#rip!mc's pretty well adjusted though. i think.

[purrincess-chat]

Hi Cat! May I ask you to rank S5 episodes aired so far? and what did you like the most about each of them?

Finally getting around to answering this now that s5 is officially over. Overall, I'd say s5 was definitely not as bad as people have made it out to be, and I'll share my full thoughts on it later and go over some of the notes I took upon rewatching, but I'd say this season on average was pretty mid? Adrinette hard carried a lot of episodes that otherwise were just okay. Again, I've said it a bunch, and I'll say it a bunch more times, ML's biggest problem is pacing. S5 is probably the most ambitious season of this show by far, and they crammed a shit ton into this one season that would have been more digestible if it were spread out I think.

But anywho, I'll discuss more later. For now, here is my episode rankings for season 5! The ratings are rough, and I will likely adjust them to be a bit more specific when I eventually do my complete episode ranking with all the other seasons, but for now these ratings correspond to how I relate just the s5 episodes to each other. None of them got a 10, and tbh most of these eps sit around 6-7/10, so ranking them was actually kind of hard because as I said, Adrinette hard carried some of these eps, and I just did not care for the other things going on in them. Okay, here we go:

Protection: 9.5/10

Anyone who knows me or is in any way familiar with me probably knows why this episode is here. The picnic will go down as one of Adrinette's iconic moments. The whole set-up was incredibly sweet, and I could stare at that scene for hours.

2. Emotion: 9/10

Outside of thinking that Felix should have come back sooner and that perhaps this should have been the mid-season conflict rather than the Kwami's Choice eps (I'll talk more about why in another post eventually), I really liked this episode. I love how much Marinette has grown. I enjoyed Felix being a lil gremlin man. Idk, I liked it.

3. Elation: 8.5/10

"Cat, but you always shit talk MC-"

Incorrect. I shit talk toxic stans. I'd be lying if I said seeing those two losers kiss didn't make me feel things. I also appreciated the realness of this ep on why they couldn't be together, and that Chat Noir/Adrien had enough respect for Marinette to realize that there was a power imbalance between them. It was very sexy of him.

4. Revolution: 8.5/10

This one honestly surprised me being this high, but so much shit happened in this episode. Like I needed to sit for a sec after watching it because it was a lot to process. While I was rewatching it, I had moments where I was like wait, is this a new episode? But then I'd remember, nope. It's still the same one where all this other shit happened. And weirdly, it didn't feel too rushed? A lot of episodes this season felt like they were moving a million miles a minute and rushing to get to the point, but I felt like for as much shit as went down in this episode, it flowed pretty well.

Also, I'm Adrinette trash so of course I'm gonna rank their first kiss high fucking sue me

Also, hardly anyone talked about the LadyNoir power up! Like hello???

5. Deflagration: 8/10

I know I just dunked on the Kwami's Choice arc, and I will probably do it again because these two episodes were HARD carried by Adrinette. I didn't care about Kitty Noire or Scarabella at all. Their fight was lame, why the fuck did they start talking like that, just, ugh-anyway. I felt like part 2 was the stronger of the two episodes, and not just because of the Ladrien crumb! (though the ladrien crumb was v nice) I enjoyed the Resistance swooping in to help. I enjoyed Marinette outsmarting Gabriel. I enjoyed Adrien ripping the earrings off his dad like how dare you touch her things, you crusty eggplant. I liked the Adrinette scene in the cafeteria. I dunno. I don't think giving up their Miraculous was really necessary, but I appreciated several of the moments in this episode.

6. Passion: 8/10

So, in prior seasons I came to really not care for Nathalie when she was simping for Gabriel, but I gained a lot more respect for her this season. I just kind of wish she'd been like that from the beginning. There to make sure Gabriel doesn't go too far, someone to love Adrien and carry out his and Emilie's wishes. I wouldn't have minded even if GabeNath happened as a result if they were able to talk Gabriel down from his madness and truly let Emilie go in the end. But alas, we didn't. I loved the Adrinette moment in this episode where Adrien just immediately tells her what's wrong. It was such a huge step for him as someone who usually just buries his feelings. And the kwami swap was much better this go round.

7. Jubilation: 7.5/10

My cat is sleeping on my notes, but I remember enjoying this episode. A thought that I had in regards to the fantasy that they saw is that the gift sees beyond the masks, even if they don't. Like, yes, of course they want a life together because they're soulmates. They just can't quite see the whole picture yet. Idk how to explain it, but anyway, it was a cute episode. The nightmare children need to be burned at the stake, but overall, it was nice.

8. Transmission: 7.5/10

Listen. I did not give a single fuck about the new heroes, and their battle was very anticlimactic and lame, but god dammit, the Adrinette in this episode! Adrien audibly recognizing he shouldn't have played with her feelings as Chat Noir. Him seeing his photos in her trash can and telling her he loves her! The motherfucking hand game! Nothing else happened in that ep. It was just them.

9. Determination: 7.5/10

I absolutely loved seeing Adrinette go all pink sparkles when he looked at Marinette, and how Kagami was like stop being a fucking wuss and ask her on a date. As much as I cannot with the statue scene, I loved that Adrien was just like lol yeahhh you kissed me, it was kind of awesome. Like baby boy XD I liked him being lowkey jealous and wanting to be more with Marinette and trying his damnedest to get closer to her when she was freaking out. His patience with her this season has been so sweet.

LN stans can roast me all they want, idc, but I have a lot of thoughts about her switching her affection to CN. Not to say that she doesn't genuinely have feelings for him because I think she definitely does deep down, but I have always seen her pursuit of him this season as a means to run away from her problems. (i.e. her feelings for Adrien) Because she never got over Adrien, and that much was obvious. And Alya even called her on her bullshit. Marinette was trying to force herself to stop loving Adrien by throwing herself at Chat Noir, and while her feelings for him might stem from a genuine place of love for him, she was trying to love him for the wrong reasons. Rather than it being a natural thing, it felt very much like she was only doing it because she thought it would be easier, and she was refusing to face and process what had happened as a result of her loving Adrien. I just wish that the reversal were handled differently. She can and absolutely does love Chat Noir, but in this context, it just felt a little cheap to me. Not as genuine because she was still clearly hung up on Adrien and avoiding that.

10. Multiplication: 7/10

We have reached 6-7/10 territory. A loooot of eps are in this range, so it was actually pretty difficult to rank. I went solely on vibes for this section. Any single scene that sticks out in my memory for each episode were the breaking points on these.

Idk why, but I liked this episode. I loved the scenes of Adrien trying to greet Marinette. I loved everyone getting progressively more bored with waiting for Monarch to show up again. It was cute.

11. Derision: 7/10

Do I think this backstory should have come way, way, way, WAY sooner? Yes. Like s1-s2 sooner. Did I still slurp up all of the Adrinette anyway? ...Well, I'm only human.

12. Evolution: 7/10

I actually skipped this episode in my rewatch to save time because I know it's solid. Bunny Cat was cute. Seeing Gabriel fucking wreck himself because he's an idiot was funny. Alix being the GOAT was fun. Yeah. It was a nice start to the season.

13. Pretension: 7/10

I'm not a Feligami hater like some people. I think it was a bit rushed, but I think that's more of an issue with ML's general struggle with pacing rather than a reflection on the viability of their relationship. I liked seeing how Felix has a softer side because he was always meant to be morally grey. Emotion talked about that a little bit. He had no dog in the fight between Gabriel and LB/CN. He has his own motives for doing what he does, and he's not a bad person, just has done some questionable things to get what he wants. And I think Kagami would be good for him. I loved her roasting him and kicking his ass (and he loved it too).

14. Confrontation: 6.5/10

As the pilot of the Lila downfall plane, you'd think this episode would rank higher, but like, listen. Was Marinette's plan very sneaky and big brained? Yes. Did I enjoy seeing them get caught? Yes. Did this shit need to happen way sooner? Yes! The fact that Alya said with her whole chest in the episode before, "You know we're always ready to believe you." When she fucking wasn't? Like, bitch, your bestie is LADYBUG. Perhaps if she doesn't like someone, recognize that it's for a good ass reason? And I hated how dismissive they were of Adrien when he tried to speak up in that scene too. My honest reaction to Lila being outed was just fucking finally. I rank this one lower as well because they cut a small moment that I wish they fucking hadn't where everyone apologizes to and hugs Marinette after they're exposed. Because they fucking gaslit her for months about this bitch, and she absolutely deserved that apology!

15. Collusion: 6/10

Ya know, I'm not much one to care about Andre. They really tried to paint him as a victim this season, and I just was not there for it. It's okay for him to just suck too. They're all rich, sucky people. It's okay to just say that.

A note I did make that I might talk about later is on the topic of Chloe and her alleged redemption that everyone is mad about and how Astruc just hates Chloe, and I'm not going to say he doesn't. I just think that overall what happened there is when they started planning out future seasons, it was more plot convenient for her to be mean than it was for them to put in the effort to redeem her fully. And looking at some of the other redemptions they've done in this show, we know they would have botched it anyway. They kept her mean because it served their purposes for making things happen. That's it.

16. Revelation: 6/10

For reasons mentioned above in Confrontation, I ranked this episode lower because I wanted to fucking strangle everyone. Everyone in that god damn class knows Chloe is a bitch and always will be. The fact that they all turned on Marinette, including fucking Alya who knows she's FUCKING LADYBUG just ugh. Honestly, when their future plans got fucked in the next episode, I was lowkey like GOOD. Suffer, dumbass bitches! It's what you get! But I'm also just really petty, and I wanted to see Lila finally get shut the fuck up.

17. Adoration: 6/10

This one was fine? Let's go lesbians, I guess. Idk, in comparison to the myriad of other shit going on in s5, this one just felt like filler. Gabriel is an asshole, what else is new? I kind of wish Marinette got a better confession, since, ya know, we've been waiting for it since s1. I wish it were a bigger moment and more heartfelt, but like, eh, I guess.

18. Intuition: 6/10

Seeing Gabriel fuck himself over was nice. Other than that, it was just okay. Get dunked on, you moldy cheeto dust of a human being.

19. Perfection: 6/10

"Cat, did you rank this episode this low because of Adrien's cringy-ass song?"

AND I'D DO IT AGAIN! And the fight was kinda boring. I love Kagami, and she deserved the love in the end, but like c'mon.

20. Illusion: 6/10

A big thing I noted from this episode that became kind of a recurring thing throughout s5 is the illusion of choice. I'll talk more about it in my s5 analysis, but I think that illusion of choice extends to Gabriel's wish too in the end. I did love Nathalie fucking bodying him the second Adrien walked away. It's what he deserves.

21. Destruction: 6/10

This one was fine, I guess. I wasn't super into the format of it being a flashback that Marinette was explaining to Alya at their sleepover after the fact? And that it kind of just glossed over them Cataclysming Monarch, since that was kind of an important thing for this season. ML made some weird choices for big moments throughout this season that kind of cheapened the impact, imo. Idk. Baby girl is smart and all that, we been knew.

22. Representation: 5.5/10

Adrien fighting his dad was the highlight of this episode. You go off, king. The play was incredibly info-dumpy, and I feel like this information should have been spread out more organically. Rather than hinting at all of this shit in s3-4, they should have just sprinkled in these details as actual confirmation back then rather than dumping it all in our laps now.

23. Reunion: 5/10

Listen, this episode wasn't bad, and Adrien being a horse girl is funny, but in the context of this season and compared to the other episodes, this one is honestly just filler. Like, it's cool lore, but feels a bit out of place in this season, especially because she didn't call on her past holders for advice on how to like, idk fight her villain, she called on her for love advice. Just felt very unserious in the context of this season.

24. Conformation: 5/10

This one was fine-ish? The whole finale is definitely the weakest finale we've had. And I've ranked Miracle Queen in my bottom 10, yall. This is saying something. I'll go ahead and continue in my next point because

25. Re-Creation: 4.5/10

Both of the finale eps were just... They happened? I feel like they were pulling at too many threads bringing in everyone the way they did. I feel like the perfect alliance thing was an okay choice? I kind of dislike that Adrien was just no where to be fucking seen for most of these episodes. I know a lot of people are upset that he doesn't know about his dad, and there was no reveal between him and Marinette. Which, no identity reveal, I can live with, but I feel like letting Gabriel make his wish was such a weird choice. I'll talk more about it later, but we've been following this show since s1 and rooting for Ladybug and Chat Noir, and they just let the villain get what he wanted? And you can argue that he didn't really get what he wanted because he died or whatever, but like he got the Miraculouses and made a wish. Stop being obtuse about it. Like what is the ultimate lesson here? What's the message? I'm willing to give s6 a chance, but my future with this show is going to depend on how they unpack some of the fallout of this finale.

And for those arguing over Emilie v Amelie in the ending scene, it was Emilie in the original script and storyboard, and her memorial statue is gone, meaning they no longer have to memorialize her because she's not dead, so unless they randomly decided to not bring her back last minute, that bitch is his mom. Also, they removed a scene where she and Adrien smile at each other, but I digress

26. Migration: 4/10

I'm not going to explain this one, but anyone that knows me, knows why this one is here, and why I didn't care about this episode.

Anywho, my biggest takeaways from this season were that it was a bit too ambitious at times, and I think in general it lacked a lot of the heart of ML. Big moments we've been waiting for fell flat because they got lost in the mess of them trying to cram storylines we should have been getting this whole time into one season. It's not a bad season, and I think it is definitely a step in the right direction. ML just needs to get better about pacing its story arcs so that it maximizes its time and doesn't have to rush through shit to get their point across.

[nightingale-bloom]

sorry that i blew up my entire fantasy world. it's still happening and i'll probably do it again when i'm done.

note: delinia is actually dead tho. felt like chains, so i'm killing it and looting the body. it was just getting too hectic bc I was piling everything i made onto it with little consideration for what already existed. rip the pantheons ig, they're not coming back even remotely similar. list of stuff that still exists:

brielle! (she was originally delinian, ik that i never said it but she was) also ethel, carrion, rialla, marjory, flora. maybe jin with a name change and quetzal with a species adjustment due to the lack of dragonborn in this new world. if I feel like it.

the fire queen/elemental rulers characters. boy they were messy back in the day, they were begging to be fixed. so i'm doing that. in a bit. alexander, my boy. he deserved so much better.

the gods. only sorta though. the pantheon as it was is dead, though Manosena (elder war) will be inspired by my previous war god raziel and his successor ajax. they come back as these colonizer self-deifying guys called iluminar. the one art post I made a few weeks ago depicted one of them, joven. one of the mcs of the book, will learn that his people are awful oppressors. his outfit ain't final, I just dressed him however for fun since I didn't have any particular uniforms or styles for iluminar at the time.

ajax! I love him too much to get rid of him. one of my previous delinian war gods. delinia's pantheon was a revolving door where gods could retire or be essentially fired by the founders, high gods that don't have the same choice as the others. but anyway he was batshit insane. drank blood, lotta chaos. you gotta have some of those sprinkled in for funsies. surprisingly sane at the meeting table and very sweet with his husband. still eats despite not needing to, a bit of a habit due to still feeling hungry three times a day. normally wears off for gods but he hasn't let it yet.

might bring the aquatica kids back. I already tried once before, but with more species-building experience, I think I could actually do it this time. rip Luca thao though, his original iteration could be coming back and he isn't.

Roma! she's another character from mesahearth, and I absolutely have to find something to do with her. well-read, not afraid of demons. could make her a summoner of a sort?

the glimmer, though they're now the maiza. hated their original concept almost immediately after I made it, and decided to scavenge them for their parts to make the maiza, a tribal forest people currently fighting tooth and nail for their homeland. the iluminar are absolutely false gods to them. their gods give back, but the iluminar keep for themselves. still more parts on that glimmer wreck (shapeshifting, water activated markings) that I could use later in other species/races.

all those dragons I made years ago probably shouldn't go to waste, huh? yuna's probably gonna get her knucklebones used for fortune-telling, though. don't care for her much.

and everything else I've made since the death of my first world has been pretty new, as far as I can tell. I never had a werewolf in any of my past stories, right? /s

[seoafin]

rip!mc being emotionally gullible makes soooo much sense

cuz after hearing her father blame her for her mother's death,,, and her carrying that w her... omg

not to mention,,, how much i LOVE her character ?? the thought process ?? ur so insane wow

now,,,, a pretty shitty theory (i think) that i had and wanna ask about,,,, is the reason why rip!mc so interested in curses because of something to do w her mother's death? cuz (i hope im not getting this wrong) i believe her mom was killed by a curse. maybe she's trying to understand more about that situation? idk i just feel like her mother's death impacted her HEAVILY (her being so morbid)

also !!! i really love her cursed technique !! (it suits her and all the shit she got going on a lil tooooo well LMAO) if you don't mind me asking, does she have a domain? if so, what is it? what else can she do?

and lastly,,,, gojo and rip!mcs relationship.... why do i want it LMAOO i love this trust and respect based relationship they have. it's so complex wow

anyways im so sorry about how long this is bdbfnddn okay thank u have a great day/night

it's a mixture of being book smart but also growing up practically isolated after her parents died so there’s a tendency to take things at face value. i just think it’s funny because gojo goes around saying and doing things in a roundabout way, but all of that just flies over rip!mc’s head so it basically forces him to be more truthful about things and to gojo that’s harder than prying teeth 😭

not a shitty theory!!! it’s a mixture of that/general interest and fascination with geto’s cursed technique. i think i said this before somewhere? but studying curses helps rip!mc feel closer to geto in a way <3

yes rip!mc probably has a domain. she can’t hold it very long though. details tbd??? i envision it ensures an extremely slow death and plays with the concept of time. think being stuck and unable to move, aware of every single excruciating second that passes. has it been 2 minutes? 2 years? who knows. it’s pretty traumatizing so rip!mc rarely uses it.

huge huge huge spoiler underneath that i haven’t introduced in the story yet (suicide ment)

rip!mc’s dad commits suicide a year after her mother is killed. after that short scene in the most twisted curse, rip!mc’s father breaks down even more and tells her he’s sorry for blaming her and that it wasn’t, in fact, her fault her mother died. a year later, her father hangs himself while she’s at school. upon finding him dead, she brings him down, lugs his corpse to his bed, and just....freezes him. this goes on for about 2-2 months until rip!mc calls the number of the auxiliary manager who gave her their card at her mother’s funeral. jujutsu tech takes care of everything from there on and nobody talks about the fact that rip!mc basically preserved her father’s body for months and carried on, pretending everything was Fine. so yeah the girl definitely needs therapy and a healthy relationship which r two things gojo cannot provide :D

[gracedcoup]

MC calling the brothers “Daddy”

Mc calls each of the brothers “Daddy” but is gone before they can react to MC>

shout-out to anon for remembering that I take requests for imagines/etc, just now realizing that I took that part out of my blog description whoops

✧ Lucifer

grimaces

aw man, emotional quandary time

He DOES think of himself as top dog and he DOES love to be reminded of that in positive ways, especially by MC. He’s also a big fan of pet names and terms of endearment, even if he personally sticks to the ‘classier’ ones like ‘dear,’ ‘my love,’ etc.

it’s just. why THAT nickname

tfw you’re supposed to be the Obvious Dom romance option but you’ve got the “not sexy, actually pretty traumatic” version of daddy issues

He keeps his reaction internal for the most part, though he’ll act all smug if he notices someone (esp. his brothers) getting jealous.

When he summons MC to his office later, he asks them not to call him that again. However, they’re certainly welcome to call him “master” or the like~

✧ Mammon

He’s flustered and he’s LOUD about it

Tries to shout after MC but can’t get a coherent sentence out rip–

Winds up sprinting after MC after he’s done malfunctioning

“Ya can’t just SAY something like that and then RUN OFF–!”

He subtly (“subtly”) tries to get MC to call him that again, and he’ll get all pouty if they don’t. Vehemently denies both his efforts AND the sulking if questioned.

Actually adjusts quickly if MC starts calling him ‘daddy’ regularly, due in no small part to the fact he already calls himself that occasionally. He still gets all blushy over the fact MC is calling him that, though.

Just– just give him a sec, he’s not used to having emotions and stuff attached to this

Gets an order of magnitude clingier with MC, which is surprising when considering how clingy he already was beforehand.

✧ Leviathan

“I won’t fall for your normie tactics!!” he says, already falling for MC’s normie tactics

MC has found the one (1) surefire way to break his otherwise indestructible Rhythm Game Trance

Also, they’ve killed him

He doesn’t chase after MC, he just kinda…shrivels into himself? He’s curled up on the floor now, hands over his face. It doesn’t really hide how much he’s blushing tho

Once he gets ahold of himself he starts texting MC RAPID-FIRE, what did they MEAN by that, is this a prank?? Wait of course it’s a prank, who would wanna use normie nicknames with him–

(MC come back your man is despairing again)

He tries to refer to himself as ‘daddy’ while flirting with MC later but gets so embarrassed that he bluescreens before he can get the word out

✧ Satan

Acts completely unruffled.

This turn of events has him…intrigued? Endeared? Excited? Some combination of those. MC wants to play a flirtatious game of cat-and-mouse, do they? Well, he’s happy to oblige.

He keeps up the facade until he can get MC alone – which, given their popularity, might take a day or two. He wants them to think he’s forgotten about it, wants them to let their guard down. Such will make it all the more effective when he pulls out something like “Daddy missed you today, pet” or “How is daddy’s little kitten?”

Catch him trying to mentally calculate the optimal rate of self-referring as ‘daddy’ the whole time he’s flirting

He’s trying so so hard to be suave lmao, if MC laughs at him he’s never gonna recover, he’s just gonna walk into the woods and never return

‘Pet’ and ‘kitten’ become his go-to nicknames for MC if they start calling him ‘daddy’ regularly, since he feels they match best.

✧ Asmodeus

Oh he is delighted

Will shout after MC calling them “baby” without hesitation, his flirting skills are Impeccable after all

Weirdly enough, it gives him a bunch of soft and fuzzy feelings. Sure, sure, he’s got people calling him ‘daddy’ all the time on Devilgram, but are any of them MC?? No. So it doesn’t matter

MC likes him enough to use cheesy sexy nicknames with him!! If he’s in his room when this happens then he’ll be giggling and rolling on his bed like a fool in love

It takes less than 5 min for him to start hitting MC with the “daddy’s lonelyyyyy :( come cuddle w/ me!” texts

That’s his new name when it comes to MC btw, he’s stealing their DDD and changing his contact name to ‘Daddy ♡♡♡’, it’s gonna be a mainstay of his flirting from now on

✧ Beelzebub

Doesn’t get it 😔

He doesn’t know what a sugar baby is shgfjfkfg he likely doesn’t know what ‘daddy’ means in this context

Winds up texting Belphie like “MC called me ‘dad’?” so now BOTH the twins are confused

(this persists until Beel clarifies that MC specifically said ‘daddy,’ at which point Belphegor throws a pillow at him)

He’ll ask MC why they called him that the next time he sees them. Hopefully they’re by themself, bc he won’t care if other people are present to hear him ask lmao

Ultimately he doesn’t really get it, but he doesn’t mind it either. He’ll start using more nicknames for MC in response, like ‘baby’ and so on.

✧ Belphegor

He rolls his eyes and goes back to sleep. He DOES have a smug little smile on his face, tho.

also just bc he’s pleased doesn’t mean he won’t make fun of MC for it

Will call himself ‘daddy’ as a joke now when it’s just him and MC. If someone else (read: any of his brothers except Beel) overhears him then they have to die.

Aside from that, nothing much changes? He’ll play along if MC wants to call him ‘daddy’ during ~intimate moments~, but for the most part he doesn’t really care.

The consequence of him having more brat energy than daddy energy 😔

[amysteriousmessenger]

May I request some fluff RFA headcanons? 🥺🥺

I hope these are okay!! I added Saeran and V just for the sake of it!! <3 these will be a random mixture of with and without MC!

Random Fluffy RFA + Saeran and V Headcanons

Yoosung Kim Fluffy Headcanons

He asks you to marry him in LOLOL, since there’s an expansion pack where you can set up a little house for extra storage. He gets really nervous and a bit sweaty about asking you to do it, he takes it oddly seriously and Zen almost passed out when he thought that you were actually engaged.

He tries to make you coffee every morning, especially if he’s trying a new style out. He thinks it’s really fun and he loves to greet you with it for breakfast. After a while, you come to associate the faint smell of coffee with Yoosung. 

At the start he starts sneakily using little bits of your shower gel because they smell so much nicer than the one his gamer student budget allows him to buy. Eventually, he’ll just cave and buy a bottle of the one that you use because it means he gets to be reminded of you all day and it’s a lot better for his skin anyway.

If you play with his hair when his head is in your lap, he’ll absolutely fall asleep. Yoosung is a little bit like a puppy in that way, it just makes him feel so happy and loved.

Zen/Hyun Ryu Fluffy Headcanons

Zen’s a big person for morning kisses, especially sleepy ones. He’s an early riser and definitely feels extra needy in the morning. He’s also always the big spoon, he likes to feel as though he’s protecting you even when he’s asleep.

Whenever you’re crying and cover your face so he can’t see, Zen’s the kinda person who would gently pull your arms away so he can get a look at you and figure out what’s wrong. He’ll kiss at your eyes and cheeks until you either stop crying, or let him get close enough to pull you in so you can cry on his chest. 

He loves doing skincare on you. If he thinks you’ve had a hard week, he’ll do your moisturiser, clay mask, face mask, eye mask- you name it, Zen wants to pamper you with it. He knows the importance of skincare and he thinks it’s a great way to relax and pamper you. 

Zen’s ‘Happy Place’ that he thinks of when he gets stressed is the two of you, beers in hand, spending an evening in the kitchen trying to cook food. He can hear the laughter, smell the ever-so-slightly burning food, taste the traces of beer on your lower lip. It just makes him so happy to think about and he can feel the desperation in his limbs to sprint home at full speed and make the daydream real.

Jaehee Kang Fluffy Headcanons

Saturday mornings are Jaehee’s favourite out of the whole week. She’s just worked 5 hellish days and Saturday is the day where she gets to have a bit of a lie-in. Usually, Jumin doesn’t ask her to come into the office on weekends and it’s usually just a case of working from home. Jaehee tries not to oversleep too much because she doesn’t want to throw off her schedule but sometimes she can’t help but pass out for 10 hours straight and undisturbed. 

She really enjoys bubble baths with you. When you first start doing it together, she’s a little shy at being seen undressed so intimately, but she still really enjoys the time alone with you. It’s a great way to unwind and she likes being so close to you.

Jaehee isn’t much of a cuddler when she’s asleep, she tends to just sleep flat on her back out of exhaustion. However, if you wake up for any reason during the night, you’ll frequently find her hand holding yours, whether she did it consciously or not. 

She collects really nice and cute stationary. She doesn’t really take them to work because she doesn’t want to be seen as unprofessional, but once she runs the coffee shop, she gets to write in her little hot-drinks-themed stationary and decorates the little cups with tiny stickers for the frequent customers and especially for whenever Zen comes to visit.

Jumin Han Fluffy Headcanons

Sunday mornings are Jumin’s favourites. He usually wakes up really early by routine, but on Sundays he spends a little bit longer curled up in bed with you and Elizabeth the Third, watching you both sleep. Jumin’s also usually the big spoon if he’s sleeping on his side, but when he sleeps on his back he typically still has one arm around your waist so you’re pulled next to him with your head on his chest.

He personally donates to many different cat shelters all over the country. He takes the money straight out of his own bank account and gives generous monthly donations to make sure that there’s enough funding to both feed the cats already there, and take in extra cats of the streets along with getting them adopted. Jumin’s staff actually has a company policy that if they adopt a cat from one of the shelters that Jumin supports, the vet and adoption fees are covered by him, he counts it as philanthropy.

Jumin has a bottle of wine in his cellar from the date you met, the date you first kissed, the date you got engaged and the date you got married. He hasn’t quite decided when he’ll share those wines with you, he just knows at the moment that he wants to keep them for a very special occasion. 

When he’s bored at work but he can’t call you because you’re busy, he pictures taking you to one of his vineyards on the weekend. He’ll picture your smile, you adjusting your hat and lightly squinting against the sun, you smiling at him over your glass of wine. Then he’ll tell Jaehee to clear his schedule for the weekend.

Saeyoung Choi Fluffy Headcanons

Your arms around him, holding him against you, is pretty much the only thing that can bring Seven out of an anxiety attack. If you’re not physically with him, he crawls under the duvet on his bed in hopes of still smelling you. He’ll call you and look through selfies with you that he has on his phone until he calms down. 

Seven frequently tries to make you food. He’s never had to cook for anyone before and he doesn’t really cook for himself, so it’s a lot of trial, error and frustrated takeaways. You try to eat whatever he makes though because you can really tell that he’s put his heart into it and you want to show him that you appreciate the effort he’s making.

He loves you feeling his biceps and gushing over how strong he is. He’s not even particularly ripped but you can tell he has strength in his limbs and seeing you give him any kind of physical approval makes him m e l t instantly.

He’s both the big and little spoon, depending what mood he is in. Sometimes he wants to hold you close and never let go, but sometimes Seven needs a little bit of support too and want to feel like he’s needed by you.

His absolute favourite dates are the arcades, the cinema, bowling and carnivals. He has far too much fun on the bumpercars and he absolutely has it out for you, you spend most of the time trying to escape him.

GE Saeran Choi  Fluffy Headcanons

GE Saeran always makes very over the top hot chocolates for the both of you. He has an arsenal of whipped cream, syrups, chocolate shavings and sprinkles. His hot chocolate is better than any you could buy in a store. He’ll make one for you whenever you ask, and then sometimes just to surprise you if it looks like you’re having a bad day.

GE Saeran ends up getting two cavities in his first few years of living freely. He does look after his teeth, but he let his sweet-tooth go little bit wild with all the new foods he got to try, it was all so new and fun to him, he just wanted to try everything! He took much better care of his teeth after that, but the trip to the dentist was quite a weird one since he’d never been before. 

Slight Angst: Saeran always serves your food first and makes sure there’s always extra helpings if you want it. He usually puts a little bit more on your plate than what you would usually eat. He never quite gets over the guilt of taking your food away at Magenta, so he spends the rest of his time making sure you have more than enough to eat now.

He likes to constantly buy you little gifts that he sees when he��s out and about that remind him of you. A little notebook in your favourite colour? A little forget-me-not necklace? A candle that smells like your perfume? He’d added them all to his cart. 

After lip kisses, Saeran loves giving cheek and hand kisses to you. For him, he really loves getting head kisses and he thinks it’s extra cute when you plant a little kiss onto the tip of his nose.

V/Jihyun Kim Fluffy Headcanons 

V usually wakes up first, unless he was working late in his studio. He wakes you up with a kiss to the forehead, a cup of coffee and soft words. After he’s put your drink on the table, he’ll climb back into bed with you and cuddle until you’re properly awake.

He actually enjoys baking with you. Well, he likes to help you bake and then he gets to do the decorating. You usually bring a cake to any RFA hangouts and it’s always very obvious when V’s helped you bake because it feels like he goes out of his way to put a piece of gallery-worthy art onto a cake with food colourings and icings. He thinks it makes it tastes better, and you have to agree. 

In recent years, V’s been considering trying a more plant-based diet. He thinks he’d like to try vegetarianism, but he’s frequently spend periods of time as a pescatarian, especially after he’s come back from travelling. It also means that he gets to practice cooking more too.

[justice4canyonmoon]

#54 with brothers best friend!harry plssss 🫂

#54-“These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want.”

hi!! I made this with college age students because I definitely would feel uncomfortable writing this with the main characters being minors. obviously they're in the US bc most other countries can drink at 18 and the mc's are 19. hope you like it!!!

warnings: smut!!! 18+ only!!! wall sex

wc: 975

You lived with your older brother, Zayn, and you told him that you were sleeping over at one of your friend’s apartment. But actually, you were at a frat party. You technically weren’t even supposed to be at one, since you were 19. But hey, a lot of the other people here weren’t supposed to be, either. You liked the atmosphere. You could make friends with drunk sorority girls for the night, beat all of the frat boys at beer pong, and get free drinks. And you knew Zayn’s hot best friend, Harry, was supposed to be there tonight, too.

This particular party had a pool table, and Harry, as well as his friend Niall, were at the table, facing off against two frat boys you didn’t recognize. They were nearing the end of the game, only three balls remained on the table. You turned to grab a beer can and heard shouts of joy from the table. You looked back up and saw Harry and Niall high-fiving while the other frat boys cheered for them. Evidently, they had won. Harry’s eyes scanned around the room, looking at all of the other boys, but then they landed on you. A smirk painted across his features as he wandered over to you.

“And what’s Miss Malik doing around here?”

“Having a night out, what does it look like I’m doing?” you retorted.

Harry chuckled, eyes looking you up and down, “Always a fiery one, aren’t yeh?”

“I’d like to think so. Pretty brazen of you to be checking me out right in front of my face.”

“Thought it was already pretty obvious how attracted I am to yeh, and also how attracted yeh are t’ me,” he said with a cheeky smirk.

Your face grew slightly warm, “Thought I was a bit sneakier than that.”

He laughed again, “Not really. But I don’t mind. Quite the opposite, actually.”

“Would that mean you’d want to go upstairs with me?”

“Though yeh’d never ask.”

Harry took your hand and led you through the throngs of frat boys to one of the unoccupied bedrooms upstairs. Before you knew it, you were pressed up against the wall with Harry’s lips pressed to yours. Your arms wound around his neck as you kissed back, and his hands gripped your waist tightly, holding you to him. Suddenly, he was spinning you around to face the wall, shoving your pants and underwear down your legs.

“Need t’ be inside yeh s’ bad. Know that if we do anythin else, ‘m gonna blow m’ load way too fast.”

You giggled softly as you heard him unzip his jeans and remove them, as well as his boxers, “That desperate for me?”

“Been desperate for yeh ever since we first met,” he confessed, fishing a condom out of the pocket of his jeans.

You heard Harry rip open the condom packet and roll it over himself. Soon, the tip of his cock was rubbing between your folds, spreading your wetness around.

“Please, Harry. Want you to fuck me,” you begged, hoping to spur him on.

It worked, and he pushed his length into your waiting hole. He was big, bigger than the few partners you had had before, so it took a bit of time for you to adjust to his size. But soon, you were ready.

“Please move,” you told him.

And he obliged. His cock left you almost completely before slamming back in, taking a brutal pace right from the start. You clamped one of your hands over your mouth to keep yourself from screaming in pleasure as he began pounding into you.

But Harry wasn’t having it. He reached forward and wrenched your hand away from your mouth.

“These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want. Wanna hear all of the pretty sounds yeh make,” he growled as he pistoned into you.

A loud moan escaped you at his words and the intensity of his thrusts. His cock hit all of the right places inside of you as he slammed into you over and over again. You had never felt this good in your life, the pleasure overwhelming you in the best way possible. Harry’s hands creeped upward to play with your tits, rubbing, pinching, and twisting the hardened nubs of your nipples as he fucked you.

“Fuck, Har,” you whined, “just like that.”

“Gettin close, aren’t yeh? Can feel how fuckin tight y’ squeezin me,” Harry correctly predicted.

You nodded, desperate moans falling from your lips as he pounded into you with all of his strength. You reached down to play with your clit as Harry continued to fondle your breasts. That was all you needed to orgasm, screaming his name as you coated his cock with your release. The wetness of your walls got him close, and before he knew it, Harry was cumming into the condom, moaning your name.

After a few minutes, Harry pulled out and said, “Fuck that was good.”

You nodded, watching him as he tied off the condom and threw it away, “Yeah, it was really good.”

“Ever want a repeat?” he asked.

“Definitely. That was too good to pass up,” you replied.

He leaned forward and kissed you, “Good t’ know.”

Both you and Harry flopped onto the bed together, falling asleep quickly. When you woke up the following morning, he was gone, but he left a note for you.

Had to go to work. Help yourself to anything in the fridge before you head out. Text me anytime you want to go again, I had a lot of fun last night ;)

(xxx) xxx-xxxx

Harry

It might be risky business fucking Harry behind your brother’s back, but you were willing to take that risk. It would be a shame to let that dick go to waste.

[sevendeadlymorons]

Um so do you do femdom? Or does that gross you out if yes and if your not comfortable with that it’s alright!! I just haven’t seen that much and if you know any blogs could you recommend me to some? If your okay with it, would it be alright to have a soft fem dom mc..? Just she just dresses the boys nice and cute maybe some lingerie or skirts I just love seeing gnc and cute stuff on the boys and again if your not comfortable!!

Asmodeous,Levi, and belphie&beel (udonthavetodobeelifudontwanttoijustlikebigboyo)

((Againifurnotcomfortable))

Oh god, no, it doesn’t gross me out! I like the variety I got going on, on my blog! x

I can’t think of any femdom blogs currently sorry, but I’ll definitely write your request :)

I’ll do all of them, hun, no problem~

Brothers Reaction to Soft Dom F!MC Dressing Them Up

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Lucifer

At first, the idea of being dressed up ‘cutely’ by you is never gonna ever be his thing

But that look on your face as you held up a small skirt and some hair clips, yeah, his heart was literally in his throat

Look... He’ll do it but don’t expect him to like it!

God, he loves it, he loves being around you

You got lucky. It was just the two of you in the house so plenty of time to be alone and not be interrupted as the almighty Lucifer was stood in front of a mirror in a rose red skirt and hair clips

You reach up to kiss his cheek; pulling his face to face yours to give him a passionate kiss, feeling him smile on your lips

Mammon

He’s honestly pretty chill about it after complaining for a good 10 minutes

You pick out his outfit for him because you knew he’d mitch-match if you let him do it himself, and you know damn well he’s gonna be feelin himself when he finally wears it

Never in his life would he ever had thought he’d be modelling for a human wearing a little scrunchie in his hair and a frilly yellow dress

He walks over to you and runs his hands through your hair, twirling it around his fingers whilst you’re kissing all over his face and messing with the hem of his dress playfully

He definitely without a doubt believes he’s in heaven right now and he never wants to ever leave it

Leviathan

It honestly didn’t take long at all to convince him to wear this cute outfit you picked out for him

He’s always wanted to wear a maid dress with you. He has another, you’re matching with him whether you like it or not

You sit and braid a little plait into his hair as he returns the favour, sitting you down between his legs as he braids your hair gently

He’s actually pretty confident in that dress you picked out with the matching flower crown to go with it

You wrap your arms around his waist, playing with the apron of his outfit and kissing his blush

You’ll be doing this so much more often with him

Satan

Not too sure where the idea came from or why he was meant to do it but those cat ears looked pretty tempting

Not too much fuss was made except for the fact he didn’t properly fit in the skirt you brought him but you made the adjustments eventually

He’s loving the praise he’s getting off you as he looks in the mirror with his little cat ears and green Lacy skirt on, your hands placed on his hips as you look at his body too

It wasn’t so bad as he felt your arms wrap around his waist, lift him up and sit him down on your lap on the bed, stroking his hair

He leans back into your touch, enjoying the attention and the constant words of affirmation of how good he looks in a skirt

Asmodeus

He’s thrilled when you bring in piles of cute clothes, including lingerie, skirts, dresses and accessories

You pick out his outfit as he happily gets dressed for you, making little ‘ooh’ noises as he spins around in the bright pink, tight ass, see through dress you picked out, watching it stick and accentuate his body

He put on lingerie underneath too so you could see the Lacy material from underneath his dress

You stick a little hairband in his hair to push his fringe back and kiss his cheek

He kisses you back as his hands rest on your curves and your hands rest on his shoulders, pulling him in

You mess with the zipper of his dress and feel his smile on your lips, enjoying where this was all going~

Beelzebub

He’s down for whatever as long as it makes you happy honestly

He was slightly worried he’d rip your cute outfits though, but you assured him they’d fit him perfectly

And you were correct as he stares at himself in the mirror, fully dressed up in the sweetest skirt and apron he’s ever seen

He turns round to face you, a big smile on his lips as you reach up to grab his face, pulling him down for a kiss and to tell him how adorable he looks

It wasn’t every day he was called cute so he really enjoyed hearing it from you and couldn’t stop blushing

He also lowkey wants to keep the dress because you looked so damn happy when he wore it

Belphegor

Ehhh... lost cause

But not until he sees your face as you hold up a sleek black nightgown and bunny clips just for him

He sighs and sits up, telling you to dress him as he’s still tired and obviously you comply as you start to strip him of his clothes, getting distracted by him almost dragging you down to nap

You finally get the clothes on him and you drag him up to the mirror by his hands, watching his eyes scan over his body as a small smile spreads across his lips

You kiss his forehead as you slip in the hair clips, moving his hair so you can see both of his eyes

You drag him down into bed with you and stroke his hair soothingly, none stop telling him how cute he looks

Ok... well, I didn’t exactly know how to make this a F!MC with no mention of genitalia involved buuut... I tried and indicated it here and there. I really hope this wasn’t too trash but this was real fuckin sweet, so thanks, anon :)

[arcadejohn127-9]

:O your requests are open! :D i really like your writing, and I'd like to request the brothers(+undateables if your okay with that) with an MC who really hates apples, and the brothers handed them an apple and they threw it at the brother purely on instinct? I have a weird hatred for apples, and I git handed an apple and yeeted it at the person, completely on reflex/instinc, I felt pretty bad but they were laughing, so something like that? Though if you don't want to do it, then that's totally okay! Don't overwork yourself :) stay safe, have a nice day!

I----

Interesting! This is definitely comedic and something I can do! I'm so happy you enjoy my writing! Stay safe yourself and have a nice day!

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You were focusing on your phone; scrolling through devilgram as you lazily lounged on your sofa but you saw apples pop up on your feed. A new Apple based recipe coming up on some of the feed blogs you've followed.

You weren't really sure how to bring up your DISDAIN for apples. Your absolute HATRED for them. Was it the texture? The taste? Who knows- you didn't! You just couldn't stand them.

You knew it was silly so you never brought it up. The poison apples in the Devildom only made your hate even more prominent.

You were so caught up on your thoughts so you didn't expect someone to give you one, telling you to eat. Out of pure instinct you just chucked it to the closest person in the room.

Lucifer:

Didn't expect you to throw it at him

Hit him right in the shoulder

He saw you lounging on the sofa and noticed you haven't ate yet

He stared at his shoulder, wincing as he rubbed it

You let out a scared apology

Dreading his reaction but he caught you off guard

He bursted out laughing, his brow raised as he just stared at you chuckling

"Was you really that startled? I didn't think an apple would scare you that much."

"i- I guess so...is your shoulder okay?"

He nodded, the pain already subsiding

"I'll be sure to keep your Apple instincts in mind next time."

Mammon:

He screamed in fright

Screamed more when it hit him right in the nose

You immediately shot up and rushed over to his side

"Mammon-! I'm so sorry-"

He immediately started bursting into laughter, stopping to sneeze but it never happened

You couldn't help but giggle at his struggles between uncontrollable laughter and stopping as if he was about to sneeze

"You HAD to aim for the nose! You damn rascal!"

He tried to smack you but got caught off guard feeling his sneeze actually arrive

"I'm sorry! But why are you sneezing?!"

"I sneeze when i hurt my nose."

You laughed even harder as he sniffled

"WHAT??!!"

"Did you seriously feel that threatened by a little apple ya had to throw it me?!"

"........yes."

This became an inside joke for you two quickly after

You smacked his nose and watched him struggle to sneeze and he'd give you apples to throw at people

Levithan:

It hit him right in the dickins

How it got that low was a shock to both of you

You tried not to laugh as he clutched his crotch, whimpering and slowly sinking the floor

"Levi, I'm so sorry, hopefully it didn't absolutely destory it."

You both just stared at each other before the both of you bursted out laughing

"I'm never doing that again- you could of shot it off with that throw!"

He winced, adjusting to sitting up as the pain subsided

"Are you okay though? It looked like it hurt."

"I'm fine, are you going to do that if I give you more fruit? I don't blame for not liking it."

"no, just apples - promise."

"you're a weird human but could we test how your throw again some time? I might need your help."

Satan:

It hit him in the side of the face

You felt your heart drop straight to the floor

It wasn't too long ago Satan was chewing out levi

Internally this was Satan:

"you ******* I will ************ rip your **** right out of your ******* spine and pull it through your nose ***** ***** ******************************************************* that hurt!"

Meanwhile the outside of him was just rubbing his cheek/ear

You screamed out an apology, fearing this was your last day

But he just chuckled, waving his hand

"it was an accident, let it be a reminder I don't surprise you like that."

You still frowned

"I'm still really sorry....does it hurt alot? I can get you some ice-"

"No need, it'll be fine, no more apples for you though."

"I have no issue with that, I hate apples."

You both laughed, but you stared at him, completely serious

"I'm not kidding, I literally despise them and will keep throwing them out of instinct."

It felt good to finally let that out

But Satan just bursted out laughing

A high pitched wheeze leaving him

Asmodeus:

Just caught it in time except in his scramble to catch it he got scared by your sudden throw

He football kicked the apple by accident and it went flying through the window

"Let's not tell anyone, I'd rather not have Lucifer on me for breaking something."

"my lips are sealed - trust me."

He wiped his hands, pouting

"I try to give you something nice and you just throw it at me! What's that all about?!"

You cringed, guilty about your reaction

But you couldn't help it!

It was something you couldn't control!

"Sorry, I just do that...with apples."

He let out a sudden snort/scoff

Raising his brow at you

"I'm never giving you one again but~ if I were to get you to throw them at people, you wouldn't mind, would you?"

You shook your head, laughing at his eagerness to cause issues

He couldn't help but laugh himself

"I'll do it if you give me something in return, okay?"

He happily agreed, nodding and throwing his arms around you

Though the moment ended when you both heard Lucifer outside

He found the Apple.....oh no

Beezlebub:

Man built like a brick wall

He couldn't catch it and it hit him right in the chest

The apple got DENTED

You couldn't even think about apologizing as you couldn't stop your fit of laughter

The dented apple just rolled to your feet

"you didn't want an apple?"

You shook your head furiously

"no- sorry, did that hurt? It dented-"

"I didn't feel a thing, do you want a different snack?"

You nodded

He soon came back with food for himself and another healthy snack, offering you a sip of his smoothie

He sat with you, eating his food pile

"I hate apples....it's best no one gives me one."

"You had an impressive throw, I think you'd well in the R.A.D athlete team."

"wait- really?! Thank you!"

He agreed, humming as he ate

It was safe to say he got you an apple to show your throwing skills without thinking about your throw

It got you a good score and even got praised for your instinct

Belphegor:

The apple bonked him in the head

His forhead getting suddenly attacked

You rushed to his side, moving his fringe

"are you okay?! It's not bruising is it?! I'm so sorry!"

But he just started laughing

"I didn't expect that! You gonna do that everytime Someone surprises you?"

"no just apples - stop laughing! It isn't - It's not funny-!"

But you started to laugh too

"I'm not hurt, don't worry."

He huffed as he moved his fringe back over his eye again

You really weren't sure why he insisted on his emo hairstyle but it was best not to question it

"Shame you aren't, I could of kissed it better."

Without missing a single beat

He suddenly clutched his head, howling in agony

"THE PAIN!!! ah!!! The pain-! You must kiss it better or else I will die."

You rolled your eyes

Moving his fringe once again and gave his forhead a quick kiss

He suddenly hugged you but it wasn't long before he fell asleep

You landed on the floor

Letting out a pained 'oof' as you tried to shove him off you

But he refused to budge

Muttering a sleepy 'revenge'

[drabbles-mc]

First Impressions

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request by @eversonaive​ : Could do a fic on the reader meeting Juice when he has the sign stuck to his chest only to find out later he is the club's intelligence officer lol

Part 2 can be found Here

Warnings: language, Juice being an embarrassed lil cutie

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I loved writing this. Flustered Juice gives me life lmao. I hope it’s what you had in mind! I peppered in a couple other of our SAMCRO boys because why not?

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You couldn’t pretend that you weren’t surprised, and a little off-put by the scene in front of you. You looked around, wondering why you felt like you were the only one who saw what you were seeing. Everyone else was walking by, minding their own business, but you couldn’t pretend that you didn’t notice.

Crouching down, you pressed your fingers gently against the side of his neck, and you were rewarded with a fairly steady pulse. Relief flooded through you, glad you weren’t going to have to report a dead body. However, you weren’t quite sure how to handle the scene in front of you.

Gently nudging him, you tried to wake him up. He let out a soft groan but didn’t fully wake up. With a heavy sigh, you shook him a little harder but weren’t able to wake him. Pressing your lips together into a thin line, you patted the side of his face. You saw his brows furrow and twitch and you knew that he was almost awake.

“Hey,” you shook him and patted his cheek again, “you good?”

With a groan and what seemed like more effort than it should’ve taken, he slowly started to open his eyes. Part of you wanted to laugh because he seemed like he was probably going to be alright, but more than anything you were just confused.

“You alright? Looks like you’ve had…a time.”

He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at the state of himself. The fact that he didn’t seem shocked and appalled spoke volumes. With a quiet grunt, he forced himself to his feet.

“Do I have to be worried about you?” you couldn’t help but to look him up and down again. With a chuckle and a shake of his head he reassured you that he was fine, which did little to actually make you feel better, “There somewhere I should be take you?”

He laughed, “No. Don’t worry. Thank you for, uh, waking me up. Way better than getting kicked by the cops,” he shook his head.

“Small miracles,” you had to laugh.

“Yea,” he glanced down at the sign on his chest and you could tell from the look in his eyes that he was weighing the pros and cons of ripping it off right then and there, “I should go. I’m uh,” he gestured to the cardboard, “apparently late for my eight o’clock feeding.”

You smiled and shook your head, “Well that’s unfortunate.”

With a deep breath he pulled the sign from his chest and you both cringed. He cursed under his breath from the pain of it before folding it and tucking it underneath his arm. He gave you a lopsided grin and a small wave before turning and walking in the other direction away from you. You stood there, feeling like you should be offering him a shirt, or something to at least tie around his waist, but he seemed pretty unbothered by it all, so you let him go. You shook your head to yourself as you continued on your way, unable to believe what a weird day you’d already had.

A few days went by and you hadn’t forgotten about your run-in on the street that morning. It was a tough scene to forget. You didn’t want to believe that that was going to be the first and last time you ever saw him. If nothing else, you just wanted some closure on the situation, and you also wanted to know how the hell he ended up like that.

Your mind had wandered back to that situation as you stood outside your car waiting for the tow truck. You knew that your car was on its last leg to begin with, and that you should’ve set about looking for a new one some time ago, but you just kept putting it off. The thought of shopping for one, and then paying for one was overwhelming. You were paying for it in an entirely different way now, though. You knew that fixing whatever was wrong with your car was probably going to cost more than it was worth. So, to distract yourself from thinking about that, you thought about literally anything else as you sat half propped up onto your hood.

You’d gone to Teller-Morrow one other time, maybe twice, since you’d moved just outside of Charming. You didn’t remember anything about it, though—you were in and out quick for an oil change or something equally innocuous. There weren’t a whole lot of options for mechanics to begin with, let alone ones that would also tow. Plus you figured since they were local, it wouldn’t take them too long to get to you.

About twenty minutes later the tow-truck pulled up, and you were a mix of relieved and apprehensive. Two men stepped out, and your first thought was that they couldn’t have carried themselves more differently from each other if they tried. The taller one approached you, adjusting his beanie slightly as he did, while the other scampered around to start hooking the truck up to your car.

“So,” he walked up to you, a small smile on his face for a moment as he looked at you, “what seems to be the problem?”

You chuckled and shook your head as you clocked the name stitched into his work shirt, “Well, it stopped running. That’s about all I know, Opie,” you smiled at him.

He laughed, nodding his head slightly, “Sounds like a pretty serious issue, then.”

“I’d say so.”

He glanced back to make sure that your car had been hooked up alright, “You need to be dropped off somewhere, or you got a ride?”

You sighed, resting your hand on the back of your neck as you thought, “Would I be able to ride back to the shop with you guys?”

He nodded, “Sure thing. Long as you don’t mind Kip staring at you the whole time,” he gestured over to the man who was waiting by the door of the tow truck.

You laughed, “Staring I can handle.”

When they pulled into the lot at the mechanics, Opie got out and instructed Kip to take care of the rest. He looked over to you and gestured to the office, “Gemma will get you all set up. We’ll get it right on the lift and try to figure out what’s going on.”

You nodded, “Thank you, appreciate it.”

You knocked lightly on the door to the office and she called for you to come in. She got you all squared away with your paperwork to get everything started. You let her know that if it ended up being more than a certain amount to just not bother and scrap it, or to give it back and you would take care of that part yourself. You weren’t in a position to be paying more than the car was worth. There was sympathy present in her eyes as she listened to you, nodding along. You hated the feeling of pity but you couldn’t deny that you’d landed yourself into a bit of a hole.

She was walking you back out of the office, “We’ll give you a call when we’ve got some numbers for you, sweetheart.”

“Sounds good. Thank you guys so much.”

“Need us to call you a cab?”

You shook your head, “No, no I’ll be alright. Thank you though.”

You were walking across the lot, pulling out your phone as you did to try and figure out who you were going to call to come and pick you up. There was a sudden influx of noise and voices. And despite the fact that you heard it, you still didn’t look up.

The only thing that snapped you out of your thoughts was the feeling of someone’s shoulder bumping into yours. You looked up and both of you were in the middle of apologizing when your eyes met his. Neither of you could hide the shock on your faces as you took each other in.

He looked a lot different when he wasn’t coming out of a mild coma. And also when he was fully dressed with an MC kutte on. You’d missed out on the fact that he was handsome in the midst of worrying about his well-being the last time you saw him.

“Oh shit,” he laughed, “hey.”

“Uh, hey,” you couldn’t help but to stare at him, “I didn’t…expect to see you here. Or again in general, for that matter.”

Another man in a kutte appeared, draping his arm around the shoulder of the man that you were talking to, “Juicy,” he said, “who’s your friend?”

He wore his nerves on his face, “Um. She’s not, uh, she’s—”

You cut him off to save him the trouble, holding out your hand, “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he let your name roll off his tongue, “nice to meet you. I’m Jax,” he paused, looking back and forth between you and the man next to him, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together, “Sorry to interrupt,” you could see that he was biting back a laugh.

“No, you’re…you’re good,” you reassured him, “Nothing to interrupt. Just, um, a little surprised by,” you gestured to the two of them and to the clubhouse behind them, “all of this.”

“Well then I gotta ask,” Jax continued to stare at Juice who seemed to be getting more and more shy by the second, “how do you know Charming’s favorite Puerto Rican Intelligence Officer?”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that slipped past your lips, “Intelligence Officer?”

Jax nodded, clapping Juice on the back as though he thought he was hyping him up, “For the club, yea. Can find out anything about anyone. Also our resident tech guy.”

You chuckled, unable to lie and say that you weren’t a little impressed, “Impressive. Guess we didn’t have time to get into all that last time we met.”

“Oh?” Jax looked back and forth between the two of you, embarrassment creeping onto Juice’s features.

“Yea, he was running a behind schedule. Had places to be.”

Jax looked over at him, “Where the hell did you have to be that could’ve been more important, bro?”

Juice ran his hands down his face, knowing that he was going to have to cop to it sooner or later, “When we met I was, um…she actually…” he shook his head, “She’s the one who woke me up the other day. Made sure I was alright.”

The entire incident had clearly already faded from Jax’s memory because he looked as lost as he had been before Juice said anything. You smiled, “I made sure he eventually made it to his eight o’clock feeding.”

Recognition flashed across Jax’s face and he laughed, “Jesus. Sorry you had to be a part of that.”

“Sure, her you’ll apologize to,” Juice rolled his eyes.

“She didn’t deserve it,” Jax chuckled and shook his head, “Well it was nice meeting you, Y/N. I’ll leave Juice to try and clean up whatever mess he might’ve made.”

He walked away from the both of you and you could head him laughing to himself as he approached the rest of the guys. You and Juice stood there facing each other, neither one of you really knowing what to say.

You broke the silence, “Won’t lie to you, Juice,” it felt nice to finally be able to address him as something, “over the past few days when I’ve been trying to think about what your life was like for it to land you in that situation, this wasn’t what I had in mind.”

“You’ve been thinkin’ about me?” he smirked.

You laughed, rolling your eyes, “You made quite the impression,” you looked him in the eyes, “I’m glad you’re alright though.”

He chuckled, “Not the worst thing they’ve ever done to me.”

You smiled and shook your head, “Well that’s a little concerning.”

“Sorry you got, uh, subjected to that,” he shook his head, “wrong place, wrong time.”

You waited for him to meet your gaze and you flashed him a smile, “I wouldn’t quite say that.”

There was a light in his eyes that was so enticing, “Right. Well. I’m glad I got a chance to make a better first impression. Sort of. Maybe,” he laughed. There were a few beats of silence before he spoke up again, “What brings you here anyway?”

You nodded towards the garage, “Car broke down.”

“Shit.”

Your laugh was a hollow, “Yea. Fucking sucks. Hoping they can fix it without bleeding me dry.”

Juice thought hard about it for a few moments, “I’ll take a look at it. I’ll see what I can do, see if I can get you a deal or something.”

“Yea?” you couldn’t hide your relief.

He nodded, “Yea. Least I could do.”

“You’d really be saving my ass.”

He laughed, “Guess that would make us even.”

You chuckled and nodded, “Guess so.”

He paused for a moment, eyes glued to the pavement, “If you want, you could, uh, you could give me your number,” he looked up at you, “and I’ll give you a call when I get it all sorted.”

You smiled, “Alright. Sounds good,” you held out your hand for his phone and quickly added your number to his contacts, “Hope to hear from you soon, Juice.”

“Juan,” he said quietly as he took the phone back from you.

“Hm?”

He looked at you, “Juan. My name is Juan.”

You smiled, “Well, then, Juan, I’ll talk to you soon,” you paused and bit back a laugh, “Try to keep yourself out of sticky situations, alright?”

“Well now at least I have you to call just in case,” he smirked.

“Won’t be able to come and get you until you fix my car,” you chuckled, “So at least be careful for a few days.”

“I think I can do that.”

“Good,” you stepped in and gave him a quick hug, “Thank you, Juan, seriously.”

“It’s not a problem. I’ll, I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Looking forward to it,” you flashed him a smile before turning and continuing your way out of the parking lot.

You chanced a look back over your shoulder and saw that he was still standing there staring at you with a smile and a dreamy look on his face. You laughed and shook your head as you turned back around. There was something to be said about memorable first impressions, and something told you that you had landed yourself in an adventure when you met him. You were excited to find out what was in store.

[lunarmessenger]

Hi!!!!!!!! I just love jealous RFA so what their (plus minor duo but only if it’s not too much) reaction would be if girl confessed and they thought it’d be for RFA but turns out it’s for MC? And I love your chibi drawings that’s so precious >~<

Ohho, aren’t you precious? I actually love this concept omg thank you so much for your request!! Sorry it took me a bit to get it written out ;;; - luna xx

warnings: none really? just a bit of jealousy and possessiveness haha

Zen:

• He’s literally so butt hurt

• He’s so used to admirers swarming the two of you to get his autograph or try to pine for his number

• While he gladly gives autographs for fans and even pictures, he always respectfully declined those who asked for his number

• He just loved seeing the slight tint of red on your cheeks when you got jealous and that’s why he wasn’t normally so forceful of telling other people no when they asked for his number

• Until one day you had went to go grab some water during one of Zen’s breaks at rehearsal

• One of his coworkers, a beautiful woman with long black hair and the perfect figure strolled up she reminded him a bit of Jumin honestly

• He was actually a little nervous to tell her no because he didn’t want to cause a scene but he would do it for you because he loves you

• So he begrudgingly held out his hand and she plops a piece of paper into it, a smirk on her face as he takes a deep breath

• “Look, I know that you and I work together but that doesn’t mean I’m available—”

• “Tell them that when they’re done with you, they should give me a call.”

• That’s when it clicks for him as he notices the way her dark eyes loom over your approaching figure, her tongue licking her lips as she winks at him then walks away

• He’s so infuriated that it hurts

• “Everything okay, Zen?”

• He rips the paper into so many pieces you didn’t even think that was possible

• “How about you go home, MC; I’ll tell you about it later.”

• You laughed for ages and teased him about it for weeks because, well

• “You’re not the only hot one in this relationship, Zen.”

Yoosung

• He’s always super bashful when girls in his class try to ask him out because he rarely finds himself attractive

• You were the same in a way; you were more confident than him, but still shy when people complimented you

• So while the two of you are on his campus, you holding flashcards in front of him to help him study

• You started to smile at a girl that approached the two of you, cheeks blazing pink as she stuttered over her words

• Her blue eyes were wide as she tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, looking as if she was taking deep breaths to calm herself

• “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I’ve seen you both around for a while, and I just…well…”

• Yoosung turns just as pink, brows furrowing as he stutters over his words too

• “I appreciate it but I am taken!”

• For a moment the girl furrows her brows in confusion, adjusting the straps of her backpack as she tilts her head

• “Um…okay? Anyway, I think you’re really attractive and so; please accept my letter!”

• Both of your jaws drop as she kneels down and hands the letter towards you, hands trembling as you take it and nod

• “Aha, um…thank you?”

• She scurries off before you can even turn it over, and when you do you see your name written in beautiful penmanship surrounded by hearts

• Before you can even open it, Yoosung has snatched it out of your hands

• “Wha—Yoosung!”

• His purple eyes were clouded with anger as he rips it to shreds, an almost growl escaping his lips as he grunts

• “You’re mine. No need to read this letter when it’s gonna end up in the trash.”

• You couldn’t help but laugh at his possessiveness, tackling him in a hug and peppering his face with kisses as you shook your head.

• “What am I going to do with you?”

Jaehee

• She’s not the jealous type usually

• Like you can mention in passing that you were hit on and it won’t phase her a bit

• When it happens in front of her though? That’s a bit different;;;;

• Men tend to hit on the both of you often so that doesn’t phase her much but when it’s women?? Uh oh

• A really sweet woman was frequenting the bakery often; she would always get the same treat and the same drink, sitting at a table by the window

• She was quite pretty; short curly hair and tanned skin that had been specially kissed by the sun

• Jaehee was making the coffee for the next order when you’d gone to check on every table, stopping at hers and asking if she’d like another

• “No, thank you but…I was wondering. Would you like to go out for dinner some time?”

• Before you’d had a chance to respond you heard the sound of ceramic crashing, the mug Jaehee was holding now in pieces on the floor as she looked in your direction

• “Ah, while I’m flattered, I do have a girlfriend…;;;”

• The woman was understanding, putting two and two together as Jaehee rushed to pick up the mug and stomped into the back area

• “Jaehee! Jae, omg why are you so mad please—”

• “Because you’re my partner and how dare she think for a second that—”

• You interrupted her with a kiss and that shut her up quickly

• “You should be possessive more often. I actually like it…”

• “Shut up, MC.”

Jumin

• He has plenty of women in the business world that try to win his heart even though you’ve already done that lol

• So he’s actually quite surprised when you join him for a business meeting and he notices one of the women staring at you

• It’s so painfully obvious he’s actually offended that she isn’t hiding it

• She peers up at you through her bangs that frame her face, short hair styled perfectly as she leans back in her office chair

• Jumin couldn’t even focus and in minutes the meeting was over and she was instantly at your side

• “What?” He’s stunned, watching as she gently takes your hand in hers and kisses it

• “I’ve heard plenty about you, MC. While I’m sure Jumin appreciates you as a business asset, I would love to get to know you on a more personal level.”

• He is livid

• Before you can respond he’s wrapped an arm around you and snatched you away from her, a smirk on her face as he frowns at her

• “I’d appreciate if you let their hand go. We have business to tend to; at home. Come along, MC.”

• “Jumin oh—” He has you pressed so close to him that you can smell his cologne, your face flushed from embarrassment as she grins

• “It was nice meeting you!”

• Jumin scoffs as he escorts you out of the meeting room

• You’re shocked; he’s never lost control like that, not even when men would make passes at you during events or dinner parties

• “So, what was that?”

• “We will not be discussing this, MC. Now, would you like French, or Italian for lunch?”

• You grin as you get in the elevator with him, pressing a small kiss to his cheek

• “No matter what, Jumin. You’re the one for me.”

707

• He makes so many jokes about the women that fawn over him that he too his stunned when a woman confesses their love for you

• It was during an RFA party, and you’d worn a particularly flattering outfit that accentuated all the right places

• He was watching you from afar when he noticed a woman with equal beauty walk up to you, long blonde hair and brown eyes drinking you in as she slightly leaned against you

• “Oh, it looks like I’ve had too much to drink; maybe you’d like to take me home? I’ve been an admirer of yours for a while…”

• You’re so embarrassed that you don’t know what to say; a clutter of “ums” and “uhs” leaving your mouth as you tried to make sure she didn’t fall

• With you holding her up it gave her a chance to press against you even more so much so that you could feel and see most of her chest oh god Saeyoung help me

• “Oh~ I am also way too drunk and love showing off my boobs to make people like me!”

• You immediately drop the woman in shock when you see your boyfriend waltzing towards you in a dress, a long red wig swishing behind him as he lands on you

• It couldn’t be helped; you were laughing so hard that you nearly fell over, Saeyoung grinning as he sneered at the woman who looked at the two of you in confusion

• “Wait…what?”

• “Oh! I’m sorry miss um, but uh, this is my boyfriend—”

• “Who happily takes them home every night so if you’d please let us be that would be the most polite!” He says in a sing song voice, placing a hand on your chest as you snort

• You’d never seen a woman walk away so fast in your life

• “Good riddance…how classless.”

• “Saeyoung you literally put on a dress just to be petty.”

• “That’s different MC.”

V

• He receives admirers from all over who adore mainly his work; and it doubles when they realize how handsome the painter is

• During an exhibition he’d gathered a rather large crowd, mostly women which wasn’t surprising

• It didn’t bother you much; you trusted V, and he always made it clear that he was happy in his relationship with you to all of the women who tried to grow close to him

• You’d gone to a different section of the gallery to take a minute to yourself, staring at V’s painting of you that he’d done with a fond smile

• “While he is talented, he surely will never be able to capture the beauty of the real thing.”

• You turned your head in surprise to see a woman staring at you, red lips and sharp green eyes piercing as she held out a glass of champagne towards you

• “Oh, well um…thank you.”

• “Of course. I understand the appeal to him but…I like to think that his partner is much more enticing.”

• You couldn’t help but blush as you stared at your bubbling champagne

• Then, the familiar smell of lavender and cedar danced across your nose, your head turning to see V approaching

• “You’re absolutely right, miss. They are the most enticing, and that’s why I made them mine. Now, if you’ll excuse us.”

• He plucks the champagne out of your hand and places it on the bench beside you, whisking you away while the woman pouts and hurries off

• “Um, V?”

• He hides the two of you in a dark hallway, closed off from the gallery as he presses you against the wall

• “I don’t know how you do this all the time MC; that was painful for me to see. Promise me that I’m the only one you’ll ever look at?”

• You giggle as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pressing your forehead against his as you whisper

• “I promise. She’s no match for you, my love.”

• He seals the promise with a kiss, savoring your taste as he breathes out

• “Let’s just stay like this for a little longer…”

Saeran

• He’s so shy already that when he receives confessions from women he literally shuts down

• It’s even worse when women confess their love to you like what???

• He understands because he’s knows that you’re beautiful and that you’re such an amazing person

• But you’re also his like excuse me?

• You’re enjoying your lunch in the park that you always take once a week

• You were sketching in your journal while he explained the different plants you were seeing; it was one of your favorite pass times to do before it got too late

• The two of you were unaware that your sketching and laughter had gained the attention of another, who was working up the courage to confess

• She’d finally gained said courage, walking up with a brand new journal as she cleared her throat

• “Um…excuse me?”

• You both turned your eyes towards her, freckles dotting her shy face as she handed the book to you

• “I always see you drawing and, well, you’re really good. So I wanted you to have this.”

• You were shocked; such kindness from a stranger. But this was a gift you couldn’t accept.

• “Oh, thank you so much! But I can’t accept this, really because—”

• “Because I am their boyfriend.” You didn’t expect him to speak up, head snapping towards him in surprise

• He wasn’t angry just more apologetic; he’d experienced the same fear of rejection when he was pursuing you and he knew that what she was feeling wasn’t good

• “Oh, I see. Okay. Well, I’ll leave you two alone then.”

• She walked away dejected while he reached for your hand

• “I think I’ve just experienced jealousy and I didn’t like it much.”

• You giggled, resting your head in his lap as you looked at him

• “You handled it graciously, darling. Let’s enjoy the sun then head home.”

[cultgambles]

Forgotten Lunch (Jumin Han x Reader)

This was originally posted as a little blurb but why the hell not put the whole thing am i rite?? Like, i wasn’t sure if tumblr would take it down bc of the whole ban, but the other writings have been up haha

Summary: Jumin thinks his MC comes to the office for a little chat, but MC has other plans...

n s f w, office (semi-public), being walked in on, bjs, vaginal fingering

wc: 2.1k

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“Oh! MC! What a pleasant surprise! How are you doing today?”

“I’m wonderful Jaehee, hope Jumin isn’t working you to the bone too much?” you reply to the secretary with a small smile.

“Same old same old,” Jaeehee sighs. “Is that lunch for him? He’s free right now if you would like to go up.”

“Aww, I’ll tell him to chill a bit, okay? Maybe he’ll listen this time. And I have one for you, too. Don’t eat those bento boxes all the time, they’re not the healthiest,” you chide, reaching into your bag and pulling out some pasta you had made. Jaehee takes the meal graciously and tells you she has to go back to work otherwise she’d work more overtime than usual.

The walk to the elevator and the ride up seemed to take a millennium, and when the final ding rang, you practically jumped out and ran to his office at the end of the hallway.

You try to stifle your smile, breathing a deep breath and knocking twice on the door.

“Come in,” Jumin’s muffled voice wafts through the door. He looks up slightly, his eyes brightening when he sees you.

“My love, to what do I owe the pleasure?” he says, starting to stand.

“Don’t worry! You just stay right there, I’ve only come to bring you some lunch. I made Alfredo,” You smile, closing the door behind you.

“MC, you didn’t have to make me anything. I have those private chefs you know.”

“I thought it would be cute to bring you some food!” you pout, making your way around the desk after placing the thermos down. You lean forward behind him, running your hands down his chest, placing a small kiss on his cheek. You swear Jumin purrs before clearing his throat, and patting his leg for you to sit. You do, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and neck, leaning in to pepper kisses on his face. He pulls you flush against his body, and you trade kisses for a while. You sigh, leaning in the crook of his neck. 

“Oh, how I wish to abandon everything right now,” he sighs softly, pressing the words into your neck.

“Why can’t you? Let’s just go home and relax...but also let Jaehee have the rest of the day off too?” You say with an afterthought.

“You know I can’t, kitten.”

“Fineeee, I’ll leave you be then,” You swing one leg over his, appearing to get off, but you plop your ass right back down, basically straddling his leg, and take notice of his computer screen. “Oooh, what are you working on?”

“Just some of the new products I want to export. Though, I am having to fight with my father about it because he just doesn’t think cat products would sell,” he replies, sucking in a breath of air. “What do you think you are doing?” he asks, strained as you slightly rock back and forth to get into a more comfortable position. His large hand finds purchase on your hip, sending tingles throughout your body. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say. That’s a lie though. You know exactly what you’re doing. You’re grinding your hips into his leg, dry humping him. The friction of your sliding back and forth makes you let out a small moan at how good it feels.

Jumin swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. “So, this is the game you want to play? Let’s see it through then,” he mumbles lowly, leaning his head on his other hand. You lean forward to place your hands on his desk, moving more furiously against his leg, your body finally getting that friction it craved from when he touched you this morning. The feel of your panties against his pant leg rub together deliciously, and you’re tempted to hike up your yellow sundress to feel more of it. 

“O-oh! Jumin,” you moan out, rolling your hips more deeply, feeling that sensation in your belly. His hand on your hip never leaves you, almost guiding you to your finish. The knot unravels, bursting through your body and clouding your senses. You shudder, feeling the waves of pleasure die down. You lean back against him, panting slightly. He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Have fun there, sweetheart?” His voice is pretty stable for what you just did, but you definitely feel something poking your lower back. 

“Mmm, yeah!” You say with a smile, getting up on shaky legs. “Well, I’m gonna go home and you finish up your work, okay?”

Before you can get very far, however, he catches your wrist and pulls you back onto his lap.

“You’re very naughty today, aren’t you? Did you want to be punished by daddy that badly?” Jumin says, running a hand down your stomach while the other holds your breast. 

“I just missed you, s’all…” your voice goes up an octave as he bites your sweet spot. 

“Well, we’re going to finish what you started then. Lucky for you, you came at the beginning of my lunch break, hmm?”

“Y-yes.”

“Did you plan that?”

“Maybe,” you say slyly.

“Really?” His hand stops just above the hem of your dress, just barely ghosting over your thigh.

“I planned it, you got me,” you whine, grinding your butt down.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirks, pulling your dress up so the lower half of you is exposed. “You’re even wearing the lace red panties I like.”

“Yeah, so don’t rip them this time,” you quip, reaching behind to palm at his dick through his pants. 

“I have all the money in the world to get you a new pair.” he rubs two fingers at your clit through the fabric. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”

“Jumin?” you squeak out.

“Yes?”

“Why is it a pair of panties even though it’s like one item?”

“Love, you say the most unsexy things at the worst times,” he chuckles, “but I think it’s because of the two leg holes.”

“Mmm, m-makes sense,” you stutter out as his fingers finally slip between the fabric and into your folds. 

“I’m taking off the fucking dress,” you say reaching for the zipper. For the moment, Jumin doesn’t hesitate to throw it over you and into a corner of the room. You also reach behind your back, unclasping your bra and throwing that somewhere too. 

“You like being exposed like this don’t you? Someone could walk in right now and that’d get you off even more, wouldn’t it?”

“I also like you fully clothed while I’m naked,” you purr. Jumin raises a brow, but continues the assault on your pussy.

“Well, I’m not complaining.” 

Your lewd sounds fill the quiet air, and you feel the familiar knot in your abdomen. You come in Jumin’s hand, and you turn your head to give him an open mouthed kiss. Breaking the kiss, he pulls his long fingers out of you not before licking the slick off.

You stand over him slightly and lean down to undo his zipper and pull down his boxers. His cock springs free, the tip leaking pre cum. You reach down between your legs and swipe your fingers through the folds, wetting them. Your hand reaches up to his member and you grip around it, running your hand up and down the shaft. 

Jumin makes a guttural sound as your mouth moves on him. He reaches his hand down to run through your hair.

Two knocks at the door.

You pause an anxious fear in your throat. Jumin clears his throat, “What is it?”

“It’s me, Sir, I’m here to remind you of your 2 o’clock meeting in about thirty minutes.” Jaehee says through the door. “Can I come in to give you the briefing?”

“You may.” 

“Wow, ballsy,” you whisper, loud enough for him to hear. He smirks slightly and adjusts his tie.

“Well, you’re meeting with Mr. Phantomhive to discuss collaborating on a project. His company hasn’t really gotten footing here in South Korea,” Jaehee remarks.

Meanwhile, you’re bobbing your head on Jumin’s length, the thought of the both of you getting caught working you up. You massage his balls and try to suck in as much as you can, the tip hitting the back of your throat. Jumin huffs, making Jaehee pause to ask if he’s doing alright. 

“Is that all? I have to finish up this cat project outline soon,” he says quietly. 

“Ah, one more thing, Mr. Phantomhive hates being called short or looked down upon, so please try your best to behave!”

“Fine fine,” he waves her off, “I assume Meeting Room 3?”

“Yes Sir, I’ll come get you once Mr. Phantomhive arrives.”

“Good. Please close the door on the way out.” You hear Jaehee shuffle out awkwardly, the door clicking behind her.

“MC, you’re very distracting,” Jumin says, looking down at you.

“Yes, I know.”

“Why don’t you come up here then?” You pop off, licking your lips slightly and pull down your panties so it hangs off your ankle. 

You give him a quick kiss before your hand reaches down  for his dick. His hands lay on your hips as you sink your drenched core down, helping you better situate. You let out a moan as he fills you up, not a spot without him there.  

“J-Jumin, you f-feel so good in me…”  your arms wrap around the both of you, one gripping the chair and the other in his hair, pulling ever so slightly. 

Not even 20 seconds later, you’re already bouncing, and he’s meeting every one perfectly.

“Love, why don’t you turn around so I can look at your pretty face?”

“But I don’t want to get up,” you whine.

“That’s an order, sweetheart,” he says, slightly lifting you up.

“Ooh, you know I love when you do that. I guess I can’t say no to that now, can I?” You turn to face him and fully sit this time, your heels just above his knees.

“I love looking at your face, the way it contorts into pleasure as I give it to you raw,” he growls, latching onto one of your breasts. You throw your head back in ecstasy, arching your back more as he pumps into you at a steady pace.

“Mmm...go faster..please. Absolutely wreck me,” you beg. That really seemed to get him going, his pace more erratic and his fingers digging into your sides. You lean down to kiss him, his mouth already slightly parted. His tongue instantly finds its way into your mouth and he groans into it.

“MC, I can’t last much longer, he pants.”

“Come in me, Daddy. Let’s have little Jumin’s and MC’s running around soon,” you tell him.

Thick ropes of cum fill your cervix, as you come yourself for the third time. Jumin holds you close as the both of you come down from your highs. 

“I love you, Jumin,” you say, pressing your forehead against his.

“I love you more,” he whispers sweetly. “Oh how you do me.” 

The phone on Jumin’s desk beeps, startling you both. “Mr. Han? Your appointment starts in 5 minutes. I’ll be up in a few,” the voice says.

“Oh I do not want to go to this meeting anymore,” Jumin says, “Let’s just stay like this.”

“You need to though, Mr. Phantomhive’s candy is really good and I haven’t had any since our trip to England,” You remark, getting off him and handing him a tissue.

“That’s reason enough,” he shrugs, cleaning up a bit and fixing his hair. Meanwhile, you slip your dress back on and stuff your bra in your purse.

“See you later, love,” you smile, leaning up to peck his cheek, and fix his tie.

“You’ll hopefully be seeing me earlier than planned,” he says, brushing down your hair.

“Oh? You gonna give Jaehee the day off?”

“Sure, yes. I’ll do that.”

“Thank you. Ellie and I will be waiting for your return...though I’m sorry I took you away from your lunch,” you say with a slight frown.

“I’ll eat a good dinner. So good until I have my fill,” he says in a sultry voice.

“Okay, tiger, calm down,” you laugh. “Bye for reals now.”

“MC? You’re still here?” Jaehee opens the door, a surprised look on her face. “I didn’t see you earlier when you walked in?”

“You came up? I must of been in the bathroom..Nice seeing you!” You smile at your friend and briskly walk out, the embarrassment of what you and your CEO-in-line just did mere minutes before.

“Mr. Han, are you ready for your meeting?”

“Yes, of course. Let’s get this over with.”

[yakocchi]

Becoming a Family With Him, Part 3 // Shuichi, Hikaru, Rhion, Luke, Eisuke

so this came out, as further celebration for the anni. VERY GOOD, much more appreciated than the prior story set lol that one was kind of boring but i get it

they made the kids for all the... kid-less ones, and the eisuke one that used to be VIP-exclusive is now here for everyone to buy (rip those ppl who gacha for it)

my rambling behind the cut (spoilers!!)

shuichi // as ud expect, shuichi has a literal hime ass looking girl (kikyo) for a daughter. she’s only 6, but is pretty calm and ladylike. She even calls her parents with –sama so... ok luckily shuichi does not strip down all the way in the presence of her daughter and only takes off his suit coat. thanks dad

anyway since shuichi has a break coming up, he wants to have a family trip how nice. but then the dang girl wants to go over to see eisuke WHAT when soryu exists and lives a block away? unrelatable, im closing the app anyway eisuke is her first love, which wtf he’s like 20 yrs older than u. even worse, mc says she’s been in love since she was like 3.

shuichi is reconsidering the benefits of democracy in his mind but eventually relents. but then they’re still following the fucc-days rule they set years ago. well, as he says in the story, RULES ARE RULES

blah blah i don’t want to go over everything bc then it’ll be boring reading the story when it comes out in engl right? also im tired bc it’s 1 am and i just want to play toontown in bed but nothing really bad happens. they are a v cute family bc shuichi is a pleasant and mature dad. kikyo and mc even do a little surprise for him at the end and it is very sweet. i feel like out of all the families, this is the most ideal

mad hatter // so they have twin sons named Rui and Kai. Rui is the childlike one that resembles Rhion in personality, Kai is the more mature one that resembles Al. man i forget that boy’s name but u get me i know they only can use stock bgs but it’s killing me that these dang kids get to sleep in what looks like separate king sized beds.

even though rhion is now a father of two, he still acts like... 10. i mean he still horni but it makes me feel weird

later it’s revealed that Ota teaches them both as an art tutor bc they both showed an interest in art. this is cute bc ota is bad with kids in this universe LOL

the ending on this one was weird cuz the kids didn’t show up in the entirety of the last ep bc it was about WORK. so uh... interesting

hikaru // so their son is named akari. haha get it because it means light. like how hikaru also means light. can mc name her kids unrelated to their father or is that against the Geneva convention

this kid actually acts like an actual little boy. like what hikaru would’ve probably turned into if not for the whole sad backstory. the story starts with akari just bringing a dog randomly home one day. he actually saved the dog (it is very cute bc he did not want the dog to cry), and then after a talk they decide to keep the dog as long as akari knows the responsibility of taking care of an animal.

so next day, the bidders come over to their house and everyone’s like woaw a dog. lol they come into their house as guests and eisuke and mamo still demand for beverages, they all suck

akari names the dog... “Light” (Raito) and i want out of this nightmare. Naturally bc Light is an abandoned dog it’s still kind of bad with interacting with things. But then Light suddenly be giving the ( ╹ਊ╹) to soryu bc remember, animals love him. everyone clowns on soryu for being an unintentional dog whisperer and then akari is like “soryu san pls make me ur apprentice” and he gives some advice like approaching it slowly, and talking to it from the front instead of back.

blah blah there’s a situation where Light goes YEET after a Doberman gets all angry and then hides bc then another dog is scaring it. hikaru swoops in to the save the day as the Real Dog Whisperer. ok it’s cute when hikaru actually gets to look cool  for once LOL

luke // luke is cute on the bc “pre-story” scene he’s actually pretty open to the idea of having kids; he actually goes “well imo we should think abt it pretty soon, but i wanted to hear ur opinion on it” but then he gets horni. and then he’s like “our kids are going to have your collarbones. awesomeee im looking forward to that” ....ok

ok cut to the actual story and they’re in Japan. Luke’s kid looks... strange versus the others. why are his eyes so big? omg voltage his eyes arent going to be saucers just cuz he half white also the kid’s name is Yuri (Or Urey). They couldn’t think of any other Brit-styled names? Like Harry? Henry? William? Wilfred? hey stan be my princess btw he’s pretty cute, though he gives serious “timid kid that gets bullied in the children’s movie” vibes. He calls Luke “daddy” and mc “mammy/mommy”.

so luke talks about his relationship w/ soryu and eisuke and then yuri is like “i want friends like that” wow cute but also find less ethically-complicated friends

so luke lets yuri meet a young patient of his (haru) so they can be friends. they get along so it’s good. haru gets in critical condition later so luke zooms outta there to do the operation.

LOL but at the end yuri is like, “i want to make more friends. (...) can i go to the bidder’s room from now on?” this boy works fast

And then he’s like “Eisuke-san... please be my friend.” HIS POWER. even eisuke was like :O so then eisuke orders a whole bunch of food and books up to the penthouse. But then yuri’s like “...i like eisuke’s eyes” and everyone’s like oh man that’s gonna be his fetish

Baba: why have u started to have an interest in eyes Yuri: I read it from one of daddy’s medical books Hikaru: wtf u can read that at 4??? (...) Soryu: wat Yuri: um... i want soryu to be my friend too Yuri: bc soryu’s eyes are also powerfully cool...

eisuke // ok this gets an extended ramble bc the more annoying the story the longer i must complain

so you might be thinking, “oh so this is gonna be a flashback in some in media res styled story with your 2 kids, u know in the style of the others” and well, no you just go straight to white screen into the flashback, back when eito was smaller and thus a little more cute. well it’s not really false advertising bc they did say “reminisce” in the description. but i wanted to see eito be a good big brother for a moment! or... less good? man i wanted to see kaito go waaaah like a baby idk i wanted to see him exist

so back to the story they cut to small eito. even as a smaller punk he does fight with his dad a little, just w/ a more narrow vocabulary to work with. tho at this point he’s still pretty sweet so clearly eisuke clowning him day and night was a negative effect on his development. (doesn’t treat his child like a child) (child grows up to a punk that doesn’t respect him) (surprised pikachu) being the son of a billionaire means that this child has to go study at a very young age and listen to MOZART. no child of eisuke ichinomiya will be listening to degenerate bops like lee taemin’s criminal next day they all go to the very fancy school that eito will be attending. eisuke does a speech, but then eito is all like “why is papa over there all the time” in reference to how all the other parents in attendance are having fun with their children, but eisuke is busy talking to other people for business and connections etc. etc. mc kind of has a hard time trying to explain it to eito bc... it’s honestly poor parenting... eiji shows up after arriving late, and he’s like “gramps is gonna be with ya today! instead of papa” which is cute but then she’s like psst thanks for coming and im like oh... so grandpa just didn’t randomly come to the open house for fun he’s just gonna be surrogate dad while real dad is busy... aw... and then at the end eito’s like FUC THIS KINDERGARTEN. eisuke is like “(smh) don’t yell in public. (despite everything) you are still the eldest son of the Ichinomiya family”

and so afterwards it’s clear that eito does not want anything to do with this school. he just sits in the classroom until mc is there to pick him up instead of playing in the courtyard or w/e, wanting nothing to do with the other kids.

so later there’s a hiking trip for the students and both of their parents, and mc asks eisuke if he’ll be available for it. eisuke is like, “i have a business trip that day, so I’ll have to adjust my schedule” and he’s been very busy in the opening of a new business or w/e. mc tells him to not do so much for something like that and that it’s ok if she goes alone with eito on the trip.

it’s the day of the trip, and mc goes alone with eito. she notes that a lot of dads did indeed come along for the trip. she apologizes to eito and says that she did talk to eisuke about the trip before, but he’s simply busy for this day. and im like... but girl, you were the one who told him not to change his schedule for the trip. yes a trip may seem less important than business ventures, but don’t make it sound like you weren’t the one who stopped him. lol. idk why im pressed abt this single line of dialogue bc later she does realize she fucced up there well eito is just like w/e about it and has pretty much accepted that sort of thing

anyway eito goes missing later and one of the kids said that he told eito that his dad (eisuke) didn’t come bc his dad thinks that his work is more important than his son. so eito got mad and ran off somewhere

and then mc finally gets the lightbulb moment that eito... wants to see his dad!! he ran off to go try to see him somehow??? !! wow so sweet

it’s raining like a mf but then in her search for eito eisuke randomly pops out of nowhere. He’s like “ho i did not remember saying that i wasn’t coming” and she’s like “im sorrryyy” and both me and him are like “just find the dang kid”

ok yea they find eito, he starts being a good student, and u start to see where he starts being antagonistic towards his dad LOL etc. etc. lol this story annoyed me so i don’t feel like doing the rest of the play by play orz

anyway thanks for reading my garbage LOL

[alloveroliver]

Satan x MC “Unrestrained."

Rating: Smut 18+

A|N: Uhhh, this is pure sin. <3 Immediately goes into smut + established relationship.

WC: ~4,000

Obey Me Fanfic

Her heavy breaths were the only sound filling the room. Satan’s lips crept up the side of her neck, gently trekking over every bit of warm skin. His chest was pressed against her back while his lips explored the curves and dips of her clavicle. His hands reached around her body and toyed with the buttons below her neck. 

She gasped when he pulled the first button free. A sound of supprised mixed with relief filled the quiet library. She was hot and only growing more heated with each deft touch Satan bestowed. The second button popped open, and she sighed. The heat had the means to escape her body now that the cool room air lapped at her scorching skin. 

Satan nuzzled close, his breath bringing chilled bumps to her pink skin. “If you keep making noises like that, we may be caught. You don’t want that, do you?” He punctuated the question with a nip at her lobe. 

She bit her lip and shook her head. She didn’t want a single second of his intimacy to go to waste. It was rare they were alone without any of his brothers or any imps catching up to them. The library was silent on the weekends, especially after the midterm they just had. There was no reason for anyone to be found here, especially this late in the evening. 

They felt at ease knowing they’d be alone. Any sounds, though, would surely alert anyone waltzing by. She bit her tongue when his palm dipped into her bra and cupped her sensitive breast. She knew she could keep quiet, but for how long? If she genuinely wanted to lose herself, it would be a challenge not to make a single peep. 

His strong hand gently kneaded her chest. He rested his forehead against her cheek while he switched from cupping her breast to teasing her nipple with his finger and thumb. He swapped back and forth until he moved to the other side. 

The sensation of his hand on her neglected breast made her falter. She stepped forward and grabbed the edge of the bookshelf. They were off in the corner in a specialty section for especially old books. Most of them looked like they’d never been touched, but somehow their papers looked as if they were stained with coffee. The musty scent of the dust hung low in the air, coating just the tops of the books. The front of the books looked well taken care of by the librarian, but there were far too many shelves in this place to make sure every book was pristine. 

“Part your knees.” Satan’s whisper was rasped as his warm breath spread over her skin down her shirt. Her top was obscured, exposing more cleavage than she’d ever dared to show. 

She did as he said and began to part her wobbling knees. Satan’s hand moved down over her navel and moved between her legs. It was like second nature to began grinding on his hand. Satan pushed his hips into her backside, rubbing his solid girth in time with her rip rotations. He kept a moan at bay, making a low hum in the back of his throat.

His lips met her neck and ear many times before he pulled his hand back lightning fast. He reached around her with both hands and unbuttoned her shorts. The sound of the zipper made them both pause and held their breath. It was louder than any noise they’d made thus far, and she felt her heart began to pound loudly in her ears. 

After a nervous moment, no other sound was detected. Satan shook off the notion that anyone heard them and dipped his fingers into her shorts. He slid along the front of her panties until he met the wet spot. 

He let in a sharp inhale and pressed his lips firmly to her ear. In the quietest whisper, he spoke. “You like the way I touch you, babe? You like it so much. You’ve ruined your pretty little panties. You like to act like you’re so innocent, but I know what makes you wet.” 

It was the raw emotion Satan spoke with that made another groan pass her lips. Abruptly she bit back the sound and pinched her mouth closed. He kissed her neck, and she could feel a wry smile stretch across his face. 

Satan’s tongue traced the crevasse of her neck while three of his fingers ran down her slit. Against her heated skin, she could feel her panties soak through even more. His fingers began to venture along the sides of the elastic that clung to her thighs. He ran his fingertips along the edge of her underwear and shivered. 

Changing his stance, Satan stood flesh against her back. His hardness rubbed along her back, making her ankles quaked at the thought of him taking her right here, right now. He kept swiping over her swollen clit with purpose, teasing her relentlessly. With every new touch, she grew closer and closer to climax. 

Her hips swayed as he removed his hand. His blond hair tickled the side of her face while he brought his hand up to her lips. The tips of his fingers moved over her bottom lip, and she could feel the moisture on his skin. 

He lightly chuckled and brought the fingers to his own mouth. He tasted just the tips and nuzzled the side of her face. “You taste so good. I want more.” 

His hand struck like a viper, dipping back into her shorts, and her knees almost gave out. If it weren’t for his other arm holding her upright, she might have been kneeling by now. Satan went inside her panties and ran one finger up and down her sex. 

“More..” She bucked her hips. “More, please.” 

“So polite, even to a demon.” He taunted, rubbing his pointed finger in circles over her slick entrance. “You want more, like this?” The tip of his finger dipped inside of her, and then he removed it again. “Hmm?” He hummed with a smirk.

“Y-yes..” She pushed her hips to coax him further. She was so hot, all of her skin burned. Her legs felt like jelly, and she wished she could collapse onto the floor with him. 

“What?” A new voice came from behind. 

Satan jerked his hand away from her, standing upright. He pushed her behind him and stood tall as if to hide her. The lights were out, but dim moonlight allowed the area to glow a gentle silver. They remained in the shadow while the footsteps grew closer. 

She grasped a handful of his shirt, hands shaking, hoping they wouldn’t find them. Satan looked mostly normal. His cheeks were flushed she could see, but his clothes were intact. Her clothes, however, were very much skewed and undone. It would be hard to explain her appearance away to whoever was bounding around the corner. 

“What kind of nerd do you have to be to be in the library on the weekend?” A familiar voice echoed off the stacks. 

“Unless they are hiding from someone,” A new voice answered. He giggled, and the other huffed. 

Satan felt behind him to make sure she was hidden while he adjusted himself. 

“Helloooo!” Levi’s evident voice rang into the specialty book section. 

Satan took a step toward him and scowled. “What do you want?” He crossed his arms. 

Asmo rounded the corner, took one look at Satan, and smiled. “Oh, hello, brother.” The edge of Asmo’s lips rose with a smirk. 

“What are you doing back here?” Levi questioned, brows knitted. 

“What does it matter?” Satan snapped, cheeks still red. 

Asmo peeked behind him and clasped his hands together. “I see,” 

“You see what?” Levi questioned. 

“Nothing nothing, Let’s go, Levi.” Asmo hooked onto his brother’s arm and began to pull him away. 

Satan looked even more perturbed by Asmo’s suggestive smile and eyebrow wiggle. He whirled around to his girlfriend and grabbed her hand. 

“Let’s go,” Satan murmured. 

“Is that-mmf” Asmo’s quick tug thwarted Levi's words. “Hey! What’s the big idea!”

She didn’t hear the rest of their little squabble as they rushed out of earshot. Satan snuck her out the side door of the library into a lesser-used hallway. There was a long walk from his room and were sure to be spotted by others on their way. She began to button her top up as they walked quickly down the hall. 

Another voice of someone seemingly talking on the phone began to grow near. 

“Dammit.” Satan spat. He looked just as flustered as she felt. 

She didn’t think she could make it that far anyway. The friction of her shorts rubbing aginst her center made her legs quake as she speed-walked. It was too much yet not enough at the same time. She knew she needed to find a new rendezvous spot and fast. There was no way either of their rooms was an option at this point. 

Looking around, she had an idea. She pulled Satan’s hand and brought him to a labeled door. She shushed him, and Satan nodded. The door opened easily, and they poured into the janitor’s closet lightning fast.

They slammed the door, and Satan ran his fingers through his golden hair. The adrenaline made them puff air in the small space. It was immaculate. Almost no supplies filled the racks. She wondered if this was used for the storage of extra items only. 

“There’s even a lock!” She spouted in surprise. Quickly Satan clicked the lock shut and whipped around. He bent down in a heated kiss and picked her up by the hips. She yelped, but Satan’s mouth muffled it. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he walked several paces toward the back of the closet. 

Satan sat her down atop the counter. It only housed a sink to the left and a tackle box to the right. The space was the perfect size for her to fit. She parted her lips, and his tongue moved to run along hers. 

He ran his hand up and down her back while he kissed her. He pressed his hips against her as he settled between her thighs. It was hard to sit up straight with the intensity of the kiss that she grasped fistfuls of his shirt. 

Satan bucked his hips into hers. She responded with her own thrusts, and soon they were grinding on one another in sync. He wore a simple black button-up shirt, and she made it her mission to rid her boyfriend of the offending garment. With half concentration, she made her way down his chest, unbuttoning each button along the way. 

His carved chest came into view, and she broke the kiss to glance down. Her hand moved along his abs as she pulled him in for another searing kiss. Satan’s eyes were deep dark blue, the color of the hottest fire. His golden hair dangled to his nose, casting a shadow over his brow. 

She moved her hands lower and lower until she cupped his hardened cock that strained against his jeans. Satan groaned and let her grope him for a minute before he backed off. She blinked several times, watching him kneel before her. His shirt hung open yet still clung to his broad shoulders.

He cut his dark eyes up to hers and unbuttoned her shorts once again. Satan then kissed her knee as he unzipped them. He tugged the loose shorts to her ankles and removed them entirely. He dropped them to the floor and began kissing her knee once again. He moved his mouth up her thigh, up and up until he began to lick her essence that dripped past her panty line. 

Satan moaned along her skin, sending a shiver up her spine. His teeth grazed the cloth that covered her sex. He nipped at licked at the soaked fabric until she tossed her head back. 

In a flash, his fingers hooked the elastic of the panties. They were whipped down her legs and tossed behind his shoulder in a flash. Satan’s face immediately buried between her legs. She covered her mouth with one hand and ran the other in his silky locks. She felt Satan’s head move with every lick. 

He lapped at the juices of her slit, sucking the swollen lips until her eyes rolled back. The act only produced more lubricant allowing his tongue to dip into her hole that much easier. Her legs clamped together, but she forced them to relaxed open in hopes that he wouldn’t stop. 

Her hand tightened in his hair as she clenched her jaw. “Higher, oh higher!” 

He hadn’t made to where she wanted it the most, and yet she felt her clit throb with every touch of his mouth on her folds. 

Playfully, he nipped along her sex, making sure his tongue touched every inch of her cunt before making it to the desired spot. Instead of quick movements, his tongue swirled over her clit slowly and methodically. 

“Oh…. fuck!” She moaned loudly into the small space, tossing her head back to rest along the wall. Her hair began to stick to her forehead and nape of her neck as the temperature grew. 

The slow movements along her cunt to her clit prolonged the release she’d been racing toward. It felt incredible yet made her impatient at the same time. Satan knew she was close, and yet he teased her still. His tongue made another slow swipe over the helpless nub, and she whimpered. 

His large hand left her thigh and roamed upwards to her breast. He cupped her chest, pushing the fabric askew. With his mouth on her cunt, he managed to pull her top down her shoulder and expose her left breast. He squeezed her chest and licked her cunt at the same time,  ceasing her breath in her throat.

Satan’s lips encapsulated her clit and he began to suck lightly. His tongue teased the tip while his lips moved back and forth. The way her hips pushed into him became ragged while she moaned “Yes yes yes yes, right there,” 

He released the pressure on the sucking sensation and began to run his tongue up and down her slit. After several swipes, he paused at the top make a U shape with his tongue. She gasped and held his hair in a death grip. 

“Close, so close!” She yelped, letting her back slumped against the wall. 

He moved the U shape faster and faster until her thighs began to close around his head. Satan cut his eyes up to hers, and she noticed how dazed he looks. He was under the same spell she was, seeking primal pleasure from the one they loved. Her pussy pulsed against his lips and her thighs trembled with every throb. Her words were garbled, but she warned him she was cumming over and over until every wave of bliss ceased.

He stood to his feet and wiped his mouth with the back of his arm. His eyes locked with hers, and he bent down to press a hot kiss to her lips. Her body felt like jelly in the aftershock, making it impossible for her to sit upright. 

She gasped into his kiss while his hand came up to the back of her neck. He held her head upright when she couldn't.  Satan nipped at her bottom lip, and she hurriedly moved to unbutton his pants. Satan’s pants were almost too tight to unbutton, but she managed to unclasp then unzip them in one fell swoop. 

With deft fingers, he unbuttoned her shirt and opend the garment for his liking. He pulled the cups of her bra down to expose both breasts to him. He only cupped them with his hands while his mind went elsewhere. She stroked him slowly, feeling how impossibly hard he already was. Satan squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his forehead against hers. His cock wept precum, making each stroke more audible than the last. 

His lips move down her neck, kissing her along the way until he met her chest. He teased her nipples with his tongue, gently grazing the nub with his teeth until she mewled. He then moved to the neglected breast and did the same thing. 

The angle she stroked him at wasn’t perfect, but he seemed to enjoy it just as much as any other position. 

“O-” He cleared his throat, “Open your legs more,” He was breathless, chest heaving for oxygen. 

She did as he asked, relaxing her thighs wide for him. Satan’s lips moved along her shoulder to her neck while he lined his cock up with her entrance. He pressed his forehead into her throat as if to steady himself. 

The pressure made her eyes grow wide as the tip of his cock stretched her. Her cunt squeezed against his girth the deeper he slid into her. Satan gasped when her walls clamped down on him. He was trying to keep his cool for as long as he could, making sure her body was amply ready for him to begin thrusting.  

“Fuck me,” Her voice broke the silence, and Satan’s face jerked up to look at her. His eyes were so filled with lust she thought he was almost unrecognizable.

“Getting bolder, I see,” His usually teasing tone was gone. He spoke in a low, sultry voice making her heart jump in her chest. 

She gulped, trying to will her head to nod. Satan’s lips quirked up as he moved closer to her ear. His nose ran along her cheek on the way, making her skin feel even hotter than before. 

“Do you see the position I have you in?” He asked while grabbing both sides of her hips and jerking forward. “I’m the one in control, not you. It’s always been me in control. Do you hear me?” His words dripped sensually from his lips. 

“Please, Satan.” She began. She tried to buck her hips, but he held her in place while his cock remained halfway inside her. “Please fuck me. I’m ready.”

He tisked and dug his fingers deeper into her skin. “Are you now?” 

She nodded eagerly, feeling his lips hover just above her ear. He huffed and nipped at her ear lobe. “Are you sure about that? Are you sure you’re ready for what I want to do to you?” 

Her brows rose, yet she nodded affirmatively still. Whatever Satan had in store for her, she was ready. At this point in their relationship, she’d do anything for him it seemed, anything to please him or gain pleasure from him.

A deep rumble rose in the back of his throat. In one thrust, he buried himself fully into her. He gasped as he gained just as much pleasure from the motion as she had. Satan pulled back from her and held her knees open. He stood with his shirt falling off his shoulder and his eyes looking down at her disastrous state. He backed up and thrust again, and again, watching his cock disappear into her slick cunt. 

“I’ve never seen your pussy this puffy for me before. You’re so fucking wet, babe. Your body craves me, doesn’t it?” He asked his question breathlessly. His hand released one of her knees and moved the caress the lip of her cunt. He moved his hips in a moderate pace while his thumb press onto her clit. 

“Oh!” She cried out, reaching out to grab his arm.

“What’s the matter? You were begging me to touch your clit earlier. Are you sensitive?” He teased, swirling big circles over the nub. 

It sent jolts through her body that left a wave of pleasure in their wake. 

“Gah,” Her thighs began to clamp together, and Satan shook his head. 

“I thought you were ready for me to fuck you.” He taunted again, moving his hips faster against her cunt. “Tell me you want me to keep going.”

Her eyes were screwed shut as she willed her legs to relax. The extra touches to her clit were too much but still felt incredible. Satan slowed down his thrusting and began using two fingers to rub along her clit. 

“K-Keep going,” She managed. “Don’t stop,” 

“Do you like this?” He asked sincerely, not stopping his touches. 

“Yes, yes, I do. I’m just... I’m so sensitive.” 

“I know,” He began to move his hand away from her clit. “I know, I can feel you squeezing my cock, and I like it. It just feels so good to me.” 

The overstimulation was soon missed after that statement. She wished he wouldn’t stop touching her spent clit, but Satan was already moving to her pert nipple. He rolled the nub in his fingers, and she gasped. 

Satan moaned as he sped up, slipping into her easily with how turned on she was. Gentle sounds of skin hitting skin filled the small closet with every thrust. 

She looked up at him, and Satan bent down to her. They kissed sloppily as he sped up, fucking her harder and faster than before. Her hand moved to hug his back, and they adjusted their position to be closer. Her nails began to dig into his skin with how blinding the pleasure became. 

With every sensual thrust, his cock hit her gspot at the perfect angle to make her see stars. He hummed as he hung his head into her neck. She opened her eyes for a moment and watched his muscles flex and contract. Veins became defined along with his sculpted muscles the harder he worked for his own release. His abs cut perfectly into an arrow shape around his hips, making him look incredibly sexy in his current state. 

Satan’s thrusts began to falter while his moans became louder. She began to match his push with her hips seeking her own pleasure in the mix. 

“Cum,” He groaned, “Cum for me again.” 

She felt a wave of heat rush over her when she realized how determined his voice was. It didn’t take but a few more seconds for her to let go and allow the rush of pleasure to overtake her. She felt her cunt throb against his girth, and they both moaned together.

As she came down from the rush, Satan pulled out and quickly stroked himself. He warned her before he began cumming on her chest and stomach. He rocked his hips, stroking slower and slower until his shoulders fell. 

She moved to hug him, allowing him to relax into her arms. He hugged her back, and their panting filled the room. 

Minutes passed, and Satan began running his fingers through her hair. 

“Sorry for the impromptu location.” She let out a breathless laugh into his shoulder. 

“It’s fine. I was trying to take you to my room.” Satan let out a small chuckle.

“Yeah, I don’t think I could have made it that long.” 

“Me neither,” He confessed, lips pressing against her warm cheek. “It was really hot how you took the initiative though and pulled me in here. I was impressed.” 

“Would you have done anything like this in the library? You know, before Asmo and Levi ruined it,” She wondered out loud, playing with a strand of his hair. 

“Mmm, I would have tried.” He laughed. 

“Do,” She took a deep breath “Do you want to go to your room anyway? To maybe clean up a bit.”

He smiled and kissed her lips gently. “We could save water, and you could shower with me.” He winked playfully and let out a mischievous laugh. 

“If it’ll save water.” She responded, biting her lip.

“Oh? You are insatiable,” He nipped at her bottom lip flirtatiously. 

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Thank you @peacheat , for your suggestion for the two to interrupt them based on the post I made! I appreciate you!

Thank you guys so much for reading, hope you have a good day! 

Personal Note: I’ve had a bit of a writer’s block lately but no lack of ideas just unable to write them cuz of these stupid high standards I was giving myself. I heard some advice recently that pertained to art but also pertains to writing fics as well. 

“Not every piece of art you make needs to be good. Not every piece of art needs to be a masterpiece. It’s okay to just have a good time creating something and not worry if it’s up to your own standards. Make as much as you can and eventually good stuff will come out. But, if you don’t make the bad stuff, you won’t make the good stuff either.” - Dahli Raz

Idk who else needs to hear that but this will be something I live by now <3

[arllenn]

image des: I really loved the fact that your brought their past into the light, that you made them actually effected and reflected on it. So often I just see stories focusing on their relationship with the "new" characters (Caesar, Luminous, Johann, The Gen fam) so following that line of thought.

Can I request a flashback scene? Like when we get requested to make it snow (at the beginning of the game) the group of friends reaction to it snowing makes you reflected on your past. In which a fluffy meeting/promise happens between Z, Renata and you. Or even any fluff you can think of between the three? It can be when they were kids or the age they were at during the game.

Admittedly I would love it if you can really focus on Z and the Character interaction/relationship because we all know he cares for Renata; they have that slacker x mother hen childhood friend vibe going on. But the idea that Z and you are ACTUALLY close (it just LOOKS like your friends with Renata and only friendly acquaintances with Z from the outside) makes me happy and bittersweet.

Sorry this got so long!

Tags for this chapter: fluff, hurt no comfort, bittersweetness, pure angst at first tho Tw: mentions of death and cannon typical violence, puke, death Time setting: pre japan like imagine if the mc got an adjustment period at cassell before they got shipped off to dragon war

You smiled happy to be of help to the friends who were separating today. Their cheerful giggles and cries of happiness as they raved over being able to leave on a snowy day just like the one from when they had met made your insides bubble with warmth and nostalgia. Z, Renata and you had been the same once..... before, before Herzog had...

You shake your head, now isn't the time for this. You wring your wrists, it's a habit you picked up from Z, though you two do it for different reasons. You feel a bit light headed, your knees are weak, it's so weird to see snow and not see your beloved friends among it. It just felt wrong to not feel their warmth around you in this cold tempature. The others giggling is getting too loud, it's beggining to ring in your ears and bounce around in your head at the same time as the memories of Renata and Z pour out of your head and spill in front of your eyes. You stiffly walk over to Claudia, left foot, left hand, right foot, right hand. Back and forth back and forth. You want to leave, but it’d feel wrong just going without checking with her.

“We met and departed on a snowy day.” She sounds so happy and while you’re glad that you were able to help them you also can’t help but feel cloying jealousy at the fact that this trio, Claudia, Susu and Leah get to be together, to meet and depart on snowy days filled with joy, while you can’t. You want to be able to see Z and Renata, you want to be able to tease them while jumping for joy and promising to stay in contact. You want to be able to send them off with a smile on your face and a promise to be well.

But you can’t.

And that’s it.

There’s no going back and searching, there’s no making up after an argument, there’s just nothing. Renata is dead Z is dead everyone is dead! And you can’t do anything about it.

Staggering away you start walking towards one of the benches in the courtyard that face the library. To say that you collapse on it would be an understatement. It’s like all the bones in your body liquified then disappeared at that moment. You clench at the snow on the bench, using the all too familiar feeling of it to guide you through your memories. The day you arrived at the orphanage, the first time you met Renata, Z and you arguing over who would get to hold which of Renata’s hands, the day Vera had arrived, so small and only a year old. You remembered her small finger curling around your own while Z helped you readjust how you held her.

Just Renata, Z and you.

But now it’s just you. You clench at your throat, clawing at it as if that’ll destroy the lump forming in it. You bring your knees up to meet with your chest. Burying your head in your arms. It hurts, you want to see them. At this point you’d even take Anton and Khorkina’s belittling of you or even Ivan and Sherkman failing horribly to hide the fact that they were dating over anything else that could possibly occur right now.

Rubbing your face on your knees you try to get rid of the few silent tears that have begun to spill. It doesn’t work, in fact it just makes everything so, so much worse. Memories of your childhood fly by, you’re loosing your grip on reality you know that. You don’t want to do it here. Not on a bench where anyone can see, if you’re completely honest you don’t want to confront them at all. But that isn’t an option, it’s never going to be an option for you, because you’re trying so hard to push them down and stamp them out right now. And it’s not working.

One of the wandering vending machines come up to you, clawed arm holding something in it. You can't see it at all, your line of sight only contains your legs after all, but you can hear the distinctive beeps of the machine, the whirring of its mechanical organs that allow it to move. You can feel the jagged edges of a wrapper lightly scratching at your leg through your uniform. The robot beeps twice shoving the snack into your leg once again before dropping it and skittering off. Lifting your head up you stared down at the snack you had been left with. Maybe the world really does hate you. Maybe you deserve to constantly have your mind ripped at and heart torn apart, because laying there in front of you is a cookie a chocolate chip one at that. The second your eyes land on the bubbly font that spells out chocolate you cant help but watch in horror as Vera falls in front of you, mere feet away, body still warm as she hits the snow, dead. You feel the bile rise in your throat, it isn't something that you can just swallow down either. Hand clapped over your mouth you stand, getting ready to run.

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You have no idea how you've made it back to your dorm room without puking on the way here, but now you're sitting over your toilet dry heaving into it. You stare down at the item that made you like this the choco- you spit into the toilet. Cookie, you'll just refer to it as a cookie. You consider tearing off the top half of the wrapper but then the smell of the cookie and the chocolate might just tip you over the edge. Instead you settle for smacking it away from you. In some small way it makes you feel better.

You hate that Herzog has ruined this for you. You hate that you can’t even see the word chocolate without feeling your insides churn, you hate that you can’t see snow without seeing your friends bloodied corpses staring back at you, eyes glassy and unfocused. Cookies were the first dessert that you had ever tasted and the last one. You remember the day you had first tried to bake them.

That day Z had let you in his room, Renata was sick, and neither of you were allowed to be around her as per Herzogs orders. With the knowledge that you have now you think you understand why you weren’t allowed to see her back then. Rather than actually being ill Renata was probably suffering from the side effects of the incomplete evolution pills. But either way natural disease or not it had been just you and Z. Sitting side by side on his bed, you laying with your torso hanging off his bed partially, practically upside down, and him crisscross leaned up against the wall that his bed bordered, a hand close enough to your leg to catch you if you started to slip. You two had been mindlessly talking, reading some book that you’ve forgotten the name of now, alternating turns each chapter. When you had gotten to a part where the main character was making cookies for their friend as a get well gift.

“Hey Z, have you ever had a cookie? I mean I’ve heard of them but I’ve never even seen one.”

“I can’t say that I have,” he yawned, “I’m not a big fan of sugar in general. That combined with the fact that the orphanage doesn’t even get the ingredients for them makes it obvious that I’d never even have the chance to try them, same as you.”

“That’s too bad, based on the description I think they’d be pretty good. You think Renata has ever had one?”

“I’m not her, I wouldn’t know.”

“I mean fair enough, but I kinda expected that you would, you guys spend forever having those late night talks after you send me to bed.”

You haul yourself up and spin on your ass so that you’re looking him in the eye, “Speaking of~, I won’t allow you to marry my daughter young man!” You cross your arms in an ‘X’ in front of you shaking your head. “Absolutely not don’t think I’ll allow anything of the sort!!”

Snorting he had pushed on your forehead with his finger until you were laying down the same as before and used his foot to roll you away from him. “2/10, If you’re going to give me a shovel talk then you should at least be intimidating, 1, and 2 you should do it in front of Renata so that you can embarrass her, who just gives that kinda talk straight to the supposed,” he raised his hands and gave out finger quotations “boyfriend?”

“Is that back talk I hear sonny? Don’t make me get up there!”

”Yeah because you haven’t already.” You can’t see him from your position but you can hear the smile on his voice. An accomplishment if you’ve ever seen one! You mean the stoic eternally tired Z was snorting and smiling because of what you said! You always loved times like this, when you would manage to break through his exterior and draw out a reaction, (preferably positive!!), out of him. Tapping his knee you grip onto his leg to pull yourself up once more, you can see him contemplating rolling you off the bed, thankfully he chooses peace for once.

”No okay but dead seriously, let’s go make cookies for Renata. We just got the shipments a little while ago, there’s got to be some of the stuff we need in there! We’ll just ask Herzog,”

“Or steal”

“Yes, or steal, come on it’ll be great!”

“Normally Renata would be here to stop you, which I am always grateful for since it means that I don’t have to be the one to talk you out of these things,”

You snap your fingers, “Speed it up Z, do I have a partner or am I gonna have to start running before you catch me?”

He claps a hand over your mouth which you look down at “Don’t you dare lick me,” is what he says in response to your stares. “As I was saying before someone cut me off,” if gives you a pointed stare, “Normally Renata would be here to be the voice of reason, however since she’s ‘sick’ and I don’t want to have her on my neck about you getting in trouble later here are my words of caution,” He takes his hand off your mouth and pats slaps your cheek twice before bringing the tips of his fingers in between the book page that you had been on and the next, folding it over and closing it. “Don’t, and if you do don’t get caught.”

It was your turn to snort, “What the heck, you suggested stealing in the first place!” You laughed. He shrugged his shoulders and set the book down on his bedside table getting up off the bed and bringing his arms above his head to stretch.

”I never said that we weren’t going to steal if that’s what you decide to do I simply offered you a word of advice about you stealing alone.

”AWWWW Z I knew there was a reason I put up with you!” You cried jumping up off the bed and attempting to latch onto his back,

He turned to face you swatting your hands away, muttering about you being “too big for him to carry like that anymore”

“What was that!?”

He pinched your cheek with one hand and used the other to ruffle your hair in a way that you knew wasn’t meant to be affectionate but instead to mess it up. “Look at how big the babies gotten! It can walk and talk now! Go ahead say ‘papa’ again!” You knew that you could never win against Z in a fight, all attempts left you on the floor with him sitting on you, or you hiding behind Renata and you exercising your lying and puppy dog eyes abilities. But boy oh boy did Z have a way of activating your Cain instinct and making you want to slap the shit out of him (affectionately of course). You heaved out a long suffering groan, and pulled Z’s hands off of you. You walked over to where his dresser was and sucked your teeth as you stared at your reflection. You tried your best to undo his damage to your hair, but it was a lost cause, hanging your head you turned to him with what you hoped was a horrifying, knee shaking, earth quaking, chicken baking, glare.

“This is why you’re an orphan.”

“Fair enough.” He said with a shrug before motioning towards the door, are we leaving now or what.”

“I’m coming, we’re going.” You said waving your hand at him in a shooing motion.

The minute you stepped outside it had been like you were ass blasted into one of the shipment containers mega freezers. You rubbed at your arms, lamenting the fact that you lived on a hunk of ice in the middle of a polar bears ass cheeks. “Okaaay so,” you clapped your hands together, “Do we know where Herzog is?” Z yawned and shook his head no from beside you. “Alright thank you for your participation! Gold star! I’ll go ask Anton, you stay here. And don’t fall asleep!” You ran off to go find Anton ignoring Z’s comment about you acting like a stray dog.

Heaving you clutched at the toilet, sobbing over the loss of your friends. You couldn’t even think of the times back then as being over, you just can’t.

No, that’s not right, you know they’re over, you know those peaceful days of snow and teasing are over. And yet you still long for them, you want to feel Z’s hands in your hair once more, want to feel the thrill of catching him off guard and running to hide behind Renata. You want back the times that you had spent, absorbed in watching Vera as she took her first steps, your young self amazed that anyone could ever be so small. You miss those moments when you seriously contemplated smashing Antons face into the ice under your feet, missed the random times when Ivan would pull you away to look at something cool that he had found. You just missed being homeyou miss the safe feeling that you had been provided with daily back then. Ignorance truly is bliss you suppose. If you had survived not knowing about what Herzog had done, if you survived thinking that all of this was just some randoms attack on you and your family would you have been happier? It doesn’t matter now. What’s done is done.

You dry heave and spit into the toilet, bile rising in your throat but not to the point in which it would spill past your lips. Your vision is blurry from the tears and your head throbs with the pain of the pressure your tears are both building up and releasing. “I wanna go home…” you mumble slowly laying yourself down on the floor, hands clutched into your hair, fingers threading themselves in with the strands and pulling at them like a tide. You would yank at your hair then let it all fall out of your grip, massaging your scalp slightly, and then yanking at it again. You continued in this way as the blurry memory of that day played in front of you. Anton being no help, Khorkina doing her best to goad you into punching her, Ivan being somewhere that you swear was unreasonably high up. Eventually finding Herzog and asking him, him granting you permission as long as you cleaned up after yourselves, running back to Z with the good news.

“Z! Z! Listen to this!” He looked up at you from his spot on the stairs, clearly bored out of his mind, but hey at least he hadn’t fallen asleep like you asked!

He made a twirling motion with his hand “What is it?”

You placed your hands on your hips and grinned, “Herzog says we can use the stuff in the kitchen as long as we clean up afterwards!” You gave an overzealous thumbs up afterwards to make your point even clearer.

“That’s great!” He said all too sarcastically. Getting up he put both hands on your shoulders resting all of his weight on them before finally standing up straight shushing you and your whining.

It hurry you so much to know that everyone is gone. It hurts to know that you’ll never get that chance to just see them again, to hear their voices, catch a glimpse of them on the street. Instead they’re all dead and there’s nothing that you can do about it. You had watched everyone die, you had seen their eyes glaze over and go out of focus. You had seen how their blood stained the pure white snow a bright and somber red. You had run past them as you registered them as dead, praying to nothing but everything at the same time that at least one of them would live. That you would get to hold at least one of them in your arms as you two promised to stay with each other. But you didn’t get that. Instead you got to watch as Renata faded into the distance, your last hope, you got to claw through icy waters, pleading your legs to move, to allow you to save your dearest friend….

”Z, Z, Z! Help me I have no idea why the egg keeps cracking like that!”

“Maybe it’s cracking like that because you keep squeezing them until they explode.”

“Don’t use that tone of voice with me young man! I’ll have you know that Dr.Herzog says that I’ve made great progress in my home economics studies.” You proudly bumped your chest with your fist only to look down and see your uniform covered in egg goop. Z snickered before handing you a rag and motioning for you to hand him the bowl and the eggs. You slid it over to him with your elbow and focused on cleaning your hands and uniform up.

”Here,” he held up one of the eggs,”I’ll show you how to crack an egg, so that you don't end up wasting all of them.” He hit it lightly on the edge of the bowl, holding both ends of the egg with his fingers and pulling his palm so that the egg slowly slipped out of the shell before proceeding to throw the shell somewhere off to the side of him. He pushed the bowl back towards you with a smug look on his face. "You get it now?"

"Yep, yep, yep," you waved your hand at him dismissively before turning back to the book. "Okay so now we mix wet ingredients and dry, then we add in the chocolate." Getting the chocolate for the recipe had been the hardest part. With how rare chocolate is at the orphanage and the fact that you weren't allowed into your room because of how sick Renata was it had been hard to find any. Eventually after bribing Z and way too much effort on your part, you had ended up on Z's shoulders searching through the backs of the older and dustier cabinets, in one of which you had found a chocolate bar that was a week off from its expiration date. Not the best but it could've been 10 times worse you suppose. Z pushed the chocolate towards you with this hand before resting his head on his hand.

"So how much longer do we have? It's getting late." Z stifled a yawn.

You glanced at the book and back down at the cookie batter that you were currently scooping out and onto the baking sheet. They didn't hold their shape as well as the book described them as being able to but you supposed that it was just a matter of reality vs. idealized fiction. "Um I don't know. The book says that they need 25 minutes to bake properly and who knows how long its going to take to clean this all up."

"Well good luck with that." He said slapping his hand down on the table, turning around on his stool, and standing up.

Even if it was just the memory of the sound, the slapping of Z's hand on the table sent a wave of nausea scorching through your body. Everything was a blur, reality, what you were really seeing, cold white tile and the rug in front of the shower were blending together with the cold white of snow, the rug that was in you and Renata's cabin. You felt hands on your face, were they from the memory of Renata checking your temperature or were they your own? Your vision was swimming, you were underwater, you were lying on the bathroom floor. You were drowning, you're lying on the bathroom floor. You're dying, you can't see.

You clamored up in a haze, you have to run! You have to get to Renata and Vera and Anton and and and and! And you slam into a desk that was out in the middle of Hezog's lab. Z is right there, Renata is right there, Vera is right there! All you need to do is reach out a little further and you'll be there! You'll be able to save them! You finally latch onto Z's uniform begging him not to go, begging him to stay with you, because if you go alone then everyone will die. "PLEASE Z!" You yell out. "I need you, I need you, I need you, everyone's dying, dead, dying dead, dying, dead, I can't save them! PLEASE!" And then the Z you're holding onto collapses, leaving nothing but a pile of clothes behind. His uniform lies bloodied in your hands. Renata lies bloodied in your hands. Anton lies just out of reach, dead. "Come back, please." You clutch onto Z's uniform harder. The tears don't falter as you trace your hands along the sleeves of the uniform. "The sleeves are too short you should get Herzog to make you a new one." You chuckle fondly. only...

Only...

Only the uniform has too many mistakes for it to have ever been Z's, theres too big a difference in size. It doesn't smell the same. It's not his... it's yours. You're not at the orphanage, you're in your dorm at Cassel. You're sitting on hardwood floors right now, not the powdery snowfall of home. Its warm, not cold, theres no dead bodies, only you and the mess that you made when you stormed through here earlier. You choke on a sob, tears coming down in even thicker streams, your headache had bloomed into a splendid migraine. You can barely see straight, but you know for sure that this isn't anywhere near, by or in the orphanage. And it can never be. The orphanage is gone now. Everyone's bodies are probably still lying on top of the snow, glassy eyes unfocused and unseeing, faces twisted in fear. Or maybe they've been charred to ashes, with nothing left to remember them by, their remains carried by the winds or at the bottom of the sea. You clutch your uniform tighter, biting down on it to muffle your screams and sobbing.

You have no idea how long you've been here. Your tears have faded now, only leaving the uncomfortable burning of the dried tear tracks in their memory. You don't stare at anything in particular, theres nothing left of your emotions, just the dull ache of apathy. Your vision is spotted with dancing black circles and lines. They look a bit like what you imagine TV static would look like but you really have no idea. Your conscious waves and ebbs like the tides from back home. You can't think of anything other than the feeling of the cloth clutched in your embrace right now. Sighing you bury your face in it, resigning yourself to a night on the floor.

[hallowxiu]

A Twist on Bloody Mary

pairing: mammon & gn!mc

word count: 3k

summary: You, Mammon, Satan, Levi, and Asmodeus decide to play Bloody Mary. What could go wrong? Everything.

a/n: this is in no way meant to offend anyone; just a fun little thing i thought of!

“Are you actually scared?” You asked the white haired demon incredulously. You could hear the snickering from Levi behind you, the purple haired brother absolutely loving how mortified his older brother had become in the last couple of minutes.

“W-What?” He looked at you with wide eyes, a brief expression of panic on his face before he stomped it out. “Of course not! The Great Mammon isn’t scared of nothin’!” His confidence was false and you knew it. You almost felt bad for him. Keyword being almost.

“Well, there’s nothing to be scared over, Mammon. I’ve done this dozens of times when I was a kid. Easy peasy; you’re in and then right out.” You gestured over to the closed bathroom door. You could hear Asmodeus complaining from the other side about what good it was being in front of a mirror when the light was off. “Bloody Mary isn’t real.”

“Well, she is.” Satan interjected from where he stood in the hall, the book in his hands now closed.

“Well yes, historically she was real, depending on which version people believe.” You scratched at the back of your neck as Mammon crammed his hands into his pockets. “But I mean, she’s not going to actually pop out of the mirror and rip your face off.” You paused again. “Well, she didn’t in the human realm. I guess anything is fair game in the Devildom.” Mammon looked like he was about to faint.

Currently, you, Mammon, Levi, Satan, and Asmodeus were hanging out in the hallway by the main bathroom. You couldn’t remember how it started, but the topic of Bloody Mary came up and the brothers wanted to try it out. You knew Mammon didn’t actually want to, but he felt pressured to once he realized he was the only one who didn’t want to play. To top it off, once he learned that you had played this so called game as a child, he felt even more compelled to force himself to play. You had tried to reassure him that plenty of people were too nervous to participate in such a game, but that seemed to only make things worse.

“Bloody Mary is just something the humans made up when they got bored.” Levi poked Mammon’s cheek as he spoke. “Are you really scared of some ghost story from the human realm?” Mammon’s face reddened from embarrassment and you were ready to step in and salvage the little pride he had left before the bathroom door swung open. A timid and pale Asmodeus shuffled out, eyes wide and hands pulling at the bottom of his shirt.

“What’s wrong?” Satan asked with a raised eyebrow. You weren’t surprised that Asmodeus was spooked. Like Mammon, he also didn’t handle scary things well. You were pretty convinced that if he had denied playing the game earlier, that Mammon would have joined him and stayed by his side the entire time. You do a double take when noticing the tears that clung to his lashes. A small frown formed on your lips as you stepped toward the blond and ran a hand through his hair.

“Are you alright?” Maybe you shouldn’t have informed the brothers of such a thing. He leaned into your touch before he suddenly cried out and buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Oh, it was awful!” He sobbed out your name, clinging to you tightly. “I was so convinced that something was going to pop out! I couldn’t wait to leave, it was too creepy!” You pat him on the back a few times as Satan looked between the two of you.

“Well, the hard part is over.” Satan reassured the distraught blond. “And nothing ate you, so you can relax now.” Now that Asmodeus was done, that only left… Mammon. A quick glance back at the second oldest brother and you decided maybe you should call the entire thing off. He was paler than Asmodeus and he hadn’t even gone into the bathroom yet. You could see a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. When you opened your mouth to reassure the brother, Asmodeus only started crying louder. That’s right, you nearly forgot that you were still being clung to by the demon.

“Maybe we should stop for the day. I think we should let Asmo rest, and I’m actually feeling a little tired as well.” You tried to subtly end the game by pushing the focus on yourself and Asmodeus instead of on Mammon.

“What?” Levi looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Mammon hasn’t gone yet. Wouldn’t it be unfair to have everyone else go but him?” You sighed inwardly while throwing a pointed look at the purple haired boy. You should’ve known that Levi would be the one to make sure Mammon went through with it. The second oldest awkwardly shifted next to you, hands curled up into fists. You try to wiggle out of Asmodeus’ grip so you could comfort the anxious demon.

“Ah, Asmodeus, you need to let go--”

“Fine! I don’t care anyway! It’s not like I’m scared or nothin’, because I’m not. The Great Mammon never gets scared. Ever.” Your eyes narrowed as you accepted your fate of being glued to Asmodeus’ side for the rest of your days.

“I know!” You snapped your fingers at the sudden thought. “I haven’t gone yet either, why don’t I go with you, Mammon?” You’ve done this so many times that you could probably do it in your sleep. It was nothing but a story meant to scare children; it’s nothing you haven’t done before anyway. Besides, you figured by being there that Mammon might calm down. You knew he’d never ask you himself, that’s why you had to be the one to do it. “I’m getting a little jealous that everyone is having so much fun. I want to do it again! It’ll be so nostalgic for me.”

“That’s a weird version of nostalgia ya have.” Mammon muttered under his breath with a red tint to his cheeks. “It’s not like I need ya to join me or anythin’. I didn’t ask for this.”

“Of course not.” If you weren’t too busy trying to save Mammon’s pride and paid more attention to your surroundings, you might have caught the panicked looks on the others’ faces. “Never thought you would anyway. But I figured that we don’t have much longer before Lucifer gets suspicious of us and chews us out for goofing around in the hallway. We probably only have this last round left anyway. So we can do it together! Two birds with one stone.” You gave him a cheeky wink.

“Ah, w-wait!” Levi grasped your sleeve as the two of you started to head to the bathroom. “Uh, t-that’s not fair! We didn’t get to have you with us for our turn!”

“Hey! Hands off my human!” Mammon swats Levi’s hand away before you can respond and tugs you toward him. It was then, right as Mammon closed and locked the door, that you caught the panicked look on everyone’s face. Your eyes squinted as an odd feeling washed over you. Somehow you felt like you just walked into something that wasn’t meant for you. “So how do we do this?”

Snapping out of your thoughts and bringing your attention back to Mammon, you suddenly feel a cold sweat break out over you. “R-Right.”

“Huh? Don’t tell me you’re gettin’ all scared now!”

“Of course I’m not! I’ve told you that I’ve done this a million times! Nothing happens!” You couldn’t shake the feeling off, however. You rubbed your now sweaty palms over the front of your pants. Why were you so nervous? You glanced over at the half melted candle that sat on the counter (and it reeked strongly of roses; apparently the House of Lamentation lacked scentless candles and Asmodeus was the only one to go to) before flipping the light switch. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust, but you could still make out Mammon’s tense figure.

“Now what?” His voice was quiet and you could just barely make out a tremble.

“You just repeat the phrase “Bloody Mary” thirteen times.” You rocked on the backs of your heels, hands tucked behind your back as you watched on keenly. “Technically you’re supposed to do it alone, but I don’t think it’ll change anything.” You stayed close to the door, trying to see if you could hear anything from the other side, something that could explain the odd behavior of the brothers, but you couldn’t hear anything.

“I did it. Now what?”

“Huh?” You turned your attention back to Mammon. “You said it thirteen times already? How fast did you go?” An eyebrow quirked up and a grin appeared on your face. He really was adorable when he was nervous about something. “Well, I suppose if you really did do it thirteen times, now you just have to stare into the mirror.” You come up behind Mammon, tilting your head to the side as you watch him. He stared into the mirror with narrowed eyes, cautiously taking a step back after a few passing seconds. “Just make sure you stand out of arms’ reach.” He turned around with a quizzical look. “So she can’t reach out and grab you.”

“I regret wanting to know.”

“It doesn’t matter; nothing appears in the mirror anyway.” You brushed him off with a pat on his back. “Congratulations, you did it. Now you can tell your brothers you’re as brave as them.” You wrapped your hand around his wrist with the intention of pulling him out of the bathroom, however, he refused to move from the spot he stood. “What? Do you want to do it again that badly? Or are you looking for a dramatic exit?” Your grip on him tightened in an attempt to pull him out of the bathroom. As it would turn out, trying to force a demon to move was a lot harder than you thought. “Mammon, seriously--”

“It moved.” Your eyes traveled up to his face, moving to his side so you could look at him properly. “My reflection. It moved.” He repeated again, though this time his voice was a bit louder and his eyes were blown wide open. Suddenly, a cold weight settled in your stomach and you found yourself too scared to look at the mirror.

“That wasn’t funny.”

“Good, because I ain’t jokin’!”

“What do you mean it moved?”

“I mean my reflection moved; it moved! I turned to look at ya and my reflection was still starin’ at me!” With the clear panic in Mammon’s voice, you decided to suck it up and look at the mirror. With your eyebrows furrowed, you glanced between Mammon and his reflection. It appeared to be the same; nothing about the situation sticking out or appearing to be odd. Could it have been that he had become paranoid due to the dark?

“I’ll turn the light back on.” But you couldn’t move. Mammon had your wrist in an iron grip and you wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon. “Mammon, I need you to let go of me so I can turn the light back on. And then I can unlock the door and we can leave…” Your voice trailed off when you caught a glimpse of movement out of the side of your eye. Your attention shot to the mirror, eyes widened when seeing Mammon’s reflection smiling at the two of you. “U-Uh…” You’d never had this happen before; as far as you were aware, this game was completely made up. You were frozen in place as you continued to gaze at Mammon’s eerie reflection. This was fine; this was completely fine. At least, that’s what you were telling yourself until the bathroom lights started to flicker.

“No.”

Mammon turned to look at you with a bewildered face. “No?”

“Hell no. We are not doing this today or ever.” You had been struggling to get out of Mammon’s grip, but you eventually freed yourself. You lunged for the lightswitch but came to a sudden halt when you saw Mammon’s reflection attempting to grab him through the mirror. “Back up, Mammon! You can’t stand at arms’ length or she can grab you and pull you in; that’s what the rules of the game always said.” At this point, you weren’t sure if she even needed you at arms’ length, but you figured you’d warn him anyway.

“Do ya know how to make her go away?” Mammon’s voice was full of panic as he spoke, eyes anxiously darting around the bathroom. You clumsily flipped on the switch, only to feel your stomach drop when the lights didn’t turn on. You go for the doorknob, only to realize that it’s locked.

“No clue.” None of your friends ever thought you’d actually encounter her, so no one ever explained to you how to make her go away. You were feeling like the world’s biggest idiot right about now. “J-Just stay by my side and avoid her!” You quickly made your way back to the demon’s side, gripping onto his sleeve as you forced him a few steps back. “We should cover the mirror with something, right?” It was more of a question you were asking yourself, but Mammon went ahead with looking for something anyway.

“Just make sure ya don’t leave my side. Lucifer would kill me if he found out I let some demon eat ya.” Not that you would be leaving his side anyway. You couldn’t keep your eyes off Mammon’s reflection, watching anxiously as it kept its gaze on your figures.

“C-Can you just kick the door down?” You asked timidly. Sure, Lucifer would probably be seething when stumbling upon the busted bathroom door, but you thought you could justify it if needed. You watched as Mammon prepared to kick down the door when you caught something out of the side of your eye. “M-Mammon!” You watched in absolute horror as his reflection began to climb out of the mirror, its hands gripping onto the framing. “Mammon!” You were certain you’d never heard your voice raise so high before, but you’d also never been in this situation before. You could feel your eyes start to sting as warm tears blurred your vision; you had never been so scared. Was this seriously how you were going to die?

You felt yourself getting lifted off the ground, Mammon’s grip on you strong as he held you against himself. “I told ya I’d never let anythin’ happen to ya, didn’t I?” You didn’t answer him, only burying your face in the safety of his chest as hot tears streamed down your cheeks. Just as he lifted his leg to kick the door down, it swung open.

“We’re sorry, we didn’t think-- oof!”

You slowly moved your face away from Mammon’s chest to see Levi lying on the floor, clutching his stomach in his hands. Mammon blinked several times as he stared down at his younger brother. “What are ya doin’ on the floor?”

“What am I doing? You kicked me!”

“Why were ya in the way?”

“I was opening the door for you!”

“I didn’t ask ya to!”

“Is that how you thank me?”

Satan and Asmodeus were at your side within seconds, apologies spilling from their lips as Asmodeus delicately wiped your tears away with his thumbs. “We only meant to prank Mammon; you weren’t supposed to go in there with him!” The fifth oldest explained while Mammon and Levi continued to bicker in the background. Realizing you were still being held by the demon, you awkwardly shifted in his hold.

“So it wasn’t real?” You’re too scared to look behind you, so you clung to Mammon tighter.

“Of course not.” This time it’s Satan who was speaking. “If it had been real, we all would have been in there within seconds. We really didn’t think you’d offer to go in with him. We were trying to warn you but Mammon threw you into the bathroom before we could say anything.”

“So ya decided it would be funny to prank me, is that it?” Mammon’s back in the conversation as he carefully puts you down. “Normally that wouldn’t piss me off too much, but ya had to drag my human into your stupid mess? Ya made them cry! I would never make them cry!” Mammon pulls you away from the three brothers, keeping an arm around your waist as he pulls you closer to his side.

“Mammon, it’s not a big deal. They already apologized--”

“Who made you cry?” A silence swept over the hallway, everyone turning to see where the new voice came from.

“L-Lucifer!” Levi’s already hiding behind Satan as he addresses the eldest brother. “Crazy seeing you here.”

“I live here.” Lucifer was not in the mood for nonsense today, you could sense it. You could also tell he wouldn’t let you get out of this so easily. “I will not ask again after this. Who made you cry?”

“Satan, Asmodeus, and Levi.” Mammon answered for you. “They made them cry! Who pulls a prank like that, huh? That’s just mean!” You try to hide your snort from how bitter Mammon was from all of this. A devilish grin forms on Lucifer’s lips as he looks over the three brothers.

“I’ll be seeing you three in my room later then, won’t I?” The three awkwardly looked between each other before sighing and giving in.

“Yes, Lucifer.” They say in unison.

“As for you,” his eyes were on you now, “no more of these nonsense games, understood?”

“Yes, Lucifer.”

He seemed content with that, taking his gaze off you and placing it on the brothers again. “Now then, you three with me.” You and Mammon let out a breath you didn’t realize the two of you were holding when Lucifer turned away and left, the three brothers trailing after him. While you were relieved to find out that it had been an elaborate prank set up by Satan and the others, you were pretty confident that you would never be playing that game again. So no, you didn’t need to be told that twice.

[belpheroo]

Between the Flash and the Thunder

Rating: G Pairing: Mammon x MC Summary: MC has only been living in Devildom for a few months now and finds the storms in this realm are far more intense than the storms at home. Frightened, she reaches out to the devil put in charge of her well-being.

Like the age old question, “which came first, the chicken or the egg?” she didn’t know if her fear of lightning stemmed from the bright sudden flash itself or for the loud, rumbling thunder that followed it. The two were one in the same, were they not? Because it was the lightning that caused the sound, it just took longer for the sound to catch up with the flash.

In Devildom, the lightning was red and it arched through the clouds the way it did in the hot summers of her own world. Unlike heat lightning though, this stretched out, touched the earth and struck... it didn’t flash silently above ground, flickering like lightning bugs in a thick fog. The thunder was so loud she swore the windows would shatter, feeling the vibrations in her chest, rattling her heart until she felt the pulse of it in her throat.

The rain was unrelenting, beating against the House of Lamentation without empathy, without compassion for the slow churning anxiety growing in her stomach. 

Another flash lit up her room and she braced herself for the sound that would follow, breath caught in the cage of her chest. She held a whimper back in her throat as she rushed to cover her ears and muffle the ungodly crash. It sent her out of her bed, rushing out from underneath the covers and hurrying across the room to her door. The hallway was dim, but she could see well enough to make out the doors of the brother’s rooms. She had gotten out of bed with such purpose, but now she felt her resolve faltering as she stood, uncertain who to even turn to... or if they’d even sympathize with her fears.

She found herself outside a familiar door, the one she had spent the most time within thus far and the one who, regardless of his wants, was assigned to take care of her. It was the best gamble and so, steadying her hands, she rapped on Mammon’s door.

It was late, so she was unsurprised when there was no answer. She knocked again, louder, more desperate as another flash illuminated the hallway through the high arched windows and the thunder shook them in their frames.

Whether it was her knocking or the approaching storm, she was not sure, but within a moment she heard a grumbling sleepy voice call out and then the door opened.

“Mm up... power go out, Levi?” Mammon said, his voice a low mumble as he let his eyes adjust to the light and noted it was decidedly not Levi standing at his door. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just a pair of black shorts. Any other time, she may have openly oogled him, but right now? The thought didn’t even pass her.

“Eh? Whatchu doin’ waking me up at this hour, human?”

She scoffed, “How can you sleep through this?! I keep expecting the roof to cave in any second!”

She tried to sound less scared than she was, but the tremor in her voice was unmistakable and the heightened pitch in her voice was near panicked. Something like recognition seemed to come over Mammon’s features and he looked at her with a slight raise to his brows.

“You can watch a marathon of the scariest Devildom flicks we got, and you tellin’ me you’re scared of a little rain?”

“That’s not a little rain.” As if agreeing with her, the storm struck again, twice in quick session. Unbidden, she lurched forward, shoving past Mammon and into the room. He didn’t stop her, letting her pace aimlessly over his bedroom floor as she tugged and worried at the hem of her t-shirt.

She wore just that and a pair of pajama shorts, fidgeting now with the drawstrings, wrapping them around and around her fingers. Mammon rifled through a pile of clothes pulling on a shirt and turning on a lamp that set on a table by his sofa. Oddly, it helped, not being in the dark. But now in the light she was certain Mammon could see clearly the paleness in her cheeks and the cold sweat by her hairline.

“... you really are freaked out, aren’t ya?”

“Yeah! I am! The little baby human is scared of the thunder! So what? Lucifer said you’re supposed to be the one who I go to when things are crappy so... so if you don’t like it take it up with him!” she said, words sharp and biting as she refused to meet his eyes.

“Hey, hey! Calm down, I wasn’t tryin’ to start anything... just kinda surprised. Um. So in case no one mentioned it, Devildom storms are more intense than human storms.”

She swallowed hard, wrapping her arms around herself, “Yeah. I got that.”

“Well c’mere and sit down.” Mammon said with a sigh, taking the liberty of plopping down on his own leather sofa. He tugged a blanket off the back and offered it to her the moment she finally came around to sit next to him.

The leather was cool on the back of her thighs and she was grateful for the blanket the moment she sat down. She sat up, wrapping the blanket around her and settling back on the sofa with her legs crossed under her. The blanket was warm and it smelled vaguely of cologne... cedar and smoke.

“...I’m sorry.” she said, not even sure why, “I don’t get like this at home, well, not anymore. When I was a kid I hated them but... it’s just...”

There was the thunder again. She jumped nearly out of her skin, finding that being in the lit room meant she couldn’t see the lighting flash it’s warning to brace.

“S’alright. And you’re right, Lucifer would rip my ass if I let you shiver yourself outta your bones over this.”

His words drew her attention to the fact she was shaking.

“I’m just cold.” she lied, wrapping the blanket tighter. Mammon didn’t say anything for a moment, but then he haphazardly threw his arm over the back of the sofa and waved her over.

“C’mon. The Mammon isn’t g-gonna have you smearin’ his good name by telling Lucifer he let you freeze.”

She considered for a moment and had his voice not wavered just that little bit or had his cheeks not reddened slightly when he spoke she would have said no... but instead she slipped closer and let Mammon tuck her against his side. He was warm, incredibly warm... and something about being next to someone, even someone she didn’t know that well, helped soothe the tremor in her chest.

“It can’t hurt you, ya know. It’s all talk. Storms here are loud and bright, but while we’re in the House? Nothin’ gets through.”

“...yeah?”

“Yeah. Got wards everywhere. You think we’d let you stay here if it was gonna burn down the first time a little lightning hit it? Windows might make a racket, but they won’t break either.” Mammon said with a short laugh, “...you’re perfectly safe. S’long as you’re in these walls.”

There was a moment of calm where the only sound she heard was the faint rise and fall of her own breath and Mammon’s. The thunder rumbled less fiercely and she felt Mammon hand come to rest on her shoulder, holding her against him.

“Thank you.” 

Mammon looked at her with a raised brow, eyes widened a fraction, “Y-yeah. Well. You better be grateful, I’m friggin tired.”

“Oh? Well, I guess I could go to Levi’s room if you wanted. I’m sure he’s up.”

She felt his fingers curl into the fabric of her t-shirt.

“No way! He will just keep gamin’ and ignore ya! You’re much better off here with The Great Mammon. I’ll stay awake all night until the storm goes by!”

She smiled, turning to rest her cheek against Mammon’s chest as she shifted to more comfortable position.

“How will I possibly ever thank my gallant hero?” she said, hiding her smile as she closed her eyes and tucked the blanket around herself.

“Ha, that’s right. I am pretty gallant, aren’t I? Keepin’ humans like you safe.”

She only hummed, attention drawn to the fading sound of thunder for a brief moment before she let out a deep sigh.

“Can you turn the light off?”

“O-oh. Sure.” Mammon said with a mumble, holding unto her a bit tighter to keep her in place as he stretched over and flicked off the lamp. She heard the rustle of the sofa as Mammon got comfortable. She took the liberty of uncoiling some of the blanket around herself so it covered his own lap.

“Just wake me up if your arm falls asleep... or when the storm passes. I’ll get outta your hair then.”

Mammon scoffed, “You ain’t that heavy. Besides...”

His voice was so low she could just barely make out the words, “...I kinda like it.”

The thunder was a distant memory now and it struck her that she did feel very safe now... but she wasn’t sure if it was Mammon’s talk about the wards or just the uncharacteristically calm demeanor of the devil next to her and the secure grip of his arm around her. It was easy to fall asleep with how warm he was against her side and at one point she swore she felt his fingers brushing through her hair in slow deliberate strokes.

The night passed on and when the storm cleared Mammon did not wake her... even when his arm fell asleep.