#preferably would like to see the bottom two happening but hey I can dream

[sp00kies]

Things I wanna see in Despicable Me 4

- MORE OTTO AND BOB P L S

- More Grucy

- If Dru is a successful villain or not

- A new villain that’s more threatening and dangerous

- Whatever the hell happened to the Vicious Six

- Dr. Nefario, please let him be alive

- Some more character to the girls

- Gru being vulnerable

- Gru getting therapy

[cowboysandcannolis]

Yuji Itadori, Matchmaker Extraordinaire

Yuji has the best of intentions when he tries to set up Nanami with you, the kind and beautiful school nurse….

It was nearly the end of your work day, the golden sun streaming in through the western window of your office, you forced yourself to stifle a yawn as you finished the last of your injury reports for the month. Panda closed his tail in a door, Nobara kicked a wall and injured her foot…nothing too out of the ordinary for this school.

A soft knock at the door was closely followed by Yuji Itadori, one of the first year students, poking his head in, his usual warm smile on his face.

“Hi, Yuji. What seems to be the problem today?”

“Hi, Miss Y/F/N! Well I was out on a mission with Nanami and I got all scraped up. I told him I was fine but he thought I should come see you anyways.”

“Aww, well he’s right. You sit on the cot and I’ll get something to disinfect those scrapes.”

The teen was more than happy to seat himself on the cot, rolling up his sleeves and pant legs so you could have easy access to his scrapes. Coming to the nurses office wasn’t so bad when the nurse was kind and pretty like you were.

“Is Nanami hurt too?” You asked as you pulled disinfectant and gauze out of your cupboard. On your way over you also stopped at the mini fridge that was situated between your desk and Shoko’s. This was intended to be for your lunches and ice packs, but you kept the bottom shelf stocked with juice boxes for students who came to see you. “Today for juice boxes I’ve got…..Fruit Punch and Lemonade, which would you prefer?”

“Fruit punch! And no, I don’t think so. Nanami is crazy strong. I don’t think he ever gets hurt.”

“You’d be surprised, you know. I’ve even cleaned up Gojo before, who do you think we keep the juice boxes for?” Giggling as you pulled a stool up beside the cot, handing him his juice box flavor of choice before you pulled on your purple latex gloves.

“Even the strongest get hurt sometimes. Okay, this is going to sting, you just tell me if it’s too bad, okay?”

Yuji nodded dutifully and you began to dab his scrapes gingerly. His face scrunched up a little in pain but he didn’t complain. “These must have hurt, hm? What level curse was it?”

“Two, but there was a whole bunch of them!! Hey, Miss Y/F/N? Did you ever go on missions and kill curses yourself? I mean, I know you have reversed technique and all but…”

“Mm, actually, that’s Shoko with the reverse technique. I have something we call Cerebral Manipulation. It can be used to soothe headaches, bring on sleep, bring sweet dreams…However, it’s most effective on offense.”

“Whoa. What does that mean, what happens?!”

Your parted your lips to attempt to explain the intricacies of your technique, however the soft click clack of loafers in the hall gave you pause, a soft smile pulling at the corners of your lips.

“Yuji, I hope you aren’t prying. Though I am glad to see that you came to get cleaned up.”

The blonde sorcerer stepped into your office, adjusting his cufflinks. It was amazing just how put together he could look after fighting curses, hair still slicked back neatly and suit pristine.

“Hi, Kento. I’m just about finished up with Yuji, here. Are you hurt at all?”

“No, Y/N. I’m fine. Thank you.”

Humming softly in acknowledgment you cleaned the final scrape on one of Yuji’s elbows. “Okay, I think you’re free to go. These are going to scab up but that is good. Don’t pick at them. If they feel hot, itchy or look really red I want you to come back and see me, okay?”

“Okay, Miss Y/N. Thank you for everything.” The boy grinned, rolling down his sleeves and pant legs, hopping up like he was not injured at all, juice box in hand.

“Of course, Yuji. Anytime. Just be careful out there.”

Yuji paused before he walked out the door, Nanami was helping you straighten up your office, putting your stool away and holding the bottle of disinfectant as you stood at the cabinet, carefully arranging a roll of gauze.

“Nanami? Are you coming?”

“No, Yuji. I’m going to help Miss Y/N clean up and then I’ll walk her out.”

“Kento is a gentleman, Yuji. You should always try to do the same, if you can.”

“Oh, okay. That is really nice of you. Have a good night guys!”

Yuji walked through the long halls of the school, hands in his pockets and head down. Nanami was a gentleman, of course. A great adult role model. So why didn’t he ever talk about having a wife or kids? It just didn’t make any sense.

The following day at lunchtime Yugi set his tray down beside Gojo, who was slurping from a bowl. On the other side of the cafeteria Nanami quietly picked at his rice, the only person at his table.

Yuji felt the tug at his heart, Nanami was lonely and sad and Yuji was going to attempt to fix that.

“Hey, Gojo?”

“Mhm?” The white haired sorcerer asked around a mouthful of lotus root.

“Do you….think Nanami is lonely?”

Gojo snorted, lifting his head from his bowl of oden, a white eyebrow raising incredulously from behind his blindfold.

“What in the world would make you ask me that?”

The pink haired boy shrugged his shoulders, a little bashfully.

“I don’t know, it’s just…I was in the nurse’s office yesterday and Nanami came to check on me and he just seemed so happy around Miss Y/N. I was thinking…I don’t know…maybe we should try and set them up together?”

“Yeah, you do that and let me know how that turns out for you. I think you’re-“

“Okay, I will!”

The teen needed very little encouragement as he bounded across the lunchroom. Gojo looked after him, mouth parted, debating on if he should intervene. After a moment he shrugged his shoulders and returned his attention to his lunch. “Eh, no harm in letting him.”

“Hi, Nanami. So, Miss Y/N was wondering if you’d want to eat lunch with her today?”

The blonde sorcerer glanced up from his plate, cocking a light eyebrow in surprise. Why would Yuji be asking if you would have lunch with him? It didn’t make much sense. Perhaps you just asked the boy to do you a favor, that was possible.

“Yes, of course I will…Is she available now?”

Yuji nodded enthusiastically, phase one of his plan was complete, now he just needed to get you to agree. Though in hindsight it may have been more convenient if you were already here.

“She should be, let me go get her…”

In a flash Yuji pivoted on his sneaker and darted out of the lunch room, sprinting down the long hallways towards your office. Something was off, Nanami decided.

Yuji arrived at your office, frantically knocking on the door before letting himself in.

“Miss Y/N!!”

Startled by the sudden commotion you dropped your pen, which clattered on your desk, you quickly rose, hand hovering over your emergency bag.

“What is it? Is someone hurt?”

“No, no! Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you think it was something urgent. I just needed to find you. Uh-Nanami is wondering if you’ll have lunch with him today. Like right now.”

Letting out a sigh of relief you nodded softly, placing your pen in the holder on your desk.

“Oh. You scared me! But yes, of course. Let me just get my lunch out of the fridge and I’ll be ready-“

“I got it for you Miss Y/N!”

Salad in hand you followed the teen down the hall as he chattered away, a ball of pure anxious energy. You became increasingly guarded, Perhaps Gojo or Panda were lurking around a corner with a bucket of ice water or the like.

As you arrived at the lunch room you were remarkable still dry, though you entered the room cautiously. Only two tables were occupied, one with Nanami and one with Gojo, both heads raising to look at you as you walked in the room.

“Okay, enjoy your lunch!” Yuji yelled before skittering off to sit beside Gojo, he watched you owlishly and you imagined Gojo was doing the same from behind his blindfold.

The clicks of your kitten heels as you walked to the table felt deafening, as if the rest of the room were holding its breath.

“Hi….” You spoke softly, greeting Kento, though you trailed off, cautiously touching the stool with your palm to ensure it held weight before sitting down slowly. “I feel like I am about to be pranked. Why are they watching us? Why is everyone being so weird?” You spoke in a hushed whisper to the man across the table, eyes wide and full of concern.

“They’d be idiots if they tried anything…” Nanami muttered, taking a moment to shoot a glare at the other table, at Gojo specifically. Gojo gave him a thin lipped smirk, raising a hand to wave at them in a slow, almost creepy motion.

•

Yuji, from the other side of the cafeteria watched the two of you like a hawk, trying to make out the conversation by reading your lips, which he wasn’t very good at, admittedly.

“I think Y/N said something about being spanked!” The teen gasped, scandalized, throwing his hand over his open mouth. Satoru struggled with all his might to hold in his giggles.

“Yeah? Now what are they saying?”

Megumi sat beside Yuji without paying either he or Gojo much attention, digging into his lunch. Like a normal person.

“Shhhh!” Gojo scolded his ward, gently giving the hand that held the boy’s sandwich a tap. “Yuji’s trying to concentrate!”

Megumi warily tracked Yuji’s gaze to the only other occupants in the room, both of whom were looking back at them. Y/N had a wary, concerned look on her face and Kento was glaring.

“Why exactly are we staring at each other?”

“Yuji is trying to make Y/N and Nanami fall in love.” Gojo whisper yelled to the boy, Yuji, with his brow furrowed in concentration nodded furiously. “Yup.”

“Huh?”

•

Nanami finally had enough of the staring contest, making a show of rolling his hazel eyes and shaking his head before he decided to drop it and return to having his lunch with you.

Picking at the rice on his plate he muttered “They are too childish to bear. At least Yuji still is a chid. Gojo has no excuse.”

•

“Children….bare….Oh!! What if Nanami is asking Y/N if she wants kids?! Aww, their baby would be so cute! And such a powerful sorcerer!”

Gojo at this point had clapped a hand over his own mouth, eyes watering ever so slightly as he fought to keep his laughter at bay.

Megumi looked between the two of them with absolute confusion, dark brows furrowed “So…Are Y/N and Nanami having a baby? Is that what the big deal is?”

•

“Do you want to just go out to lunch? I’ve kind of lost my appetite…” You admitted, prodding at a piece of spinach that looked absolutely unappetizing. “By the time we get there I’m sure I’ll be feeling better, oh what about that new soba place?”

Gojo, who was a far better lip reader than Yuji, gasped aloud “Wait, they’re going to the new soba place…I wanted to go to the new soba place…”

“Oh, I thought Y/N said something about soap….” Yugi muttered quizzically, scratching his head.

“What the fuck is happening?” Megumi groaned in exasperation.

•

“That sounds great, love. Let’s get going. I don’t think I can stand another minute of being stared at by the peanut gallery over there.”

Both of you rose, collecting your unwanted lunches, which Nanami discarded.

After which he laced his hand in yours, pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead and the two of you walked out of the lunch room hand in hand.

•

Yuji’s mouth fell open and stayed that way for far too long as his brain tried to process what he just witnesses. “Wh—-I did it? It was that easy? I’m the world’s best matchmaker….”

All at once Gojo released his laughter, clutching his stomach as he leaned back, nearly falling out of his seat.

“Hey, what’s so funny? Nanami finally found love!” Yuji shot back defensively. How dare Gojo laugh at poor, loveless Nanami like that!

“Yeah, with his wife! God, you are sooo gullible! Did it not tip you off that Y/N’s last name is Nanami? Annnyyway. I’m gonna go see if they’ll let me go with them to get soba.”

At that the World’s Strongest trotted after the couple on his long legs, pausing only to shoot a shit eating grin at the teens before he rounded the corner and disappeared. He may as well have flipped them off.

“Huh, guess I didn’t know her last name…”

Megumi shook his head so hard it began to ache. He was dumfounded by how dumb Yuji was.

“How did you not know that? I was at their wedding when I was a kid. Wait, what did you think was happening on Valentine’s Day when Nanami gave Y/N that giant bouquet?” Megumi snapped, genuinely annoyed at his friend.

“I thought he was just a gentleman and did that for all the women…”

At that answer the black haired boy stood from his seat, carrying his untouched lunch towards the trash can.

“Hey, where are you going?” His pink haired friend called after him, eyes big and sad.

“I’m going to get soba.”

“Aww, man.”

Yuji stared down at his wildly distorted, reflection in his jello with a sigh. Perhaps he just wasn’t meant to be a matchmaker after all….

[ven10]

For the ten characters ask game: Quigley Quagmire, Isadora Quagmire, Duncan Quagmire, Olivia Caliban (preferably book canon), Lemony Snicket, Beatrice Baudelaire, Esme Squalor, Fiona Widdershins, Monty, Klaus Baudelaire!! Always love your responses to ask games :)

Hey cygninae! Thanks for the ask!! :)

(Btw for the romantic ones I’m interpreting all of them as if me+the character are the same age)

I would

Marry: Isadora! :) She is one of my favourite characters and marriage would enable us to talk+spend time together a lot! (Also, I’ll admit I find people with goth/emo/that sort of vibe quite attractive) (Although I rarely think of Isadora that way, I just like her character) Plus, I like organising bookshelves and she would have a lot of poetry books to organise so that’d work out!

Drink tea with: Monty;he strikes me as the kind of guy who would have a billion different kinds of tea in his house+have really exciting stories regarding how he got each one! That being said I usually just drink black tea (with sugar+milk) but still, the stories would be fun! Also, in order to drink tea with Monty (Spoilers for The Reptile Room) Monty would need to be alive meaning that either he is revived or I drink tea with him before his death meaning that I can warn him about Olaf!

Or: Beatrice! I feel like she’d be fun to spend time with. We’d probably drink it on top of a roof or something!

Side-note; under no circumstances would I choose Lemony for this one. Tea that is “as bitter as wormwood and as sharp as a two-edged sword” sounds disgusting. Ik it’s a VFD proverb so there’s a risk Monty would also drink tea like that however it’s been CONFIRMED (via Kit in TPP) that Lemony conforms to this vile standard of drink so yeah, I wouldn’t trust him to make drinkable tea…🤢

Party with: Quigley! 100%, you just know it’d be fun party if Quigley was involved! Quigley would challenge everyone to Just Dance battles with a bizarre amount of confidence then proceed to lose every round without fail. Would invent a really intense version of capture the flag to play (no matter what kind of party it was) where there is a flag for every country in the world.

Kiss: gonna be real, I don’t really see the appeal of kissing. Ig if it meant we were close in an emotional or romantic sense then one of the Quagmires? Probably Isadora or Duncan? 🤔

Go out on a date with: Duncan Quagmire; he’s sweet+interesting. A date would mean we could spend a lot of time together and I could get the chance to know more about him. Also he’d probably choose the setting of a library or a café for it and those are both good options!

At the same time, I feel like it’d be pretty nice to be loved as deeply as Lemony loves Beatrice so maybe him? 🤔 Plus he has a lot of intriguing stories to share.

Push down the stairs: Beatrice. I mean, she’s already dead so what harm can it do..?

Slap: Olivia (Book Canon) however I slap her whilst she is standing on the edge of a staircase so she falls down those too. Then,when nobody was looking, I put polish on the wooden floor at the bottom of those stairs so that when she tries to get up after falling she slips again. As this is happening, the ‘freaks’ she manipulated into working unpaid at the carnival watch, pointing and laughing much like how the audience at the carnival treated them.

Invade the dreams of: Fiona bc I feel like her dreams would involve a lot of adventures so that’d be exciting! On the other hand, she has most definitely dreamt up at least a few really bizarre species of fish on a few occasions bc of how much time she spends underwater which may be mildly terrifying.

Take a nap with: Klaus Baudelaire. This guy needs the rest :’)

Rob: Esmé! 6th most important financial advisor, you say? Yet you can’t even keep your own finances safe?

Thanks for the ask cygninae!! :)

[localhideaway]

Little Devil

NSFW 18+, smoking, swearing, oral sex.

y/n and Sammy have been best friends since you were kids. Which inevitably resulted in you having the typical crush on his older brother Jake. However, Sam made it explicitly clear his brothers were off limits. You go over to the Kiszkas for your normal friday night hangout when things with Jake take a turn.

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“Fuck” You threw your head back in frustration.

“Y/N you cannot be serious right now…”

You looked to the drivers seat to see Sam rolling his eyes at you.

“I forgot to pick up earlier okay i’m sorry”

You were on the way to the Kiszka house to hangout. Per Josh’s request you were supposed to bring your stash but it wasn’t until after Sam picked you up and you were already halfway there that you realized you only had one joint left.

“It’s fine but I hope you know you’re gonna be the one to tell Josh not me”

You sat back in disappointment toying with the sleeves on Sams hoodie that you were wearing.

“You know, I would like my sweatshirt back at some point.” Sam lightly smacked you in the shoulder as he continued to drive.

You guys had been best friends since kindergarten. Sometimes he would come stay at yours or you would go stay at his. It wasn’t abnormal for you to find his clothes laying around your room so you usually took advantage.

“Unless you want to see my bra I highly suggest you wait.”

He rolled his eyes at you mumbling a quiet “gross” under his breath.

“Y/N! The parties here!” You heard Josh yell from the couch when you entered the living room. He was sitting upside down on the couch. Head hanging off the bottom and legs crossed over the top.

Sam made his way up to his room to take a shower once the two of you got inside.

“Careful, all the blood is gonna rush to your head if you sit like that too long” You threw your backpack on the floor by the fireplace and made your way to the couch.

“Surprised he has any blood left to rush in the first place after what i heard last night”

You whip your head around to see Jake making his way down the stairs. He’s wearing jeans and an Arctic Monkeys tee shirt with holes in it. It’s almost like he’s trying to give you a heart attack. He could wear a cardboard box and still look like the sexiest bastard you’ve ever seen. Its genuinely infuriating.

Here you are wearing his brothers hoodie and a pair of leggings and he just comes in looking like he walked out of every girls wet dream.

You’d had a hopeless crush on him for as long as you can remember but ever since high school Sam made it abundantly clear that his brothers were off the table for you. “I don’t want to have to kick their asses when they inevitably break your heart. They have a terrible track record with girls and i don’t want to see that happening to you” You could hear his lecture in your head clear as day as if it was yesterday.

“At least one of us is getting some” Josh grumbled as he began to sit right side up next to you on the couch.

Jake gave you a side smile and a wave acknowledging your presence to which you responded with a small “hey”

“So did you bring it?” Jake smirked as he slumped down on the other side of the couch.

“So about that..” you turned your head to look at Josh who was anxiously waiting for your answer.

“I may or may not have forgot to pick up so i only have one on me”

“I’m gonna go call Mary” Josh sat up and made his way up to his room. You guys had been passing the joint around and trying to get as much out of it as possible.

When Josh gets high he gets needy. Every time you guys have smoked together he’s always needing some sort of physical contact and attention. Whether that’s from you, his brothers, or his most preferred, his girlfriend Mary. They had been dating for a few months now.

“Jesus christ he’s whipped” Sam coughed out and passed the joint to you.

He was sat to your left on the couch. Long legs situated in your lap as he rested on the arm. Jake was sitting on the floor to your right with his back against the coffee table so he was facing you. He had his guitar in his lap as he strummed random chords and hummed to himself in between hits.

“I dunno Samuel, I think y/n has you pretty whipped too” Jake looked up at you from under his hair that had fallen in his face.

“Oh absolutely, he’s wrapped around my finger for sure.” You laughed after you took a hit and kicked your leg out to nudge Jakes feet that sat below you.

“First of all, gross. Second of all, this little shit couldn’t last a day without me so if anyones whipped it’s definitely her.” Sam chucked the pillow that was under his head at Jake.

“Oh fuck off” you laughed and pushed Sams legs from your lap onto the floor. You reached forward to hand Jake what little was left of the lit joint.

“Hold it for me I have this really sick chord in my head i don’t want to lose it” Jake continued to strum. Hold it for him? So he was just gonna-

He leaned forward as he led through the song he had pulled together on his acoustic. Wrapping his lips around the paper and taking a hit fluttering his eyes open to zone in on yours. Your heart began to swell in your chest. To the lack of Sams knowledge, Jake has looked at you like this plenty of times before. You’ve noticed him steal glances at you over the years which only made your feelings escalate even more. It’s like he’s teasing you because you know Sam wouldn’t allow it.

He sat back with a smirk plastered on his face as he tilted his head back and exhaled. You hadn’t noticed but he’d stopped playing.

“I’m sure you could’ve taken the hit yourself just fine.” Sam rolled his eyes next to you.

“You know if you keep rolling your eyes like that they’re gonna roll right out of your head and onto the floor” You nudged his side with your elbow. Jake chuckled from his spot on the floor.

“Ha ha… very funny loser. I’m feeling pretty heavy i think i’m going to head to bed. Y/N you coming?” Sam had a futon in his room by his window so that’s where you usually slept when you stayed here. His bed was tucked in the corner on the other side by the door.

“Nah i’m gonna stay here for a bit. I’ll come up when i’m tired” You leaned forward and put the joint out in the ashtray that was sat on the coffee table.

You glanced over and saw a small smile on Jakes face as he put his head back down to focus on his guitar.

“uh.. okay” Sam looked almost disappointed as he turned and made his way up the stairs to his room. You grabbed the blanket that was hanging over the back of the couch and laid it out in your lap.

“You cold?” Jake looked up at you again.

“A bit”

He stood up and set his guitar in its stand in the corner of the room as he made his way over to the fireplace. He turned the key and opened the frame to move the wood around so it could start catching.

“Oh you didn’t have to do that it’s fine” You blushed at his gesture as if he had just taken a bullet for you.

“It’s no big deal. Wouldn’t want the little devil getting cold” Your head shot up at him at the nickname. He had never called you that before. Josh and Sam had given you that nickname in middle school after you dressed up as a devil for halloween 3 years in a row. You’re still not sure why you did it but they’ve held onto the joke of it for years now.

But Jake had never called you that before. Usually it was just by your name or the occasional “dork” he would throw at you in a teasing way.

Hearing him say that made your cheeks flush. To your surprise he came and sat next to you on the couch. Crossing his legs and turning to face you like a child playing duck duck goose.

“Try not to laugh.” he firmly said. Reaching his hand up and tucking his hair behind his ears so his full face came into view. His eyes were glossy as you’re sure yours were too.

“You’re on.” You turned and sat in the same position facing him. This was a game you guys played a lot. Usually in a group setting when you were hanging out with their family. You guys would make eye contact from across the room and just hold it to see who broke and laughed first. It was silly but it was something the two of you shared so you cherished it nonetheless.

You leaned forward and rested your elbows on your knees placing your chin in your hands as you stared at him straight faced.

He leaned forward and did the same, mirroring you.

He began to cross his eyes and puff up his cheeks. Trying to make you laugh like a child would.

In your inebriated state this almost broke you but you held strong and just stared back at him.

His face suddenly settled and a stern and serious look took over. He placed his hands in his lap and leaned forward until you could feel his warm breath fanning on your face.

Your eyes flickered down to his lap as you began to notice one of his hands hesitantly moving out towards your face. You began to sit up, removing your head from your hands.

The second his thumb and index finger wrapped around your chin your entire body felt like it was on fire. He had never touched you in an intimate way whatsoever and your head was too fuzzy from the weed to think straight.

“So beautiful” He spoke barely above a whisper. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to hear that but you definitely did. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip and that’s when you’d had enough.

Your hand gripped his wrist pulling his from your face and your opposite snatched at the back of his neck pulling his lips to meet yours. Immediately he responded and reached out to grab your waist.

A low moan came from the his throat as your nails applied pressure to the back of his neck.

“Come over here” he spoke before moving back in to meet your lips.

His tongue danced along your bottom lip and as you opened to follow with yours you moved to straddle him. Throwing both your arms over his shoulders as you sat in his lap.

“Fuck” he grumbled as you sat down applying pressure to the bulge growing in his pants.

You broke the kiss in realization of what you’re doing. Pressing your forehead to his and catching your breath you spoke “what are we doing”

His hands dug tighter into your waist. “Something i’ve been dying to do for too fucking long” You threw caution to the wind after hearing this and moved back in to kiss him again.

His hands started to toy with the bottom of the hoodie you were wearing as he slipped his hands under and brought them flat onto your bare back. Pushing your chest to his. This urged you into a more aggressive state turning you on even more with his skin on yours. Your hand reached and gripped in his hair and tugged. Hard.

“Jesus fucking christ Y/N” he spoke again. His voice was like silk. Raspy and smooth at the same time. He began to sit up with his hands on your back to support you. He laid you back flat on the couch and brought his knee up between your thighs.

Breaking the kiss he nudged your head to the side and started to leave open mouth kisses along your jawline. He started to struggle to gain access to your neck because your hood was in his way.

Moving your arms down and gripping the bottom of the garment with confidence you smirked at him as you spoke. “Back up” he placed his hands at your sides supporting him so he was hovering above you as he intently watched you remove Sams hoodie revealing your black lace bralette underneath.

You tossed it to the side and grabbed the belt loops in his jeans pulling his hips to meet yours as his chest fell on top of you. His nose nudged yours as he kissed you again.

Your hands made their way to his back under the tee shirt he was wearing gripping and pulling him as close as you possibly could. When he bit your bottom lip your nails dragged down from his shoulder blades and your hips bucked upwards for more friction.

The deepest moan you have ever heard erupted from the back of his throat. He immediately shot up and pulled his shirt off from the back of the neck and discarded it.

When he lowered himself back on top of you his lips started at your collarbone and made their way down to the swell of your breasts spilling out of your bralette.

“It’s almost like you knew how bad i’ve wanted this… you wore black lace for me and everything… You are a little devil aren’t you?” His eyes fluttered up to meet yours.

“Oh you have no idea”

He began working his mouth lower over your stomach when he reached the waistband of your leggings.

“Can I take these off, devil?” He looked up at you again taking the band between his teeth. Fuck. That’s enough to make you cum right there.

“Please”

He looped his fingers into your leggings and worked them off of you. He bit his lip in awe when he noticed your underwear matched your bralette.

Maneuvering so his face was aligned with your hips he began to place open mouthed kisses to the lower half of your stomach as his hands rubbed up your thighs and applying pressure so you would spread your legs.

“You’re okay with this right?”

He whispered as he continued to litter your body with kisses.

You’re so desperate for him you could barely speak.

“Y-yes Jake please j-just.. fuck” You needed him so bad you couldn’t help but stumble over your words.

His fingers slipped under the front of your underwear as his mouth got lower and lower. His tongue pressed directly onto your clit once he moved your lace to the side. You threw your head back and bit your lip to try and keep quiet.

“Shh. We don’t want to wake them, Devil”

His hand moved from your thigh as his fingers went through your folds to your entrance.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.”

“Shit” You gasped as he placed two fingers inside of you as his tongue worked your clit. Your body felt like you were floating. Between the weed and your orgasm building you weren’t sure how much more you could take.

“You like that?” He continued working his mouth and fingers on you simultaneously. Your hand went over your mouth to muffle your moans as much as possible as your other went into his hair to grab it.

The moan that came from him in response sent vibrations to your core tripling the sensation you were feeling.

His fingers began to curl and pump faster and you weren’t sure how quiet you could be anymore. Your hand slipped to the back of his neck to pull his head up to meet yours. He rested his arm along side your head and pressed his forehead against yours as his fingers continued to work inside you and his thumb circled your clit.

You lifted your chin to take his bottom lip between your teeth before kissing him again. Tasting you on his tongue. This made his fingers jerk into a curl and hit your g-spot. Your eyes squinted as you moaned into his mouth and he muttered a low “fuck”

“Jake i’m-“

“Y/N cum for me. Open your eyes I want to look at you when I make you come.”

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt a surge throughout your entire body. The warmth and fire that started in your head was now exploding in the bottom of your stomach. “That’s it, good girl” he whispered to you.

His thumb was still slowly circling your clit as you came down. Your hand jerked to grab his wrist once it became too much.

Both of you stared at each other as he removed his fingers.

“Kiss me” You spoke. You knew this was inevitably going to complicate things. Especially your relationship with Sam.

But right now none of that mattered.

[pseudofaux]

ok, so how do you think lili and yang's first night REALLY went? apparently they went at it all night, but for someone's first time that's kind of hard to believe! i'm curious to see your take because you right yang really well! headcanons style or scenario, whichever you prefer!

So I have really been thinkin' about this one! I am glad you asked about it, it hits me right in the Yang/kinks and I hope you'll see this and enjoy!

(Requests are closed, I am currently finishing up what I owe from earlier this year. I will post a masterlist when they are all completed. Thank you for reading!)

➡️➡️I’m gonna put a warning on this one for some very misogynistic female virginity-centric thoughts from Yang, including about blood. To me they all make sense, and are appropriate given the ask and character, but they will be a lot if you’re sensitive to that, so just a heads up those are under the cut. Avoid if you need to!⬅️⬅️

She is not warm anymore but hot, and her fingers clutch at him with a reluctance that makes him grind a laugh into her mouth and tell her to hold on if she doesn’t want to hit her head against the bedframe.

She is (still) a good girl, so she does.

Her blood is on him, and it makes the space between them smell like wet coins and earth. There's no longer anything particularly arousing about the scent of blood to him, but he doesn't resent what he smells, or what he sees. She arouses him plenty for this purpose, and that is all he needs to see it done.

The ways she is warm, and pliant, and trying to keep herself from letting out another little mewl or yelp... he lets himself luxuriate in those comforts, like she is a long, trembling pillow that goes from overstuffed stiffness to the most body-cradling seduction of softness.

Her lashes sweeping up and then meeting, and the way those little cries have become short, sharp pants of sugar scented breath: he can admit that those things arouse him. He thinks they would arouse most men, not that he is like most men. But he is a man. And she is a woman now, beneath him. He can admit that he does not mind that.

There is no telling how long it will be before he begins to mind. Not long, likely. He knows his own nature. He knows enough about other people to expect she will eventually bore him, just like they have. It's mostly boredom that's brought the two of them to his bed, after all, more boredom than desire.

He recognizes there is some small desire in his brain to get the taste of her blood in his mouth. Does that wet coin smell mean it will taste like a punched disc fished out of a puddle on the street? Or does the sugar on her tongue live in all the places of her body? She is not warm anymore but hot, and her fingers clutch at him with a reluctance that makes him grind a laugh into her mouth and tell her to hold on if she doesn’t want to hit her head against the bedframe.

She is (still) a good girl, so she does.

When she’s fainted or fallen asleep or whatever it is virgins do when a man is done with them, he’s still smelling that wet coin smell. It’s a little saltier now, like the coin was fished out of the ocean instead. The ocean is dangerous and does not care what happens to people. He likes this change, likes that he has changed her.

He touches her face while she dreams, and breathes her in through his nose, tucked into a space at the bottom of her naked throat. He thinks about moving so he can get that taste he wanted and know for certain what water and metal have bled out of her, but he is comfortable where he is. So he stays.

Naps are meant for whenever he wants to have them, but that’s usually daytime. He’s surprised to wake up in the middle of the night between ruined sheets, with the woman not turned away from him at all, actually nestled quite close and her cheek using his arm like a pillow.

He is more curious than angry.

“Hey.”

Her eyebrows flinch but smooth out.

He thinks about calling her something rude, something that would dig right into whatever hurt about her decision to let him fuck her. What’s the worst thing to call a woman who loves the God here? Whore?

He does not call her that. But he does not like to be ignored, so he bites the point of her nose until she cries, and the sound makes him want to kiss her again so he does. Her confusion arouses him-- it does-- so he moves on top of her, pulling his arm out from under her face without a thought for how her pretty hair will tug her head.

But he likes the way it does, when he sees it. So he moves his mouth to her ear and whispers that he’s going to have her again, then bites the supple flesh there, too.

She tucks her chin down toward her chest like a bird, and her hands land on his shoulders with the delicate weight of nightingales finding their perch. It’s so good it makes him want to destroy her.

So he does. He makes her silly little throat go hoarse, makes the whole house hear them.

Ha.

Something about the way her chest moves when he’s slamming deep into her hips makes him want her on top, and it’s not as though she could be more broken in at this point (or that he would care if there were still something that would tear and bleed inside her), so he gets on his back and tells her what to do.

His voice is low but softer than he planned. He’s not hoarse.

Hmm.

She does what he says, but he slaps the heft of her ass when she is trying to settle herself, just to remind her not to get too comfortable beyond resigning herself to whatever he wants.

And now whenever he wants it.

The view as she plants her soft hands on his belly and moves her hips as though her bones could be shy puts him in a good mood again, maybe because it presses her breasts together full and shameless despite her shame. He likes it, at any rate, and finds himself curling both hands around her ass, patting the place he hit.

She’s like a pet, he reminds himself. Nothing wrong with stroking a well-behaved pet.

He brings one hand around her front and strokes her until she sucks in a breath and tightens all around him, and he grunts like he can punish her with the sound as he floods her yet again, but she merely looks tired.

The red that was on her thighs is all smeared to nothingness, practically worn away. There’s still a tint of it, like someone used a watery ink on her legs.

He should be tired, but the idea of painting her is too interesting. He decides to do that instead of sleep. But he puts her on her back and lets her sleep. For now. He can tell he’s going to splatter onto her defenseless belly loud and hard enough to wake her up, if she knows what’s good for her.

When he wakes up next, the sun is sharp and someone’s already started making breakfast. He can smell it. He smells earth and shore sand and metal and blood and sex, too.

He doesn’t remember sucking at her skin so much, but she looks like someone pinched her in a half dozen places and that’s just what he can see above the sheet. Under the sheet are more marks, and bigger. They look like real bites and bruises, and he... feels, about that.

He has never seen her so deeply asleep. He remembers the ways her exhausted body went slack against him several times, especially her stomach against his and the weight of her on top of him when her hands tried to let go of their grip on the bedding. Cute. Like a kitten.

He had no specific plan to discard of her, but he realizes that he wants to keep her for awhile and see how far that enthusiasm goes, especially now that she has given everything up. Sweet little sinner.

Maybe he should wake her up with his tongue between her legs.

He’ll think about it. For now he breathes deeply through his nose and thinks of coins in watery puddles that are tinted red, and of the way the waves of her hair fanned out like a phoenix’s triumphant wings just as she completely surrendered.

It makes him hungry.

[junicai]

누나 너무 예뻐.

| order no. | 1 / 21

| summary | Jisung knows Aria is pretty. However, knowing something, and seeing it, are two very different things. 

| word count | 1.4k

| warnings | none 

| era | circa. August 2019

Jisung knew that objectively, Aria was vey pretty. Beautiful even. He knew that. Understood the fact that when the makeup noonas got their hands on her, she was downright stunning; dolled up to the nines. 

However, it was hard to remember that fact when he’d seen her at all hours of the night, with sweat matting her hair to her forehead and her eyes sunken in - glaring across the room as if she was going to throttle Renjun if he even dared to try make them run the routine again.

She had attempted the room-length lunge once, but had fallen about a half length short when her knees gave out on her. Renjun’s barely muffled snort put him on the receiving end of her steak-knife glare again, but the effect was muted by the fact that Aria had yet to lift her face from its smushed position on the sprung-wooden floor. 

Even around the dorms, Aria would opt for a more comfortable option of clothing - usually items of loungewear that didn’t belong to her. She’d wander around in Jeno’s too big sweatpants and a filched hoodie from Jaemin’s wardrobe, or in a loose t-shirt stolen from Jisung’s own drawers. 

It was fine - the boys all ended up sharing a lot of their clothes anyway, so when bits and pieces went missing every few days, they’d just have to slip into Aria’s room to collect them. 

Although, he wished she hadn’t taken such a fancy to his new orange sweatshirt. It was fuzzy on the inside and extremely snuggly - which seemed to be the exact reason why after a week of it residing in the back of his wardrobe, it mysteriously went missing. Only to appear a couple of days later on Aria’s person. 

She’d even had the gall to play innocent. 

So, when it came down to it - in black and white - Jisung knew that, yes, Aria could be jaw-dropping when the time called for it.

But that was very different to actually seeing it. 

“Sungie? You okay?” Aria called over from the kitchen, a glass clinking as it hit the counter top.

Jisung had stopped in the middle of a sentence, hands that were idly fiddling with his phone as he mindlessly flicked through Instagram now frozen. He paused for a moment, before rapidly scrolling back up on his feed. 

When Aria received no response, she stuck her head out of the doorway. “Sungie?” She crossed the short distance, peering over his shoulder. “Oh! What’s this?” 

Jisung turned an accusing look on her. “You tell me! You did another interview with VOGUE and didn’t tell us?” He swiped across into the next image on the post, eyes bulging slightly. “VOGUE New York? You went to New York?” 

Aria bit her lip to hold back the smile that she knew was tweaking at the corner of her mouth. “No - we took the photos here, and the company sent it on to the management team over there. The interview was done over the phone, look?” She pointed towards the bottom of the description that accompanied the post, where it stated:

“This interview was conducted over a telecommunications line. Any and all mistakes in the script are due to a bad connection, and are not a representation of the idol or the company.”

Jisung relaxed back into the couch slightly. He wasn’t sure how he could have missed Aria jetting out of the country for a few days, but he’d done it once with Chenle - something which the boy had never let him live down, despite the fact that Jisung had been running a fever and was mildly delirious with the fact that his walls were swimming - and he wouldn’t put it past himself to do it again. 

“Mhm, I think the photos came out pretty nice, but I’m not sure they used many of them. “Aria sounded slightly put out. It was rare that she truly liked her own editorials; she was far too critical of her own appearance in Jisung’s eyes. 

But then again; Jisung was biased. 

He swiped through to the end of the post, seeing no trace of the pictures that she mentioned. 

“Maybe they’re on the official blog?” 

She sighed, patting his head gently. “Nah, I already checked. They used the close up one, but everything else got put in the bin I think. They emailed us back and said the ‘lighting’ was wrong or something, which sounds ridiculous to me, but hey.” She shrugged in fake nonchalance. “It’s VOGUE, who knows.” 

Jisung frowned at her tone. She genuinely sounded upset - and was obviously trying to hide it. 

And failing miserably, if even Jisung was picking up on it. 

“Can I see them?” 

Aria made a sound of confusion in the back of her throat. “See what?”

“The pictures.” 

She hummed in understanding, and then shook her head. “Oh no, Sungie, it’s okay! I’m just blabbering, they’re not anything important don’t worry.” She spun to leave back to the kitchen.

Jisung snagged her wrist and spun her back. “Can I see, noona? Please?” 

Aria squinted at him, eyebrows creasing. “Uh, sure? You don’t have to, I know editorial shoots aren’t your thing.” Despite her words, she was slipping out her phone from her back pocket, unlocking it and scrolling through her gallery to find the pictures. 

Jisung sat slightly impatient, fingers tapping against his knee. She was right - editorial shoots weren’t really his thing. He much preferred the yearbook-style shoots that Dream did; a little more carefree and a little less rigid; but if Aria was bringing this up then obviously there was something to be had. 

She handed over the phone, pointing to the picture on the small digital screen. 

The device was swamped in Jisung’s larger hands, and for the nth time he questioned why she still used an android. 

He cradled it carefully, turning his attention away from the horrific fact that the phone still had a physical home button, and onto the picture displayed above it. 

At first, it was difficult to make out exactly what he was seeing, like his brain was refusing to put the pieces together. There was chiffon, and flowers, and butterflies? And a lot of soft blue colours, but it was like his brain was malfunctioning - a loading circle slowly spinning where basic visual comprehension was meant to happen. 

Had he gone blind? 

Jisung knew he needed to get his eyes checked again, but he didn’t think it was this bad. Maybe it wasn’t blue, maybe that was just the sunlight refracting on the water beneath Aria’s feet - yes that was Aria in the picture, which was good, he recognized her, which meant that no, he wasn’t going blind. 

That’s good. 

“-ungie?” Aria tapped on his shoulder. 

“Noona, when did you get so pretty?” Jisung turned to her, breathing out the words on an exhale with wide eyes. 

Aria retracted slightly and Jisung braced himself for the laugh and accompanying thumb that would have occurred had he said those words to anyone else. 

But this wasn’t anyone else; this was Aria, and Aria was just kind of, standing there? Lips parted slightly in surprise. 

Jisung blinked twice, fumbling with the phone in his haste to give it back to her. He almost dropped it and felt bad for a split second before remembering that it was an android and that was enough for it to deserve to be thrown down the stairs. 

“N-not like you weren’t pretty before it’s just that, in the pictures you - the lighting is good I don’t know what they didn’t like it’s all so blue-”

Aria leant over the back of the couch to ruffle Jisung’s hair with a soft, fond smile. “Thanks, Sungie.”

Jisung leant into the hand. “I mean it, noona. You look great.” 

“I know you do.” She nudged his shoulder with her own, a feat only possible because she was stood up and Jisung was slouching forward on the couch. “But don’t let Jaem hear you say that - he’ll think he’s being replaced as your favourite.” 

“You are my favourite, noona. I don’t know where he keeps getting that.” 

Aria sighed lightly, carding a hand through Jisung’s hair as she shuffled over to pull the much larger boy’s head into her lap. “I know. Neither do I.”

[balmasedas]

dearly departed. /

(gif is not mine).

PAIRING: din djarin x force sensitive!f-reader.

SUMMARY: au of 2x8 where reader exists instead of grogu (i'm sorry, baby).

WARNINGS: very slight description of torture, violence and blood. major angst.

WORD COUNT: 5k.

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One day felt like a year.

A week onboard the light cruiser was hell and Moff Gideon was proven to be worse than the devil.

You’d barely slept and hunger constantly gripped your belly. You didn’t felt the urge to scream or to even beg for help, those instincts were long dead by now.

They were fascinated. A real Jedi or, at the very least, a live one, still yet to be properly trained (if you managed to survive this). So it wasn’t a surprise that because of their evil nature and in the name of “curiosity” you were obliged to use the Force until you fainted, over and over again. 

It was a tragedy. In search of what would’ve been your home, you had found one with Din Djarin; and now the memories you'd learned to cherish seemed so far away in time that you started to doubt your mind.

(,,,)

Din sat against a rock; while you rested your back against his chest and between his legs. Just the two of you, the sound of the crackling fire and endless stars above your heads. You felt so little and yet, at the same time, that there was nothing that could stop you from conquering the entire galaxy.

“You got this.” his modulated voice came out lower than usual. 

“Sh!” you silenced him with a half-smile. Your hand was extended, just a couple of meters away a small rock floated in the air, slowly approaching you. You’d tried it at least a dozen times and this one, you decided, would be the last. 

Silence crept over you both. Too expectant to breathe for a few seconds. 

You were certain, so confident. Then, fear invaded you. Your hand started to shake and so did the rock. You could feel yourself slowly losing control, anticipating a seemingly inevitable failure. You didn’t trust your power, having always been relegated to abandoning your true identity for your own (and everyone’s) safety. 

Luckily, Din did have hope in you, and although he respected your wishes of quietness during this moment, it didn’t mean he couldn’t try to ease your mind through other means. After all, the Mandalorian felt more comfortable with actions than he felt with words. 

So he snuck his hand beneath your hair and softly rubbed his thumb behind your ear, a soothing caress he often offered when you needed comfort.

It wasn’t a revelation that then, and only then, you felt enough peace to stabilize the Force and finally close your hand around the object.

“Oh!” both your eyes and mouth were wide open. You half turned towards Din — you were drunk in elation, still not wanting to miss the warmness of his body. “I got it!” you burst. You met his visor, but you could sense his eyes on you. 

“What did I say?” he spoke. “You got this.”

You got this. 

You got this.

“I got this,” you mumbled, trying to hold on to comforting words carefully sheltered in your head.

You had been a prisoner of your own body for over a week now. Traveling only from your cell to the room you were currently held and vice versa. Having to extend your arm obediently when you were told so and use your powers as well. 

Truth be told, there was nothing else you could do, except trying to keep your mind busy and start processing the facts: there were no (nor there would be) allies to your cause. You were alone and whatever the remains of the Empire had in store for you was still yet to be revealed. 

Din would come for you, you were sure of that, but some hopeless part of your now broken soul was unsure he’d make it in time.

The door from your cell opened. A couple of troopers marched towards you. Between them, the man in the white coat you’d regularly seen since your arrival. He introduced himself by squeezing your arm, it was supposed to be gentle. 

He wouldn't have done the same if you weren't cuffed and strapped into a stretcher. You thought about breaking free. Your hands around his neck, fear instead of the cockiness his eyes currently harbored. 

The urge was sharp and violent and you enjoyed it while it lasted.

“How are you doing?” Like shit. You remained impassible. 

He opened a case he’d been carrying and laid out the contents on a tray next to the bed. You knew what it was, you wish you didn’t. Needles of different sizes, scalpers, and syringes. 

You winced when he took a needle and fitted it into a large syringe.

He smiled at you. "Be a good girl and stay still, will you?"

Fuck you. “Okay.” Even though you complied, both troopers were ordered to hold you down.

As usual, every movement from that moment was processed in slow motion. The doctor hovering the needle just a few millimeters over your skin, then, the hard cold steel piercing it. First a pinch; as it went deeper, burn; then ache. You wanted to trash but you couldn’t. 

Your vision swam, and your head went thick. “It’s done.” was the last thing you heard before you blacked out. 

(,,,)

“Are you seeing anything? Or are they supposed to see you?” Din queried, looking around.

You were sitting on top of the Seeing stone, drowned in confusion just like him. Still, you couldn’t help but giggle at his obvious deduction from the name of the place where you currently were.

“Yes, I-” you trailed off and furrowed your brows as you watched him thoroughly inspecting the rock. He was quiet, his thoughts were loud. Or maybe you just knew him too well by then. “… I see you” you tilted your head, reformulating your sentence into a question, “Are you searching for an interrupter, Din?”

He straightened his body and immediately backed away from it “No,” he was quick to deny. You kept your eyes fixated on him, and then a ghost of a smile appeared on your face. Finally, he corrected himself after a defeated sigh, “Yes.” he confessed.

You chuckled. You could’ve kissed him by then, if only you had the chance. 

“I wish Ahsoka Tano would’ve told me more, but that’s not how it works.” 

The Force seemed to be much more complex than you originally thought. And the Jedi you met in Corvus day’s ago should’ve cleared many things —instead, she baffled you, even more, shifting her entire demeanor when she sensed your connection with the Mandalorian. 

Now, you were supposed to make contact with another Jedi without knowing how. 

Din didn’t answer. He had left the previous planet just as frustrated as you, if not more. 

“Well, look at the bright side—” you were cut by the sound of a ship circling the area. Both of you were immediately alarmed by its presence. Din ran to the edge of the mountain and followed it closely with his eyes. An attack craft was no good news. As much as he wished to complete the mission, there was no way he’d risk your safety. Both of you could come back later, he assumed.

He called your name, walking backward. “Time’s up, we gotta go.” he stopped abruptly when he finally turned around and saw you. He’d never seen anything of similar nature. 

Your eyes were shut, strands of your hair floated like feathers in the breeze. Some kind of force shield had been erected around you. He screamed for you again. “Hey! Snap out of it, we gotta get out of here.” but wherever your mind was, it was far away from Tython now.

He even tried to pass through the force shield only to be violently expelled from it.

He grunted. The floor beneath him was hard, the realization he made hit harder: there was no way he could reach you. 

His desperation only could grow when he spotted an unknown subject leaving the craft. “Dank Farrik!” he cursed. His hands were closed in tight fists, his gaze lingered on you. Leaving you was his last preference, he’d promised you he’d never do it until you were safe but it became the only viable option. 

He had no power to interfere in whatever was happening to you up there, but he could take care of the problem on the bottom of that mountain.

Din pulled his blaster from the holder. “I’ll see if I can buy you some time.” he doubted you could hear him, but still he tried. “Can you please hurry up?” there was hesitation in his movement, his steps were slow and uncertain. Walking away from you had never felt so wrong, and yet he had no other choice if he wanted to protect you.

He would later learn that fear, desolation, and regret were very possible and present emotions in him as he could only stand and see the dark troopers taking you away. 

(,,,)

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was your handcuffs.

The second thing was the light reflecting off them. 

Your glance flickered from the Dark saber to Moff Gideon and then to the person he was talking to. 

Until that moment, you weren’t sure if you were awake or hallucinating. But then everything became so real. His armor, his voice. As exhausted as you were, you took your time to caress Din with your eyes. 

He was alive. Whole. Here.

You were in a dream.

He, on the other hand, sensed that his nightmare was far from over. 

“You can keep it, I just want her,” he assured. The object of dispute between Moff Gideon and Bo-Katan had never sparked any interest in him. You were his only priority and his original quest had been long forgotten by then. 

The Moff stood in silence, seemingly analyzing the proposal.

“Very well, I already got what I wanted from her.” he addressed. “All I wanted was to study her blood. You see, the girl is extremely gifted. And has been a blast with rare properties that have the potential to bring order to the galaxy.” 

Din anchored his attention on you. All this talking did nothing but disturb him even more. You were so close and so far. Shut up, he wanted to say. 

Instead, he remained quiet. 

“I see your bond with her.” Din heard it before. Did he also believe what you both had it was dangerous? He didn’t wish or care to know. “Take her. But you will leave my ship immediately and we will go separate ways.”

If Din nodded, you missed it. He took cautious steps towards you. Your heart started to race in anticipation. You could already taste a decent glass of water, the sun kissing your skin, and the end of what was once an endless agony. 

You extended your hand for him to take it. He was only a meter away. 

It seemed so easy.

It would’ve been so easy.

But Moff Gideon bared only greed and darkness in his soul. He surrendered to no one, let alone a Mandalorian.

“No!” your scream ripped through your throat when you saw the Dark saber hovering over Din’s head. He was quick enough to block the hit and the ones that followed after, but the Moff was insatiable and they both disappeared into the hall.

You tugged at the cuffs, trying to get them off but it was impossible. Not when they were neutralizing your power. You were too weak to run, yet you still launched yourself at the door. 

Your legs instantly gave in. You let out a hard groan but didn't stop to recover from the blow. You instantly laid your body on a side and with the own weight of your arms you started dragging yourself on the floor. 

You had no visuals on Gideon and Din, still, the sound of the black saber colliding against beskar outside the room brought you some sense of calm.

They were still fighting, there was still time.

You just had to crawl a little bit more.

But the hallway seemed miles away, you were tired and you'd barely reached the doorframe when all fell silent.

"D–" your voice died before finishing the sentence. The thought of calling him and not receiving an answer infested your mind like a parasite. You wouldn’t survive that memory. 

A rush of adrenaline took over your body, you started moving once again. Frightened, but not hopeless —not yet. 

If Din hadn’t... If Din—

You would make sure to make Gideon pay. Maybe not with your mind, maybe with your own bare hands.

But your revenge would have to wait a few more minutes because someone blocked your path before you could reach the hallway.

Your eyes fixed over the boots in your line of vision. Where those his? You should’ve paid more attention to his clothes. If you did, you wouldn’t be trembling in fear. If you did, you would’ve instantly knew it was him, instead of waiting until he kneeled and reached for you.

He whispered your name. So loving and familiar. So soft it almost went unnoticed. 

Your lips pursed into a tight line, your eyes were filled to the brim with tears. You didn’t want to cry. But your heart felt heavy and all that pain you had accumulated those days had to go somewhere.

It was inevitable to break down. To weep and shake as your thoughts bounced between what could've happened and what didn't.

Din seemed to sense this when he asserted, "I'm here." He quickly took care of the cuffs. You find relief around your wrist, but the pressure didn't seem to budge on your chest. “I’m here.” 

There, on the cold surface of that cell, he hugged you for all the days he couldn’t.

One arm went around your back, his other hand rested against your head, fitting you against his body. You buried your face against his chest. He drew his fingers along the curve of your neck.

The well-known gesture felt completely different. Whereas before the calming effects of it were exclusively destined to you, it seemed that now it was he who needed it the most. He needed to make sure you were there. That you were real, alive, and well.

You vocalized your thoughts once you found the strength to do so, "I thought I lost you."

Din’s arms tightened around you, solid and warm. His heart would’ve broken right there if it weren’t filled with happiness. Your voice was the same. It was home. "No. I'm too stubborn to leave you." had you had the strength to chuckle, you would have. 

You slowly raised your head and, for the first time, observed past his shoulder. You immediately regretted your decision. In the hallway, Moff Gideon laid against the wall, now in shackles, looking straight into your eyes. There was a smirk plastered on his face. 

Din side-glanced the floor. The handcuffs, from which he had freed you, started to shake. Your back, once hunched and languid, was now rigid under his embrace. 

“No,” he muttered. He separated and took your face between his hands. “Look at me.” you ignored him and focused on the man behind him. Gideon’s brow furrowed, his cockiness slowly fading away —the air in his lungs too. "Cyar’ika.” the whisper came out as a plead. His helmet blocked your vision now, his gloved thumbs slid over your cheeks. You blinked the lashes that framed your eyes. They would’ve looked innocent on anyone else. “Don’t. He can’t hurt you no more.” his voice was gentle and reassuring. You believed him. 

He wouldn't hurt you, but he could –and would– hurt Din if given the chance. 

That terrified you, and it was something you couldn't forgive or forget.

Din was waiting for an answer, so you gave him one, “Alright.” Moff Gideon would just have to wait.

You both stared at each other for a moment. You hoped your answer was convincing enough to buy Din's calm. It did, cause he dropped the subject and moved into another, seconds later, “Can you walk?” he asked.

You placed your palm on the floor and held Din's with your other hand. Your legs responded –slowly but steady, you got on your feet.

The Mandalorian held you by the waist, watching with caution until he was sure you could stand by yourself, "We have to go to the bridge" he announced. His voice was low enough to maintain what he was saying between you. “Moff Gideon will go to the front, I’ll stay behind, you can follow me.” you couldn’t tell if it was a proposition or an order. 

“It’s ok. You said it yourself, he can’t hurt me.” Din tittered and shook his head.

“It’s not you who I’m worried about”.

(,,,)

You’d felt at ease once you met the familiar faces that had come to your rescue. Cara didn’t hesitate to hug you when she saw you, while Fennec limited herself to a comradely nod from afar.

Koska and Bo-Katan had been a completely different story. They didn’t take it lightly when they saw Din in possession of the Darksaber. You glanced at Moff Gideon, his victorious grin made much sense then —he knew of the traditions and what gave power to the saber. He also appreciated how Bo-Katan was as obsessed as him with it —purposely sinking his finger in her wounded pride. 

Although Din had yielded, his peace offering was unwelcomed, as well as his intentions to give her the saber. The last thing you needed was internal conflicts, but you were willing to fight anyone if you had to protect the person you'd care about the most.

The rising tension was —luckily or not— shut down by the alarms going off and then Fennec reporting a breach in the ray shields of the ship.

Moff Gideon, with a disgusting proudness in his voice, announced the dark troopers.

Lines formed between your eyebrows, "Dark troopers?"

Fennec took care of your confusion. "Problems." Her answer was vague, but you could deduce from it, at least, the essential: you'd have to fight against them —inhuman killing machines that doubled your size. The chances of winning were minimal, but you couldn't have gotten this far only to surrender.

You approached the screens and took a seat in front of them. The dark troopers kept coming. Din had trouble fighting with one earlier, and now you were six against too many. Five if they didn't count you. You were still weak, no powers, no Force —you were utterly useless.

Someone softly squeezed your shoulder. You looked up and your eyes met with beskar. "I'm gonna get you out of here." He could try. His words had always given you security. You assumed it was your damaged spirit that doubted them for the first time.

You fixed your eyes on the screen again, Din went to the front among the others. The dark troopers marched towards the bridge. They were getting closer and closer and all you could do was prepare yourself and wait.

"Seal the blast doors!" Fennec commanded Koska.

You looked at the cameras.

They were there.

The two dark troopers in the front started pounding on the door. The material they were made of was resistant, but not indestructible. It was only a matter of minutes before they could get through it.

"You have an impressive fireteam protecting you," Moff Gideon spoke. His voice exuberated confidence. He appreciated his upper hand in the situation and wasn't shy about it. "But I think we all know after a valuable stand, everyone in this room will be dead, but me and the girl."

Din didn't turn to look at you. Gideon's statement probably sent him the same eerie sensation as it did to you.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. The thought of him speaking so lightly of your friends' death almost made you puke.

If only you could've hurt him. You had the will, but not the power.

The alarm went off a second time. All of you looked at your right, throughout the windows: A ship flew past the cruiser. Closer monitoring allowed you to identify it as a lone X-wing fighter. Just one. Cara whispered something about being saved, her voice dripping with sarcasm. 

"Incoming craft, identify yourself." Bo-Katan solicited. Radio silence.

The dark troopers outside stopped pounding at the door. You looked at the cameras outside the bridge. They made a half-way turn on their place and armed themselves. 

Everyone was too baffled to be relieved about it. Everyone but you.

Your eyes were glued to the screen. The hooded figure that disembarked was just a visual confirmation of what you had sensed as soon as the craft had landed in the docking bay. 

There was no more such thing as uneasiness. The air felt lighter —in it, an invisible string pulling you towards the unknown subject.

No. Not unknown. You knew what and who it was —long before he'd displayed his lightsaber. You knew why he was here, as well as his intentions. You just didn't want to acknowledge the consequences of his presence —and what it meant for you. 

You turned around and searched for the Mandalorian, only to find Moff Gideon on his feet and pointing a blaster at Bo Katan.

He fired at her, four or five times, you didn't exactly count —it was enough to knock her out of the way.

There was nothing between you and him now. Whereas he'd expressed before the possibilities of keeping you alive for further studies about the Force, it wasn't a viable option anymore. He would rather kill you than let the Jedi get his hands on you.

You had no way to defend yourself. So you looked at him in the eyes and held your breath, resigned, once again, to a destiny written by foreign hands. 

You waited for the shots but they never came. Instead, the air was knocked out of your chest as you were thrown to the floor by someone. You winced at the harsh contact. At least you didn't have a hole in your body. You had closed your eyes by instinct, blinking felt such a waste of energy by then.

You focused on Din's helmet while he frantically inspected your body for any wounds.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

No, you were not. You were numb, expressionless, stunned, motionless. You felt your throat closing up. To speak would mean abandoning the shelter of your conscious, where you still believed to have more time with him. 

But you didn’t, and Din needed to be aware of this.

Tears welled up in your eyes before you whispered, “It’s time.” 

His posture stiffened above you. Though it was never a serious conversation, he’d recalled both of you touching the subject very on the surface. Always in a light, joking manner. “Oh, what will you do when I’m gone?” you’d ask. Din would follow with a snicker and tease you for the sake of your dynamic. “Get a good night of rest.” Truth be told, you could’ve never fathom to properly rest far from each other.

You wished, or rather begged with your eyes, for him to say something, anything —but he chose silence. Was his nightmare the same as yours? Or had he come to accept, long before you did, your true path? 

He took you gently by the hands and helped you get up. He guided you to the front, slow and steady. 

“Open the door,” the bridge was noiseless. No answer whatsoever to his request. Din insisted, “I said, open the door.”

Fennec raised an eyebrow, aiming at the entrance. “Are you crazy?” all the dark troopers were destroyed, but you couldn’t blame the group for their wariness. It had been a long day, a long journey, too many enemies in your path to trust so easily the person waiting on the other side.

You walked past by Gideon, who laid unconscious on the floor. His attempt to kill you felt so far away in time. Now, you faced something worse and more dreadful than death itself. 

Din ignored the verbal protests and pressed the button himself. The blast doors opened. The green glow of the lightsaber was visible before his body. Everyone waited as he entered the bridge. The sick, anxious feeling in your gut only increased when he withdrew his lightsaber. The memories of your time on the seeing stone came back altogether. You recalled his face, he was in your dream, he was the one who had reached out and —oh, you wished you could retract your cry for help.

“Are you a Jedi?” Din found the courage to ask. 

Yes, he is. You knew his identity before he could tell you so. Luke Skywalker.

“I am,” he confirmed and then looked at you. He reached out a hand, you squeezed Din’s. “Come, please.” you trusted this stranger as if you had known him all your life. The Jedi wasn’t the problem, it was the man standing next to you. 

“She doesn’t want to go with you.” Din’s authoritative tone and firm stand made it clear that he shared the same wishes as you. 

But Luke knew better than to give in to the whims of your hearts. If only they were reason enough to rebel against him, “She is strong with the Force. But talent without training is nothing. I will give my life to protect her, but she will not be safe until she masters her abilities.” 

Your fingers lingered over Din’s as you broke the grip on his hand and took a step forward. For a moment, you considered the option of leaving everything behind without looking back. To spare the pain of goodbye seemed the happiest ending you could get. 

Then you remembered how uncertain and unpleasant the future could be. Very few souls in the galaxy could survive regret, an ‘I should’ve’ was more gut-wrenching than any blast to your chest.

So you turned around and face him one more time. You offered a tremulous smile, drops wet the corner of your lips. 

He, as always, tried to offer some peace of mind you couldn’t find by yourself. “I’ll see you again. I promise.” you hated the bleakness that tainted his voice. Still, you found yourself wordless, nodding at his words. 

You extended your hand, the tip of your fingers brushed his helmet. It was cold, lifeless, so much different from what was inside of it and who you had learned to know. Din’s hand went up and reached for yours, for a moment you thought he’d push it away. Instead, he put it on the helmet and slowly removed it. 

What in the past was deemed unlikely, was now a solid dream.

You lingered on the coffee eyes that studied yours, on the small crease between them above the line of his bold nose. His hair —you wanted to jump in his arms and run your fingers through that hair. Your eyes wandered over his mouth, following its curve and pout, as if he was just about to speak. You wanted to crush your mouth against his lips. 

So you did.

Time stopped in a collision of senses when your lips met his. Your heart pounded in your chest as your knees got weaker. You could only focus on how soft he felt against your mouth, in how addictively he invaded your senses. 

There was raw emotion in the way his fingers closed behind your neck, in how he squeezed you against his body. With your eyes closed, you weren’t sure if your mind had tricked you into a perfect present. 

But then you opened them again and he was there. Closer than ever. 

“We will meet again.” your voice quavered in a whisper. You threw your head back just to take a full picture of his handsome face. Tears fell over his cheeks, you brushed them away with your thumbs. “Someday, somewhere, we’ll get to be together.” you lowered a hand and placed it on his chest. “Until then, keep me here, ok?” 

This time, Din draped both of his arms around your frame and met your lips halfway. It was short, intense, and everything that needed to be said was said with it, “I’ll wait for you as long as I have to, ner runi”. 

You stole him one last kiss before you let him go. 

There was nothing said between you and Luke as you left the bridge side by side. More tears cascaded through your face the further you walked away. You knew this was the way it should be, but never would it hurt so bad. The Mandalorian was supposed to be only an eventuality and ended up being half of your heart. 

You reached the elevator and turned around. It took a massive amount of bravery to look at a loved one in the eyes as you parted ways, so you gathered every cell full of courage in your body and looked at Din. 

You were still crying, so was he. But you had made peace with the past, the present, and the future — both of you knew, one way or another, you were destined to each other, whatever the odds you’d have to face. 

The elevator doors were closing. Your smile grew wider and wider as you realized, not too late, just in time, “I love you, Din Djarin.” he didn’t have to say it back for you to know he felt it too. 

You had promised to find him as soon as you could and you intended to keep your word.

[summerwritesfics]

⛓️Here Kitty Kitty

Pairing: Tomas Vrbada/Kuai Liang Length: 3227 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Kitty Play/Pet Play, Face Slapping, Tongue Bathing, Power Bottom, Service Top, Catboy/Cat Ears, Spell Gone Wrong, Implied Homophobia, Riding, Masturbation, Anal Sex, TFW ur longterm crush is turned into a catboy and u have a petplay kink Kinktober Day 27: Kitty Play + Face Slapping + Tongue Bathing

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Notes: Again, I am not immune to catboys lol. Also hey, a ship that isn’t SubScorp or SubScorp adjacent lol. Tho I suppose it does still involve Kuai lol. I know when it comes to SubSmoke most people prefer Top!Kuai/Bottom!Smoke, but long haired top kink goes brrrrr. But hey, Kuai’s a bit of a power bottom in this so y’know ;)

There were whispers amongst the ranks of the Lin Kuei.

Tomas knew that whispers were never a good thing. They were an especially bad thing when those whispers were about Kuai Liang. He hadn’t seen the young man in days. Kuai had returned from his latest mission, he knew that much from the rumours going around. Well, that and Bi-Han hadn’t snapped and murdered everyone, so Kuai was at the very least alive.

The rumours were vague, Kuai had been afflicted by something, and as a result was being kept in isolation outside of his brother.

But Tomas refused to let his dear friend suffer alone, even with Bi-Han technically at his side. So during the night, he quickly made his way through the dark corridors. He knew Bi-Han had been chosen for a late night training session, so with any luck, Kuai would be alone. Tomas had been caught by Bi-Han sneaking into their room before, and his jaw ached from the memory. He’d rather not be punched by Bi-Han again if he could help it.

As he got to the door, instead of opening it and risking making too much noise, he let himself evaporate into smoke, slipping into the room. When he rematerialised he was instantly hit by the smell of the room. There was a very sweet smell, and Tomas had no idea what it was.

He could see a mass in one of the beds, and instantly knew it was Kuai. He approached slowly, not wanting to wake him up too suddenly. If Kuai began to scream the Lin Kuei would know he’d snuck out after curfew.

“Kuai Liang,” he said softly, hoping it would stir the sleeping man. He saw Kuai’s hair twitch. Wait. What? Tomas stared at the top of Kuai’s head, and he now had two strange tufts of hair on top of his head. “Kuai Liang?”

Kuai began to stir slightly, sleepily replying “5 more minutes, Dàgē.”

“It’s me, you moron,” Tomas grumbled, poking Kuai’s shoulder. “Wake up.”

That tuft of hair twitched again as Kuai’s eyes fluttered open.

“Tomas?” Kuai questioned with a yawn. He pushed himself to sit up, twisting to face Tomas as he did. “What are you doing here?”

Tomas couldn’t reply, his eyes were immediately drawn to what he had believed were tufts of hair. Instead it was a pair of cat ears. Fucking cat ears. Worse, as Kuai began to take the covers off his body, Tomas spotted a tail too, slowly flicking side to side.

Oh, by the Elder God’s help me.

It was like Tomas had just walked straight into one of his wet dreams.

“What, and I can not stress this enough, the fuck happened?” He got down onto the bed next to Kuai, hoping to god this was some sort of hallucination. He reached a curious hand forward to touch one of the ears, though Kuai flinched when he did.

“Mm, rouge spell hit me.” Kuai’s voice was thick with sleep, his eyes drooped, and clearly would rather have still been in dreamland rather than sat talking with Tomas. “Grandmaster is having to pull some strings with Outworld to get their top sorcerer to look at me and find a way to get me back.”

“Uh huh,” Tomas agreed, although completely dumbfounded. “Is this why you’re being kept in isolation?”

“I don’t know the full reason,” Kuai admitted, rubbing the back of his head. “It’s not like it’s contagious.” Kuai blinked slowly. “Master Fang said something about the way I smell now seducing people or something.”

Well, he guessed that explained that sweet scent. He wasn’t sure he understood how exactly it would seduce people. Then again, Master Fang always did have a vendetta against Kuai for some reason. Tomas wouldn’t put it past the Elder to weave some extravagant story about how Kuai’s new form would persuade the masses down the path of homosexuality.

But to be fair, this form was particularly appealing. Although that was more a Tomas thing.

He crossed his legs and hoped to god Kuai wouldn’t notice his hard on.

“So. Yes.” Kuai shrugged, as if there was nothing else he could really do. “Sorry, I’d have asked Bi-Han to tell you I’m okay and not to worry, but he’s been in a foul mood since I got back.”

“Can’t imagine why,” Tomas sarcastically muttered under his breath. Bi-Han was tetchy at the best of times, but something happening to his little brother, regardless of how lethal, was always enough to tip to downright evil behaviour.

It was a common joke amongst the ranks that Bi-Han was “one bad thing happening to Kuai Liang” away from a villainous breakdown. Sometimes it felt like only Tomas acknowledged how close to the truth that was.

“Well I guess so long as you’re okay,” Tomas sighed, going to stand up. Until he felt a hand grab his wrist. He turned around to see Kuai’s face, slightly flush and his ears low.

“Tomas, will you stay with me, please?” Kuai looked up at him with wide pleading eyes, and Tomas felt himself swallowing because how the fuck was he supposed to say no to that face? “I know we would get in trouble if the Elder’s found out, but…”

“N-No, it’s not- it’s fine.” Tomas sat down again, taking Kuai’s hands in his. “I’ll stay with you.”

Kuai smiled softly, his ears perking up as he whispered “thank you.”

Despite trying to keep his composure, Tomas was so sure that Kuai had to know how panicked he was. It absolutely had to be written all over his face. Kuai didn’t say anything about it though, just flopped back onto the bed, shuffling until his head was on the pillow. Tomas lay down as well, on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He was surprised when he felt Kuai place an arm on his chest, pushing his body against Tomas and nuzzling his face into Tomas neck.

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

Tomas lay there, silently trying to ignore how close they were. The fact they were touching was setting his skin of fire. His cock was already hard just from the way Kuai looked now, but now it was all he could think about. Kuai snuggled his face against Tomas skin and…

Oh no, he’s purring.

Tomas grimaced, he hated this. Well no, he fucking loved it, but he hated how much he wanted more. He wanted more than just Kuai’s body next to his. That fire on his skin went straight to his cock. Shit, he was going to have to deal with it, lest he do something he regret.

He carefully reached down for his pants, pushing the waist band down just enough to get his cock out. He wrapped his hand around his cock, slowly stroking. Biting his lip, he tried to stop himself from moaning. The last thing he wanted to do was wake Kuai up, especially like this.

His hand went up and down, slowly, as maddening as that was. If he went too fast he ran the risk of getting too excited. He closed his eyes, desperately trying to think of something other than Kuai’s current predicament. It wasn’t working though, as with being able to feel the mans weight next to him, all he could imagine was that it was Kuai’s hand stroking him.

Kuai’s purr got louder, before Tomas felt something wet against his neck. Tomas blinked his eyes open, looking down to where Kuai was and he tried to work out what was happening. Kuai’s head was bobbing slightly, his mouth open just enough for his tongue to dart out between his lips and lap at Tomas’ skin.

He gasped loudly and without thinking darted up, rushing to his feet. Kuai made a confused sound and he pushed himself to sit up looking at Tomas in bemusement.

“Tomas? What’s wro-“

Kuai paused mid-sentence, his cat ears lowering as his eyes settled low on Tomas’ body. Tomas didn’t put much thought into that, he needed to explain why he got up so suddenly.

“Sorry, you started licking me and I panicked.” Tomas rubbed his eyes, expecting Kuai to say something. Only he didn’t.

When Tomas reopened his eyes, he found that Kuai was still looking at the same spot. Tomas was confused, and he looked down to see what Kuai was looking at. When he did he just about stopped breathing.

His cock.

His pants were still pulled down and his cock was out on full display.

Well, Tomas had a good run being Kuai’s best friend. The younger man was never going to speak to him again after this.

“I- I- Kuai, this is-“ Tomas cut himself up and he grapped the waist of his pants and desperately pulled them back up. Kuai’s eyes finally looked up to Tomas face, he looked somewhere between flustered and confused. “I’m- Elder God’s Kuai, I am so sorry.”

“Tomas, were you-“ He blinked a few times, grimacing. “Was that because I was licking you?”

“No, no, that happened before you started licking me.” A wave of abject horror rolled over him, threatening to drown him. That just made the situation way worse than it would have been otherwise.

“Oh.” That was all Kuai said, as he reached to rub the back of his head. He looked away again, worrying his lip between his teeth.

“I should- I should probably go,” Tomas whispered, wanting nothing more than the ground to swallow him whole. As he turned to leave, he felt a hand grab his wrist.

“Wait.” Kuai gently pulled him back. He was barely able to look at Tomas and his ears were still low. “Do you- Well. Would you like some help with it?”

Tomas felt dumbfounded as he asked, “help with what?”

Kuai finally looked up as him, tilting his head like he thought Tomas was stupid.

“What do you think?”

Tomas felt his mouth go dry. Wait, is he really offering to-

“You mean,” Tomas said slowly, trying to work out if Kuai was being serious.

“Yes.”

Well, shit. When was he ever going to get a better chance? Hell, would he even get another chance?

“Uh, sure,” Tomas said with a shrug, trying to play it cooly and not like he’d wanted this for years now.

He never expected Kuai to break out into a massive grin. On top of that, Kuai yanked on his arm, dragging him to the bed. Tomas stumbled, and in the blink of an eye, his back hit the mattress, and he was looking up to Kuai. He felt his breathing hitch when he realised Kuai was straddling him.

“Oh, wow, you don’t beat around the bush, do you?” Tomas asked, honestly shocked at how eager Kuai was. Not that it was a problem, just for some reason, he never really thought Kuai knew that much about sex.

“Do you want me to slow down?” Kuai rolled his hips as the question fell from his lips. Kuai’s ass ground down on Tomas’ cock and he groaned loudly.

“Fuck no,” Tomas hissed, reaching to grab Kuai’s hips and force him down. Kuai giggled, leaning over to the bedside cabinet. Tomas followed his hand, watching as he dug into the drawer, and seconds later pulled out a bottle of oil. Tomas frowned as he asked “why do you just happen to have that on hand?”

“You don’t think I’m a virgin do you?” Kuai asked, moving just enough to yank Tomas pants down. Tomas hands fell from Kuai’s hips down to his sides instead.

Tomas didn’t answer the question, because well… he had somewhat expected Kuai to be a virgin. He hated that there was a jealous part of him that was mad he wouldn’t be Kuai’s first time, but he wouldn’t push to figure out who was. He had a feeling he wouldn’t like the answer. There weren’t exactly many people it could be.

As Kuai began to pour the oil over Tomas cock, using his hand to help spread it, he bit his lip and looked over to Tomas.

“Although, uh, if Bi-Han asks, I have never so much as seen another person naked, okay?” Kuai had a slight blush on his face, but Tomas completely understood the request. Bi-Han would absolutely loose his shit at anyone who dared to even think about fucking Kuai Liang.

Tomas included.

“Trust me, I would die before I told Bi-Han about this.”

Kuai laughed, finally deciding Tomas was prepared. He threw the oil to one side, reaching down for his own pants and yanking them down and off. Tomas wanted to take a moment to appreciate Kuai’s cock, but he really didn’t have much time at all before Kuai was hovering over Tomas. Kuai grabbed Tomas’ cock, angling it towards his entrance.

Tomas gasped as Kuai began to lower himself on his cock. He wasn’t sure why, but his hands instinctively went back to Kuai’s hips, grasping them tightly. It was like he was trying to fool himself that he was actually doing something rather than just letting Kuai take the lead. Soon Tomas was fully inside him, Kuai’s ass resting on his pelvis.

“Ready?” Kuai asked with a purr, breaking back into that grin when Tomas nodded.

Kuai lifted himself using his knees, before letting himself drop down. Tomas grunted at the feeling, Kuai felt so slick around him and yet so tight. He always wanted to imagine Kuai would feel good, but nothing could have prepared him for how good. The action repeated, though this time Tomas took the chance to thrust up as Kuai descended. The moan Kuai made spurred Tomas that he should take more control.

He tried to use his grip to regulate Kuai’s movements, but he realised soon that Kuai was still the one in control. Despite that, Tomas did his best to fool himself otherwise. He pretended that the sudden speed up of Kuai’s bounces were his doing. Bringing his hips up to meet Kuai as he came down made him feel like he was doing a lot more than he was.

Fuck, maybe he should just lay back and let Kuai go for it. Everything felt amazing regardless. Just how tight Kuai was around him, the way his movements caused friction against his cock. Kuai rolled his hips in a way that had Tomas bucking.

And then, Kuai opened his mouth, and made a request Tomas would have never imagined.

“Slap me.”

Tomas actually paused his own movements, but Kuai didn’t stop, still working himself on Tomas cock like his life depended on it. It was a sight worth a thousand lifetimes but Tomas was more concerned about what Kuai had asked of him.

“W-What?” Tomas stuttered, wondering if he’d misheard.

“Slap me,” Kuai repeated, looking down with a strange smile, as he settled on Tomas lap. Tomas groaned knowing he was buried deep inside the other man. “Across the face.”

“Why?” Tomas really could not understand this.

“It feels good.” This statement had Tomas jaw drop. How in the world could that possibly feel good? Kuai giggled at his expression, placing his hands on Tomas chest and changing his angle slightly as he began to lift his hips again. “Trust me, Tomas, I wouldn’t ask you to do something like that if I didn’t want it.”

“Okay,” Tomas hesitantly agreed, lifting one of his hands to ready himself.

He was surprised when he didn’t have to psyche himself up too much to administer the slap. He had intended it to be a gentle tap. Only it was a lot stronger than he intended. His hand collided with Kuai’s cheek, a very loud slap echoing throughout the room as Kuai’s head snapped to the right from the force.

Tomas felt his apology die on his lips when Kuai moaned.

A deep, throaty moan, full of desire and lust.

Holy shit, he actually enjoyed that?

Kuai turned his face back to Tomas, looking extremely satisfied. Tomas swallowed, chancing slapping a second time. This time Kuai was midway through sliding down his cock, and the slap made him clench around. Tomas gasped and groaned.

“See?” Kuai purred, “feels good for you too, right?”

“How did- How did you even find this out?” Tomas asked, slapping Kuai again, feeling a lot more bold about it now. Once again Kuai’s ass clung to him, and Tomas wanted nothing more than to feel that way forever.

“I did say I’m not a virgin,” Kuai replied with a wink, seconds before Tomas slapped him again. They both moaned in unison, even if internally Tomas was questioning what was just said. Not being a virgin and finding out that slapping someone during sex felt good were two completely different things.

Still Tomas felt like he wasn’t going to get a straight answer, returning his attention to thrusting his hips up and timing his slaps to when they would be most pleasurable to him. Kuai seemed to enjoy it any time, lucky for Tomas.

He wasn’t going to last much long, a combination of it having been a while and Kuai’s hole being way too good. Tomas gave Kuai one last slap, the hardest he possibly could, his palm stinging after, let alone how Kuai’s face must have felt. This made Kuai clench particularly hard, and that was enough to send Tomas over the edge. He desperately grabbed hold of Kuai’s hips, forcing him down on his dick and grinding up as he came so hard his vision whited out.

He was so focused on his own pleasure, he barely felt his own stomach growing wet.

He let go of Kuai, letting his arms flop down as he tried to catch his breath. He groaned a little when Kuai pulled off him, wondering if it felt like a loss to the cryomancer too. Kuai’s purr was back, and extremely loud, as he stared down at the pool of cum on Tomas stomach.

“Mmm, I made a mess,” Kuai said in a strange tone.

Tomas had no idea what the fuck came over him when he ordered “be a good pet and clean me up.”

Any regret he could have felt was squashed when Kuai made a loud mewl. He lent down, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he slowly lapped at his own cum. Tomas was mesmerised. Shit, if he wasn’t completely spent he’d have instantly gotten hard again. As Kuai took the cum into his mouth, he swallowed, before leaning down to scoop more up. It didn’t take long for it to be gone.

Work done, Kuai crawled up and settled himself down on Tomas chest. He was purring again, rubbing his face against Tomas chest. He wrapped his arms around his best friend, who was now trying to compute what happened.

“That was nice,” Kuai managed to get out between the rumble in his throat. Tomas laughed nervously, that was more than nice.

“Did- Did that actually happen?” He almost couldn’t believe it. Yet he was here, with Kuai cuddling up to him. Kuai made an affirmative hum. Wow, this actually happened. Any joy he could feel from that was squashed when the image of another older and angrier cryomancer popped into his mind.

Bi-Han is going to fucking kill me.

[clouditae]

Sugar and Spice | 01

Taehyung x reader | Jungkook x reader | 18+ | two part | smut | swearing

Word: 3.8k

Your friends ask you whether you prefer sugar or spice

Thank you @guktro​ for letting me add you in here again~

Chapter Index

"Y/N." You look up to see Taehyung and Jungkook walking into the kitchen as you put your pencil down. "We need your opinion on something," Taehyung tells you, resting his hands on the table.

"On what?" you ask, eyes going back down to the homework in front of you.

"When it comes to sex," he begins, your attention back to the brunette, "do you prefer sugar or spice?"

You frown in confusion. "Sugar or spice? What does that mean?"

"What he means is do you prefer vanilla sex or rough sex?" Jungkook corrects, shaking his head at his older roommate’s version of the question.

Your face contorted in shock. "What kind of question is that?"

"Just answer," Taehyung tells you.

You could only sigh, "I don't know. It's been a while. Why are you asking anyway?"

"Jungkook thinks vanilla sex is what people prefer compared to some good ol' rough sex," he answers.

"Who wants to have constant rough sex every time you get together? Sure it's good, but vanilla is where you connect and actually make love," Jungkook defends.

Taehyung waves him off. "Sex is rough, kinky and a bunch of orgasms."

"What do you think, Y/N?" Jungkook asks you, taking a step closer to the table to stand next to Tae.

You shake your head. "I told you already. It's been a while so I don't really know–"

Taehyung cuts you off, "Then let's have sex."

You choke on the air you inhaled too quickly. "What?"

"Tae's right. Let's have sex to see which is better," Jungkook agrees, crossing his arms over his chest. "At least then I can prove him right."

"You *do know I'm your friend right? You're asking a friend to have sex with the both of you just to see who's right?"

"We've seen each other naked before Y/N. It's not like we're going in blind." Tae shrugs, standing up straight.

"On accident," Jungkook adds, as if he's actually making this easier.

"For you maybe. It was a blessing for me," Taehyung mumbles, his eyes scanning you up and down. What is going on?

"No. I'm not doing it. You two are absolutely nuts," you deny, shaking your head as you turn your attention back to your homework in front of you.

"C'mon, Y/N. Not only do you get to open up the gates, but you get to say you've fucked two of seven of your friends," Taehyung persuades, and the sad part is that it was working a bit.

You shake your head again. "Y/N," Jungkook begins, trying to persuade you as well, "you won't be having sex with the both of us at the same time. We'll be separated and you can pick who you want first. Plus it doesn't have to be today. You can think about it."

"Tomorrow I need answers. If you choose not to–which is a mistake because you're the only person we trust to lose our friendginity to, I'll have to call other people," Taehyung states before giving you a wave and leaving the kitchen.

Jungkook looks to Tae leaving and then to you. He gives you an awkward smile. "He's very forward, but I just want to let you know we won't be mad if you choose not to do this. I understand not wanting to lose our friendship or it being weird after. I'll talk to him, but think about it, Y/N."

After that whole conversation, you really didn't have enough focus to do your homework so you left the boy's apartment and went home. The entire day was filled with nothing but that conversation. Do you want to do this? Is it smart? What Jungkook said was right. If you do this your friendship with the both of them could end in a blink of an eye. Yet since the first day you accidentally saw them naked on different occasions, you couldn't help but imagine having what other people experienced happen to you. Now they're asking you and you're beyond indecisive.

You shake your head of those thoughts as you take a seat at the edge of your bed, drying your hair with the towel after a long shower. It's dumb–it's stupid to think of doing it with the both of them. It's *beyond dumb. Tossing your towel on the armchair, you get up and climb into bed and lie under the blanket, staring at the ceiling for a bit. After a very convincing conversation with yourself, you grab your phone off the nightstand next to you and send a group text.

[10:54 pm] Me: I'm in

Setting the phone down next to you, you ignored every notification that went off and forced yourself to go to sleep. At least you tried to sleep. The following morning you were a mess with half open lids, sleep trying to consume you once again, and mind racing with fear and excitement. You showered again and basically shaved everything you possibly could.

The boys never messaged you after you sent the text, so your mind was in complete wonder as to what they’re thinking. What if they were joking? What if you were imagining everything and this is all one weird dream? Leaving the bathroom with your towel wrapped around your body, your phone chimes. You practically run to your bed and grab your phone, unlocking it and clicking on the message.

[2:10 pm] Tae: Be at the apartment in an hour

Letting out a shaky breath you get up from your bed and go to your underwear drawer. You dig and dig until you find a cute pair of black laced bra and panties. You felt a little ridiculous as to how hard you’re trying to look just to get fucked by your friends. Looks shouldn’t matter, but here you are putting on a tight, off the shoulder crop top. You even tug on the front just so your push up bra can show your cleavage more. Putting on a pair of high waist high jeans and boots, you begin to do your hair and makeup. You made sure to not overdo it with the makeup and hair, but when you look at yourself, you can’t help but think you did. You almost wanted to do it over again, but when you checked the time on your clock in front of you, there was no time left.

Grabbing all the essentials you needed, you head out of your apartment and towards your car.

A short drive later you pull into the parking lot and find a spot. In a few minutes you’re going to knock on the apartment door and meet Taehyung on the other side. In a few minutes you’ll be having sex with him and having the time of your life as he pounds into you like you’re a doll–

You pick up the pace to the elevator. The lobby was empty as you pressed the button and tap your foot in impatience for the doors to open. The elevator dings as the doors open. Entering, you press the floor button and the close doors button as if you’re about to be attacked by a ghost or something as the doors finally shut and the elevator jerks and ascends. You take deep breaths to slow your racing heart as you watch the numbers rise. When everything comes to a stop and the doors open, you exit the elevator and make your way down the hall towards Taehyung and Jungkook's apartment. You knock on the last door at the end of the hall, taking in your final deep breath and wait in silence for the door to open.

You hear the door unlocking and it opens to reveal not Taehyung but Jungkook. "Hey, Y/N," he tells you, looking a bit awkward.

"Hey," you reply. "I thought I'd see Tae since he texted me."

Jungkook shakes his head and opens the door wider for you to enter. "He had business to take care of today, so you'll see him tomorrow or something," he answers, closing the door behind you once you enter.

"Tomorrow?"

He shrugs. "If you want to meet him tomorrow, or you can reschedule to another day." You follow Jungkook into the living room, but he stops short and you almost run into him. "The living room isn't a good idea," he mumbles more to himself than to you as he turns down the hall and towards his room with you following close behind. "So what kind of sex do you usually have?"

"I never really thought of it," you confess, walking into his room as he closes it and locks it behind you.

"Were none of them memorable?"

You shake your head, meeting eyes with him as he stands in front of you. "I know a lot of them were just quick. The guy usually finished before I got anywhere."

Jungkook holds his hand out towards you. "I'll take your stuff," he says, grabbing your bag and keys as you hand them to him. "So you haven't experienced good sex in a while," he concludes, placing your bag on his chair at the corner of the room.

"I guess," you say, watching him as he turns to look back at you. "Are you comfortable with all this?"

"At first I was nervous, but honestly..." he trails off, scratching the back of his head. "When I saw your ass in those pants, I'm not anymore." You could feel the heat rise on your face. "Are you?"

You shrug. "I don't know honestly."

He hums in response. "What if I just kissed you first? See what happens then?" The nerves were getting to you, but you nod. He walks up to you and stops close enough for you to feel the heat radiate off him. The quiet, reserved boy–man you know as, is now taking control of the situation and you're acting like he normally would around girls. He cups your cheeks and softly kisses your lips. Your eyes flutter to a close as you kiss back with caution. Jungkook, on the other hand, was kissing you as if you were his girlfriend. He started off slow and sweet, but he then removes his hands from your face and grabs your hands. He brings them up and around his shoulder as his go to your waist.

He brushes his tongue along your lips and explores your mouth as his thumbs rub your skin. You shiver as you felt more at ease kissing him, running your fingers through his midnight locks. His hands travel up and under your top, cupping your clothed breast. It seems like Jungkook isn't as reserved as you thought, and probably has a lot of experience having sex with a girl. He pulls back and says, "Thanks for doing this." He grabs the bottom of your shirt and pulls it up and off you. "If you hadn't agreed, I think Tae said he'd call Gray, and he is very much like Taehyung"–he tosses your shirt on the ground, letting you pull his shirt off him–"feisty and likes it rough. I wouldn't have won that round, but I'm meeting with Gray next week." He puts his hands on your waist and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around him. "I like it rough from time to time."

He walks over to his bed and gently lays you down. His lips are back on yours as his hands go for your pant button. When the button was off you lifted your waist and let him pull them off. You arch your back to let him remove your bra as well, leaving you almost completely naked. 

Jungkook kisses his way down your jawline, neck and chest until he reaches a breast. You close your eyes enjoying the feeling of his lips kissing your breast before they find your nipple. His tongue brushes along the nipple while his other hand plays with your other boob. He sucks and bites, pulling back just enough for you to feel very little pain before letting go to play with the other.

You run your hand through his hair, pulling it a little rough and moaning when he bit you a little too hard. He kisses your tender breast and then makes his up back to your lips. He mumbles an apology against your lips as he kisses you, his fingers leaving a hot trail down your stomach towards your lower region. His two fingers brush along your panties and push in at your bud. You breathe deeply in as he forms small circular motions. You could feel yourself getting wet as you opened your legs wider for him.

You break the kiss turning your head away as you let out a moan. Jungkook kisses your neck, his fingers no longer on your bud but now moving under your cloth to touch you with nothing in the way. He runs along your slit earning another shiver from you. Working his magic with his fingers Jungkook brushes his tongue along your neck and then bites your skin lightly. You moan a bit louder as he enters two fingers inside you, taking his time as he works in and out.

“Jungkook,” you moan, your lips finding his again as you moan into his mouth. Swiveling your hips to his motion, Jungkook noticed your desperate need and picked up the pace. The kiss breaks as he sits up on his knees. He keeps his fingers in you as he uses his other hand to push your panties down and off. You lifted your hips to give him better ease before your body jerks as he finds your spot. “Ah–right there,” you struggle to say, closing your eyes and clutching the sheets.

You could feel the build up, but it’s slow and makes you want to feel him inside you already. It’s as if he’s taking his time to just let you have a moment, but it’s slow and tease-like. That’s something you would never think Jungkook would do. From all the years you’ve known him, Jungkook always seemed like the kind of person who gives. He never takes. You gasp and arch your back when you feel his mouth on your bud. He laps his tongue, flicks and sucks on your clit with such precision and ease it felt like he’s been doing this all his life. You’ve never felt this much pressure build in such a short amount of time.

“I’m close,” you say harshly, chest heaving and sweat dripping as Jungkook picks up his pace with his fingers and sucks as if he’s sucking on an ice pop. “Oh my–Jungkook.” The pressure is too much to handle by now, and you’re ready to explode with sheer ecstasy. “Fuck–Jungkook.” You repeat his name like a mantra as you release your orgasm, body trembling and breath caught in your throat as he continues until you stop shaking. You gasp for air and blink away the stars as Jungkook pulls out his fingers and removes his lips from your sensitive clit.

He stares down at you. “Wow, you’re sweating,” he comments, wiping his chin.

“How long have you been doing this? That’s the best experience I’ve had in such a long time.”

He chuckles, “Practice,‌ Y/N. It’s not with a lot of women, but the same group of women I’ve been with for a while.”

You slowly sit up. “Well I have to repay you. My body needs a minute before we get to the main part of all this.”‌ You move to the side of the bed and pat the middle. “Lie down.”‌ Jungkook does as he’s told and lies on his back next to you. Moving yourself between his legs, you lean forward and kiss him softly. Biting his lower lip, your hands drift down his toned stomach, feeling every inch you could. He shivers at your touch. “How often do you get attention?” you whisper, hands reaching his pants.

“Every so often,” he sighs as you unbutton his jeans.

You smile as you pull the zipper down. “Well now it’s time to show my appreciation and how you should be treated.” Leaning back you pull his pants and boxers down and off. When you saw him naked all those months ago, you didn’t get that chance to just *look at him. Now you’re going to take advantage of seeing his sculpture shaped body before you get to feel him. With all his working out, his six pack is there without him even having to flex. His hips–like everyone said, was small which made his torso look bigger. With your eyes drifting down you gulped at the sight of his penis. It was actually bigger than any dick you’ve ever had inside you. It was already erect and begging you to ride it.

Without much thought you lean down and take his shaft in your hand. Licking the tip Jungkook hisses and flinches. You’ve never heard or seen him look vulnerable in front of you, and now you’re the reason he’s shutting his eyes and panting at just a simple lick. You wonder what he would be like when you actually *suck. Taking the tip into your mouth you lightly suck, tasting the pre cum that coated the tip of your tongue. Jungkook’s simple moan urged you to go deeper and with each moan and gasp you went further until you couldn’t take any more of him. Hollowing out your cheeks you go back up until you’ve reached the tip once again; then you go back down and swirl your tongue around his shaft.

“Oh shit,” he gasps, his hands going to your hair but let’s go. As if he’s unsure what he should be doing. You grab his hand that lies next to him and put it back at the top of your head and meet his hazy gaze. “Let me know if it hurts,” he rasps, grabbing all the loose hair and grips it tight as he guides you slowly. His breath hitches as he brings you down but halfway–less than what you pushed yourself to take in. “Ah,”‌ he gasps, “you feel so good.”‌ You’re pushed back up and then further down than before. Jungkook was losing himself because of you and you absolutely loved it. Although he was the one guiding you, you couldn’t help but go down faster than he was guiding and you went *further than earlier. Your eyes watered and you gagged but you continued to go deeper until there was nothing left to take in, and it was all because of his moans and pleas. With one hand you reach beneath you and cup his balls. You fondled with them as you picked up the pace until he was no longer in charge but you were and you were causing him so much pleasure his words no longer made sense. “Fuck okay,” he manages to get out as you finally pull back with a popping sound. You meet eyes with him as he gasps. “I can’t wait any longer.”‌

You smile in delight as you crawl forward and straddle him. Watching him as you grab his shaft, bring it closer to your dripping warmth and slowly go down as he fills you up, his face contorts in pure pleasure as you let out a moan. He places his hands on your hips as you come to a stop and sit for a moment. Seeing him and all that you can do to him was just magical.

“You’re warm,” he tells you, gripping your hips as you lift yourself. “Fuck.”

Placing your hands on his stomach you begin your rhythm at a slow place, swiveling your hips every now and then. The way he filled you in all the right places, he was quickly filling up your need for another high again. You bounce at a faster and hard pace as the sounds of your moans and skin slapping fill the room and maybe the neighbor’s as well. His hands make its way up to trace the curve of your body, the outline of your breasts before they’re at the back of your neck and pull you down towards him. The two of you kiss as Jungkook takes control and thrusts up into you. You’re moaning into his mouth as he goes at a quick speed that forced you to put your hands on the bars to keep still. Jungkook curses as he spins the two of you around in one swift movement with him on top.

“I need to be deeper,”‌ he grunts, putting your legs over his shoulders as he thrusts into you harder. He breathes out, “Fuck you’re tight. How long has it been?”‌ No words left your mouth but the moans that were loud and desperate to reach your orgasm. “What about squirting?” Removing your legs from off his shoulders, he pushes one leg open wider and uses his other hand to create quick circular motions on your clit. You yell out his name and grab his arm, but he doesn’t stop. He ignores your cries as he continues his hip and hand movements until you’re screaming out his name and explode into an orgasm as the stars invade your sight.

His hand is no longer on your clit and leg as he places them on either side of you, leaning forward to kiss you as he finishes off his ride and reaches his own high. You cup his cheeks and kiss him as you whimper from every movement. He finally comes to a stop, breathing heavily against your lips as you do the same.

“That was amazing,” you tell him, breath hitching as he pulls out. “If this is your version of vanilla sex I need more of it.”‌

Jungkook chuckles as he kisses you one last time before moving to the side of you. “My point of vanilla is to feel that connection and to just want to give your partner more than you’re receiving.”

You nod removing strands of your hair away from your sweaty face. “I get it. Seeing you look desperate was *everything.”‌ Jungkook can only laugh.

After a slow and wobbly change, you leave Jungkook’s room and head towards the living room. Taehyung sat on the couch lazily clicking through the channels until he saw you enter. He grins. “Sounds like you were having the time of your life,” he teases, the television no longer of interest.

“You heard?” you ask, shocked that he was here when you were still having sex with Jungkook.

“Only the last minute of it. You’re a screamer.”

“That’s what I aim to win, Taehyung.”‌ Jungkook disclosed, standing next to you.

“Guess we’ll see tomorrow.” Taehyung shrugs, giving you a wink.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ DID YOU CANCEL YOUR PLANS FOR ME? ❜

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✨ REQUEST by @rocketqueen: hey Aurora! first of all: i love your blog. I guess you know that by that point cause i’m always here, but i’d like to say it again just for you to be sure of the amazing blog you have. And I’d like to do a request from January. The prompt is number 15 “Do you cancel your plans for me?” (it’s the fluff prompt list) with Angel Reyes, please! Thank you 💘

Gif credit: to the awesome @angels-reyes.

WORDS: about 1k.

❚❙ A/N: first of all, thanks for requesting. You don't know how happy you make me every time I see you in my notifications and I'm glad that you enjoy my blog this much, I really appreciate it. I'm sorry it took me so long and I know this should be part of ‘January of Prompts’, but I decided to take it as another request due it has been impossible for me to write this challenge. Concretely, this work is the first I write for Mayans after two months of suffering a writer's block, so I hope with all my heart that you all really enjoy it. As always, thank you for all the support you show me every day.

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You haven't ever cared about your friends' opinion. You haven't ever cared about what they used to say about Angel, about his man-reputation, nor about the fearsome Mayans. You know him ever since, you know how he behaves, how he acts, his red flags, his unconscious tics when he is nervous or happy or hurt. You know him better than yourself. That's why you haven't cared either about your friend making you choose between them or he, thinking you would choose them. They were wrong. Unlike your inner circle, Angel has never said a single bad word about them. He has always protected you, taken care of you, given you the best advice, motivated you to continue studying Medicine, and helped you to chase your dreams.

Tonight you were supposed to spend it with your friends and family, but you know you wouldn't have any fun hearing all of them criticize each other under sarcasm and fake laughs. Stabbing their backs and pretending it's okay, it's something normal in society nowadays. And there you are, hands within your pockets, crossing the junkyard alley straight to the clubhouse. Soon, the latin music fills your surroundings starting to sound louder as you reach the epicenter of the party. The night Angel becomes a full member.

He didn't ask you to come, even if there wasn't he desired the most than being with you. He knew about your plans and he didn't have the right to put you into a corner. He said you could celebrate the next day. What Angel didn't know is you had your preferences clear and a decision was taken. With a smile from ear to ear, your gazes find the other. He's sitting close to the bonfire with his brothers and some of Vicki's girls trying to catch his attention, drinking and pretending he is having a good time. But the gesture on his face changes completely at the moment he realizes that you are really there. It's not a vision, it's not a dream, it's not alcohol intake.

Cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand after a sip from his beer, he leaves it on the ground standing up from his chair. Even if the talks continue around the two of you, you have earned every single pair of eyes there, following the new brand member walking towards you.

“Shouldn' yo—”.

“Maybe”. You interrupt him, shrugging your shoulders and stopping your feet some inches away from him.

“Did you… cancel your plans for me?” Angel asks, trying to hide a funny and triumphal smirk while tangling his hands on his abdomen.

“Maybe”. You repeat licking your incisors to gulp a giggle.

“Your family must be… very disappointed”.

“You are my family, Angel”.

The fleeting shine that crosses his black orbs gives you shivers. The way he has to lick and bite his bottom lip lets you know he is somewhat nervous after hearing it. You're more than aware that he has strong feelings for you. Real ones. You aren't a game for him. You aren't a possible one nightstand. Seeing you there, hearing you say those words get his heart racing at the edge of collapsing.

Angel doesn't hesitate to rest a hand on your cheek to place a warm kiss on the other. His lips are trembling, just like his fingers, and you can swear that it's the sweetest thing you have ever experienced. You can't help but close your eyes when you feel his mouth coming a little closer to yours with short and clumsy kisses, feeling the fear on him of you pushing him away in the last second. But you can't move.

When his lips find yours, fireworks explode inside your belly. The Big Bang happens around you. The time stop. His breathing gives you goosebumps and his tongue parting your lips to play with yours gives you shivers. You haven't ever felt this good, as if you had the world in your hands as if nothing were impossible. That's what Angel provokes in you. Sensations and emotions that you can't explain, but the kind of ones that made you and made him addicted to each other.

“Ain't nothing without you”. He whispers too slowly, dragging every syllable through his tongue, not being able to open his eyes yet. “You're the air tha' keeps me afloat”.

“Angel…”

“No, listen… I'd never do anything to hurt you, you know it, right? Despite… wha' people think, I can make it work. You and I. The club, a life together”. His lips brush yours so soft that it's making your legs tremble, having to tangle your fingers in his kutte. “I've always wanted you, I've always loved you even when I couldn't love myself, 'cause you have done it fo' me”.

“It will work, Angel. I know it. We'll make it work”. You cheer him up, feeling how the smile on his lips becomes a little bigger. “I adore you... You're a blessing to my life, mi angelito. I wouldn't rather be in another part of the world than by your side”.

As soon as his strong bare arms wrap your mid back while a purr escapes his throat, you break into giggles putting your hands on his nape. Angel embraces you as much tight as he can, practically melting into one figure for a couple of seconds. He's a true angel from heaven, but his hugs are warm like hell.

“Are you gonna show me your new patches, ah?” You are very curious and interested when he pulls himself away to hold your hands, noticing them on his flaps.

He nods his head with a proud grimace, pointing at them and the absence of the prospect one, before turning around to show you the bigger one. Mayans MC insignia. Colorful and clean. You can't help but trace it with your fingertips.

“You like it?”

“Pretty much. Looks good on you”.

“Everything looks good on me, baby”. Clicking his tongue and raising his eyebrows, Angel faces you again to start to walk backwards to his brothers.

You roll your eyes inevitably, letting him guide you to be greeted by his new family. A family you are now part of.

[random-tinies]

Crowza - 1

I’ve had this AU idea sitting in my brain for a while and I’m going to turn it into a full-on fanfiction series. I’ll be tagging it as Crowza AU Here is Chapter 1 💙 No trigger warnings for this one. ^^ just good fluff. ft. Mumza as Lady Death, 1.6k words

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There truly is no proper comparison to flying. Sure you can describe the feeling, you can say it's like swimming in freedom, but it will never compare to actually flying.

Philza thinks about this as he soars through the air, wind blowing through his primary feathers. Occasionally he flaps, defying the gravity that tries to pull him back down to earth. He takes a breath of fresh air, relishing the way it chills his lungs. If it weren't for his cloak and his feathers, he would be quite cold this high above the ground. Especially in early spring.

Although it's early April, occasional drifts of snow still dot the landscape below him as the birdman flies north for the summer. Twice a year, he makes this migration, and although it may be warmer in the southern areas, Phil enjoys the northern pine forest he calls his summer home. It's special to him for three reasons.

Kristin, his home, and his boys.

First things first, however. He needs to stop by his cache and see if it had been raided by squirrels while he was gone. Or if anything fresh is caught in his traps. Nasty buggers, always giving him grief. Troublesome creatures. Phil banks left and dives down towards a thick old oak tree with winding and twisted branches. He lands on one, bird feet gripping with sharp claws, and hops down to where his stash should be.

Near the center of the tree, the branches arch and wind themselves together in such a way that it forms the perfect shelter for someone his size. It had taken him a good century to help the young tree grow in such a way, but it gives him the perfect shelter year after year so every painstaking day of tying young branches was worth it.

Phil looks around to make sure he's not being watched before hopping inside. One can never be too careful when your cache is involved. His wings fold behind him as he walks forward, ducks under a large branch, and enters his storage room. A quick scan confirms that nothing found his home this winter and he relaxes, breathing a sigh of relief and grabbing some squirrel jerky to munch on.

It had been a long flight and he wants nothing more than to just flop on his bed and take a short nap, but he has two homes to visit first. His wings seem to ache in protest but he steps back outside and takes off into the sky once more.

A few strong flaps put him in the air and he soars the short distance it takes to get to his boys' cabin. He can see it from the top of his tree, it is an easy flight. He notices the youngest of the three outside chopping firewood and decides to land on the roof some ways above him. The sky is overcast enough that his silhouette looks just like a rather large crow.

The movement catches the boy's eye and he looks up, putting a gloved hand up to his face to try and shield his eyes from the bright white cloudshine. He squints and yells up at what he assumes is the same bird he's been seeing for years now, "Oi! Good to see you! Took your sweet time this year!"

Phil shuffles his wings and scoffs quietly. He's right on time. He always shows up to his Lady's forest on the same day every year. He watches his boy fondly as he continues to talk to himself, quieter now as he hefts the axe to chop another log in half. "Y'know, Wilbur thinks you're a crow but I think you're too big to be a crow. Plus I don't think crows can live as long as you have."

Phil sits down on the peak of the roof, legs still under him in case he needs a speedy escape. He listens to the peaceful sounds of a quiet life. A cold chill on the breeze, shadows crossing the ground as clouds moved through the sky, the occasional birdsong reaching their ears, the thunk of the axe as it chops through the wood.

The door to the cabin opens and Phil tenses, ready to fly off if attention is directed to him. He’s a little close to it and it could be a risk if whoever steps out decides to look up at him. While he loves these boys, if they find out he isn’t a crow then he’d never be able to return and watch them again.

A tall brunette steps out and calls to the blonde, “Hey, Tommy, when you’re done out here, could you come inside? Techno got a letter and we need to discuss it together, as a family.”

Tommy nods and sets down the axe. He nods towards the roof. “Hey, Wilbur, your crow friend is back. Silent as always.”

Whelp! Time to get out of there! Phil immediately takes off, flapping hard and flying over the boys’ heads. His silhouette is even harder to recognize as anything other than a crow as he soared away. Wilbur says, “Oh yeah, there it is, just like every year. You reckon he likes us?”

Whatever Tommy replies, Phil doesn’t hear it. He’s too far away, heading towards where Kristin lives in the forest. The landscape below him becomes denser and darker, the pines twisting and behaving oddly. Branches bend lower and often twist together. Crow caws are more frequent and a few join him as he flies towards his destination.

“Dadza!”

“Philza! It’s been so long!”

“Return of Dadza! Dadza! We missed you!”

Phil chuckles, striking up casual conversation with them, telling them stories of his travels. He does this every year when he returns from migration. Some of the murder follow him south during the winter but let him visit his boys alone. They prefer to stay with their lady, and Phil doesn’t blame them. He’d stay with her all the time if he was allowed.

At last they reach Kristin’s home. The murder descends and a few part ways to fly in through the open window. Phil smiles as he lands on a doormat that reads “On Death’s Door” and chuckles at the inside joke as he uses the tiny knocker built at the bottom just for him. The door opens and the most beautiful woman in all of history looks down at him with a fond smile. “And who would this be, knocking at my door?”

She wears a long black dress that graces her curves breathtakingly. Dark brown hair flows off her shoulders like a waterfall of shadows. Her voice is like the sound of windchimes in a gentle breeze, enveloping Phil in its peace. Even if his feet are rooted to the ground, his heart soars with joy. She is his everything and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Phil takes his hat off and bows to her, wings spread. When he looks up, she leans down and extends a hand towards him to step up onto. “You know I’d never miss an opportunity to have a brush with Death.”

His grin widens as she gives him a withering look. “You’ve said the same joke for the last five decades.”

“And you’ve said the same response for the last four decades.”

He laughs and balances himself as she lifts her hand. He bows his head as she presses a kiss to the top of his head, blush dusting his cheeks. The kiss of Death, if you will. Even if they’ve been together for forever, he’ll never get over these little moments. Coming back from his winter migration is his favorite part of the year.

Phil’s feathers ruffle and he places his hat back on his head. Nobody can make him feel as light as she can. She strokes his feathers and asks him about his flight, letting him perch on her hand. He tells her about the herd of deer he passed who had two fawns among them and the pack of wolves he heard while roosting one night.

She listens attentively to his words and pours him a small cup of tea. Phil could never express his love for her in the right way but he knows she understands. Their mob settles around them and drinks in every word, occasionally adding their own and squabbling amongst themselves. This is his family as much as his boys in their cabin are. He feels peace, drinking the bittersweet tea in his tiny cup. 

A younger crow hops up and leans against Phil and preens his wings.

“Mumza! Mumza and Dadza!”

“Puppies! We love to see it!”

“Can we go visit them? I want to hear them!”

“Shiny ring… Phil, what about your boys?”

Phil hums and Kristin snaps her fingers. “I almost forgot! I meant to warn you, but the air is different this year. I’m not quite sure what’s going on, but I’ve felt more death in these areas than before. A few of my crows have gone missing.” She pets down his back, smoothing his feathers. “Be careful. I don’t want you to be among them, okay?”

He gives her his best reassuring smile and says, “You know me, Kristin. I never let anything happen to me. How many years have I managed to escape death?”

She chuckles. “Many times, though there have been some close calls. Just watch out. There are fates worse than death, my love.”

He bows his head. “Of course, my lady. I’ll keep an eye out.”

The rest of the night goes smoothly. New crows that followed Phil there introduce themselves to Lady Death and join their flock. By the time the fire in the fireplace dies down, the two are fast asleep in her bed, snuggled together and dreaming of a happy future.

[inarizakibabe]

Beginning

After weeks of testing and studying hard you finally made it into class four. Now time to make friends with your classmates and shoot up the ranks into popularity. Swallowing your nervousness you approached a group of people to introduce yourself.

"Good morning. I'm (l/n)(f/n) it's nice to meet you all." you gave them the biggest smile you could muster.

The group acknowledged your presence then continued their previous conversation ignoring you. After a few minutes you decided they'd be a lost cause and moved onto a different group. After successfully managing to make no friends you cut your losses and took a seat.

"Well that went well." a voice beside you said.

"Oh shut up. I don't see you trying to make friends." you replied irritated.

"Nah too much work. I have a team full of people to tolerate already."

"Wait why are you even here?" you asked the boy beside you.

"Rude. This is my class if you must know." he said annoyed.

"Hold on. You? Suna Rintaro? Class four? Is the world ending?" you asked apprehensively.

Suna grunted and ignored you. Slowly a smirk formed on your face, "Your mom threatened to come see you again didn't she?"

"You're in my business princess. Don't do that." Suna booped your nose.

You stuck your tongue out at him right as the teacher walked in to start homeroom.

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Half the day and three periods later it was that weird period right before lunch and Suna's attention span couldn't keep up any longer. At this point you were taking notes for Suna to steal later when he could be bothered to write them down. The clock on the wall showed there were five minutes left until lunch so you decided to zone out.

Your thoughts ranged from getting homework on the first day of school to what you might be having for dinner tonight. Eventually they strayed to the boy napping beside you. You two had been friends for a long time. You met your second year of elementary school when Suna thought it would be funny to see how hard he could tug on your pigtail. After filling his shoes with sand you two became inseparable. Years later in your last year of junior high Suna was scouted by the coach of the Inarizaki High volleyball boys club in Hyogo. It was a great opportunity for him but it meant you guys would be separated. Unfortunately the club you joined didn't have a way for you to be recruited and even though your grades were good they weren't good enough for your parents to pack up and move all the way to Hyogo.

For your entire last year of junior high you mentally prepared to say goodbye to Suna until your mom's job decided to transfer her to Hyogo. Eventually your family moved to Hyogo, with a promise to the Sunas to take care of their eldest son, and thus your high school story began only it's not going the way you hoped. Suna was still your only friend and it seemed all your classmates knew each other since junior high leaving no room for you to shoot through the ranks. The bell rang interrupting your thoughts and your teacher dismissed your class to lunch.

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After a boring lunch period your next class felt like it dragged on. So far your dream to take over high school seemed more and more impossible to achieve. Maybe if you joined the right club some magic might just happen. The big question now was which club would you join. You were a woman of many talents but none great enough to make you the star of a club. Cooking club would give you the chance to perfect your recipes but cooking wasn't something you enjoyed to do. Maybe one of the sports clubs? Definitely not. Was there anything else to do?

Before long the school day ended and it was time to either head to your club's first meeting or go home. You turned to ask Suna if he wanted to stop at the convenience store before going home until you saw him loosening his tie. Right the volleyball club had its first meeting today so you'd have to go home alone today.

"Don't look so disappointed. I'll save all my homework for you to do." Suna said looking at you.

"Whatever Rintaro! What do I have to be disappointed about?!" you huffed and picked up your bag to leave.

"Don't get lost on the way home." Suna chuckled and watched you leave before leaving for the gym.

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"Stupid Rin. I got lost one time. And what the hell would I be disappointed about? If anything he should be disappointed he won't have company to walk home with later today. I should go to bed before he gets home too." You grumbled while trying to find the school's gate. "Maybe it's in the other direction. Man this school is huge."

Up ahead you saw a guy with brown hair going in the opposite direction. Maybe he knows the way out of this school.

"Excuse me? Do you know which way the gate is?"

The boy stopped and at looked at you funny. "Keep going straight and you'll see it."

"Thank you." you bowed and continued going in the direction he told you. After taking ten steps you stopped and gaped at who was in front of you. The exact same guy was walking towards you again. You looked behind you quickly but the guy from before had disappeared already. Was it a daydream or did you finally lose it?

"Something wrong?" The guy stopped in front of you. "Are you lost or something?"

"I'm sorry but didn't you just tell me how to find the gate less than a minute ago?" you asked.

The guy in front of you looked confused until a look of understanding crossed his face. "I doubt it was me but keep going straight and you'll find the gate."

You thanked the guy once again at least you think it's the second time and finally made it to the gate to leave for the day.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The next day in class you remembered the run in you had after school the previous day and turned to ask Suna about it.

"Hey Rin this may sound crazy but I got directions from the guy twice yesterday."

Suna pouted trying to figure out what you were talking about. "You asked the guy to repeat himself?"

"No he helped me then I walked away and all of a sudden he was in front of me again and gave me directions again." you explained.

"So he chased you? Wow the year just began and you already got a guy to fall for you. Nice work (y/n)-chan. What do you plan to do with this new found information?" Suna asked with amusement in his voice.

"You are the worst human to walk this planet I swear. I'm serious. Maybe I accidentally walked in on someone's prank or something. I hope it wasn't recorded." you huffed.

Suna shrugged and checked his phone for new notifications, "Who knows. Maybe that was your ticket to popularity you were looking for. Did you pick a club yet or are you gonna let our homeroom teacher do that?"

"I don't wanna think about clubs right now. I can't think of one I wanna join. Help me find one. Please?" you put on your best puppy eyes and begged. Maybe for once he'll take mercy on you.

"Why should I? Just join the music club. You did it in Jr. high. I'm sure you can survive three more years." Suna said not looking at you.

"I would prefer if I didn't have to go through all of that again. I expected music club to be about music not how much spit I could clean out of a tuba." you shuddered remembering the unspeakable things you went through in music club.

"Don't do this to me (n/n). The stories were the highlight of my day. You gotta do it again for the fate of mankind." Suna gave you the saddest look he could produce before he laughed at how ridiculous he thought he looked. "Anime joke. I don't know what to tell you princess. I haven't picked a club since we left elementary. Why don't you see if one of the sports clubs needs a manager."

"Rin you're a genius! Does the volleyball club need a manger? I promise I won't screw up."

Suna stared at you with a deadpan expression and sighed. "Remember when I went to visit family one summer break and asked you to watch Bubbles? I came back and we all attended a fishy funeral that same day. Or when I asked you to pick up Asami because I couldn't and I came home to my parents yelling at me because she called them crying cause nii-san forgot her? I could go on but I think you get the picture. I don't trust your promises anymore."

"Yeah but Bubbles was a special case. Who knew he'd eat until he burst if I put all the food in the tank? He was suppose to eat it little by little. And I apologized to you and your that entire year and you guys forgave me. Bottom line is I was young and dumb, now I'm a high school student and I've learned a lot in my fifteen years of life. Just talk to the coach and see what he says. I could probably really help you guys."

Suna sighed for the umpteenth time and ran a hand through his bangs. "It's not really the coaches I'm worried about. I met some of our upperclassmen and some of the third years are kinda intense."

You frowned at his tone and tried to think of what they could've done to him. "i'm sure they're not as bad as you're making them sound. Maybe you need to look at them from a different angle."

"I doubt it. There were two first years that made me question my sanity. If they weren't fighting they played really well together. There was one other first year that could already do jump serves. The entire team is pretty good. Looks like it's gonna be an interesting year for volleyball. I hope I get to play in some official matches." As the last sentence left his lips Suna's eyes widened and he turned to look at you so quickly you almost thought he'd get whiplash. "You didn't hear that."

"Oh that's what the problem is. I'm sure you'll get to play in some matches and if you don't then there's no way the team is going to nationals." you smiled at him.

Before Suna could respond the bell rang signaling lunch was finished.

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At the end of the day you followed Suna to the gym.

"Remember it's not a guarantee. We don't have a manager and Coach Oomi does what you would do." Suna reminded you when you were almost at the gym. "Talk to coach Kurosu he's the head coach and old enough to be our father so if you ware him down enough you might just get the position."

"Alright. I can definitely do this." You sounded more confident than you felt but there was no turning back now.

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Hello sorry it took so long for this part to be uploaded but it's here now. Hopefully you enjoyed this and the next chapter comes out sooner than this one did. Until then don't hesitate to let me know what you think or if you just wanna say hi I don't bite I promise.

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Henlo!!! Just wanted to request MC getting surprised by the demon bros in the human realm! The bros miss MC a lot so they just surprise them and hang out for a bit :) it can be HCs! Thank you and I love ya work ❤️

Henlo!! Get ready for some fluff, my dudes.

I don’t know why, but this seemed better as short little headcanons as opposed to my usual scenarios.

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Lucifer

- He had expressly forbade any of his brothers from going up to the human world, because “they needed time to readjust.”

- But apparently Pridey McPrideface is exempt from his own rules.

- He does his research. If the human still lives with their parents or has roommates, he picks a night when they are home alone.This night is reserved for the two of them, and he will eviscerate anyone who gets in the way.

- Honestly, he wants to do some sort of grand entrance, but in the end, he simply knocks on the door.

- “Hello, my dear,” he takes their hand and kisses their knuckles. “I’ve missed you.”

- “Lucifer!” they tackle him with a hug strong enough to knock over a lesser demon. In his peripheral, Lucifer sees a neighbor stick their head out of the door and look around with a confused look.

- “You have nosy neighbors, I see.”

“Well, I mean, I did just scream ‘Lucifer...’”

“Perhaps we should go inside before someone calls a priest?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

- The two of them spend the night in their living room, just talking. They ask if he wants to go out somewhere, but he declines.

“This is the most relaxed I’ve been in centuries. I’m perfectly satisfied with staying in with you.”

- He hadn’t intended to stay the night, but it was near impossible to resist the offer. And that would end up being his downfall.

- He had forgotten about that stupid game that his brothers and the human liked to play, where they got pictures of each other sleeping. And, just as he couldn’t resist the temptation to spend the night with them, they couldn’t resist the temptation to steal a picture while he slept.

- When he arrived back at the House of Lamentation, all six of his brothers were waiting for him in the entrance hall.

- “So, where ya been, Luci?” Mammon sneered. “Ya couldn’t have possibly snuck off to visit the human after makin’ damn sure you told us not to do that, now could ya?”

“It’s not like our dear eldest brother to do something so hypocritical.” Satan said coolly, regarding Lucifer with a raised eyebrow.

“...I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.” Lucifer huffed.

“’Hey guys! How many points is a sleeping Lucifer worth?’” Levi turned his phone around to show Lucifer a picture of his own sleeping face, with the human’s laughing eyes just poking out from the bottom corner.

“...Oh.”

He wasn’t living this one down for a while.

Mammon

- This sneaky little bastard straight up just climbs into their room in the middle of the night.

- You know, like he DIDN’T live in a completely different realm.

- The human damn near punches him in the face when he wakes them up.

- “Mammon, what the actual fuck are you doing?”

“Visiting, what’s it look like?”

“To my neighbors, probably breaking and entering.”

- They should kick him out, all they have to do is issue a pact command. But Mammon looks at them with his sad blue eyes and they just can’t bring themself to do it.

- “I got so used to ya...y’know...sleeping next to me.” he shuffled around like a kid waiting to get scolded. “It’s hard to fall asleep when ya ain’t there.”

“Shut up and cuddle with me, you big baby.”

- They stay up stupidly late watching vine compilations and talking until they straight up just pass out against each other. They stay like that for the rest of the night.

- And by rest of the night I mean until freaking noon the next day. And the only reason they wake up then is because Lucifer is blowing up Mammon’s phone.

- “Mammon, where are you?”

“If you’re out clubbing, be back at a reasonable hour. If you’re out scheming, don’t come back until you have something to show for it.”

“You better not have passed out in a gutter somewhere. We have a reputation to uphold, you know.”

“Mammon, please tell me you didn’t directly disobey an order and go visit the Human Realm.”

Four unread voicemails.

“Welp, you’re fucked.”

“Thanks, human, love you too.”

Leviathan:

- Social anxiety is a bitch and a half, so he just asks if he can come visit.

-Deadass just portals into their living room like “’Sup, I brought games, go get some snacks and get prepared to get rekt.”

- That’s it, that’s the visit.

- They decide to do multiplayer vs some other humans and they wipe the floor with them.

- “Eat it, normies, I’M the one playing with a hot person! Have fun in your moms’ basements!”

“Pot meet kettle, Levi.”

“I don’t live in a basement, though!”

“Fair point. Boom, headshot!”

- Levi manages to sleep over without repercussions solely because nobody is surprised if he doesn’t show up somewhere.

Satan

- Makes direct eye contact with Lucifer as he leaves the House of Lamentation and goes “Don’t wait up.”

-Times his surprise visit so he’s made himself comfortable with a book and a cup of coffee when they get home.

- They brought a friend over to study or whatever. The human sees him in the middle of the living room and just screeches “Satan, what the fuck?”

-The friend is like “Aight imma head out.” And like goes into witness protection.

- Satan comes bearing gifts of the newest installments of Devildom book series’ and a recording of the episodes of the crime dramas that they need to catch up on.

- They pause between each episode to talk theories even though Satan already knows what happens. Both of them feel proud of the human when they figure it out.

- Mammon texts Satan in the middle of the night in absolute terror.

Mammon: Satan you get your ass back to the Devildom right now!

Satan: Why?

Mammon: Because Lucifer is about to rip a hole through the dimensions to drag you back here!

Satan: That sounds like a Lucifer problem.

Mammon: It’s about to be a Three Realms problem!

- Read 2:09 AM

Asmodeus

- He just tells Lucifer he’s going to visit Solomon.

- And makes sure to tell him that if Lucifer decides to interrupt him, he will gladly let him listen to all of the naughty things they’re going to be doing.

- And Lucifer just straight up doesn’t want to deal with his shit so he lets it go.

- The human comes home to see Asmo stretched out on their bed scrolling through Devilgram.

- “Ugh, finally! You took forever!”

“Asmo? What are you doing here?”

“Well, I was planning on seducing you, but I absolutely refuse to have sex on a bed that moans louder than I do.”

- They go on a cute little cafe date and Asmo insists on going to all of the high-end fashion stores.

- “Devildom fashion trends always seem a few decades behind the human world. Honestly, it wasn’t until about five years ago that I could find a skirt above my knees! You would think a Realm full of sin and vice would be a little more up-to-date with provocative attire.”

- FASHION. SHOW.

-They spend an absurd amount of time trying on tacky jewelry and roasting it via Snapchat. Like, the employee showed up on Asmo’s story as they were kicking them out.

- They buy a bottle of liquor on their way back to the human’s place, get absolutely smashed and, depending on your preference, either have the giggliest sex ever or watch stupid beauty hack videos. Maybe both. Actually, definitely both.

- The next morning, Asmo does an Inter-dimensional Walk of Shame and no one is surprised.

Beelzebub

- Was going to lie about where he was going but felt guilty about it.

- So he just didn’t tell anyone.

-Knocks on the human’s door and immediately gives them the biggest bear hug.

- “I missed you, so I came to visit. That’s okay, right?”

- Beel wants to go out to eat, but the human flat out says no because they can’t afford to wine and dine the Avatar of Gluttony.

- They compromise by buying a crapton of snacks at the grocery store.

- Cashier: Must be a big party you’re having.

Human, grabbing a family size bag of chips out of Beel’s hand without even turning to look at him: Yup.

- They make themselves a blanket fort in their living room, watching movies and eating way too many snacks. Beel asks them questions about their family and their life up there. If the human has photos, he wants to see all of them.

-The human falls asleep mid-movie, slumping against his shoulder. Beel picks them up and tucks them into bed, planning on leaving to let them rest before they sleepily ask him to spend the night.

Belphegor

- Convinces Mammon to cover for him.

- Does this by going “Please, Big Brother?” and Mammon caves almost immediately.

- Pops into the human’s bedroom in the early hours of the morning and wiggles into bed with them.

- “Why am I not surprised?”

“Missed you too.”

- Human just accepts the snuggles and goes back to sleep. Belphie makes sure they have good dreams.

- If they have work or school, Belphie convinces them to call in sick and spend the day with him.

- Lots of naps and sleepy kisses. The chillest day ever.

- The human feels so relaxed that they almost convince Belphie to stay another night, and Belphie almost agrees.

- But Mammon’s ability to bullshit will only last so long, and Belphie knows he needs to go back before someone notices that his “afternoon nap” was going on 14 hours.

- “Come see me in my dreams, okay?”

[theymetinargentina]

All the Stars | H.S. Imagine

Comments and requests are always welcomed:)

Masterlist

Summary: domestic Harry, husband!Harry, all that jazz

Warnings: Smut

Word count: 1.8k

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Moonlight continued to cascade on his back. He had a concentrated look on his face as he tried to get the thing i begged for to work. “I can’t get this fuckin’ thing to work.” he scroffed.

“Harry you have to twist it,” I said while looking over the manual.

“I only do this for you my darlin’,” he peered back at me and gave me the cheekiest grin.

“I know you’re only saying that to get in my pants,” I rolled my eyes

“Absolutely not,” he sounded genuinely hurt, “Plus I wouldn’t even need to do that.” he grinned.

“Is that so?” I raised my eyebrow and chuckled.

“You’d come crawling on your knees for my baby.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, hurry and finish I want to see.” I stood up and walked to where Harry continued to work at the telescope.

He stepped back, “It looks like it should work,” yet he sounded unsure.

“Alright I trust you, now shoo.”

“Hey! I built the bloody thing, I would also like to see ‘all the stars’,” he teased with a grin. I merely scoffed at him and peered through the lens, letting out a small gasp.

“It looks beautiful Harry,” I exclaimed.

I moved to allow him a glimpse of the night sky.

“Fuckin’ hell, you can see everything,” he squited and hunched over the telescope while I hugged him from behind.

“We should get inside and get the table set for dinner.” I say into his back.

A few friends were coming over to celebrate a recent promotion I had gotten at work. Harry was estatic and insisted we have a celebration. Which meant we now had to finish cooking and get ready for guests. Something Harry wasn’t particularly fond of when having guest over.

“Just a minute, I wanna stay outside with you for a bit.” He hums. It was dark and there was a slight nip to the air but our warmth combined was enough for us.

He turned around and returned the hug. His warmth enveloping me whole. My check to his chest, I could hear and feel his heart beating. Even after all this years, through every argument, I can’t believe the amount of love I have for this man. Everything he does amazes me, the kindness and gentleness he has never stops surprising me. I truly don’t think he understands how big of a gift he is the world. How in awe we- his family, friends and even fans- constantly are of him. I don’t think he realizes how many people he has, and continues, to save. The fact that he does it all without asking anything in return for himself, somehow makes him so much admirable. ———————————————————— “I’ll take the plate, don’t worry about it,” I say as I grab his plate and take it to the sink. Not before he sneaks a slap to my ass.

When I turn to look at him, he has the cheekiest grin ever and giggles like a teenage boy.

I can’t help the smile that makes it’s way onto my face.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he grins, “especially not when you’re wearing a skirt that short.”

“Don’t slut shame me, you asshole,” I snap back playfully

“Baby I want you to dress slutty in front of me,” he hugs me from behind and slowly push’s his groin into my backside, “it makes my dick rock hard.”

I mhmm in acknowledgment. I decide to tease him back and slowly start to move my hips.

He groans and starts placing sloppy kisses along my neck, “babyyyy, if you keep doing that I’m gonna take you right here.”

“Do it,” I moan when he starts trailing his hand down my stomach.

Just when he’s about to reach the button of my jeans the door bell rings.

“Fuck,” he all but growls.

I laugh, “relax baby we’ll have time later.” I wink as I go to answer the door

“You absolute tease,” I hear him say.

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We’re all three drinks in and it’s clear everyone’s starting to feel it. Harry is telling the story of the renovation we recently had done in the guest room, to which Jeff and Glenne listen to intently.

“Seriously, I’ll give you both the number to the company that did our flooring,” I say to them.

They turn their heads and smile at me, “That would be wonderful, thank you,” glenne says with a grateful smile.

Despite our time together, being around Harry’s friends never fails to make me nervous. I think a part of me is worried if they don’t like me, what Harry would do. Surely he’d pick his best friend and manager over a girl, right? My thoughts are interrupted when my close friend Mae asks Harry a question.

“Renovations in a new house, but no ring?” She has a playful tone and everyone laughs but Harry and I both look at each other slightly panicked.

It’s not that we didn’t want people to know that we had gotten married. But the constant questions and pestering became a drag to deal with. Which is why we choose to instead elope with only our familys knowledge. It was beyond lovely being able to experience the first few months of our marriage without the constant unwanted attention from everyone.

It was a secret between the two of us, something that made our love all the more special.

Harry takes a deep breath and looks over the Mae, “it’ll happen soon, don’t worry,” he grins.

“I’ve told you a thousand times Mae, we’ll go to a courthouse and that’s it,” I smile, knowing this is where we constantly lost everyone in our marriage plans.

Harry and I didn’t want the big wedding everyone dreams of. We were content with signing a paper and vowing to love each other.

“I love you both, but you kill me everytime you remind me,” Mae exclaims with a small smile.

Everyone begins chatting about weddings, in what I assume to be an attempt to change our minds.

After a few more drinks and a long discussion about what our next gathering will be focused on, our guests excuse themselves and leave one by one. ————————————— Up stairs, Harry and I began to get ready for bed. He managed to tuck himself into bed already while I wiped all my makeup off.

“I don’t know if I should keep letting my bread grow?” He wondered out loud.

“Yes!” I agreed a little too loudly, Harry’s facial hair was the source of most of our disagreements. While he preferred to stick to shaven or minimal stubble, I preferred his full grown beard.

He knowingly smirked, “I’ll keep it if it means I get to spend all day with my head between your thighs.”

“You won’t hear me complainin’ “ I mumbled.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you?” He jokingly leaned foward in an attempt to look at me.

I turned off the light and walked toward our bed. Before sit at the end of it.

While crawling, “ I said I won’t complain about you spending all day between my thighs.”

He grinned again, “is that so?”

“Yup.”

I reached my hand under the covers and began to palm him over his sweatpants. He started placing kisses along my neck and jawline. When I gave a rather hard squeeze he groaned and looked at me, “I’m gonna cum in my pants.”

“And we couldn’t possibly have that hmm?”

“Absolutely not, I want to cum in your tight cunt.”

I moaned at his words and pulled him to get out from under the covers. He pushed me onto my back and began grinding his hips on mine. I reached for the bottom of his shirt and lifted it off him. While he broke away I began to strip off my bottoms and top.

He let out a growl when he saw I wasn’t wearing a bra and immediately began sucking on the area around my nipples.

“Harry..” I moaned

“Tell me baby” he replied, “tell me what you want daddy to do?”

“I want daddy to fuck me.” I boldly said

It’s light a switch flipped in Harry and he practically tore off my lace thong.

I  pulled his underwear off and his erection sprung up immediately.

I almost drooled at the sight of his red tip dripping pre cum. I laid back down while slowly pumping him.

He threw his head back and gave the most angelic moan I have ever heard. The sight of Harry completely subbmissive to my hand was quite possibly the biggest turn on.

He wasted in no time and lined himself up, kissing me roughly and slowly easing in.

“Oh fuck...” I threw my head back in pleasure.

No matter how many times we had sex, Harry’s size never failed to surprise me.

“Shit baby you’re so tight,” he bit his lip and began thrusting roughly.

Our pants and skin slapping was the only noise  in the room. A noise that had become a regular occurrence.

“Harder Harry.....fuck..”

“Yeah baby? You like rough? Like it when daddy fucks you with his cock?” He smirked and picked up his pace. He trailed his hand up from my thighs and wrapped them around my throat lightly.

“Mmmm....” was all I managed to get out.

He pressed his body on top of mine and bottomed out making me moan out loudly. I raked my nails down his back, knowing the marks would be there tomorrow.

He placed a kiss below my ear sending a wave of pleasure throughout me.

“Wanna get on top and ride my cock darlin’ ?” He whispered.

I nodded feverishly and pushed him to lay on his back.

I straddled him and grabbed his length lining him up, slowly sinking down. We both dropped our heads and moaned at the feeling of him being balls deep in me.

“Fuck, baby you’re cunt feels so good.”

“Mmm you like it?” I asked

“I fuckin love it.” I began moving my hips back and forth and then bouncing up and down; trying to find a rhythm that would push us over the edge.

My thighs began to burn so I placed my chest on Harry’s and he took that as his signal to do his part. He began thrusting up into me at a merciless pace. ‘Oh fuck’ was the only words I could seemingly get out, while Harry resorted to merely grunting.

I could feel him twitching inside me and knew he was close.

I began kissing all along his jaw and whispered in his ear, “cum in me, Harry, cum in your cunt.” This was all he needed as he bottomed out and groaned loudly.

I felt his thick ropes of cum coat inside of me. This pushed me over the edge, making me twitch on top of Harry and cry out.

I felt him soften but neither of us made any move. Our breaths were slowly going back to normal.

Finally I slowly eased off of him, whimpering at the feeling of being empty.

“Fuck, y/n, what the hell was that?” He chuckled.

“It was thank you, for everything.” I smiled.

“I love you.” “I love you.”

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I loved your Javier preference can you do "You're not alone, I'm here." With Javier? 💞💞

Summary: based off the prompt list I reblogged. Javier is there for the new DEA agent after her first shoot out.

This is short, I'm getting ready to go to bed but wanted to fit a little something in. Enjoy! No use of Y/N.

Warning/content: Fluffy Javier, descriptions of shooting and killing. Reader is a young agent but her and Javi kind of have a thing.

Paring: Javier Peña/Female Reader

Colombia is beautiful, absolutely breath taking between the thick green forests, clear beaches and warm weather it's almost a dream. Family from the states would often stare how jealous they are of her, saying that one should be grateful for an opportunity like this.

But it was lonely.

Let's face it, being new anywhere sucks, the agents who have been here for years had their own clique, friends bonded by time and even blood which left her an unknowing outsider. While the other fellow DEA agents were grouping at a bar trying to forget the demons of the day she found herself alone every single night.

There's something about silence that makes chills creep up the devil's neck, the over thinking it entitles and she's has plenty of time personally witnessing how soul crushing it could be. After particularly rough days, seeing things that make her skin burn she would contemplate resigning, going home to face failure but at least have company again.

Two agents in particular are the only two who would bother talking to her. Agent Murphy and Agent Peña, desks only feet away from her own but she even thinks it's out of pure pity, they're nice men but work too much. Always busy, never around when the office dies and she's faced with the predicament of going home or staying longer at the office to avoid the insecure hours of silence that were bound to come.

"Agent." The words make her snap her head up away from the paper work scattered across the desk, peering into the dark swirls of brown, they match the curling hair at the base of his neck. "You ready to go?"

"Where?" The small dimples that pop through the patches of facial hair are enough to make anyone's knees weak, but luckily she's sitting, just admiring the beautiful man in front of her.

While she did believe it was only out of pity, she might have a teeny, tiny crush on him. How could she help it? Javier was hot headed, a fool with emotions, slept with a too many woman but was compassionate, smart, brave, handsome but most of all called her Hermosa.

She has no idea what it means, her spanish is shit but the way the words roll to perfectly from his tongue, the way his dimples peak smirking after they are muttered literally makes it hard to breath. Much like now, eyebrows raised in a teasing matter, a small chuckle falls from his perfect pout as he leans against the desk. "You didn't listen to a word I said did you?"

"I, um.." Hating the way her cheeks heat up she clears her throat, acting as if there's something stuck that causing the change of color in her face. "Was reading the report.."

"We need to head out to check a tip, meet you outside in ten hermosa." Theres thosd words again, she's completely speechless only nods a validation of understanding. She can't help as her eyes run down the back of his silhouette, a pink shirt stretches over his broad shoulders dipping into the curve of his slim waist then to his jeans that curve so perfectly over his -.

Shaking her head from the thoughts she stands, pulling her jacket over shoulders to joint Javier outside.

Javier is the perfect gentleman, opening the door to the car, asking if the air conditioning setting are okay not only once but twice not wanting her to be uncomfortable. Despite only knowing the man for a few months, and crushing embarrassingly hard, she felt more comfortable in this car then she did at her own home.

It's almost impossible to stop looking at him, one hand on the wheel, the other bringing a cigarette to his pout, lips wrapping around to take a large puff. His shirt is buttoned to the middle of his chest, even though it is scarce there are a few dark hairs that poke out from it, down his lean torso to his flattening thighs due to the pressure of the seat under him. He's looks so good, it's not right, he has to be at least ten or more years older but she wants nothing more than to lean against him, touch those lips with her own, run her fingers around the fatness of his bottom lip, feel his tongue poke out to suck on them.

"See something you like?" It's a tease, smirk that not only makes her cheek ignite but chest blush with pink patches. She's been caught, silent as her mouth drops to say something but Javier beats her to it. "I'm kidding, you should have seen your face."

"You're an asshole." The words are said with harsh tone, but with a smile and an eye roll that softens it up. "I was just actually wondering how many of those things you smoke a day, I heard they were bad for you."

The playful tone of earlier is gone, it's replaced by a lingering silence, a mix of anxiety and anticipation makes her stomach flip. The wall his cold against her skin but it helps hide her from the impending danger. Her breath is trembling, chest is expanding so fast she swears she can't breath.

It all happened so fast, Javier and her doing a sweep of the building then yelling, chaos erupting in the form of unforgiving bullets. Javier and her separated but him pushing her away from the danger only to face it head on himself.

One of them chasing and following her. While anyone would believe they would act heroic in the moment, run head first like Javi at the danger she couldn't, she ran up the stairs, hid in one of the bedrooms shooting the passerbys.

But now she realizes how much of a bad idea it was, trapping herself with the man only stands a few feet from her, a sickly smile matches his words as he points the gun at her. "There you are princess."

She's immobilized, pausing as eyes squeeze together expecting searing pain but the loud sound the echos the room has blood painting her face, body falling limp at her feet. Curled up in the most ridiculous position but eyes open wide with shock as Javier stands in front of her, gun still held high despite the dead man pooling blood on her legs, his own chest heaving with adrenaline.

She can't help it, the way the tears swell up, chin quivers no matter how much she tries to hide it. Javi's eyes never leave, only lower his gun, extending his hand for she can take it.

She reaches for it but the body the separates them makes her falter. "Hey -- look up, eyes on me. It's alright."

"I'm sorry. I ran away, I left you all alone." Word are breathlessly whispered with breaks, her lungs didn't want to work crushing her chest with deep sorrow. "I've never done this before."

Hands run over her face, feeling the blood smear across it, pulling her hand away to see the redness to meet the cause again before Javi is speaking again. "Eyes on me, take my hand."

The shift from the house to the car is blurry, between the tears and the blood it was nearly impossible to see anything, all she could think about was how slimy it felt against her pant leg, how the smell was almost metallically.

Javier had started the car, taking a drag of his cigarette and squeezing the bridge of his nose with the same hand. His eyes meet her again, noticing the blank stare directed at blood stained hands, Javi reaches over taking his jacket from the back seat to try and rub the blood away but it makes it worse, staining fingers a dark pink.

"I was the same way." Guessing it was her first time seeing a dead body but truthfully it doesn't get any easier, just starts to fade into normalcy. "Let's get you home hermosa."

"No --." The words are choked, loud as eye meet his with fear. Anything but the lingering silence home entitles, it would be a punishment not a relief. "Please, I don't want to go home. I am alone, I don't want to be alone."

Javi pauses to take in her words, eyebrows expressing confusion at the out burst. The way her chin quivers with uncertainty, tears push past eye lids if it wasn't for the situation he would tell her how beautiful she looks like this but instead slowly extends his hand to cup her cheek, moving closer to feel her warmth, thumb running over the highest point of her cheeks feeling them soak with a mixture of tears and blood. "You're not alone, I'm here sweet girl."

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Why Modern Cartoons is Not Great as it Used to be in this Decade

As 2010′s draw near to the end and begin a next-generation, cartoons have changed from being a fun episodic adventure with a meaningful message and can get dark sometimes to a story-driven show with deep messages. While cartoons have a great start in early 2010s such as Adventure Time, Regular Show, Gravity Falls, and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, however as time passes cartoons are becoming less interesting and not many aren’t talking about it. So what the hell happened with modern cartoons? Let’s get to the bottom of what happened to this decade of cartoons and why isn’t anyone talking about it anymore 

The Animation Quality 

The quality of the animation of cartoons back in 2000′s were amazing, so many variations of animation styles that look very appealing such as 

Samurai Jack 

Avatar: The Last Airbender 

Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends 

Recess 

Proud Family and so many more

But now in modern cartoons, most cartoon shows are using a similar style of animation which many people called it “Calarts style”. Most cartoon shows are using because it’s cheap however it takes away creativity, more detail nor being organic. Look at Infinity Train, compare from the pilot to the release 

It looks very boring having most cartoons look the same. Then there’s artistic freedom where creators let them draw whatever they want such as Steven Universe and OK KO. That sounds good but really though it just looks lazy and unprofessional. This is very distracting that most characters go off-model every scene like why Rebecca and Ian-Jones Quarry think it was a good idea! 

Great to Below Average

So now let’s talk about the three shows that were once popular Steven Universe, Voltron, and Star vs The Forces of Evil. The trope I’ve been seeing as of late about these shows that it was pretty hype and they deliver on that. All they need to do is conclude it and call it a good cartoon but then crash and burned in later seasons. 

Steven Universe didn’t get popular until “Jailbreak” and that was when everyone was watching it. It had character development, an interesting world of gems, a gorgeous background and has one of the best soundtracks. This isn’t surprising because the creator is the same person who wrote Marceline episodes in Adventure Time which was Rebecca Sugar that created the series. Then season 4 and season 5 happened which the show drop in quality like mostly the show prefer showing filler which makes the plot go too fast and made arcs underwhelming, crystals gems and Lapis Lazuli and Peridot aren’t being used that much in the show and having each villain being beaten by simply talking to them. While there is Steven Universe Future but that hasn’t gotten interesting in my opinion. 

Star vs The Forces of Evil is a show used to be interesting for the two seasons and “Battle for Mewni” arc but then shipping drama got out of hand and that resulted to fell from grace 

Then there’s Voltron and we all how that turned out for the last two seasons

What these three have in common that they set up this interesting premise and world in the first few seasons but they all went downhill. Awful character writing, insane plot twist, and terrible pacing. I did wish that those shows would get better like how Adventure Time and Regular Show had one bad season but after that, they both got better but they didn’t and it went from being great to disappointingly average. 

Comedy Over Messages

Now that’s got the most hype shows, let’s talk about shows that not many people talk about because the premise and world aren’t engaging enough to watch and which they are We Bare Bears, Craig in the Creek, Clarence, OK KO, and The Loud House. While I’m not saying they aren’t bad but it is just not interesting to watch, it's just that it’s too tame and too comedic. The main issue I have it doesn’t really teach viewers like they used to anymore 

OK KO was about to talk about gun violence but they turn it into a comedy. In “Let’s Not Be Skeletons” people overuse the gun and resulting everyone to turn skeletons and KO tries to stop it but fails. By the end of the episode, it was a dream and calls Congress to stop it from happening. I really hate how writers of this episode of making a serious issue turn into comedy and that’s a pretty awful way of doing it. 

Look at Static Shock and Fat Albert, instead of making Gun Violence a joke, they talk about how serious it is by having someone shot and that devastated the characters a lot 

Then there's Hey Arnold, it really dives into serious issues such as 

“Pigeon Man” showcases that some people are meant to be with other people while others like Pigeon Man are just different and can’t be with other people. 

“Helga on the Couch” showcases Helga's anger issues and those issues manifest because her family ignores her because of her sister. Never truly cares for like no makes her lunch for school and no one brought her to school when she was a young girl. The only person that cares for was Arnold.

Then there’s my personal favorite, “Arnold Christmas”. Mr. Hyunh is always sad at Christmas and this episode revealed that he had a daughter and all he wanted was to see her grow up but there was a war coming near his village. In order to do so, he had to give her up so she can have a better life. It took 20 years to get out of the country and he almost gave up hope to find her until Helga helped Arnold to search for her and be reunited with her father. 

Modern cartoons don’t show those kinds of messages anymore and there’s something worse than that and I hate how cartoon shows keep doing this. 

Today’s Villains

I” ve been seeing a lot lately that the main antagonist isn't handled well in cartoons as of lately. Most villains have been getting redeemed lately and not paying their crimes. While show creatures try to make them sympathetic and the victim however it doesn’t excuse them for their crimes. 

White Diamond who caused multiple mass genocide on worlds, brainwash any gem that stands in her way and shatter gems gets easily defeated by simply getting talk to and just not gonna do it anymore because Steven said so. 

Mina Loveberry and her Mewni soldiers wanted to destroy monsters. When her and her army magic depleted, she just goes in the wilderness and no one stopped her. 

Moon Butterfly helped Mina create her soldiers so she can retake the throne from Ecipsa. Instead of having the monsters and her surrendering the throne that she was attending to do, however, her plan backfired when Mewni Soldiers and Mina wanted to kill all the monsters. Why didn’t Moon saw that coming, they were clearly racist against them. Then by the end of the show, she never once apologized for what she has done. 

Starlight Glimmer created a cult that no one has cutie marks until the mane six defeated her in “Cutie Map” She returns and her revenge on Twilight by going back in time and making sure Rainbow Dash doesn’t perform the Sonic Rainboom. After multiple going to multiple timelines, she finally catches up to her and then her tragic backstory been revealed and it was very disappointing. The reason she caused all of this because her friend moved away and that’s it. That’s not all, instead of her facing her crimes like most villains such as Tirek or Queen Chrysalis, she gets off the hook and she became friends with Twilight in a matter of minutes 

A good example of a good antagonist is Aku from Samurai Jack. When he first appeared in the show, he’s pure evil, destroying anything that stood in his way and ruling over the weak but as the show progresses, the serious villain became more comedic villain but that doesn’t mean he’s a silly character, he’s far from that. He’s still all-powerful and should be taken seriously. This is what I want from a villain.  He’s powerful, he’s truly evil and has a personality. 

Villains can be sympathetic and relatable however shouldn’t be forgiven so easily. When a character crosses the line by taking multiple innocent lives should never be redeemed, even if they have a sad backstory 

Cartoons lately have become less popular in this past decade, the glaring problems about cartoons are its animation, comedy over messages, messy plots, and terrible villain. People will only talk about cartoons from the late ’80s to 2012. I’m afraid that this day of age that it isn’t appealing anymore than in previous years. The only animation that people will talk about is anime shows which I can’t lie, is far superior to cartoons as of now. I feel that the only way it can make it back on top is it needs something like Adventure Time or Gravity Falls moment that reinvent it more relevant and view to modern audiences. I really do like to watch cartoon shows for animation, message, and characters but I keep seeing issues in modern cartoons and I hope that it will change in the future.