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[joisbishmyoga]

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[shinsouskitten]

omg hey! i love ur writing!! feel free to ignore this lol but i need my daily dose of shinsou smut👉👈. perhaps a softer shinso😳 maybe a lil hand riding if u wanna. thank u <3

ooooooooooooooooo boi

HANDS

I suck at writing pure smut but my hand kink made me do it

💜 Hitoshi Shinsou x vagina!having!reader (no pronouns)

Warnings: smut… obviously, kinda praise kink, bit of overstimulation (very slight)

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This wasn’t the plan. But what did he expect when he rocked up at home with about a thousand rings dotted across his fingers. Hitoshi’s hands were always beautiful, but the shining display of silver just pushed you over the edge. He pressed a kiss to your temple as he walked in, before making a beeline for the sofa, collapsing into it almost immediately.

Where did he get them from? And why? Actually, you didn’t care. They just looked good. 

“Tired?” You asked with a smile.

He grumbled out a yes.

You strolled over to him, looking down from the back of the sofa. You leant down to press a kiss to his lips (spiderman who?). He smiled up at you softly.

“I love you.”

You couldn’t help but smile in response. “I love you too.”

With another quick kiss you lifted a leg over the back of the sofa, tumbling not-so-gracefully to join Hitoshi on his side. 

You sighed as he removed the rings, placing them on the coffee table with a series of clinks. He turned to look at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“You okay?” 

You nodded slowly, eyes stuck on his hands as they lay on his thighs. No matter how often you saw them, his hands always did something to you. You had to restrain yourself from jumping him over the simplest things like him passing you a cup of coffee. How could one person’s hands be so damn beautiful.

“You distracted or something?” He asked, eyes following your line of sight until he realised. “Oh.”

A soft chuckle left his throat, but, unashamed you didn’t look away from his hands. 

“They’re pretty?” You mumbled.

He hummed. “I don’t see it.”

“Then you’re blind.” You replied, swinging a leg over his thighs and planting yourself in his lap.

His hands quickly found your hips, but they didn’t move. Just hovered there, his eyes scanning as if waiting for permission. 

“You’re very needy tonight.” He said with a kiss.

You responded by rolling your hips once, twice, then threading your hands into his hair and tugging slightly.

“Very needy.” He chuckled.

You sighed, looking at him with pleading eyes. 

“What do you want, baby?” He asked, hands barely ghosting over your skin.

You whined. “Want you.” You huffed.

“You gotta be specific baby.” He murmured into your neck, leaning in to press a kiss to your clavicle and sending shivers down your spine. “What do you want?”

“Want your hands.” You finally.

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow with a soft chuckle.

A single hand finally clasped down on your hips, while the over one danced up your back until it found itself at the base of your neck. A few fingers twirled into your hair and pulled, exposing your neck to Shinsou, who took the opportunity to nip at your skin, before soothing his bite with a swipe of his tongue. You let out a soft moan, and he chuckled again.

“Where?”

For a second you didn’t even register that he’d spoken, too preoccupied with the feeling of his hands exploring your body and the occasional bite to your neck. 

“Hmm?”

“Where do you want my hands?” 

He pulled back to lay against the back of the sofa, ceasing all movement as you let out a groan. His hands fell back to his lap, and you watched them, transfixed on each vein and crease of his skin. 

His eyes travelled down your body, his lip quirking into a smile as he noticed his own t-shirt adorning your torso, nothing more than a simple pair of underwear between him and his goal - or your goal. 

“You know where.” You mumbled.

“I can’t hear you.” He chuckled.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Just touch me!” You whined out.

Tonight that was enough. You weren’t the only one feeling needy, and Hitoshi’s hands were quick to find your waist again, slipping under your shirt as they played with the waistband of your panties. He looked up at you, and you nodded.

“Up.” He said simply.

You lifted your hips just enough for him to slide them down your thighs, then jump off the sofa for less than a second to shuck them off your legs. Regaining your position on his lap, Hitoshi smiled. 

One hand remained on your hip while the other moved to the inside of your thigh, his tough feather light. He finally reached where you wanted him, and was apparently done with waiting.

He slid a single finger into you, unsurprisingly faced with little to no resistance. He was right, you were needy. Not that he cared, he was always happy to take care of his baby's needs. You moaned, but it still wasn’t enough. He knew what you wanted before you said anything, adding another finger and curling them inside you as you let out a shaky breath.You looked up at him, but he was hypnotized with the view of you taking him so easily. You began to rock on his hand, rolling your hips as if begging him to move.

The scrape of his palm against your clit only added to your pleasure as you rode his hand, tumbling further and further into ecstasy. He curled his fingers inside of you again, brushing over that spongy spot inside of you that always made you see stars. 

“You’re so good for me.” He murmured, breath hot on your neck.

You whined in response to the praise, hips rocking faster. It was nearly embarrassing how fast he could bring you to the brink, but Hitoshi knew your body almost better that you did. Normally he would take his time, maybe even edge you if you’d been bratty with him, but tonight he was feeling merciful. At least for now.

Hitoshi loves to watch you cum. It’s possibly his favourite sight in the world. The way your thighs clench around him, the roll of your eyes as they fall back into your head, the way your mouth hangs open in a silent scream of pleasure. It’s breathtaking; the eighth wonder of the world.

He knows your close when your thighs shudder, and your breath hitches in your throat as the force of your orgasm crashes into you. You let out a loud moan, almost feeling bad for your neighbors, but it felt so good you didn’t even care.

He doesn’t stop, fingers brushing against the perfect spot again and again. Eventually you have you grab his wrist, the overstimulation quickly turning painful. He smiled up at you, proud of the blissed out expression on your face. You whined as he removed his fingers, already missing the feeling of him inside you.

He brought his fingers up to his lips, eyes never leaving yours. He wrapped his tongue around the digits, drawing them into his mouth as you let out a groan at the spectacle. He hummed in appreciation.

“You always taste so sweet.” 

He leant forward, using the hand on your waist to force you closer to him - if that was even possible. You taste yourself on his tongue as it pushes into your mouth. You stay that way for a while, kissing lazily, until you finally pull yourself from his lap, taking one of his hands in yours, a glint in your eye.

“Bedroom?” He asked, reading your mind.

You smile, and he lets you pull him along the familiar route to your bedroom. 

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a/n I’m going to hell

[venusiangguk]

ok. i finished 10 minutes ago and needed a break. prepare for a long message miss stella 🙂

firstly, THE BEGINNING. WHAT THE CUCKSNEKMFKD. THE WORKING OUT, THE WATCHING EACH OTHER IN THE MIRROR, THE SEXUAL TENSION I COULD FEEL THROUGH THE SCREEN. i-

ok but when oc was kinda sad she wasn’t invited i wanted to cry because i get so immersed into the story i forget nari isn’t hers. it’s just cause she’s so amazing to nari that i forget :/ and it’s hard for me to accept she’s not oc and jk’s baby. anyways.

the ASS EATING STELLA. u went in and i’m so happy for that. wait i need to appreciate this snippet:

“As your tongue works over him, he chants over and over again, tells you how hot you look, how good your mouth feels, how wants you to keep going. It’s when you point your tongue a little, just barely pressing into his rim that his hand goes to the back of your head.

He holds your face to his ass, pushes you into him as he melts into the chair, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths that lilt up at the end.

“Good girl,” Jeongguk moans, his eyes blinking open hazily as he looks down at you again.”

WHDKSIWNEJE THIS WAS THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE SMUT FOR ME.

hELP BUT WHEN SHE SAID DADDY AND HE WAS LIKE “no🤨” I SCREAMED … the sir kink i gotta go. let’s not forget how oc was CRYING from the jock. she was so overwhelmed, there was so much happening. like the way u were adding in the little thoughts where we could tell love was brewing 😞 oh and i need to mention him holding her up cause she was completely fucked out… yeah

wait before i get to the hard part, I WANNA SAY JK HAVING A LITTLE AREA FOR NARI WITH A DANCE BAR 😭 sobbing rn

…. ok

now onto the madness.

i just knew nari’s mom was gonna be at the door. like if she wasn’t u would’ve been like “you paid the delivery guy quickly and walked to the kitchen” but the way you were processing every second before oc opened the door.. i just KNEW.

the AWKWARDNESS. we all know oc is gorgeous but we’ve all been there where we meet someone important and we don’t look our best and we’re sCREAMING inside. now oc didn’t seem to care besides the fact she was in jk’s shirt and it was painfully obvious they just fucked (wait i wish oc was like “bitch i ate his ass bet u never did before” ok let me stop)

we all knew dasom was gonna be THAT mom. hardworking, intimidating, classy, beautiful, JUDGEMENTAL. and whilst reading i was angry…quite PISSED OFF i will admit, BUT the more u think about it.. yeah imagine taking your daughter to your ex’s house and seeing a beautiful young woman in a your ex husbands shirt and your daughter reaching for her… what would u do? i’d be petty. so yeah can i blame her? no.

but i still wanted to punch her in the fucking face. like i have a strong hate for her but i also don’t?? it bothers me that her and jk thought having a baby would fix everything. at least they’re both amazing parents. nari’s speech issues hurt me sm. i could feel gguk’s worry. and ngl i felt for dasom when she cried. but also GET OUT OF HERE CUNT!! (i’m bipolar when it comes to her sorry 😁)

but i am mad at gguk for not defending oc. i know he was kinda in shock from the questions about “are u committing to her” but it made me upset. maybe cause i’ve been in that situation. and having someone u care about NOT defend u fucking hurts. a guy did the same to me with his ex. i get it’s a different situation tho, my ex wasnt a hot sexy rich carrying dilf… 

but this is stressful because i understand both sides. i don’t think i’d want to become a stepmom at 22. no matter how much i loved someone and their kid. this is hard for me to say but, i for once would be okay with them not ending up together. (i say this now but if they don’t i’ll be kicking n crying on the floor cussing u out)…. this is totally different than icrlr because here we have both sides communicating their feelings and concerns.

and they are both in COMPLETELY different parts of their life. it hurts.. so bad to say but maybe they aren’t meant to be together.

damn stella you’ve broken me. i’m actually wishing for them to part. look what you’ve done to me 🙂

now i’m not saying i’d be mad if they end up together, but i feel like if they don’t, it makes sense.

but iF THEY DONT POOR NARI WILL MISS HER. oh speaking of nari and oc… the part where she was holding her face while crying i- 😭 ur evil for that. babies r so precious. i’m done. and THE NARWHAL NOOOO 🙁

well i feel like i touched on everything i can remember. i’m sure more will come to mind after some re-reads. thank u my lovely stella, for the lengthy update. 💖💖

(but damn u cant put me thru the ringer like this … my feelings are so fucked up rn)

ahhhh yaz <33 ur reviews always make me sooo happy <333

i too forget that nari isn't oc's sometimes :( (or like i choose to forget about her mom lmao) she and nari have such a special bond </3

yes the ass eating 😤 and yeah okay, when he was pushing her into him i had to pause and like... think about my choices bc something activates me when jk gets so into it 🥴 im glad u liked it, love writing ass eating <3 jk really was like 'no daddy kink ever 🙅��' LMAO i feel like this smut was one of their more passionate times, they both were so into it n <33

ur exactly right about the kind of mom dasom is LOL and ur also right about how she reacted, like i feel like i would have definitely acted similarly, if not more petty 😭 but yeah she was kinda bitchy and didn't have to express herself that way. and when they were talking about nari, i really wanted to show dasom isn't a bad mom, and they she LOVES nari... like she's the antagonist but she's not a villain, i wanted her to be very human. (i kinda have a soft spot for her tbh)

it really is so hard because everyones emotions are valid. i know some people will pick sides, but i as the writer understand the motives of everyone a little better so i have a difficult time, although i can understand the flaws in each characters thinking process lol. they have a lot to think about and work through </33

thank u so much for reading and for taking the time to send me this like u have no idea how much i look forward to reading what u think about my stuff, ur opinion is valuable to me friend <33

[kiralaufeyson84]

Love is a b*tch

Loki Laufeyson x Irene Scarlett fanfic

Fic by Kira

Summary: Irene never thought she'd enjoy the company of Loki. But after many dates, getting engaged and having sex while also planning the wedding, she realized that she loves his company more than she thought.

Warning(s): Language, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT KIDS), vaginal fingering, oral sex (male receiving), multiple orgasms, Daddy kink, master kink, breeding kink, fluff, light crackheadness (DON'T READ IF U R UNDER 18)

A/N: My first smut that I hope ain't a shit show- Lord have mercy on my poor soul-

Irene sat up in her shared bed with her fiance. She

glanced over at the clock and noticed it was 5:30 AM. Irene put her hands on her face and thought What the hell is wrong with me. Irene's been having recurring dreams about Loki and her after the wedding getting down and dirty. She then glanced over at her sleeping fiance and she smiled. She then started to play with his hair, carefully as to not wake him up. Irene then touched Loki's pale abs and bit her bottom lip.

"Take a picture, darling. It'll last longer," a gravelly

voice remarked with a smirk. Irene looked and noticed Loki was awake. Irene blushed and took her hands off Loki's abs.

"What's wrong, darling? Why are you up at this

ungodly hour?" Loki asked, a hint of concern in his voice. Irene shook her head and replied with "Nothing. Just a dream." Loki then moved closer to Irene and started kissing her neck. When Irene moaned slightly, Loki smirked against her skin. Irene whispered her fiance's name with pleasure. Loki continued.

"Loki, wait," Irene moaned softly. Loki lifted his

head and kissed his fiance's lips. Irene moaned into the kiss softly. Loki just groaned as he got harder. Irene's beautiful, tan body glistened in the pale moonlight of the night, peeking out from behind the curtains.

"I love you, pet," Loki growled softly as he bit Irene's bottom lip softly. Irene moaned and grabbed Loki's hair, weaving the soft, raven locks in her fingers.

Irene woke up from her trance and memory of her

and loki having sex this morning by Tony snapping his fingers and calling her name.

"Huh?" Irene asked. Tony replied with "I asked if you wanted any coffee." Irene nodded and said "Sorry. Loki and I woke up early and we um...Sort of…Nevermind." She then took a sip of her coffee. Loki walked in and smirked at Irene.

"Hello, darling," Loki purred to Irene. Irene smiled at her fiance. She then glanced at her engagement ring - a silver band with hints of gold with an emerald in the center. Loki's was the same color scheme except larger for his long, slender ring finger. Irene bit her lip thinking about what his fingers could do - both in public and in the bedroom. The thought made wetness and warmness shoot to her core, dampening her panties. Loki then sat by his fiance and put his arm around her. Irene had her hand on her panties, cupping her clothed sex. She blushed when Loki put his free hand under her panties and started to rub her clit. Irene then bit her lip.

"And on this note, I'll leave you two love birds

alone," Tony said as he grabbed his cup and walked off. Irene then moaned softly and Loki chuckled. He then inserted his middle finger in Irene's cunt. The goddess then tried to grip the table while biting her lip to quiet her moans and whimpers.

"Oh come on. Let your moans out, my darling little

pet," Loki cooed. He then nipped at Irene's ear and then whispered "My Lille Kanin (little rabbit)." That nickname was Irene's favorite because it riled her up inside. That made her even wetter as Loki added his pointer finger and thrusted his fingers in her wet cunt.

"God yes! Loki!" Irene moaned as she reached closer and closer to her orgasm.

"You're getting close. I can feel it," Loki growled. "Let go. Cum all over my fingers, Lille Kanin." And that she did. Irene came all over Loki's hand with a scream of Loki's name. Loki chuckled and kissed Irene. The goddess and god forgot about Irene's breakfast as Loki picked her up bridal style. The next thing Irene knew was that the two of them appeared in Loki's living quarters of the tower. Loki then threw Irene on the bed and, with a green glimmer, their clothes vanished and appeared on the ground. Loki then laid down by Irene. The goddess looked down and noticed Loki was hard. She drooled at the sight of her fiance's cock. Now, she's seen Loki's dick multiple times but it was so thick and veiny and perfect.

"I can see you eyeing my cock, little rabbit," Loki

purred. "If you want it so bad, beg. Beg to use it however you want. And maybe, master will allow you to do it." Irene then thought about what she wanted to do and then she did as she was told. Except she wanted to add a little spice to it.

"Please let me make you feel good daddy. I wanna

suck your cock and make you cum down my throat. Then I wanna ride your dick until you cum in me and I cum on your cock. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk in the morning. Please fuck me, daddy," Irene begged. Loki grabbed Irene's hair and passionately kissed her. Irene opened her mouth and let Loki's tongue in. The two of them then pulled back and Irene slowly went down to face her lover's hard dick. Pre-cum was dripping a bit from the tip. Irene smiled and kissed the penis face (or the tip of the cock- I need to stop watching Bad Moms-). Loki groaned a bit at Irene's action. Irene then put the cock in her mouth half way (so like 6 inches) and started sucking.

"Fuck. Such a good pet. Sucking her master's cock

perfectly. This never gets old. Don't - god damn - fucking stop," Loki groaned with pleasure. Irene went deeper but stopped at Loki's shaft. She then stroked at what was left and felt herself getting wetter. The goddess then made her hand go to rub her clit. Irene moaned against her fiance's cock. Loki grabbed Irene's hair tightly and tugged. Irene moaned a bit louder around Loki's dick and sucked faster.

"By gods you know how to suck my dick. That's it.

Good Lille Kanin," Loki moaned softly. He was getting close and Irene could feel it. That is until Loki pulled her off his cock.

"Wait, Daddy, you didn't cum down my throat,"

Irene whined a bit. Loki chuckled and purred "Oh no, darling pet. Because I want to cum in that pretty pussy of yours. Maybe even get you pregnant before we wed." Irene bit her lip at the thought of doing something so sinful. She wasn't any religion really but she still felt like she needed to consume holy water when she and Loki did anything "sinful".

"Let me ride you, daddy. Please," Irene begged.

Loki's breath hitched at the nickname/pet name. Loki nodded and Irene sat herself on Loki's cock, painfully yet beautifully slowly. Once she got fully seated, the 2 gods let out satisfied groans. Irene then started moving her hips slowly. Irene let out a quiet "Fuck~" as she moved. Loki's cold hands then met Irene's warm hips, making her go faster.

"God you're so tight," Loki groaned. Irene was

moaning in pleasure. She moaned curses and Loki's name as she drew closer and closer to climax. Loki smirked and growled "You look so pretty riding my cock, Lille Kanin." There was change in position when Loki put Irene on her back. Loki then thrusted into Irene at an inhuman like speed. Irene gripped the bedsheets and then scratched Loki's already scratched back.

"Oh fuck! Loki! Daddy!" Irene whimpered. Tears of

pleasure peaked at the corner of Irene's light lavender eyes. Loki kissed Irene passionately once more and groaned. Irene's moans got louder as the two broke the kiss. Irene then whimpered "Fuck! Loki, I'm so fucking close. Please let me cum. I gotta cum. Please. Loki please fucking make me cum!" Loki growled in Irene's ear "Cum on my fucking cock, pet. Do it. Cum with me. I command you." Loki and Irene's pants, moans and groans filled the room.

"Irene, if you don't cum in the next ten seconds,"

Loki growled. He got closer to her ear and growled deeply "you won't get to." And with that growl Irene came with a scream of Loki's name, Loki following only a few seconds later. The two of them stayed still, catching their breath. When the two caught their breath, Loki pulled out, leaving Irene feeling empty and leaving a bit of cum dripping from Irene's cunt.

"Are you ok, darling?" Loki asked as he turned to

face his woman. Irene smiled and looked at Loki with a reply of "I'm better than ok." Loki smiled and snuggled with Irene, kissing her head.

-

It was 2 in the afternoon when Tony approached

Irene.

"Hey, Stark. What's-" Irene said. She noticed Tony blushing a bit.

"Next time you and Loki have sex, please do it quietly or at your place- Evryone heard you-" Tony told Irene. The goddess became red. Loki was walking past and heard. All he did was smirk as a reminder that he's proud of what happened.

[lux-i-fer]

You got any good fics to recommend?

Always! Here is my original Fic Rec list I did a while back, here’s a Fluff List, and here is my wing!fic masterpost. Also I’m adding a few more off the top of my head.

1. Glass Houses by evenhisfacewasanalias 

Summary:Chloe and Lucifer have to go undercover as a married couple in a model community to solve the murder of an heiress, and they grow closer in the process. Begins sometime after Lucifer starts to admit his feelings for Chloe, but before she can admit any feelings towards him. Lots of fluff and a fair amount of smut coming up, because I think we all need a break from bad things happening in this show and in the real world.

Why I like it: The summary says it all: fake married deckerstar trying to survive in a gated community? Sign me U P. This fic has a special way of approaching the whole “uber-intense slow burn” deckerstar tension. Instead of immediately giving into the undeniable tension, the author makes you work for that smut. Like ya’ll gotta sit through shirtless and pantsless deckerstar, hot pool make-out sessions, and interrupting ex husbands before The Main Event™. It tortures you in the absolute best way possible while also having some rather enduring and hilarious moments with the colorful cast of neighbors. 

2. UnDeserving by PokerFace84

Summary: Starts after episode 2x13. Lucifer left Los Angeles without saying goodbye to anyone, resolved to plan his revenge on God for manipulating him. But before he can make the plan he discovers that there’s something very wrong with Heaven. And to make things worse he is asked (in a way) by God himself to help. Will Lucifer decide to help and save more than just Heaven or will he decide to take advantage of his Father’s vulnerability and take his revenge?Complex plot, lots of supernatural stuff, some pain, angst, love, hate etc. (just like in the real life :) (WIP)

Why I like it: Ensemble cast!! Everyone and their mother is in this fic (and then some). Don’t get turned off by the few chapters where Lucifer is out on his own little side-quest because you’ll want to stick around for this one. You want some Mom and Ella interactions? Chloe confronting Mom and Amenadiel? Lucifer and Dad finally talking? This is the fic for you! Pile on lots of drama and almost more tension than the show itself, and this is the perfect dose of angst and baddassery. Did I mention that it has some pretty interesting OC’s? And for someone who has trouble getting into OC’s I can firmly say that I enjoy their addition to this fic.

3. And Then There Was Light by @ariaadagio

Summary: Post-S2 finale. When Lucifer Morningstar is found half dead in the desert, Chloe Decker is determined to find out why, but the more she pushes, the more he pulls away. Fits with canon through S2. (WIP)

Why I like it: This fic is dark in the best way possible. Much like my prior rec, Devil’s Bargain, this author isn’t afraid to shy away from the gory and stomach churning. It’s angsty and loving all at the same time: one minute it’s all soft and fluffy and the next it’s literally killing you slowly. Lucifer and Chloe are both so badass in this fic it’s an 100% certified fic Snack™. 

4. All Soul’s Night by @skaoi-on-ao3

Summary: Lucifer chuckles, “No, dear.  Not THAT kind of party.  Really, I think you might enjoy it.  Come for at least a bit?  Perhaps Daniel might babysit your spawn?”She smirks, “It’s not babysitting when the father does it Lucifer.  It’s still called ‘parenting’.”He waves her off again, “Regardless, you should come.  And in costume, of course.”Chloe shoots him a look, “Uh huh.  And exactly what sort of costume would be appropriate for this party?  Leather?  Bondage gear?”The Devil looks positively intrigued now, “If you wish, certainly.  Anything goes for the guests, of course.  I, however, will be in black tie.”It’s the detective’s turn to be curious, “Black tie?  Are you wearing a mask or….?” she asks.He gives a small shrug, “Let’s just call it “or” and leave it that, shall we?”  He smiles eagerly, “You’ll come?”

Why I like it: Y’all like court-holding, black tie gentleman Lucifer? Yeah who doesn’t. Y’all also like in-the-know Chloe? Of course you do. This fic is so elegant and lovely and just something that you can completely sink your teeth into. The tone is so silky and smooth that it reads so effortlessly. Add on top of that you got some of my eternal favorite dark!Lucifer (dark is a stretch but he definitely is a bit more…hellish lol). And there’s little bits of meta scattered in that you definitely don’t wanna miss!

5. Only Human by IceQueen1

Summary: Set Post Season 2 Finale, so spoilers if you haven’t watched it.Lucifer promised answers, and then he simply vanished. Again. This time, he has even less of an explanation. Dan intends to tell him in no uncertain terms that he can’t keep screwing with his family like that, no more promises for answers and then disappearing for months at a time.Except this time, it wasn’t Lucifer’s decision.Contains mentions of self harm. Lucifer whump.

Why I like it: Shit was all I could say while reading this. This is probably the darkest fic on this list and it has a damn good reason for earning that title. If you thought the show hasn’t been doing a good job of showcasing Lucifer’s wing trauma, go and read this fic immediately. This fic is so chilling that I literally did get…well…chills while reading it. You’ll know exactly what part I’m talking about when you get there, because all you can do is keeping reading through the train-wreak that is our favorite Devil. The tone is almost horror film worthy and Lucifer’s voice in this is absolutely stunning. Did I mention Dan’s in here? I have a soft spot for him and Lucifer being friends and the dose of brotp in here was the cherry on top.

[ylla]

Friday Night Gurus - Chapter 5

Series: JJBA Ships: josuyasu, koichi/yukako (others will eventually happen too, but im tagging as i go) Tags: celebrity au, modern au, pining, recreational drug use (smoking that wacky tabaccy), meeting some of the fam, dirty talk, dicc succing, josuke and okuyasu go on a learning journey together Rating: E (YEAHHHH TIME FOR SOME SEXY STUFF)

AO3 link

LONG TIME, NO SEE. Sorry for taking 10000 years to update. I’ve got a 20 hour unpaid internship, 20 hour work week, and a full class load on top of it all. I’m slowly losing my mind! :’D But, I’ve been plugging along at this for awhile, and now it is bearing fruit, so I hope that you all will enjoy the new chapter. I can’t give a time frame of when I’ll have the next one up, as I absolutely have to update TMBTP and also finish a commission, but hopefully it will be sooner than later!

Also, fair warning, this chapter is where the fic earns it’s explicit rating :’) I hope the smut isn’t awfully written, and if it is, it’s due to me hooting like a 12 year old the entire time I wrote it.

A FEW THINGS OF NOTE:

- manxom has given me the good content, and helped me flesh out FNG so much, that i gave them co-author status! They’re real, and strong, and my friend, and has really helped me shape the AU!

- puffle-tuff who is a friend and boi drew Oku and Josuke watching RHoA together! FOLLOW THEIR ART BLOG, THEY’RE SO GOOD! 

- emberandcelica made a spotify playlist for FNG, and it’s really good! So go check it out when you get the chance! 

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The worst part of being a world-famous musician, in Josuke’s opinion, was the tedious amount of boring business shit you ended up sitting through. Contracts, scheduling interviews, planning photoshoots; it felt endless at times. Really, being in the business of being yourself could be so dreadful, and Josuke avoided as much as he could. He was a busy man, with a 3 week young relationship with an amazing guy and a load of other horseshit to take care of. The only way Koichi could get him to stay in one place long enough to go over everything was to corner him while they ate at a restaurant, which was exactly what was happening at that moment as they waited for their significant others to appear. “Morioh Records wants you to come by sometime in October to talk about your contract with the new CEO,” Koichi passed Josuke the email he printed out. Josuke made a face while reading it before sliding it back across the table. Morioh Records was his label, and while they had always been good to him, Josuke hadn’t heard anything great about the new guy in charge. He scowled, “I’m good through the next year, why does he wanna talk to me about it already?” Koichi shrugged, “He wants to get all of his ducks in a row, I guess.” “What’s his name again?” “Kira Yoshikage.” “Never heard of him,” Josuke sniffed. “He was some anonymous board member that somehow got appointed as CEO when the other guy retired.” Koichi pulled out another piece of paper, “Last thing, I swear,” he quickly added when Josuke rolled his eyes so hard, they looked like they were about to pop out of his head, “Calvin Klein called, they wanna do another underwear ad campaign with you.” Josuke perked up at that, “Really? Hell yeah, I’m down.” “Thought you would be. I’ll email them and say you’re up for it,” Koichi looked at his phone with a slight frown, “I figured Yukako and Okuyasu would be here by now. Wonder where they are…” As if summoned by magic, Okuyasu and Yukako blew into the private room they were in. Oku had a strange look on his face as he plopped down in the chair beside Josuke, “Keicho has a girlfriend he didn’t tell me about,” he said in lieu of a greeting. Yukako pressed a kiss on Koichi’s forehead before sitting in the chair beside him, “He doesn’t have a girlfriend.” Okuyasu pointed a finger at her, “They go on dates. And you should’ve told me.” “They aren’t official, and it’s none of my business,” she replied, inspecting her nails. Josuke furrowed his eyebrows, “Wait, what?” Instead of responding, Okuyasu fished his phone out of his pocket, and opened up a text message before handing it off to Josuke, “It’s easier to just read it.” Clearly, it was something that was bothering his boyfriend; Josuke turned his eyes to a group chat titled DICKHEAD. Okuyasu: yooooo who wants to get wings with me tonight????? Okuyasu: keicho u gotta come with Big Bro💣: No. Okuyasu: well y the fuck not??? Big Bro💣: I’m busy. Okuyasu: too busy for ur little brother??? breakin my heart over here ;)n(; ☠Fungi☠: oku what the fuck is that face Okuyasu: ITS ME!!! IM SAD!!!! Okuyasu: bro what r u doin thats more important than eatin food ☠Fungi☠: yeah keicho, way to be transparent with your bros Big Bro💣: It’s none of your concern. Go eat gross shit with your boyfriend and don’t annoy me with it. :| A bunch of text messages were Okuyasu and Yuuya needling Keicho, with him responding with various ways of saying ‘shut the fuck up’, until Yukako spoke. YuYu Kakosho👊💥: He’s probably seeing that girl I caught him with back in March. Okuyasu: WHAT ☠Fungi☠: oh shit Toilet Hazmat🚽☣: kek Okuyasu: U DIDNT TELL ME??? Big Bro💣: Goddamn you, Yukako. You said you wouldn’t say anything.  YuYu Kakosho👊💥: I’m tired of having my phone blow up. Get it out of your systems now. ☠Fungi☠: you got a girlfriend, keicho?? Someone strike up the band Okuyasu: Y DIDNT U TELL US Big Bro💣: 1) She’s not my girlfriend, and 2) You two screaming is exactly why I didn’t. The rest of the messages were just Yuuya sending suggestive emojis and Keicho threatening to inflict violence upon his person. “Sooo, he’s seeing someone?” Josuke asked. Okuyasu scowled, “Yeah, that blonde-haired fuck. He didn’t tell me.” He sunk down in his chair, face sullen, “Why would he hide that from me?” “Because Keicho never tells anyone anything about his personal life,” Yukako interjected, face neutral. “I’m his brother—” She raised an eyebrow, “I’ve only known you people for three years, and I can see why Keicho Nijimura keeps everything close to the chest.” Koichi had busied himself with his phone, “Don’t take it to heart, he most likely has his reasons.” “Still, we’re all the only family we got left. I don’t wanna hear about things in his life from other people.” Yukako sighed exasperatedly, “If it makes you feel better, the only reason I know this is because I happened to see him with her at that coffee shop.” “What were they doing? What does she look like?” Josuke leaned in. He didn’t care about Keicho or his love life, but he sure did love hot gossip. “Talking. He had his hand on her arm, she was blushing and giggling. Typical flirting.” Yukako took a sip of Koichi’s tea, “She’s not like any of the other girls I’ve ever seen him with; no tattoos or piercings. Has long, curly brown hair, blue eyes, petite. I’d put her at about 5'2 or 5'3. Very pretty."  "Damn girl, you really have an eye for that kind of thing,” Josuke said thoughtfully, “How did he find out you knew and how did he buy your silence.” “Took a picture of them together, sent it to him later that night. Got a promise that he’d do me favors in exchange for me not repeating what I saw.” Josuke whistled, “Cold-blooded.” Yukako merely shrugged, “That’s the nature of the beast.” Okuyasu sighed, but said nothing. Josuke frowned a little at him, “Since you don’t really have plans, do you wanna get pizza with me and some of my family tonight?” Oku waved a hand, “Don’t need ya to take pity on me.” At that, Josuke rolled his eyes, “I’m not, I want you to come out with us. You gotta meet them anyways.” “Hmm…who’s gonna be there?” “Polnareff, his boyfriend, my nephew, his husband, and their daughter. Pol’s sister may be there too.” “…Does this place have wings?” “All you can eat.” Okuyasu smacked his hand on the table, grin replacing his scowl, “I’m sold.” “Good shit, I’ll let them know,” Josuke brushed his hand over the one Oku smacked down onto the table, “You’ll like 'em, they’re good people.” “Josuke,” Koichi interrupted, “I emailed the Calvin Klein people. They’re going to get in touch with us to schedule the shoot.” “C-Calvin Klein?” Okuyasu stuttered. “Yeah, doing another underwear ad campaign for them.” “O-oh. That’s…good…” Okuyasu’s face was blood red.  Before Josuke could ask what was up, a waiter sprang up to take their orders. Questions for another time.

Meeting at Pineapple Larry’s Pizzeria for dinner, followed by a couple hours at the arcade was a tradition that dated back ten years. Originally it had just been Polnareff, his boyfriend, Josuke’s nephew, and his now husband, but then grew to include Pol’s little sister, Josuke’s niece, and Josuke himself.  When he and Okuyasu breezed in, Josuke was in the process of warning him that his nephew was taciturn, his niece would bully him into playing Street Fighter II, and that everyone was great, save for the fact that they liked to put pineapple on their pizza. Josuke couldn’t give anymore heads up when his 5 year old niece went flying into his boyfriend’s arms. “Oku!!!"  "Hey, it’s my favorite bunhead!” Okuyasu caught her in a hug, “How you been, Jolyne Cuisine?” “Good!” “Uh, what?” Josuke asked, perplexed.  Jolyne waved at her uncle, “Hi, uncle Josuke!” Okuyasu did a double take, “Uncle?” She looked between the two of them, “Uncle Josuke, do you know Oku too??” “Yeah, he’s my boyfriend–” Jolyne gasped and hugged Okuyasu harder, “Really?? Wowie, that’s awesome!” She grinned, her front left tooth missing, “Now I’m gonna have two cool uncles.” Josuke felt his face go crimson, and was only mildly relieved when he saw the same color mirrored on Oku’s face. A man with flaming red hair, cherry earrings, and tattoos strolled up to them, “Jo, don’t choke him.” “'Kay, daddy! I’m gonna tell pops that Oku’s here!!” She hopped down, and took off towards the back of the restaurant.  “Sorry, Okuyasu,” Noriaki Kujo smiled, “You know how she can get.” “S'fine, I uh, didn’t know you guys were related?” Noriaki laughed, “Yeah, Josuke’s technically my uncle.” “What the fuck, dude, why didn’t you tell me you knew Oku??” Josuke asked incredulously. “Where would the fun be in that?” Noriaki responded with a toss of his singular hair curl. Josuke learned as they walked to the table that Okuyasu had been patronizing Hierophant Green, Noriaki’s tattoo parlor, for a long time. “He did me and Keicho’s memorial tattoos for our mom,” Okuyasu explained as they followed Jolyne to the back. “Not to mention all those cover-ups,” Noriaki shook his head, “Whoever allowed you two to get those monstrosities should be hanged.” Jotaro, Jolyne, and Polnareff were already at the table; Jotaro was reading through a thick stack of papers, but threw up a hand in acknowledgement that he was aware of their presence. “Bonsoir,” Polnareff greeted them, “Mo is running late, but he’ll be here soon,” his face turned into a grimace, “And my precious little sister will not be joining us today, as she has a date with some man she has yet to introduce me to.” Noriaki took his place beside Jotaro, “Is it the same one she’s been seeing all this time?” “Yes!” Polnareff groused, hands up in the air. “They aren’t even dating! She says it’s 'casual’ and 'non-exclusive’,” he used air quotes while talking. Josuke and Okuyasu sat down. “Not to change the subject or anything,” Josuke started, “But the fact that all of you have met Okuyasu before really took the wind out of my sails.” “He hasn’t met Av yet.” Jotaro pointed out, eyes not leaving his paper. “That is true,” Okuyasu said helpfully, “I ain’t met him yet.” He rubbed Josuke’s shoulder, “It’s all gravy.” Their orders were taken and well on their way on coming out before Avdol showed up. “Apologies,” he said, while kissing the top of Jolyne’s head, then Polnareff’s cheek, “Had a student with a crisis, but it’s all resolved now.” He turned his attention to Okuyasu, “And this must be the boyfriend I’ve heard so much about,” Avdol stuck a hand out, eyes twinkling, “Mohammed Avdol, pleased to make your acquaintance. Everyone calls me Mo or Avdol, so feel free to address me as either.” “Uh, likewise,” Okuyasu shook his hand nervously, “Polnareff talks about you alot.” Josuke snorted. That was the understatement of the century. Avdol elbowed Polnareff as he settled down beside him, “Hopefully you’ve heard nothing, but good things.” Polnareff was affronted, “Excusez-moi? I’ve done nothing, but sing your praises to everyone. Perhaps I should start revealing the truth.” “And what truths do you have to reveal, Jean?” “That you are mean to me, you insult me, you don’t appreciate anything I–” Jotaro rolled up his substantial pile of papers and started smacking Polnareff in the head, much to Jolyne’s amusement, “Shut up, no one cares.” The Frenchman would not be silenced, “Betrayed by my own flesh and blood!” “We aren’t related, jackass.” Thankfully, the pizzas and Oku’s wings picked the right time to come out.  Josuke made a face at the Pineapple Larry’s Pineapple Larry Special, which was a Hawaiian pizza. Which Josuke hated with an almost irrational passion, so he scarfed down his little margherita pizza (Oku tried the pineapple. Final verdict: pretty damn good). “Hey Oku, when’s ya birthday?” Jolyne asked between shoveling huge bites of pizza in her mouth. Okuyasu was on what was probably his 27th wing, “October 10th.” Josuke spat his drink all over Polnareff, who immediately started shrieking and ran off to the bathroom, “That’s literally two weeks away! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” “It never came up.” “We gotta throw ya a party,” Josuke whipped his phone out. “Nah nah, don’t worry about it,” Okuyasu put his hands up, “S'fine, dude.” Josuke rubbed his arm with one hand while texting with his other, “Don’t worry about it, we’ll get you and a bunch of other people shitfaced.” Okuyasu was about to protest, but Noriaki waved him down, “Might as well accept it, Okuyasu.” He stood up and stretched, “You guys ready to head to the arcade?” Jolyne hopped up and posed, “I’m ready!” Avdol followed suit, “I’ll go coax Jean out of the bathroom.” As Avdol walked away, Okuyasu leaned over to whisper in Josuke’s ear, “Hey, let’s go back to my place after we get done here.” “Sounds good, sunshine."  "Come on guys, I gotta beat you in Street Fighter!!” She started tugging on their shirt sleeves, “Losers have to buy ice cream!!” “You’re on, kid.” Josuke challanged.

“How the fuck did she get so good at Street Fighter?” Oku asked as he finished their shared joint, blowing the smoke into Josuke’s mouth. Josuke held it, then blew it out before answering, “Noriaki is a big nerd. He’s rubbed off on her.” “She’s five.” Josuke shrugged, “I beat Super Mario World when I was five.” They were sitting on a bench underneath a large open window facing out towards the back of Okuyasu’s apartment complex. The arcade trip had been a lot of fun, if you didn’t mind getting schooled at Street Fighter II by a 5 year old playing Blanka. This was the first time Josuke had been to Oku’s apartment in the entire time they’d know each other. It was nice, but didn’t feel like anyone lived in it. 'I hate being alone, so I go sleep in one of Keicho’s spare rooms, Yuuya’s couch, or with you. This place don’t really feel like home, ya know,’ had been Okuyasu’s explanation. The major upside to this place was that the Official Head Roadie and Weedman of Arrowhead, Hazamada, lived directly below Okuyasu. The two of them collaborated on a sick beat while pounding on the door to Hazamada’s apartment, inadvertently pummeling him in the face when he poked his head out to see who was knocking. Josuke almost pissed his pants from laughter; they got a shitty little joint, two middle fingers, and door slammed in their faces for their trouble.

When they lit up, Josuke straddled Oku’s lap and taught him how to shotgun smoke. It took a couple of tries, but eventually he got the hang of it. What followed was intense grinding and sloppy kisses. Josuke was very away of the problem poking at him, but was content with letting Oku twist in the wind for a bit. Then they fell into comfortable conversation, interrupted by the occasional tongue action. “Speaking of games,” Okuyasu stood up and stretched, his shoulders popping in a way that sounded painful, “let’s play something.” “What you got in mind?” “Hmm…” Okuyasu tapped his chin, “How about Metroid Prime 2? I never finished it.” He walked over to his entertainment stand, “I’ll get the Wii hooked up, could you go get my strategy guide for it?” “Why not just look up a FAQ for it?” Okuyasu kept his back turned to Josuke as he sat down to fiddle with the cords, “That guide’s got pictures. Sometimes reading a lot makes my head hurt, so they help.” Josuke nodded, but spoke when he remembered Okuyasu couldn’t see him, “That’s fair. Where is it?” “There’s a big box with "Books stuff” written on the side, filled with old magazines and shit in my spare room. It’s probably in there.“ Okuyasu’s spare room was were odds and ends went to die. The room was full of boxes and clutter that needed sifted through. At first, Josuke thought locating the box Okuyasu had indicated would be an impossible task, but miraculously, he was able to find it lickity-split. The box in question was filled with well-worn magazines and tattered strategy guides. It took a minute, but Josuke was able to find what he was looking for quickly. However, curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn’t help but sit on the floor, and peruse a few of the magazines. Guitar World, Kerrang!, Alternative Press, Rolling Stones; Okuyasu had quite the catalogue. There was a Rolling Stone in particular that, for whatever reason, drew him in. He picked it up and made to flip through it, but noticed that there were some pages stuck together. With care, Josuke peeled the pages apart to find his very first Calvin Klein underwear ad. The ad spanned two pages: one page featured him in nothing but briefs, biting his lip while staring into the camera, arms behind his head. The opposite page was more or less the same, except he had one hand on his chest, the other on a lollipop stick; his tongue peaked out of his open mouth, curled around the lollipop. The pages were covered in some residue. What the fuck did Oku spill on— he thought to himself, until a voice in his head interrupted. It’s semen. He masturbated to your undie ad. This was his spank bank. Josuke became very aware of how sweaty and red-faced he had become. Gently, he rose from the floor, guide and magazine in hand, and returned to the living room. "About time,” Okuyasu said, tongue slightly poking out of his mouth as he struggled to kill an Ing Warrior, “Was gonna go send a search and rescue party to find ya.” Josuke said nothing in response. Instead, he held up the spunk-covered pages, “I see you were a fan of my ad work.” Okuyasu’s face went on a journey from confusion to terrified. “Uhm…” he fidgeted nervously, already starting to sweat, “I can explain…” If he was about to explain it away, Josuke didn’t even give him a chance. He all but leapt onto Oku, shoving his tongue down his throat. A sloppy, heated makeout session ensued, with both of them groping at each other like a pack of horny teenagers. “You know,” Josuke panted, pulling away long enough to catch his breath, “We never cashed in that raincheck.” Before Okuyasu could respond, Josuke slid out of his lap, down in-between his knees. “I wanna make good on it,” Josuke rubbed the pronounced bulge in Okuyasu’s pants, “Can I suck you off, babe?” It seemed that Oku had been rendered completely speechless by that question. After a few seconds of processing what Josuke said, he could only manage to nod dumbly at his boyfriend. Josuke flashed him a wicked grin before pulling Oku’s basketball shorts and boxer briefs down in one go. A slight moan fell out of his mouth when he saw what awaited him. Okuyasu had a huge dick, and Josuke was delighted. It was long, thick, and throbbing; he couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. “Oh fuck, baby,” Josuke bit his lower lip. “Wh-what?” Oku found his voice again. Josuke glanced up at him, and found that his face was puce and covered in sweat. “You look tasty.” With that, Josuke swiped his tongue all the way down Oku’s shaft, pleased at the whimper it elicited from him. He wrapped his hand around Okuyasu’s cock, pumping it roughly, “Is this what you thought about when you jerked it to me? What my mouth would feel like? How I’d sound when I’d beg for your cock?”

“God, yes,” Okuyasu gasped, covering his ruddy face with his hands.

“No baby, look at me when I fuck you with my mouth.”

Okuyasu didn’t remove his hands, but he peaked at Josuke through his spread fingers, eyes wide. Good enough, Josuke thought to himself as he took Oku’s dick into his mouth. Unfortunately, Josuke wasn’t blessed enough to not have a gag reflex, but he made up for it by harshly jerking the inches of Okuyasu he couldn’t fit into his mouth.

Not that his boyfriend seemed to mind. He was too busy moaning and cursing as Josuke prayed at the altar that was his dong.

Either his succ game was too strong, Okuyasu hadn’t known the touch of another person upon his penis in a long time, or the fact it was just Josuke Higashi-goddamn-kata giving Oku’s dick the business, Okuyasu panted out, “I’m close,” after a few minutes.

Josuke pulled back off his dick, still working the shaft, “Where do you want to cum, beautiful?”

“Your mouth,” Okuyasu grunted, voice rough.

Josuke pressed his tongue against the head of Oku’s cock, “Be a good boy and fill my mouth up. Coat my tongue.”

The dirty talk sent Okuyasu over the edge; he let out a single “Fuck!” as he spent himself in Josuke’s mouth.

Hot cum glazed Josuke’s tongue. He waited patiently until Oku was done spurting before showing him the load, and then making a big show of swallowing it. Unable to help himself, Josuke licked the head of his cock clean, revealing in the shudders that he felt pass through Okuyasu and the winded expression on his face.

Josuke stood up, feeling triumphant, “I’m gonna get a soda. You want some water?” He didn’t bother to wait for a response, as he walked into the kitchen.

As he pulled out a can of soda, he was acutely aware of his own boner. It was a problem that needed to be taken care of, but he just sucked the soul out of Okuyasu through his dick, so Josuke felt that it might be poor form to demand a blowjob. Perhaps later—

He was brought out of his thoughts when he felt Okuyasu press up against him from behind, palming Josuke’s dick through his sweats, teeth on his neck. Unconsciously, Josuke hissed, arching his back into his boyfriend. “I’m not the kinda guy to leave someone hanging,” Okuyasu spoke into his ear, voice like sandpaper, “I’m gonna suck you off, angel. Turn around.”

Josuke didn’t need to be told twice. He spun around, pulling his dick out; Oku backed him up against the counter, before kneeling in front of him. As if hypnotized, Okuyasu gently wrapped his callused fingers around Josuke’s cock, slightly stroking. Josuke’s breath hitched at every stroke. After a couple of minutes he groaned, “You’re killing me, dude.”

“S-sorry,” Okuyasu whispered sheepishly, “Jus’ appreciating the view.” As if he was ravenous, he dove down onto Josuke’s cock, taking it all the way to the back of his throat in one go. “Jesus H. Christ, do you not have a gag reflex,” Josuke stuttered out, completely taken aback. He didn’t get a response, only a devilish look from his boyfriend.

Curling his fingers into Okuyasu’s unmade hair, Josuke just tried to enjoy the ride. He was unable to keep his hips still; the longer he felt Oku’s hot tongue or throat clamp around his cock, Josuke thrusted more and more into his mouth.

Okuyasu pulled his dick out of his mouth for a moment, “You can facefuck me if you want.”

“You sure?”

Yet again, he received a response in the form of a look and the feeling of Oku’s throat against the head of his dick.

Not one to deny such a polite request, Josuke snapped his hips, fucking Oku’s mouth. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head; he wondered if this is how he’d fuck Okuyasu’s ass eventually. The thought of it made Josuke’s inside clench, and he couldn’t stop himself from groaning out Okuyasu’s name over and over again while he shot jets of cum down his throat. If he wasn’t so spent, he would feel embarrassed how quickly he came, but goddamn did that feel good.

Okuyasu waited like a good boy until Josuke pulled out of his mouth before he swallowed and stood up. Both of them eyed each other with worn out expressions. Josuke was the first to break the silence, leaning over and softly kissing Okuyasu, who returned it, “Metroid?”

“Metroid.”

“You know, if I went back in time and told myself a year ago that Josuke Higashikata would suck my soul out through my dick, I’d whoop my own ass for being a liar.”

Josuke snorted, eyes trained on his phone’s screen as he organized Okuyasu’s birthday party, “I ain’t a succubus, Oku.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, demon.” Oku was brows were furrowed, trying to not die while fighting Quadraxis.

“So, you jerked it to that ad of me, like, pretty frequently?”

Okuyasu sighed, cheeks going pink, “Yeah. I bought that issue when I saw those pictures in there. It gave me a lot of inspiration.”

“Man, that really feeds my ego.”

“Don’t be getting a big head, Higashikata. It’s already massive.”

“Fuck you, there’s nothing wrong with my head!!”

Okuyasu cackled, which quickly turned into a groan of frustration as he was squished to death by Quadraxis, “Fuck this robotic piece of shit. I’m gonna go to his house and burn it down.”

“He lives in the game, you can’t do that.”

“I know, I know,” he rubbed his face, “Still wanna though.” He looked over at Josuke, “You know, you don’t gotta throw me a party.”

“I want to,” Josuke replied, “It’ll be a good time. I’m inviting cool people.” At the apprehensive look on Oku’s face, he continued, “All of them know about us, so no worries there. You’ve already met most of them, and my family will be there.”

“Okay, then that’s fine. I think. Jus’ make sure to invite Keicho and all them too.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” Josuke said soothingly, “This will be a lot of fun, I promise. Nothing bad will happen.”

He hoped that his promise would ring true.