re such best friends.” She smiled into your shoulder and you can smell the shampoo she had used.

“Mean girls. We can watch all of the movies,” you answered after some time of silence.

Wordlessly Gwen pressed the start button and the movie marathon began. After watching the first movie and half of the 2nd, you heard Gwen soft snores. She’s moved to the corner of the bed, her back facing you.

You turned off the tv and pulled the covers of you, turning your back to Gwen.

“Good night,” you whispered and the world turned black.

You woke up to a blaring alarm bursting your eardrums. Your eyes shot open and you attempted to lift your body but something-someone- trapped you down on the bed.

You casted your eyes downward and it was Gwen. Her arms were wrapped around your body and your legs intertwined together.

You went rigid. You didn’t dare move or make a sound. You didn’t know how to deal with this or what to do. As close as you and Gwen were, this never happened.

Like yeah, you guys would hug and cuddle but that’s when your awake. Not sleeping together. God, did you cuddle the whole night? Who came closer first?

You watched as Gwen eyes fluttered open. She blinked a few times and her eyes widened once she realized what’s happening. Almost immediately she jumped out of your hold and to the corner of the bed with redness all of her neck and cheek.

“I…I…um,” she stuttered a bit. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“Gwen, it’s fine. Really, it’s okay,” you attempted to reassure her and came a bit closer.

She took some deep breathes, “Uh, really? You sure?”

“Yes, yes. Are you okay with it?” You asked her and you watched as she mumbled something under her breath. You came closer to Gwen and faced your ear to her, “What did you say? I didn’t hear you.”

“It was okay, I would be fine with more,” she whispered into your ear and hastily looked away.

You stood there for a moment, repeating what was spoken to you. You whipped your head around to face Gwen whose eyes was downcast.

“You…you like me too?” You asked, heart beating rapidly.

You both just stare at eachother for a minute before Gwen gives you a quick kiss on the cheeks, answering your question. You gave her another kiss, and another.

You liked kissing Gwen.

You rest your forehead on hers and asked, “Gwen, do you think we can be more than friends?”

She bites her lips and thinks it over, “Yea, definitely.”

-

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[ruhorih4ra]

Heheh yes I couldn't finish in 22 parts but this ends today my frens, no more wainting for my pathetic ass.

GET OUT OF MY WAY 🌈

Sc recovered faster than you, she stayed with you for a week before moving in with the angels.

She visited you regularly, much to the brothers’ distress, they became especially angry when she talked about the things you’d do in the human world once you recovered. She was as beautiful as ever, but her nose was somehow screwed up, a sharp contrast to her harmonious and elegant features.

She came to see you one day when you were alone. She locked the door before approaching you. “I know it's futile, but it's force of habit, I guess.”

Perhaps you were thinking too loud, maybe you weren’t as discreet as you thought because her smile widened. “It'll heal with time, they said I deserve it.” She took a small mirror out of her bag and began inspecting her face, her back turned to you. “I've come to say goodbye. I'm leaving today.” Until that moment you realized that she wasn't wearing the RAD uniform but a sober green dress that made her eyes appear green.

“You haven’t completed the program yet.”

“I was never part of it.” She moved the mirror to see you instead. “I know you may not think the same but humans don’t have a place here.”

“You say that, but they made this creepy hospital room just because you suggested it. Satan also wore a blue robe.” You saw her taking a seat beside your bed. “Yes, he didn’t want to, but I convinced him that the color blue conveys calm and reduces stress.”

You laughed as you remembered Satan’s clothes from the last few days, always wearing something blue.

“I did suggest some things, but I always had in mind that they were toying with me, that they could kill me.” You were ready to deny it when doubt choked you. “Would you mind? if they did, would you take my side?”

“They wouldn’t.” You said. She saw doubt across your face, but not a new one, it looked as if you were already familiar with that question. “This is probably why they decided to keep you out of this.” Sc said.

“Can’t you guys live together without trying to kill each other?” The stubborn part of you replied, ever since the beginning you knew that the plan of Diavolo was close to a utopia. “You don’t need me to answer that.”

“Solomon wants humanity to be able to defend itself too, he-”

“He destroyed my organization’s opportunity to let the world know about the Devildom.” Sc finished your sentence. You didn’t know the reason behind Solomon’s doing, but your trust in the sorcerer didn’t waver. “I assure you whatever he did was for humanity’s sake”.

She had so many things to say, so many words stuck in her throat, but as much as she wanted to convince you, she was tired. Perhaps one day she’ll come back, but for now, she wanted to forget everything about heaven and hell. “That sounds unfair, but I can’t do more, can I? I’m sorry for accidentally releasing such a troublesome curse.” She left her seat and fixed her hair.

“Just don’t do it again.”

“Demons are powerful, but as incredible as it may seem, you can take care of them.” You knew she wasn’t talking about The Little D.’s

She offered her hand, she wasn't smiling but something in her was surely happy. “Wait.” You gently place two fingers over her nose. It only took you a minute to heal it and return it to its original shape. “That's it. It was bugging me the entire time.” You took her hand and smiled. “See you soon, Sc.”

“Don’t forget to take your vitamins and I hope to see at least some regulations next time.” Sc said.

A second later she was gone, your hand grasping empty space and your eyes fixed on the wall. Nobody asked you about her, no one scolded you for helping her without permission. You didn't say anything either.

***

“Come on, Mc! You're slow!” Mammon shouted, he was holding all your luggage from Purgatory Hall back to the House of Lamentation. He was so happy that you start to wonder if flowers would sprout from his feet.

“What's wrong? Are you okay?” You must have been very slow if he stopped to ask you. “I was thinking maybe it’s too soon to go back.”

His face withered just by hearing your words, he had the face of a child after a reprimand or a broken promise. “Oh, ya know what? you don't have to come back if you don't want to.”

You looked around, there wasn't a place in your field of vision that wasn't occupied by crows. It would have been a majestic sight, but it became comical when all the big black birds lowered their heads, crestfallen. “I want to!” You said, hesitant. At your words, all of them raised their heads again, giving little jumps of excitement and looking at each other. “Oh, but maybe it is too soon!”

Their heads dropped again.

You laughed, unable to contain it any longer, earning curious but hopeful looks from the black birds. “Hey! Don't be rude, don't play with our feelings.” Mammon had dropped your things, hugging you from behind, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “We are very sensitive folks, bet ya didn't know that.”

You turned and hugged him, finding yourself trapped in his arms. Lately, the brothers’ main characteristic was defined by their craving for love. You could feel it in every hug, every word, every touch. The words danced and caressed you tenderly, quietly asking “Have you decided to stay?”

The audience around you seemed to have run out of patience, they started to chirp and fly from one place to another. Slowly, their complaints became louder until Mammon let you go, shutting them up. “Would ya stop?! Can’t you see I am busy?!”

You grabbed some of your things and Mammon took that as a sign of defeat. He tried to mask his sadness, but his eyes couldn't lie to save his life. He took the rest of your things and walked back to Purgatory Hall, avoiding to look directly at you and show the tears brimming in his eyes.

“Where are you going?” You simply said, a little embarrassed by your own hesitation. However, the demon didn't seem a bit angry, his eyes lit again when he realized what you meant. “Wherever you want to go, Mc.”

***

Oh, it was getting bigger. The elephant in the room. Every day a little bit more. In the morning, having breakfast and running out of conversation became your worst fear. In those cases, the atmosphere turned uncomfortable and you could almost cut the tension with a knife.

They must have special abilities, surely they can hear your heart or the tension of your muscles when you're about to bring out the topic. They're always quick to fly, to change the conversation, to hug or kiss their way out of trouble.

While you were sitting in the living room, you noticed that your hands were a mess, you'd bite your nails because of all the anxiety and uncertainty. They hurt and certainly wasn’t a pleasant thing to look at. “Dear, what did you do!?” Judging by his voice, Asmodeus could have been witnessing the murder of Lord Diavolo or worse. You covered your hands before facing Asmo, even if it was obvious that he’d already seen them. “Nothing.”

You quickly noticed that everything about Asmodeus looked immaculate, not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle in his clothes or a pimple on his face. Despite this, he seemed more uncomfortable than ever. “What's wrong with you?”

He seemed seriously affected by your question, but he successfully hid it. “I'm sorry.” He said after sitting next to you. He was holding your hands while he inspected them. It wasn't normal to see Asmodeus so calm and thoughtful.

“Why?” You stuttered. “You must think we are doing this on purpose, but that's definitely a lie, hon.” He said, his gaze moved from one thing to another but it was clear he wasn't looking at anything.

“Don’t apologize.” You said. Asmo looked as bemused as the first time he found out that humans’ noses and ears never stop growing.

“I told you horrible things. You were right, something was very wrong and I couldn't stop it in time.” You pulled out a hangnail and watched the blood staining your finger. It hurt, but you couldn’t get rid of it.

Asmo didn't say a word, he got up and left before you could say more. Barbatos had asked you to (in his own words) refrain from using any more magic and rest properly until your body felt better. You watched how the loose skin around your fingers disappeared and the pain subsided as well.

“Barbatos would be angry.” Asmo arrived again, this time with his manicure set. “If I can use magic to heal myself, why shouldn’t I use it?” You left your place on the couch and sat on the floor, placing your hands on the small table that was right in the middle of the room. “I know hon, but you're still recovering from using too much magic, remember?” Asmo opened the elegant pastel pink bag, slowly choosing and separating his tools.

“I feel fine already.” You said, looking at him, who was feigning concentration. He was trying to focus on your nails, being able to hold your hands again was distracting but feeling your gaze on him, your scrutiny, was even more troublesome.

“Mc, am I distracting you with my beauty?” He took the nail clipper and carefully cut your nails to the same length he knows you prefer. The room fell silent, only the sound of the nail clipper and Asmo's soft breathing.

Asmodeus' face was ridiculously perfect. You understand why Lucifer called him the “Jewel of the Heavens” His eyelashes, so many and so long. His eyes, two spheres with a sunset trapped inside. Then you noticed the tears that slid silently through his face. “Why are you crying?”

“Do you like my face?” He asked, massaging your cuticles with cream. You removed one of your hands and the effect was immediate; Asmodeus lift his head with an expression that could only mean fear. “Of course I like your face. Don't bite your lips, they'll bleed.” you caressed his cheek, trying to erase the sad grimace.

“I'm sorry. I don't want to be disgusting. I don't want to disgust you. It sounds silly but, when you said that, I felt as if you weren’t just talking about my face.” He bursted out. Tears started falling against his will. He didn't want to cry and ruin his appearance, all the effort he put to please you. You waste no time hugging him, his head on your shoulder while his hands clung to your back. “Asmo, please forgive me! You have to believe me! I didn't mean it, those words are a lie, how can I think that?”

“You didn't say anything, I thought you were still angry.” He said between sobs. “Your face distracted me, you look very handsome today. Every part of you is dazzling.”

“Really?” He raised his head and looked at you, his eyes red and funnily circular, his eyebrows went up in astonishment and hope. His nose was red too, and you realized that you couldn't distinguish between his tears and his mucus. “Honestly, your worst is probably more beautiful than anybody's best.”

He blushed and laughed, quickly wiping his face with a handkerchief that came out of nowhere. “I'm sorry Mc. I love you, I love you so much that sometimes it makes me jealous. Jealous that you may not feel the same way.”

“You know I love you too, Asmo.” He laughed tenderly, feeling as embarrassed as if he had never heard those words before. However, after a moment, his eyes saddened again. “I got carried away, she was,” It was hard for him to say it. “Sc was a good friend.”

“Pfftt, why is it so hard for you to admit it? I would expect it from Lucifer, but,” You tried to cheer him up but he cut you off, shaking his head. “I hurt you and I didn’t realize it.”

“Asmo, stop right there. It's okay, this is the purpose of the whole exchange student program. To build a safe place to connect with everyone.” you reassured him, sensing that he was fighting his guilt.

Tears didn’t stop falling from his eyes, but the hint of a smile was there. What would he do if he were in your place? Surely his words would be very different and yet you don’t seem fake. “Mc, dear, blink three times if Lucifer is forcing you to say that.” Your arms embraced him as you smiled, your laugh was like the promise of forgiveness he needed, he held you stronger than ever to remind himself of what he almost lost.

“Oh! She was a good drinker too, haha!” He murmured in your ear without breaking the hug.

“Asmo, you KNOW humans can't get drunk with demonus.”

“I may have or may not spill a few secrets.” He murmured, both of you looked around, making sure no one else was in the room. Both of you silently agreed that it was best to keep that information out of the older brother’s reach.

He let you go, happily returning to his task, choosing a color and delicately painting your nails. “I saw your eyes and knew something was wrong but I couldn't do anything. I'm so sorry, Mc.” He could imagine his life without you and it looked empty, it looked like his reflection in a lake, if he sank he would end up alone in an endless bottom of frozen water. He couldn’t stop thinking about how close he had been to losing the one person he loved the most.

“Alright, that's enough dear. I forgive you. Stop torturing yourself, you know all that stress will give you wrinkles.” Since Asmo was still busy with your hands, you only smiled at him, laughing a bit when he tried to mask his fear. Finally, he smiled. “You have a special place here, Mc. Here with us and here with me.”

Even after he finished and your nails alternated between a green lime and a soft pink, Asmo remained still, looking at your hands, both embarrassed and shy. “May I kiss you, Mc?” he asked, almost Innocently.

“You may.”

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FINAL PART!!