#so ill get to them within the next few days ya

[toxooz]

Ramsuse is kinda..👀😳

Indeed he is kinda 👀👀👀👀👀👀🥵🥵

[muzanswaifu]

Fated Pair

Alpha! Tomioka x Omega! Fem! Reader

18+

Your entire life, you lived as a beta, not having to worry about such tedious things like glands, heats, and instincts. But that all changed when a certain slayer came to town, altering everything as you knew it. It seemed fate had finally brought you together.

Since fated pair won my omegaverse poll, here ya go 👀 Might make a second part in the future just to clarify some things in their relationship...

Big thank you to my beta readers @mistymuichiro & @thosestarry-nights & @astrasolitaris !!!

Warnings: Omegaverse, Smut, Yandere Tendencies, Dub-con, Rut, Heat, Kidnapping, Scenting, Mating Bites, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Face Riding, Cunnilingus, Doggy Style, Rough Sex, Creampie, Knotting, Breeding, Pregnancy Kink, Impregnation, Dirty Talk, Praise

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“Go get more water… towels too!”

“Guard the entrance to the block as well - make sure no one comes through-”

“Close the door!”

You could still hear the commotion outside, your family scrambling with commands and precautions like busy bees in a hive. Although if you were in their place, you supposed you would be too.

This was all your fault. None of this would be happening if it weren’t for you. Why did it all have to change?

You were a beta. You were supposed to be a beta. In your family lineage for as long as anyone could remember, everyone either grew to be a beta or an alpha, and even the ladder was quite rare. Your siblings and yourself were always warned to keep your distance from omegas. They were needy, weak, and always brought trouble along with them. Even your father, who was an alpha, biologically programmed to desire an omega, despised them, citing them as nothing but lustful rodents who relied on others to care for them.

At the time, you neither held resentment nor admiration for the secondary gender. If anything, you were grateful. Even when your age of puberty came, you hadn’t needed to deal with the struggles of a heat or rut or anything of the matter. You were simply normal, experiencing the usual growing pains and figure development. You hadn’t worried when your cycle never came, plenty of people blossomed later in life. Life was easier, nobody shamed you, you fit in with the general population, too well. You never could bring yourself to date or fuss over anyone. It wasn’t that you didn’t have crushes, you did, but they never seemed worth any hassle. You couldn’t imagine a future with anyone, nor did you hold any attraction except superficial. They weren’t the one.

But that all seemed to change overnight, your world quite literally flipping over the next morning as a strange feeling overcame you. Your parents warned you all that morning to be careful as there were reports of a monster near the village, so you assumed the feeling of uneasiness was a result of your body’s natural apprehension. But you fell terribly ill within a few hours, hellish cramps overcoming your body and bile spilling out of you to no end. Mother chalked it up to some surge of influenza and the others joined her theory, and you kept your own thoughts to yourself. You’d still never admitted that you’d never gotten your period, and now seemed too late as you’d become an adult already. It was far too late to worry them.

Thankfully the illness had come and gone within a few days, leaving as quickly as it had come. But just when you’d given in to the assumption that it was just a sickness, it’d returned again, far stronger and more potent. You couldn’t even walk then, your body in so much pain that you couldn’t stop throwing up and trembling. You’d genuinely thought you’d been dying, but, yet again, it left you after only a few days. As did the company that had returned to the village. You family was becoming concerned, and you felt far too afraid to admit to them of your fears. Moreover, you didn’t want to speak them into existence.

The third bout of sickness was when a doctor was called in, the worst of your suspicions confirmed. You were an omega, later developed, but developed nonetheless. You worried Father wouldn’t speak to you ever again when he disappeared for several weeks, not a whisper of where he was going, until he’d returned late one night with the reason for his departure - the strongest heat suppressant available in the country. You took it without a second thought, uncaring of the symptoms as you prayed they would free you from this curse of misery. And it seemed to work for some time. You weren’t plagued with crippling pains and aches, you didn't have as many thoughts of depression and anxiety. You thought you were cured.

But it was only a temporary reprieve.

As only weeks later you were burdened yet again with an explosion of suffering, the worst one yet. You spent most hours weeping and crying, begging the gods to let you experience even a moment of peace. Your father seemed to change strategies as he instructed your siblings to go into town and fetch articles of clothing to bring back to you, to find the source of these forcefully induced dry heats. One by one you smelled them, scrunching your nose and cringing at all of them. They smelt disgusting, horrid enough to make you spit up all over again. It’d gotten to the point where you’d sob in Father’s arms and beg him not to make you smell another one, begging for his forgiveness for ruining everything. He just held you tight and pushed another piece of cloth to your nose, asking you if this was the one. You threw up again.

Finally, your youngest brother stumbled in one evening, the color drained from his face and his eyes wide. You wept when you saw him, another test clutched in his quivering fist, knuckles whitening. Slowly he handed it to you, a hand to your neck to force you to take it in. With tears in your eyes you did so, preparing to gag, but the feeling never came.

With a single breath your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, drool collecting on your tongue and threatening to drip down your lip. It smelt magnificent. A delicious combination of sweet rain and fresh moss. Purrs of pleasure came rippling from your throat and you nuzzled against the fabric, the tip of your tongue gently tracing the fibers. All the pain slowly melted away, your brain becoming fuzzy and clean like swabs of cotton. For the first time in forever, you felt truly safe.

Your mother gasped

“Where - who did you get this from?” she croaked.

Your brother gulped. “The - the guy who came ‘c-cause of the monsters…,” he mumbled, “The slayer…”

Everyone stopped and looked at him, their eyes dark and grave.

“H-he came up to me in the square… asking for my scarf - or actually… (y/n)’s scarf…”

Father glared at him. “You idio-”

“Let him finish!” Mother interrupted as she held him back. Your brother just looked down and fiddled with his hands.

“So I gave it to h-him, a-and he seemed to like it, so I took his handkerchief, b-b-but,” he paused to look up at them, “h-he said it didn’t matter… that he’d… pay for her.”

Your father took in breath and sighed, carefully walking over to him, towering over the small boy.

“Were you followed?”

“I-I don’t think s-so…”

“Good. Lock the doors.”

Everyone took shifts to stay up that night, guarding the doors and peeking out the windows for any sign of visitors. You could sense their troubles, but for the most part you kept to yourself, cuddled up against the handkerchief and resting. Despite the brief ease of pain, you still felt the discomfort of your heat, still missing something but not quite sure what yet. 

There were no signs of any trouble for several days, until the night you woke to hushed voices and sounds of scurrying. Listening in, you quickly gathered what was happening.

The man - no - the alpha was here. Father went outside to talk to him. Although you were pretty sure there was no talking involved… more likely there was yelling… maybe some threatening.

After a few painful minutes, he came back in, a deep scowl painting his face. He also carried with him a multicolored robe, half red, half tessellated. He threw it to you before walking to the main room where the rest of your family was. You quickly huddled over it and started cuddling. It smelled perfect.

“... What did he say?” Mother hesitantly questioned.

“Bastard is stubborn. Says he’s not leaving without her. Told him ‘tough luck’. Nobody is leaving until he does.”

Your siblings all groaned, resuming their posts of either guarding the door or taking their turn of sleep. Despite not being yourself, you still felt the guilt of it eat at you. As soon as they left, your mother leaned closer to him.

“Dear… are you sure this is what’s best? Look at her - she’s miserable… we all are.”

He just shook his head at her.

“He’s not taking her. Not my daughter.”

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The following days were gruesome. For everyone. No one was allowed to leave other than the occasional grocery run. No one could go out to their individual jobs. Even hobbies were off the table as every hour of the day was spent protecting the house. Protecting you.

This was the longest heat you’d had yet. It was as if your body knew your alpha was nearby, waiting for him to come claim you before you were allowed to calm down. The dry spell was wearing off, the sharp pains being transformed into uncomfortable cramps that made you desperate to wrap your legs around something. Your every entrance ached for company, feeling empty and barren without the presence of your alpha’s taste and essence. But regardless of your buzzed mind, you were still you enough to be too embarrassed to complain about that discomfort.

But even that part of your dignity was wearing thin. Every day without your carnal needs being tended to was just multiplying them. They all tried to give you privacy to take care of yourself, but it was simply impossible to leave you alone for too long. You needed to have eyes on you at all times in case the worst happened. In case he found you. So you settled for wrapping yourself up in his clothing. How was it possible for a single man to smell so edible? You found yourself wondering on the quiet days what he looked like, where he lived, how many pups he wanted. The primal part of you was oh so desperate to please him, regardless of how much you knew about each other. The omega part of your mind assured you every hour of the day that this was fate. That you were meant for each other. That you needed each other. 

But some part of you was still skeptical. No one else had felt right, so why would he? 

Everything would be fine… within a few days, surely the standoff would break. The man had to leave sometime. Regardless of the heartbreak such a thought brought you, it was what was best for everyone. 

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You were awoken one night to a sudden crash of noise outside your room, followed by voices bickering. Vaguely you could make out the voices of your parents, followed by one you didn’t recognize. One that sent warmth right to the core of you. Within moments there seemed to be an altercation, two thuds hitting the ground. The sound was short lived as silence followed soon after. Your heart raced with the footsteps that slowly crept to your door, your arms hugging your scented jacket to your chest. The steps were ceased with more conflict, another bout of harsh words spoken before several more thumps followed. Like they were nothing.

Frantically, you crawled into your closet, quietly shutting the door and shaking as you curled into yourself. You tried your best not to cry, not to make a sound, but you were scared, horrified. Every conscious cell in your brain was screaming at you to run while the other half were begging you to get pupped. Your breathing stopped as soon as the door slid open.

His footsteps treaded carefully across the wooden floor, taking their sweet time to take in the scenery of your room. To find you. A subtle trill of growls could be heard along with the creaking of the floorboards, adding to your horror. He seemed to stand still for a few moments, taking in long drawls of your scent before heading straight to your hiding place. You froze.

You braced yourself as the closet door was carefully, slowly pushed open, your eyes shut tight and pouring with tears. A sob escaped you as the moonlight poured in to shower you. You were done for, you were sure of it. 

A gentle hand whispered along your hairline, tucking the hair out of your eyes.

“It’s okay kit, I’ve got you… I’ve got you.”

The sound of his voice was like that of an angel, soft and pleasant to the ear. Shyly you looked up from your lap, curious to find the owner of such a song, and you were not at all disappointed. Velvety, fluffy dark hair, a large muscular build, deep azul eyes. You could get lost in those eyes. You so desperately wanted to.

You were confident then that you had died and standing right in front of you was an angel ready to take you to heaven. No other explanation would suffice. He was simply too beautiful to truly exist. A rush of slick pooled down your thighs and you whined. Your hands were reaching up toward him before you could stop them, his own sinewy arms coming down to wrap under your arms to hike you up. You whimpered as you were lifted to his chest, looking back sadly toward your abandoned coat. He promptly leaned over and snatched it up. “I know, omega, I see,” he mumbled into your ear, sending a thrill up your spine.

He draped your haori, his haori really, over your shoulders so it would cover your nude back before he headed back out the door. You didn’t know where he was taking you, nor did you care. All you cared about was getting more of his scent into your body as you smelled and licked at the gland in his neck that he had so gracefully exposed for you when he tore aside his uniform.

As he carried you out, you could see the unconscious bodies of your family lying on the ground, not one of them with a single scratch. He must’ve knocked them out somehow. All except your father, who still seemed to be attempting to get up. He rambled angrily at your alpha, words no one could understand as they slurred from his mouth. Your alpha stopped in the doorway to your home, turning to face your struggling father who glared from his place on the floor. You looked down at him sadly and tears welled in your eyes.

“I left my payment on the table. We’ll see you again… sometime," Alpha spoke, not a hint of sympathy in his eyes. Not even when he turned you around did he seem to be riddled with guilt, a mewl falling from your lips as shape canines pricked at the nape of your neck, sinking deeper and deeper until you were howling from the pain, your vision going stark white as you were claimed. You passed out not a moment after, your alpha licking his lips of your sweet blood.

When you awoke you were in a house you didn’t recognize, in a bed that wasn’t yours, but you had a hard time caring as everything smelt purely of him. His scent fermented in the air you breathed like a fine wine, getting you drunk off the mere smell. Perhaps it was because he sat only a few feet away at the foot of the bed, as if guarding you from the outside. It made you feel that much safer. As soon as he saw you rise from your slumber, his pupils grew, the cautionary slits becoming dilated orbs. You pouted when he backed off the mattress, his hand pointing toward you, as if commanding you to stay in place.

“Nest, omega.”

The command rang in your ears like an alarm, your mind quickly working overtime to complete the task. Your alpha must’ve prepared as there were several piles on the floor composed of blankets, pillows, and clothing, all perfect for your nest. You set about collecting the one that you deemed fit, weaving them together over the bed like a second layer. It was like your body instinctively knew what to do as you not once had to overthink how to craft your nest, your hands doing all the work while your mind wondered. When you were finally finished, you sat at the center of it like an obedient dog, looking to your owner for your next order.

Your heart soared when he softly smiled at you, briskly walking over and cupping your cheek, running his nose along your jawline. His skin touching yours felt like fireworks were going off inside of you. Heat rose to your face as you then realized he was completely naked as well.

“You’re such a good girl… good omega. It’s time for you to complete the bond,” he murmured as he joined you in your nest, setting himself in front of you and moving his fluffy, long hair to the side, exposing his nape. Your own mating bite throbbed like a reminder on your neck as you eagerly latched your little teeth to his skin, biting as hard as you could until blood filled your mouth. It tasted sweet. You licked your lips as you pulled away, blushing at the indent it left in his skin, showing your marking of him. The throbbing eventually faded away into nothingness, paving the way for a heady pleasure that reached from your head to your toes. You felt complete, like a part of you was missing this entire time and you just hadn’t realized it. Every sense of struggle and rebellion inside you vanished, and you collapsed back onto the bed.

“Alphaaa…” you moaned, writhing in your nest with a newly awakened pleasure, one that made the emptiness in your womb all the more noticeable. Pups. You needed pups.

“Get up, omega. You’re going to sit on my face,” he leisurely commanded, staring down at you with possession and licking his lips. Your body moved on its own, shifting to the side so alpha could lay in your place while you straddled his head. Embarrassment still managed to weasel its way inside of you. What if he didn’t like the color? The smell? The taste? For once, your brain and your omega were both anxious about the same thing.

He seemed to notice your apprehension as took a deep breath of scent, growling lowly and dragging you down to properly seat yourself in his mouth. You cried out as he dragged his tongue between your slick folds, settling the tip on your clit and bringing it into his mouth to suck. Your legs trembled on either side of his head, your hands falling to clutch at his locks to brace yourself. His own paw wrapped around your ass, guiding you to properly grind yourself against his tongue while he enjoyed you. Sounds of rapture tore from you, falling upon his eager ear like music from the gods. Slick poured down his throat like an elixir, coating his tongues and messily dripping down the sides of his mouth. He ate from you like you were a ripened fruit, abundant with juice and teeming with nectar ready to be plucked and devoured. 

Your grief of emptiness quickly fell to the back of your mind as you focused on the divine ecstasy of being eaten, your sex swollen and sensitive as alpha relentlessly took what he needed from you. He shamelessly groaned into your heat, openly expressing how pleased he was with what you had to offer. He cursed every so often, spreading your lips open with two fingers and pressing his nose close to smell your feminine scent. Those same two fingers were quick to sneak into you, spearing you open on his thick digits, all to prepare you for something much bigger. It didn’t take you long to come, juices leaking out of you generously as you clenched on his thrusting fingers and cried out. He still rocked you upon his face as you came down from your high, licking up every messy drop from you regardless of your sensitivity. You bit back your tears and let him do as he pleased, so very eager to please your alpha. You’d be in agony without him so the least you could do was feed him.

You turned back after a moment to distract yourself from the overstimulation, desperate for something to cling to. Your gaze instantly landed on the cure for all your agony.

His cock stood tall and proud between his strong thighs, the tip flushed with color and large veins popping all over it. It was so thick… so long… it was going to tear you apart so easily… you’d never wanted anything more in your life. You drooled as you looked back at it, a renewed vigor alighting in your cunt. Especially when your eyes lingered down to the base of it, the beginnings of a bulbous knot taking root there, preparing to plug you up so you can keep all his little babies warm. You salivated at the thought.

Finally, alpha had his fill, pressing several soft kisses to your pussy before unraveling you from his face and setting you aside. Your belly stirred as you watched his cock bob between his legs as he rose up, his muscles straining beautifully like strings on a harp as he moved. You wanted nothing more than to crawl in his lap and lavish him with attention, worship your alpha like he so deserved for taking care of you so well. But your body refused to move, clinging to his every word and awaiting his command. You watched hungrily as he stood and stretched his arms and neck, likely sore from lying about for so long. He laughed softly as he caught you staring, your eyes staring lovingly between his thighs as you panted like bitch in heat. After all, you were one.

“Down,” he told, his voice imposing and husky, “Spread your legs.”

You didn’t even have to think as your body did what it was told, lying on your back obediently in the center of your nest and opening your legs. He grinned meanly.

“Not that way. Present for me.”

You whined as you rolled to your front, planting your face in the sheets and raising your ass high in the air, presenting your little hole for breeding. 

He chuckled and climbed in the nest behind you, running a warm hand along your spine.

“That’s a good girl. So obedient for me… You want my kits don’t you?” he crooned. 

You cried out into the bedding, raising your hips higher and wagging your ass at him. He tutted at you and kept you still with hand, leering down at you with predatory eyes like a fox to a rabbit.

“Puh-please alpha… it hurts…,” you sobbed, sniffling weakly and trying to press your thighs together to ease the ache inside of you. He easily pried them open again, slipping his swollen cock between your legs and dragging it across your cunt and belly.

“I asked you a question, omega. Answer me.”

“Y-yes, alpha!,” you cried, biting your fist with frustration, “I-I want your kits… s-so bad…”

He chuckled again with approval and playfully rocked his member against you. “You do, don’t you… I’d bet this is your first time wanting anything like this, isn’t it?” You furrowed at his question, plagued by its accuracy. He seemed to take enjoyment with your confusion.

“I was in a similar situation myself,“ he muttered, taking his cock away from your legs and pressing the leaking tip between your folds, making you shiver. “I didn’t want anyone, didn’t need anyone, I thought it just wasn’t meant to be.”

He slowly pitched his hips forth into your tightness, stealing your breath away as he split you open. Despite the abundance of slick, the stretch hurt more than anything, tears dripping down your cheeks as you whimpered. He only stopped when he was balls deep, every inch of his cock swaddled by your plush insides. You swore you could feel him all the way to your brain.

“Didn’t - didn’t think I’d ever meet anyone I’d wanna mate with,” he grunted, nearly whining from how tight you were, “But then I was called to that small, little village, could smell you a mile away… took me weeks to find you…”

“Please d-don’t move yet alpha,” you begged feebly.

“I know kit, I know… ‘s your first knot, I’ll be gentle,” he promises, easing your worries as you went limp into the bedding.

He waited patiently for your pain to ease, running his hands along your sides and petting your thighs. Regardless of the hurt, slick gushed from you due to such nurturing.

“Asked your father to give you up… even offered him money, but he refused. So, I had to take you. Alpha knows what’s best, don’t I?”

“Y-yes, alpha,” you faintly murmured, your body heating up as you were molded around him like clay.

He softly smiled at you and rolled his hips, churning his cock into your guts. You shook with the sensation, so sure you would burst any moment with how full you were. Every second he moved, the wetter you became, slick sticking to his thatch of pubic hair and coating his heavy balls. The ache of penetration melted away with every second, pleasure filling the gaps it left.

His hand reached under you and pressed at your belly, rubbing the bulge he’d left in you.

“Gonna leave my pups right here, right where you need them… need you to keep them warm until they make it to your belly.”

You hardly even heard him as you drooled into the nest, moaning and mewling like a little whore. The pain was hardly there anymore, euphoria overwhelming you as you eagerly ground back into him, desperate for more of what your alpha could give you. Taking the hint, he began truly thrusting into you, pulling out several inches before shoving it all back into you, bullying your cervix into submission. Your cries of pleasure only increased in volume and frequency, filling the room along with the sloppy noises of your union. You wanted his cubs. You needed his cubs.

His knot, you realized. His knot was the answer to everything, the solution to all your problems. Without it you were just a hollow shell of an omega. You came from just the epiphany, squeezing tight around him and squirting slick into his lap.

“Kn-n-not,” you whined, “kn-not… knot… knot!” You were going to die if you didn’t get it, you could feel it!

He laughed cruelly behind you, “You want my knot, omega?” His hips moved faster, pounding you into the bed and ruining the nest you worked so hard to make. You didn’t care. There were more important things at stake.

“Yes!” you pleaded, sniffling pathetically and digging your nails into the many blankets surrounding you. He growled darkly and loomed over you, threading his hand around the back of your skull and shoving you into the mattress, limiting your air intake. He violently pistoned into you, using you as nothing but a hole to breed his cum into, precisely what you wanted. You squealed for him, happily gave him free use of your form to use for his benefit, anything was worth it if you got his babies. 

You could feel his knot grow as it pressed in and out of your hole, thickening furiously and stretching you beyond repair, ensuring that not a drop of his precious essence would exceed it. A dopey smile was plastered on your face as you let him use you, your hair messy and tousled as you were buried into the bed.

Finally his knot threatened full capacity, popping in and out of you painfully before locking inside, swelling to its full size and keeping you in place. You wailed with bliss, your climax a mere hair's breadth away as you awaited for a single push to make you tumble over the edge.

Your alpha panted viciously behind you, grunting and groaning as your cunt milked him unforgivably, The moment the first wave of cum filled you, you saw stars. Fireworks of scorching white lit up behind your eyes, blinding you and making you bawl. You’d never felt such bliss, such elation, it was bordering on the edge of painful as one high bled into another and another and another. Wave after wave of piping hot sperm was emptied inside you, filling out your belly and gushing into your womb. His large knot promised not a drop would go to waste as every ounce was kept in your pussy, filling you to brim so much so that you could nearly taste it.

You weakly tried to crawl away as it became too much for you, you couldn’t take it anymore. But even without his unrelenting hold on you, his knot wouldn’t allow you to go anywhere.

“No, omega,” he growled harshly, “Warm my kits that you begged for. You aren’t going to leave here without my litter growing inside you.”

He leaned over and pinched his teeth around your scruff, rendering you useless as you went limp underneath him. It was too much, you couldn’t take it all. But what choice did you have as he kept you in place, taking load after load of his potent seed into your womb, exactly what you had asked for. You pathetically wept against your arms as your belly was filled.

As was an omega’s fate, regardless of what was planned for. 

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[nejjirez]

E! 42 MILES HEADCANONS ☆.

summary: e!42 miles relationship headcanons , whats its like being in a relationship with him.. , slightly suggestive !

! implied black fem reader

a/n: these are from my dr , so they're probably not accurate to how he actually is but you can leave if you dont like it .. anyways enjoy !.

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hates seeing you all happy happy with boys other than the ones he trusts , he WILL come kiss you , hug you , ect

nigga is hella protective of you , watch someone get flamed for speaking bad about you 💀

his mom teased him for weeks about how he liked getting his hair done by you more than he liked getting it done by her

"mm , someone's in love huh? you normally only let me do your hair mijo." "mami she's my girlfriend chill"

he lovess seeing you in his clothes like he ill take pictures of you/with you with it on and giggle at it for hours .. days .. weeks ..

he know how to do braids , including box braids .. where my black readers at? he DEFINITELY sometimes does ur hair for u

"babyy , you got $180 for my hair?" "goddamn $180? go sit down ma i'll go buy the hair rq we not doin ts"

he is REAL serious about your attitude , this man Will grab you by your neck and tell you what place you're in ..

he only accepts your attitude when you're on your period , but he'll make sure you tone in down by sayin "ight mami chill .. i get it u on ya cycle and shit but chill"

KISSESS KISSESS AND MORE KISSESS .. this nigga LIVES for kisses. always kissin you in public or not and does NOT care

loves neck kisses , he started doing them to u when you're busy and he wants attention so when he saw you doing it to him it made him giggle

yall are the GOOFIEST AND FUNNIEST couple ever , wholee buncha play fights and laughing and shit

you can't take him seriously for shit , yall end up crackin up in the middle of an argument

"yo im sick of this shit bruh unadd him this his 3rd time textin u" ".. shess minee you stay away from her its not her timee ! head ass" "yo gtfo 😭"

he let you do his edges one day because you thought it was funny and begged him to , when he found out you tried to take a picture he stayed in his room until you agreed not to (you secretly still have one)

ARCADE DATES ARE A MUST (saying this cs i love them..) he always teases you before the two of you get there on how he's gonna beat u in every game

his hugs are the best , u could be breaking down and one hug from him is gonna make u feel all rainbows and sunshine ..

nigga is ALWAYS spoiling you.. you want it? mention that you want it around him? you gon get it within the next week/few days ..

ur house is his house .. his house is your house .. yall always at each other house..

"lets go home now im tired .." "which one?"

any insecurities? he gon kiss em

your #1 supporter no matter what you do or how wrong you are

whenever yall play roblox and someone stands on your head he WILL shoot them if its a game where he can kill people

he actually gets jealous so easily

HES ACTUALLY RLLY CLINGY

i had fun making these .. ill make more some other time

taglist: @marci-jean @gw3ndyswonderland @hiimayee @nokkihy @spiderheartzz @all444miles @444morales

[theconstellationprincess]

Whumptober Day 12: Underground caverns

On an extended trip to visit Durin and his family, Elrond forgoes mentioning the fact that being under the open sky is actually quite important for an elf's health. Durin worries.

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It started with some fatigue, barely enough to be noticeable to anyone who doesn't know Elrond, doesn't know how to see the glow that constantly surrounds him and recognize when it is fading. Durin does, and so he is concerned when Elrond sits heavily at the table- the one stolen from his High King- and the light has dimmed.

They have been having a wonderful time, during his stay. Elrond gets on exceptionally well with Disa and their children, something that warms Durin's heart to see. He had not said anything about being bothered, but Durin has doubt's that Elrond would speak up if something was bothering him.

20 years ago perhaps, but the elves in Lindon seem to have watered down the fire that used to burn so brightly in Elrond, and he is far more unsure of himself nowadays. Durin keeps a close eye on him throughout the day, and the glow does not fade more, but it does not recover either.

He keeps his mouth shut until the children have been put to bed- dozing off to the soft sound of Elrond's voice as he tells stories about a pair of twins that Durin finds himself enjoying. When it is just the adults left awake, before Elrond can take his leave but after Disa has retired, Durin speaks to him seriously.

"What's bothering ya?" He asks, voice stern as he stares at his old friend. He will not have Elrond suffering in his home, not when their relationship is still tenuous in its renewal. Durin does not want anything to grow between them and push them apart.

Elrond blinks at him, looking earnestly confused as he takes a moment to sift through his thoughts before speaking. "Whatever do you mean? I am perfectly well." But he is not, and Durin can tell by the waver in his voice that Elrond is trying to convince himself as much as he is Durin. Durin sighs and rubs a hand down his face to his beard, stroking it for a moment.

"Yer not glowing like you normally do." Elrond tenses, and Durin frowns because the glow fades even more. He reaches out, though to what purpose he doesn't know, but pauses when Elrond leans away from his hand. There is a dull shine in Elrond's eyes that hints at old pain, and Durin finds himself startlingly out of depth.

"I had forgotten you could perceive it," Elrond mutters, more to himself than Durin, looking down at his lap. Speaking louder, he looks towards During with a smile that does not reach his eyes, "It will be fine, I simply-" Elrond hesitates, looking vaguely ill for a moment. "Require more rest."

"Liar." Durin responds, looking deeply into Elrond's eyes. He softens, at the anxiety he can see clearly as day. "You can tell me, Elrond. I will not be angry with you for being unwell." And he must have hit the nail straight on the head because Elrond flinches and looks away, tense as anything.

A moment of silence passes, and Elrond drops his shoulders from where they'd gone up to his ears. "I need to leave, soon." His voice is very soft, apologetic in a way. "Being away from- Elves are not meant to dwell underground for long periods."

"Visiting us is making you sick?" Durin questions, leaning closer to Elrond. "What- Elrond you should have said something. I can always be the one who makes the trip-"

"I didn't want to impose, and it is fine for short periods but this... this has been pushing it. I only... I do not want to leave, I do not want to have to leave, and it is frustrating." Durin hums and moves so that they are sitting next to each other, thighs flush. Stupid elf- his stupid elf.

"You will leave tomorrow," Durin tells him after a long pause, "And return within a few months." Elrond gives him a weak smile and nods, chuckling wetly.

"I will miss you," He mumbles, fidgeting with his cloak. Durin sighs and pats his thigh.

"We will miss you too, which is why you have to come back soon, or I'll send Disa to drag you back." He threatens, fighting back his own smile when it sends Elrond into soft laughter. They sit in quiet for a little longer, watching the fire burn, until Elrond stands.

"I must rest for the journey tomorrow. Thank you, old friend." Elrond says softly, resting his hand on Durin's shoulder for a moment, and then he is gone.

Durin sighs and heads to his and Disa's bedroom. She is asleep, so he quietly slides in next to her and shakes his head. Elves and dwarves, not compatible by any sense of the word, and yet Elrond remains a true friend to him, albeit one he spends far too much time worrying about.

[merotwst]

IN DOCTOR'S OFFICE LIGHTING, I DIDN'T TELL YOU I WAS SCARED —- angst

‹. scarabia & pomefiore ›

. bulleted hcs

⇝you're very sick. how do they deal with it?

¬ tw: established relationship ; reader implied to be hosptally ridden type of ill ; hospitals, medicine etc. ; mentions of death but reader doesn't actually die in the fic ; lots of sadness ; dont read if ure uncomfy this is sad and i understand it's not for everyone ; open ended

۵ not proofread. we die like the dumb little bitches we are.

kalim al-asim ‹ scarabia ›

. when he first found out you were ill, his whole world stopped.

. how? why? what happened?

. were you two just not planning your future together on his bed one night just a few weeks ago? why are you here now on a hospital bed hooked up to things he didn't know what the names of were?

. all the questions swirled around his head but he would never ask them out loud.

. instead he would ask you different questions.

. “what do you feel like eating today? i'll order something!”, “what do you wanna watch together?”, “can i cuddle you tonight before i leave?”

. kalim never faltered in front of you. he was so excited to hear all about it when you come back from treatment, enthusiastically saying things like, “you look better already!” even if you know damn well you aren't but it's so sweet.

. he's always there on your bedside whenever he can be. always brings you something he thinks you'll love.

. hell, this man would bring in the best doctors just for you so please, please get better soon, kalim would do anything.

. every opportunity you have to get some time out of the hospital, he'll be there ready and planning a trip for the both of you (with doctor's approval, of course).

. he'll buy you anything you ask (or dont ask) for. because he believes you deserve everything. he wants you happy despite the cards you're dealt with and he will do everything in his power to do that.

. he's happiest whe he gets to take you out of the hospital for a while. if you can't find the opportunity to leave and he can't visit, you can expect lots of gifts and flowers sent to you and of course—jamil's cooking.

. he's so positive and hopeful and that just gives you strength. you'll never see him cry out of sadness. you'll never hear him say any negative thing even if it seems hopeless in your mind. he's your light at the end of the tunnel. he'll shine as bright as he can to light your path.

. you'll get better. you'll live a long, happy life with him. and even if he sometimes clutches his pillows at night and sobs silently onto his pillows after his latest visits to you, he knows you'll fight with him.

. and that's all he needs to know to wake up the next day with a new resolve to see you and cheer you on. he'll cheer you on till the sky falls and oceans dry and all he asks for you in return is to get better soon.

jamil viper ‹ scarabia ›

. the first thing this man says when he hears your diagnosis is “alright, let's get to work, ya hayati.”

. such a solid resolve. when you're breaking down, he's there. when you need anything, he'll do it for you. he doesn't leave your side and he understands that it's difficult and scary but the way he reassures you with such certainty makes you believe that it's only a matter of time before you're out.

. unlike kalim, he doesn't coddle you, but he's not harsh. he doesn't want to treat you differently because you're sick. he knows you're strong so he treats you just like he always has.

. of course, as stated earlier, if you ever needed comfort he's right there.

. you're one of the few things he'd leave kalim's side for. sure his schedule is busy, but everything else be damned he'll always, always make it a point to see you at least once a day.

. bringing food to you, singing to you—all the things he never did for others he did it on your bedside within the confines of these four walls in their sickening shade of white.

. he appears resilient, but jamil is only human.

. he wasn't given much growing up that he didn't need to share. one thing he had found that he felt he could truly call his... was you.

. and he would be lying of he said he wasn't scared. jamil was terrified deep down.

. but he hides it well with the lunchboxes he makes you and the way he squeezes your hands when you're asleep and the way he sneakily kisses you goodnight before he leaves you.

. you. the one thing the didn't think he would lose was at risk of disappearing from his life.

. he would come home with an ache in his heart. he's scared one day all he'd have left of you are some of your things in his drawers, photographs and memories of the happiest days of his life.

. and he'd sit down and stare at empty space, his mind cursing at the world for making him go through all this. for letting him have a taste of his own little freedom in your arms only to try and yank it back from him.

. but he wasn't going to let go. and he knows neither would you.

. and after those silent moments of anger, frustration and fear... he'd relax. and he'd smile because he remembers you're still here.

. then he'd get up and think of the next thing you'd want to eat again tomorrow, knowing and deep down, silently praying you'd still be on your bed with a warm smile and welcoming him back into your arms.

. his very own form of freedom.

vil schoenheit ‹ pomefiore ›

. just like jamil, he's not one to change the way he treats you whenever he hears the news.

. i feel like he may be more strict than jamil, though.

. after all, vil has a routine he's been following for years now. and as someone who's battling and recovering from an illness, he expects you to give it your 100% whenever possible.

. he knows it's difficult, but he also doesn't want to lose you.

. if ever sometimes you get frustrated or want to give up, you can rely on vil to get your sights straight again.

. although sometimes he'll come off as a bit harsh, please understand that he's just scared of losing you.

. he knows you can overcome this and he'll be there every step of the way to make sure you do.

. and of course, he rewards your hard work :3

. every milestone on your journey gets a prize. whether it be you enduring mildly tiring physical exercises or getting an operation for something—vil always makes sure to get you something nice.

. new clothes you'd like, things that you enjoy, food, sometimes even signed vynils from your favorite artists.

. sometimes, if you're lucky, something vil made himself. a meal, clothes he made for you personally etc.

. he'll tell you how proud he is and how beautiful you look despite everything.

. and then he gets soft and holds you close.

. and in the rare occason he gets to stay overnight beside you, you'll wake up in dead of night when he thinks you're asleep.

. there's soft sobs and his arms wrap around you a little tighter.

. and it's your turn to reassure him. because he's just as terrified as you are.

. and eventually for a few moments, it gets better knowing that you'll get better.

rook hunt ‹ pomefiore ›

. he's crushed. he's absolutely heartbroken.

. his beloved? his darling? the most beautiful person he's known to exist in his eyes... is suffering.

. he's going to talk to you. and explain that it hurts him to see you like this but he will never abandon you.

. every moment of every second, rook is there to hold your hand and kiss you and remind you of the many reasons to keep fighting.

. the gifts, the constant presence in your life, the words of affirmation—bros never leaving your side and that's a fact.

. and sure, he's a little dramatic at times, but that's just how he is. he never makes you feel bad, never makes you sad despite everything.

. even though it's hard for both of you, he never complained. sometimes he gets dramatic and curses the fates or something, but he never makes you feel bad about it.

. he never misses any moment with you. rook hunt is the definition of dedication and perseverance when it comes to your healing.

. he does so much and sometimes, you wake up after a long, comfortable sleep and you just see him beside your bed.

. he will never say it out lout and will never let it show but... you know he's tired, too.

. so for a few moments, you just let him rest. you squeeze his hand gently as he sleeps and you see just the faintest of smiles appear on his face.

. he's awake and you know it. but you humor him and let him have an excuse to let you hold his hand as he 'sleeps'.

. maybe when he wakes up again, you might be better, who knows?

. too good to be true? not for rook who genuinely believes that at any time, the doctors will come in to announce you're fully healed.

. but until that happens, he'll enjoy the feeling of your still warm hand in his and try to go back to sleep.

epel felmier ‹ pomefiore ›

. 'don't cry, don't cry, don't cry...'

. he mentally chanted to himself as tears streaked down his face when he heard the news.

. for all the tough guy act he likes to put out most of the time, he can't help but be soft when it comes to you.

. you didn't view him as anything but as the guy you fell in love with.

. not a pretty face, not a guy trying hard to come out as more manly (as much as he hated to admit it, so many other students saw him as exactly this), not some country kid with a weird accent whenever he gets mad or excited.

. you saw him as epel. your epel.

. and now your epel was a sobbing mess in front of you. he hates that he's crying, but this only shows how much he cares about you.

. you spend the first night exchanging reassurances and little promises with each other while hugging each other tight.

. while you were gettng your treatment, you've pretty much just about tried every single type of food and beverage that can be produced with the use of apples.

. boxes would come to your hospital room from his family and it's become a running joke between you whenever another box arrived.

. “an apple a day...”

. followed by little giggles you'd both share as he peeled one of them for you.

. epel didn't bring you over the top extravagant gifts, but he would visit you everyday and tell you all the fun things that happened and how he can't wait to experience them with you again.

. epel would cry. he'd cry at times when it feels low. and he'd cry when things started to look up.

. epel would tell you how scared he is of losing you. but he'd also tell you that he knows how hard you're fighting and how much he hopes to see you again outside the suffocating white walls of your hospital room.

. to see you under the summer sun, sitting on one of the branches of the apple trees in his hometown, laughing with your bare feet swinging while calling out his name.

. he'd have dreams like this sometimes and he'd wake up with tears in his eyes.

. he tries his best not to take it as a grim reminder—but a beacon of hope. a vision of what could be in the future.

. and with that in mind, he sleeps a little better. hanging onto dreams like this and praying they become something that would manifest in reality sooner rather than later.

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[psychesalcove]

Hey I'd like to request something but if you don't feel like it, all good. Maybe like a Clarisse La Rue x GN! or fem! reader (because she gives sapphic) where r has an old injury that didn't really heal right and it got really aggravated by a sparring session with another Ares kid?

Have a good one!

Hi babes!!

I'm so so sorry it's taken this long to get to these requests,, but I'm trying to file through them to get them out to you guys!!

Anyways, this is such a cute idea for clarisse,, ill probably be making it a fem reader—hope that's okay—and I feel like clarisse would be all going ab her day as normal but then the ares kid who spared with you comes up and is like "before u kill me just know i didn't know ab (reader) injury k?" And then clarisse is all like: "tf u mean is she okay??🤨😠"

I'll try to have this up soon, either today or within the next few!! Love ya 🫶🏻🫶🏻

₊ ⊹ finished work for this request !

[panie-wanie-dean-bean]

You remind yourself to breathe. Alright, you’re ok, first days on the job are always nerve wracking but you’ve got this! The person interviewing you must have thought so anyway, giving you the job on the spot. Oh, who are you kidding? They’re probably just understaffed, but at least the manager here seems normal. You had to quit your last job due to your boss being a bit of a…all around creep? But that’s behind you now! After you got home from your interview you called up your boss, telling them that you quit and won’t be wasting the next two weeks of your life coming into their damn store…

Ok, you didn’t have the guts to actually say that, but it’s what you meant!

Whatever, what matters is that you made it nice and early to your first shift at Bitties Inc. The name is a little much considering that, at least this location, is in a strip mall. But seeing as there were quite a few bitty focused companies nowadays it was inevitable that a few names would suck. You make sure to park within the guidelines you asked about yesterday and walk on over to your new job

A string of small bells chimes as you walk through the front door, gaining the attention of your new boss at the counter “Hello there! Oh, it’s just you” The sudden drop from their customer service voice to their regular tone is almost comical “Alright, I’ll leave Clare to watch the front, follow me” They begin to walk towards the office your interview took place in yesterday before signaling, to who you can only assume to be Clare, to take over the front. Clare’s skittery, slightly melancholic demeanor wasn’t helping your “New Job Anxiety” in the slightest, but your boss can’t be that bad, right?

You walk into their office before sitting in a small spinny chair. You think they might actually be called swivel chairs but that’s dumb, they’re chairs that go spinny, they’re spinny chairs. You hear your new boss clear their throat, was it that obvious you were spacing out? “Anyway, since this is your first week your main job is to learn how to do your job, and to learn what your job actually is” You feel your heart sink, isn’t your job just selling bitties? “Well, that’s the problem. This store sells both actual bitties and other things bitties might need, clothes, accessories, toys, that kind of thing. We’ve been making some pretty good sales on the later, but we haven’t actually sold a bitty in a while”

You cock your head slightly, that is a little weird but how exactly do they want you to help with that? They’re not gonna put you on a street corner with a big sign are they? “Oh stars no! Ya see, we haven’t sold a bitty in so long now that it’s actually getting a little suspicious. To the point where we’re starting to think the bitties are working together to not be sold”

That’s a shock, you thought bitties weren’t capable of that sort of thing “We didn’t either, but it’s been over a month now and we haven’t sold a single bitty, not even the more popular types. All our customers who come here looking for a new bitty leave in a huff, talking about how wild and ill mannered they are. That’s where you come in” …You? “Yeah, all the bitties here hate the staff, but you’re fresh meat. You’re still gonna be working the front, but your main job is going to be gaining those bitties trust and figuring out what the hell is going on out there”

Oh, wow, ok, that was not on the job description. You open your mouth to tell them as much only for them to cut you off with a “Think you can handle it?” Yes…

Yes? YES???? NO, you are not prepared for this fucking job, what! Mouth why?! “Great! Since your resume said you’ve worked in retail before I’ll just need to give you a brief tour of how our equipment works. After that, I’ll introduce you to the bitties and you can get started. If you ever have any questions feel free to ask me, or any other manager here. Got it?” …Got it

What the fuck have you signed yourself up for?

[ooka-fez]

RP Rules and Other Things

so ya i rp… im open for them now! first of all you can contact me on Discord (my user is ooka_fez) if i dont reply within two days on tumblr

next up i have my rules so here they are

• ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW

• No minor x legal ships unless its non romantic ans platonic (im talking like a parental relationship)

• There are a few ships i will not do… i will also block you if youre a proshipper so dont try pushing those messed up ships on me

• I have troubles playing canons so i will mostly be my ocs i have one main oc for every fandom im in and i use her a ton… i have a few others however so if youre tired of me using my main oc lmk and ill make sure i have an oc in that fandom!

• DO NOT SPAM ME ON EITHER MY DISCORD OR TUMBLR! I will block you immediately.

• Please respect the fact that I’m in high school and I will get super stressed (I’ve already been hella stressed) so please be patient. I might not reply for a few weeks… if that’s the case please send me a message on my discord asking when I can next reply to the roleplay! DO NOT GET ALL PISSY! I personally like to be away from everyone when I’m stressed so I will most likely take a break without telling people.

• I am willing to do 15+ rps so long as they aren’t NSFW they can however be gory and disturbing

• On the topic of disturbing there are some topics I will not rp: Rope or SA, Sewer slide, child death (specifically babies) animal ab*se, racism, fatphobia, transphobia, homophobia or any hate to a specific group. I also will not do anything related to religion as I am not religious pls respect this thank you!

• NO MARY SU’S! I’ve rped with a Mary su oc… they are not fun at all… you need to balance out their weaknesses and strengths… also pls add drawbacks to their powers! For example my Oni oc can teleport through shadows (as they can in canon Japanese mythology) but every time she does she gets a nose bleed so bad she faints

•If I wanna quit the rp don’t harass me to keep rping…

•don’t control my oc… like it’s mine get your grubby hands off them

That should be all for my main rules! If you’ve read this far comment your fav ice cream so ik you’ve read this far

so some of my fandoms! • Genshin Impact! (Not fully caught up yet! I just got to Fontaine today so…)

•Honkai: Star rail! (Caught up on the main story but not on any events)

• Creepypasta

•One Piece (not caught up… I’m rewatching it)

Demon slayer (caught up and read the manga)

those are the main ones I’ll do! There are more so just message me and ask if you’re curious about my other fandoms!

[anavatazes]

So... here's something... I'm doing something that I haven't done in... I dunno... over a decade? I have no idea if I will continue, change it up, scrap it, and start over... no clue at all. This has been a result of a few things. Working on my trauma and myself since February- and I didn't have much choice. Things happened, and my brain said NOW! I don't think it's very good, but that's me. Even the book a publisher was buying from me, I couldn't stand it. So you know. Ignore it, love it, hate it 🙃.

The Last Of Us Drabble

Joel Miller x original female character

Summary: Tommy and Joel go on a walk to kinda catch up, with Joel's dog accompanying them.

Rating: Mature-ish, maybe?

Warnings: mostly Fluff. Brothers talking. Minor swearing. Adorable dog, pregnancy talk, allusions to violence, and typical TLOU stuff, it's just not shown. Tried keeping it simple the first time back out.

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Tommy couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was accompanying his big brother on one of his daily walks through the woods within the walls of Jackson. The younger Miller hung back when he noticed the dog, a large Alaskan Malamute that was Joel's constant companion, would bring him back pieces of wood. And not just any pieces. No. Joel would pause, look over the small, thick sticks, occasionally placing one in his satchel on his side, giving her a treat from a small pouch attached to his belt. The dog would then put her nose to the ground, snuffling, repeating the process. She would occasionally get distracted by another animal or a leaf that dared to cross her path; she seemed focus on finding the wood for Joel. 

"You wanna explain that", Tommy laughed as he watched Drifa the Malamute bring Joel yet another piece. 

"Huh?" Joel blinked at his brother. "Oh." Joel ruffled the wooly mane behind Drifa's ears. "She saw me grabbing wood for carvin' projects and she started doin' the same. Lilja thinks she does it because it's fun for her. Another way to interact with her daddy."

"You sure your girl didn't just train her to do it? That's supposed to be her dog, last I checked." Drifa came over to Tommy, leaning up against him, looking up, tongue hanging out, soft brown eyes smiling. He rubs her snout. 

Joel smiled and began walking again, wishing Lilja was with them. His girlfriend was off at the Doghouse, helping another dog welp in some puppies. Lilja was in charge of the Doghouse, where the dogs that sniffed out the infected and were used on hunts were kept. It was a job similar to the one she had when she was in the military before the Outbreak. Caring for and training dogs to help humans. "Nope. She just did it one day. I thought she wanted to play fetch or tug." He smiled. "When the dog put it in my bag, then it clicked with us. I'll tell ya, Tommy. She's gettin' better at findin' the good pieces. I don' even have t'really look anymore!" 

The excitement in Joel warmed Tommy. His brother was acting closer to his pre-Outbreak self since arriving in Jackson. Lilja was one of the first people Tommy introduced Joel and Ellie to, figuring the dogs would help ease them into things. And Lilja was a warm and welcoming person, so long as you meant no ill will towards Jackson.

Once they were introduced and welcomed, Lil's personal dog, Drifa, adopted them both. Drifa, as with Tommy and Maria's Buckley, was the unofficial town dog, with free reign, going into shops, the cafeteria, even the Tipsy Bison; the people paying her no mind, other than a pat on the head, and maybe a stray treat. Drifa sought out Joel and Ellie daily, nosing them, and Lilja assured, upon finding out, that she was being a mother hen. 

When, a year later, Joel and Lil started seeing each other, Drifa became a fixture next to Joel when he wasn't on patrol. Tommy would pick at his brother, "Who are you really datin'?" Joel just cut his eyes at him. 

"How are you and Lil doin'?" 

Joel takes another piece of wood from Drifa. "Fine."

Tommy chuckles, "Still a man of many words, I see."

"Well, there's nothing big going on. You know what I've been busy with, what she's been busy with, and with Ellie and Johanna at the house, it's not like we have a lot time for whatever yuir thinking." He shrugged his shoulders.

Tommy hummed. "Really?" Eyeballing his brother closely as they walked, ignoring Drifa as she chased some squirrels up a tree. "From what I hear, there might be a little Miller on the way?"

Joel stopped. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he scrunched first one eye, then the other, groaning. "Mads." Nodding his head, Joel spoke with some venom. "Fucking Mads." Mads was Lil's brother and Johanna's father. He also was a gossip when he was a drunk and apparently overheard him and Lilja talking the other night.

"Hey, he's happy it's with you if it's true. Out of all of her suitors (his words), with one exception, he likes you the best." Tommy figured the safest route right now was to dote on Drifa, who came over to see why they stopped walking. "Is it true?"

Joel had to take a deep breath. He was gonna kill Mads. Probably get Bjorn, the large Caucasion Shepherd that guards the Doghouse to help him, but he was gonna do it. Normally Makken was the brother on everyone's shitlist. Not this time. "No, it's not."

"Oh." Tommy's face fell. He had hoped. Joel deserved some happiness, and he knew if a pregnancy were to happen, Lilja was the best possible person for Joel to be with for that. Watching her take over and raise Johanna when Mads' wife passed away, showed she could handle kids. And through her relationship with Joel, he learned she'd actually had a son before Outbreak that was lost like so many others. "Damn."

"Lil and I had a scare. Dumbass overheard us talkin' about if we actually were and if we wanted to be." Joel did not know if he wanted to have this conversation right now. 

"Well, do ya?" 

"We don't know."

As quiet permeated the brothers, Drifa left Tommy for Joel. She leaned up against him, reaching up to lick his hands that were shaking a little. Looking down, Joel smiled at her, and patted her head, earning a roo. 

"I'm sorry." Tommy felt like shit for bringing this all up now. When he said he wanted to go on the walk with his brother, this is not how he envisioned the conversation going. He hoped it was a thing of it was too soon to tell anyone, wanting to make sure she was with child. Instead, he upset his big brother. Something he didn't relish doing. 

Joel shook his head. "Not your fault. Mads just needs to learn to stop eavesdropping and to shut his trap when he's drunk." He heaved a heavy sigh. "Lil is gonna kill him."

Laughing, Tommy reached out for Joel, "We get front row seats, right?"

"We might want box seats!" Joel envisions how the conversation with his girlfriend will go. "There will be lots of blood splattering."

Driffa gives a few huffs, a growl, and a woo in agreement.

[jillybean-seighdrasov]

Stardust and The Crow ch. 106

~SPOLIERS To LIGHTFALL~   So if you haven’t played it and don’t want it to be ruined, then please don’t read until you have played the Lightfall campaign. ~

Seighdra took off in the direction of the fortress with one thought: get Calus and take him down.

“Lightbearer, you have a dangerous mission ahead of you.  Storming Calus’s stronghold won’t be easy.  Normally, I’d have more intel before a direct attack.”  Rohan graced their ears with his advice.

“The Young Wolf has faced the unknown and prevailed every time.  She is equal to the task.”  Osiris spoke up on Seighdra’s behalf making her feel worthy because most of the day he had been barking orders and complaints at her.  At least he thinks she is capable of doing this job…for now.  “The Radial Mast is somewhere on Calus’s ship.  If you strike swiftly, we can remove it as a threat before it ever reaches the Veil.  Enter Calus’s fortress, find the Radial mast, and destroy it.  Those are your orders.”

“You heard Osiris, we have our orders.  Let’s go and stay focused.  You guys are doing a fine job.  I never would have asked you to do this if I didn’t trust you all.  Now, who’s ready!”

“We are!”  They all hollered.

Once they were close to Calus’s fortress, they found themselves once more within a suppression field.  “Oh, they’re rolling out the red carpet for us!  Raven joked.  Seighdra snorted at his remark.

Knowing what to expect now, the girls used the abilities they had access to and focused on those.  They quickly made it to the fortress and entered but were stopped by a barrier.

“Be cautious Calus is smart he’ll have his most powerful forces guarding the Radial Mast.”  Rohan informed the girls.

“Got it.  We’ll keep a look out.  Thanks, Rohan.” Seighdra responded back.

“Okay, how do we get in?”  Lilith asked as they stood at the entrance of the fortress staring at a barrier shield.

“Huh, some kind of energy block.”  Raven chirped.

“Ya, think, Raven.”  Seighdra jested.

“Disrupting the circuit should open the door.”

Seighdra shot at the energy source to disrupt the field and the girls headed inside.  They were led through spaces in the walls, down halls and dropped down into rooms.

“There’s something strange here too.  A powerful concentration of…Light energy?” Raven said.

“Something’s not right here.”  Rohan said next.

“Wait.  A source of Paracausal energy?  It could be the Radial Mast.”  Osiris added.

“Whatever it is Osiris, I feel it too.”  Seighdra said as she jumped down and out onto a platform.

The Shadow Legion have the corridor locked down tight.  Even if we could fight through, they’d have enough time to secure the Radial Mast.”  Raven said calculating pathways through the fortress.

“There must be more than one path to the Radial Mast.  Stand by.  I’ll send you all the sensor scans we have” Rohan said.

“You want them to take indirect route?  We can ill afford to waste time!”  Osiris barked.

“And Osiris, Raven said it would take much longer going in the traditional way.  We would have to fight our way through all of that.  It is heavily armed.”  Seighdra responded to him.  He didn’t answer, but she could hear him scoff.

“Thank you, Rohan.” Raven said once he received the scans.  “Seighdra, I’m working with less data than I’d like, but I’ve mapped out an alternate route through the ship.”  The girls set out on the new route through the ship.  They could see green fiber like strings within the fabric of space as they walked through a hallway.  “Seighdra, do you see that?  It’s more of that strange Darkness energy.  What is it doing here?”

“Well, we are dealing with Calus so it could be something with the Witness.  Whatever it is Raven, we will get to the bottom of it.”  Seighdra stepped up to an opening in the floor.  “Time to jump and watch out, there are a few warbeast.”

“Where to next?” Pasley asked as she took out the last warbeast.

“Looks like we go up” Lilith said as she looked around the room and saw the only way was to go up then she jumped up on the ledge.

“This place is so confusing” Vivian said jumping up next.

“OH crap!  A turret!” Radiance yelled as she got sprayed with bullets.

Seighdra jumped up and took out the turret then Dren went to work healing up Radiance while the group ran to her and stood guard just in case something emerged from the walls.

“That was stupid of me.  I should have checked first.”  Radiance said, getting up from the floor.

“Hey, I still make stupid mistakes.  No worries.  Come on girls let’s push forward.”

“More warbeasts in this room.”

“Shadow Legion too!”

“Looks like a dead end.  Hang on, I’ll reroute us.”

“You’re losing valuable time.  This is exactly what I was concerned about.”  Osiris piped in.

“Would you like to come and do this then, Osiris!”  Seighdra yelled at him as they followed Raven new directions.  More scoffing from his end of the comms lines.  Seighdra just shook her head.  She would much rather be with her kids, not doing this and being yelled at every freaking step of the way.

Read the rest of the chapter on my Ao3 page https://archiveofourown.org/works/42047427/chapters/119393602

[angeldcgs]

both the combination of his aggressive grip on her ass and the feeling of his hard on shoved against the meat of her thigh made her hiss in a breath, the surprise of it all causing her body to jolt. "jesus h. christ on the fuckin' cross," buffy swore a little too loud, drawing the ire of the few people in earshot who threw her another round of ill-concealed glares. "what's got you all riled up, huh? it's the orphans, ain't it? sick bastard..." it only took a moment to regain her composure, grasping the fancy glass set before her and knocking her whiskey back in one deep gulp. that's just about the only good thing she'd inherited from her dear old daddy— an unnervingly high tolerance for alcohol. "for the right price, i'll let ya' stick me with whatever your nasty lil' heart desires." she had to make sure to remind him of their arrangement every once in a while, just to keep his ego in check. there was full transparency regarding the nature of their relationship, but at times it seemed as though isaac thought of them as more than just escort and client. he was probably so used to getting everything he wanted that he figured his money could buy all of buffy, but it couldn't buy her love. time, sex and attention, maybe, but that's not all that love was about. that, and she'd never allow herself to be a kept woman for anyone, whether there was love involved or not. though seemingly impulsive on the outside, she was a businesswoman first and foremost, and her success was her number one priority. it had seemed like a risky move at first, trading in the senior archibald for the junior— isaac was single, and therefor free to spend more time (and by extension, money) on her without a wife to keep him busy half the week, but he was more unpredictable, as well. her affair with joseph had been carried out mostly in secret, out of respect for his wife, but his son took great pride in parading buffy around like a shiny trophy. mr. archibald was more dull, but he was dependable, which is why she'd yet to ever fully sever their connection. with any luck, he'd see her hanging off his son's arm and hit her up within the next few days, offering her a significantly increased rate just to steal her away from him, and then she'd be able to use that as leverage to negotiate better terms with isaac. it wasn't even really about the money anymore, but rather the display of power. it's like she could sense his arrival before she even saw him, giving her a second to steel herself before she was being tugged away from the bar and towards the powerful couple. wiping the smirk off her face, she instead pasted on a dazzling grin as she greeted mr. and mrs. archibald. "pleasure t' meet y'all," she gushed, playing the part of the gracious girlfriend as best as she could while she looked like sex on legs. everyone in that banquet hall could see buffy for the whore that she was, but they were all far too "polite" to call it out. to her face, at least. focusing her attention on mr. archibald, her head cocked to the side, one translucent brow raised with a blank expression on her face. the man hadn't answered yet, so she chimed in for him. "don't think i've ever had the satisfaction 'a makin' your acquaintance before," she confessed, lying through her teeth with ease. "but i've heard a whole lot about ya'. both of y'all, actually. feels like i know ya' already!"

a devious smile plays at isaac's lips. god, she was a hoot, was she not? and so fucking beautiful, too. his father really knew how to pick 'em, the dirty old man. "exactly," he tells her, angling his body so he could press his erection against her thigh, his ass reaching under her tight dress to grip her ass, not caring if onlookers got an eyeful of the way his fingers curl against the flesh, tips digging into the folds of her sex. "you've got some catching up to do," he teases, "but maybe instead of a fork, i'll use something else?" it's a crass joke, hardly even funny, but isaac can hardly think straight when all the blood in his body is rushing straight to his stiffening cock. anyhow, they've had plenty of sex in public before: on a yacht, on the beach, in the club, on the balcony of his hotel. what difference did it make if he started touching her right here in front of family friends and business partners? it's not like any of them will be brave enough to pull out of their deals with the archibalds. as far as isaac was concerned, he��and his family—were untouchable. the greatest of the great, the pinnacle of their social circle who have never fallen in their hundreds of years of existence (in the family manor, hanging on the wall is a detailed family tree that extended all the way back to the mid 1700s; there were heirlooms in the family older than the united states of america itself). however, their little romp is quickly ended by the arrival of his father, and isaac knows he's here before he's seen him because joseph archibald sucked all the air out of every room he walked into. a hush fell upon the crowd and everyone turned to look as joseph entered, his arm hooked around his wife, isaac's mother, esme's, who looked the perfect picture of elegance in her emerald green dress. he blows out a low whistle. "there they are," he says. "and not a minute later." he shakes his head and pulls buffy along, weaving through the crowd to greet his parents. a kiss on his mother's cheek, and then a smile at his father. "hey ma, pa. this is buffy." he turns to buffy, then his father, and asks, "have you met before?" knowing full well how uncomfortable it would make everyone in the group. esme had tolerated joseph's infidelity for decades, opting to stay so she wouldn't have to give up the lifestyle she'd grown used to. isaac always thought she was an idiot for it, and that thought has turned into resentment over the years.

[fairytsuk1]

i spy with my little eye | (s)

inspired by this drabble.

pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader, kirishima eijirou x reader

genre: smut

words: 3.6k

summary: kirishima's had enough of being forced to endure you and bakugou fucking next door every day. finally, he decides to do something about it

warnings: established relationship, f!reader, forced voyeurism, exhibitionism, degradation, switch!kirishima, sub!reader, dom!bakugou, fingering, masturbation, oral sex, explicit language

“You don’t look so good, Kirishima. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Kirishima hadn’t felt any ill-will towards his friend before today, but if Kaminari asked him one more time if he was okay… he might kill him. “I just haven’t been sleeping well these past few days! No big deal.”

Red eyes drift over to your form perched pretty on your desk. Everything felt ridiculously lewd when it came to you. He couldn’t see the bruises, but he knew they were there. His eyes scour the soft skin revealed by your skirt, and the boy wonders if you were wearing the baby pink panties that Bakugou had said: “make you look so pretty.”

He tried not to think about it too much. It was… disrespectful. You were his best friend’s girlfriend! It was perverted; that’s what it was! It didn’t matter if he could hear you getting railed every night or that he knew you could take Bakugou without gagging (you always took him to the base of his apparently thick cock, he knew that too.)

“What are you looking at?”

Blue uniform jeans block the entrancing view of your legs dangling mindlessly over the desk like they did over Bakugou’s shoulders. Kirishima burned a brighter red than his hair and snapped his gaze up to his friend’s face- he didn’t look mad, but you could never be too sure.

“I was just spacing out! Sorry, I feel like I’ve had a long day already. 

“Mhm. We’re training today. You better be at the top of your game, so I don’t kick your ass,” lips unfurl to reveal borderline sharp teeth, “I feel good today.”

Probably because you got your dick sucked within the past twelve hours, Kirishima thinks. He grins and shakes his head; he’s completely unaware of that fact. Bakugou can never know that he knows something so invasive. Kirishima has to stay strong.

“Of course, I’ll be at the top of my game! That’s what heroes do.” Bakugou mumbles something about being the top hero, and he shifts just enough for his best friend to see you looking back at your boyfriend.

Kirishima’s eyes meet yours as your own trail down, and he’s keenly aware of the strawberry lip gloss that sticks to your lips and makes them look so kissable. Kirishima waves before turning to rifle through his bag; he misses how you smile mischievously before hopping off your desk. Class passes uneventfully, but Kirishima still can’t keep his mind off your baby pink panties. He prays no one has a mind-reading quirk.

Soon enough, Kirishima darted out of his seat and eagerly joined Midoriya on his trek toward the support classrooms. His hard-on had dissipated, and he was sure he was ready to have a good day.

“That’s what I was gonna ask Hatsume about! If I’m doing full-harden, I just need to make sure I’m not hurting others.”

Midoriya nods in agreement before spouting about his forearms and other technical things about his quirk (quirks? Kirishima isn’t so sure anymore), making it hard for the redhead to follow. 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, don’t wait up!”

“Yep, see ya!”

The hallway is quiet, and it’s blissful to bask in the sunlight that shines through the windows. It’s a nice day, and Kirishima hasn’t thought about your naked body since that morning.

It’s almost comedic. There’s a screech as he advances farther down the hall, making his steps falter, and his body flinch. There are empty classrooms now and then, but that screech sounded worrying like someone was rushing past a ton of desks! The classroom door sits slightly ajar, and Kirishima feels dragged towards it as if intoxicated. 

He should’ve known. You and Bakugou had disappeared so suddenly, and with libidos so high… he should’ve guessed you two were alone somewhere. 

“Katsuki…” he’s a fiend, exposing your chest with hands that paw at you like a dog, “we’re being loud.”

“No one’s around. Just relax, babe,” he pulls your bra down, the cups lifting your breasts just enough for him to take a nipple into his mouth and suck. Your whines echo, and your back arches as you pant with a flushed face. It was so, well, you looked like a porn star. You looked beautiful. Kirishima can feel the blood going south, arousal hanging heavily between his legs.

Katsuki tells you to just “let me do this,” and you let him. The two of you aren’t even aware of your audience. Kirishima wonders if you’d make the same sounds with him. If you’d push his face to your chest or spread your legs so needily for his cock.

Precum is spilling into his boxers, and he knows it’ll be disgusting later when he has to walk around like he’s not soiling himself. He can’t help it, though, not when your slick pulls away from your pussy in clear strings when Bakugou peels your panties off. He was right, baby pink.

You’re everything but innocent. When you take Bakugou’s fingers into your mouth and suck like the cock-loving whore you are, you’re not the same girl he knew at the beginning of the year. You bat your eyes and shift forward to grab Bakugou’s attention. You really are beautiful. 

Ultimately, you’re a great performer, and it makes Kirishima so fucking hard that he has to slip a hand in his pants. You’re just too good.

“You’ll do anything for me, hm? You’re spread out on a fucking desk at UA; you look like a slut.”

Weirdly, Kirishima wishes he was you and that Bakugou was looking at him like that. How would it feel?

He’s not sure, but you are. You love the degradation. You love when he’s so mean. You could whine all you want about how he’s hurting your feelings, but the words make your clit pulse and thighs rub together. He’s always right, too. You look debauched when you’re under his influence. Spit slick lips that shine, and you can feel a bit of drool dribble out the corner of your mouth. You’re cock hungry. No, you’re Katsuki hungry.

You love your boyfriend, and all you could ever want is him. His lips, fingers, cock, you want it all. You tell him this, pulling up your skirt higher to expose a soft patch of curls and the way your pussy glistens pink. 

“You’re lucky I love you; you think anyone else could satisfy you? Anyone but me?” 

He takes his thumb and rubs tight circles on your clit, the pressure makes you want to shut your legs, but Katsuki’s wide frame easily prevents it. You take what’s given to you, thick fingers making a squelching noise that turns your face red and makes you cover your mouth like that would prevent the lewd sounds of your boyfriend fingering you from reaching others’ ears. 

Your boyfriend grins snarkily, muttering that it’s all ’cause of him you’re soaked and practically creaming after only a few minutes of him pumping his fingers in and out of you. He uses his body weight to lean over you; you’re trapped in the best way as he fucks you with only a hand. 

Kirishima fucks his fist, too. If anyone turned the corner, they’d see him, and he’s sure his career would be over before it started. For some reason, though, every time he watches Bakugou curl his fingers up and make you wail into your hands, he can’t seem to care too much about the consequences. 

It’s not enough, though.

The denim jeans are still constricting even with his belt unbuckled, and he’s working up a sweat with how hard he’s trying to cum at this mind-blowing moment. He watches Bakugou’s knees buckle, and the blond is suddenly between your legs, sucking your clit into his mouth on a level only you could bear. You rest your feet on his shoulders, white knee-high socks making you look like an angel. 

This isn’t right, but Kirishima bit the apple and swallowed it. It’s stuck in his throat, and he doesn’t even care that he’s jerking off to Bakugou, bringing you to the edge with a tongue he wishes was wrapped around his dick. The view is obscured now, but Kirishima could fill in the details, and he feels a tight coil in his stomach turning into a knot. Your fingers scrape the desk, trying to find purchase to ground yourself before giving up and desperately grabbing Katsuki’s hair to steady yourself. 

Kirishima wheezes. It’s so loud he hears his blood rushing in his ears as he tightens his fist around the head of his red cock. The pre-cum, his fist, the slurping, and your cries now that you’re about to cum all over Katsuki’s tongue. It’s so overwhelming. Kirishima watches as the two of you make eye contact. You blubber and shake, but he strains to hear the three words, “luh-love you, ‘tsuki.”

Cum paints the inside of his boxers, and he keels over with shaking legs, trying to ride out his orgasm the best he can without passing out.

Katsuki cleans you up effortlessly (eating pussy is one of his favorite things, after all.) 

“‘S too sensitive Katsuki, no more.”

“I’m cleaning you up; stay still,” he suckles on your oversensitive clit just to hear you whine, “I’m done now.” 

Kirishima watches, enraptured at the grossly romantic display. You still look a mess as you shift in Bakugou’s arms, your thighs are still sticky, and your lips bit red; but he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful girl.

The shame washes over him so heavily that Kirishima feels his eyes bubble with tears, and he tears his face away from the scene. Was it worth it? As he crashes into his own self-guilt, he rushes out to the bathroom, uncaring if Midoriya was still in a stall.

“That was the last time, ever,” Kirishima wishes he could follow through. No matter how hard he presses his hands into his eye sockets, he can’t help the blood flowing to his dick at the thought of you whining out your boyfriend’s name.

Hell is hot, but you’re so much hotter.

Kirishima’s tired at the end of the day, his training exhausted him, and the heart-bursting orgasm didn’t help either. He watches Bakugou go to bed offensively early; he wonders if tonight was the night he’d get a total of eight hours. He goes to bed soon after with a smile on his face.

The stars hang low with a glimmer only they could hold. It’s cool in Kirishima’s room with the window open. The nighttime breeze washes over his limbs as he lies sleepily in boxers and a black t-shirt. It’s finally time to rest. 

His eyes are closed, and he hopes there isn’t a quiz tomorrow like his brain was assuming. Then, he hears it; it’d be unnoticeable if he wasn’t pressed right up against the wall. There’s a thump and the murmur of whispered voices that sound so muffled he can’t determine what’s being said. This, however, is not relevant when he knows that gruff tone and the meek voice could only mean one thing.

Instead of feeling aroused, a sense of frustration builds. Like a thermometer hitting dangerous levels of hot, he’s getting fired up. You two weren’t considerate at all! Why should he have to be the one to put on headphones or go for a late-night walk? He shoots up out of his bed and stomps on his slippers. Why should he have to accommodate for your- to be frank- unnatural levels of horniness coursing through your veins?

He’s in front of your door before he knows it, and he’s knocking before he can feel the wood on his knuckles. 

“Shitty hair.”

You’re sitting in a tank top and wearing panties, blue ones. Kirishima realizes what he’s done.

“Uh, hello? I was, uh, I was gonna ask if you guys could keep it down,” he pauses and looks at everything that isn’t the blond in a fitted black tank top, “it’s actually really been bothering me since I can hear everything. It’s kind of annoying, actually.”

“Was it annoying when you sat behind the door jerking off? While you were watching us?” Bakugou’s mere presence looms over him while his words strike Kirishima in the heart.

He goes underwater for a minute, struggling to breathe and flailing on the inside. His cheeks turn impossibly red, and he feels embarrassed that the rush gives him a surge of excitement in his tummy.

He opens his mouth, gasping like a fish while you stand and come up behind your boyfriend. Kirishima wishes the world cracked open and swallowed him whole or that he had a mind-erasing quirk, maybe both.

“…I should go! Sorry for bothering you….”

Were your hands always so dainty? So tiny with trimmed cuticles and glossy nails. He falters in his steps and lets you pull him in.

You’re a witch, he decides. You’re magic, and he drinks you in as you tug him through the door, and Bakugou locks it.

You grin as he takes a seat, Bakugou following distantly behind before you speak.

“I noticed you staring today, Kiri,” you wait till he’s about to speak before cutting him off, “it’s okay! I liked it; I liked knowing you knew.”

“Oh.”

Your hand rests on his bare thigh as you scan him up and down, “you wanna feel something nice?”

His head feels hollow, and he can’t do anything but nod. He feels Bakugou take a seat behind him, effectively trapped between his two favorite objects of affection. He’s not even ready for the way your soft lips envelop his in a heated kiss. His cock throbs in his pants, keenly aware of Bakugou’s hot breath on his neck.

“You better enjoy this, fantasizing ’bout it for so damn long. It’s a pretty nice sight,” a rough chuckle escapes him as you deepen the kiss, sliding on top of Kirishima’s warm, built body, “you know she asked me once how thick your cock was.

An “Eijirou” tumbles out of your lips, and his hips jolt forward from it. Kisses bloom like flowers all over his neck and Adam’s apple. It feels like he’s flying, like when he took too big of a hit when smoking with Sero. It’s more than incredible. It’s like he’s on cloud nine.

He musters his courage to go from a melting puddle to a force behind the tornado. 

“I want to be good for you,” his thoughts echo in his actions with hands that paw at your waist that continues grinding.

“I wanna see her perform, like how she did with you. I wanna see her… like that."

You grin, swiping your bottom lip with your tongue. You look at Katsuki, whose eyes are blown wide with arousal and can only encourage you, “go on. Be my pretty baby.”

Your panties are sticking to you as you pull the oversized t-shirt over you; the pair of eyes on your body feels so nice. Katsuki looks proud, and Kirishima’s eyes roam over every inch of skin like he wants to devour you.

The clasp of your bra is undone, and you feel a sudden shyness at your nudity, but the two men admire you like you’re Ophelia. Katsuki lets his head droop onto Kirishima’s shoulder. The fire in your lower belly, who’s witness to tension between the two males, builds and crashes. 

The guiding of hands to your chest, the tweak of a nipple and a mewl, and the head push that allows for a warm mouth to take your breast into his mouth subconsciously make your hands crave stability. Katsuki hooks his thumbs into your panties to pull them off as Kirishima maneuvers till he’s at your side and touching you all over.

You thought he might be inexperienced, but with the way his calloused hands reach down towards your cunt and circle your clit with the lightest of pressure, you wonder who else he’s been with. 

“Kirishima…”

“Call me Eijirou.”

Katsuki keeps you from shutting your legs, but it’s not his tongue diving between your folds. Kirishima takes the opportunity to taste as much of you as he can. After weeks of jerking off till he splatters cum into his hand, he’s desperate to make you cream on his tongue (and hopefully his cock.)

It’s almost ridiculous how good he is, how the two pairs of hands on you make drool spill out the side of your mouth. You look so impossibly fucked out from the redhead between your legs that you can hardly believe the circumstances.

“She’s acting like a whore because of you. Look at you; I’m proud of you.”

Kirishima groans as he rubs himself against the bed, rutting like a pathetic puppy. Bakugou realizes he has two sluts in his room, begging for a taste of pleasure. He sneers, mumbling at how pathetic the two of you look, and observes how the two of you melt further into orgasmic bliss.

“Make her cum Kirishima, then she’ll pay you back. Right babe? You’ll help Shitty Hair?”

You babble nonsensically, “yes! Yes, please… ’m close. Katsuki I…” Your hand reaches out for his, desperate to be grounded as you edge closer and closer to the cliff. 

Kirishima sucks your clit ruthlessly as you cream on his tongue and fingers. It borders on painful when Kirishima keeps licking and keeps lapping up all the essence that spills out of you.

“Stop… Eijirou, ’s too much. It’s your turn! For…for you.”

Kirishima finally brings his eyes to focus back on you on the bed, and you feel like he’s got tunnel vision for your pussy. A hand lewdly wipes the shine off his lips and chin, tilting his head.

“What do you mean? This is for me.”

Even after short-lived overstimulation, you throb in between your legs and shut them. Katsuki can no longer help himself, and the two boys are suddenly clashing into a kiss that leaves them both breathless.

You briefly wonder if you’ve accidentally snuck onto a porn set-up. You take the time to regain yourself and crawl over to Eijirou with hands pawing at his cock that’s drenching his boxers. 

“Who do you want?”

Kirishima feels overwhelmed by the question and stays silent before mumbling out a loose and far-away “both?” You look at Katsuki, who rolls his eyes, “I’ll be better than you at this.”

“I go down on you all the time! That’s not fair!”

“Shut up,” Katsuki peels his friend’s underwear down, and you feel yourself grow hotter as his tongue laves over Eijirou’s cock, “are ya gonna help or what?” 

The room’s air is sticky, and Kirishima feels overwhelmed when he looks down to see a tongue sucking his balls into one mouth while a different pair of lips focuses on the tip; his stomach glistens with sweat as he heaves breaths.

He smells musky, and you beam when you take him into your throat, and he whimpers with twitching legs. Katsuki stares hungrily, reaching up to swallow his noises with a dominating kiss that nearly sends Kirishima backward.

“I might–might cum soon,” he feels like he’s speaking into space, like no one could hear his plea for both release and for the pleasure to cease so he could maintain his dignity. 

Katsuki grunts, nose buried just under his belly button as he swallows, “Bakugou!” Kirishima wails and hunches over, fingers digging into his scalp as his cock is overwhelmed by heat and the tightness of the blond’s throat.

Ever the persistent one, Katsuki swallows again as you take a hand to gently knead Kirishima’s balls; it’s heaven. There’s no way it isn’t; he vaguely notes how roughly textured the ceiling is with eyes rolling towards it. A dopey smile makes its way onto his face as he spills his load down Katsuki’s throat, the latter finally gagging as he’s forced to take it all.

Your boyfriend heaves out a couple of breaths, a glare coming from him as he’s forced to swallow Kirishima’s spunk. 

His eyes betray him as they gleam with satisfaction.

“Katsuki, wha-what about you?”

Bakugou takes the time to cough into his elbow, eyes brimming with tears and a flushed face making him look perfect. At your concern, he grins and wipes his mouth one more time, “I don’t know. Don’t you think we should save some of it for later?”

Kirishima’s back straightens as he stares in between you and Katsuki, crying out that he might not be able to see Bakugou make you cream on his cock and stretch you out till tears pool in your eyes. 

“But you have to fuck her!”

Red eyes flit over to Kirishima, his strength wilts as he makes himself smaller under the dominant (and overpowering) gaze.

“No, you both have had your fill. Besides, you have a lot more to make up for.”

You grin and bounce in your spot on the bed; both men struggle to keep their eyes on your face.

“Yeah, Kirishima, don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

“Don’t you know that even if you think you deserve it, you don’t,” your breath hits the shell of his ear as you advance like a predator ready to eviscerate its prey. He waits with bated breath as you deliberately keep him hanging onto every word.

“You’re no peeping tom, Eijirou. You’re just a pervert.”

Kirishima considers himself a good man who doesn’t spy on his best friend having sex or who doesn’t wait for it to happen right in front of his eyes if given a chance. But he can’t deny it at all.

Kirishima hadn’t fallen from grace; he was still the most beautiful angel. But, at the end of the day, he couldn’t deny one simple fact about himself. 

He was a pervert, and no one else could live up to the title best but him.

[scxrletss]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: MC is struck with a deadly illness that is make their life extremely short within days. When Solomon says it’s so rare not even he knows what it is, more or less it doesn’t have a cure. Mammon can only be by their side while their life slips away, being there why more symptoms until their life finally runs out, leaving him with grief.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Mammon/GN!MC

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 16+

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐜: 5434

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: illness, blood, vomit, death, mentions of lesson 16

Day 1: 10/10

“OI! MC!” Mammon yelled as he called out for the human, which after a year of being in the exchange program the brothers managed to find a way to turn them back into a normal human rather than a fluffy pink sheep. “Did you need something Mammon?” MC asked, looking back at him.

“Well yeah, we’re having a movie night tonight. We didn’t know if you got the message since ya weren’t answering your D.D.D.” Mammon said with a shrug. “Oh, it’s over there charging. So no, I didn't get your guys' messages.” MC smiled. “Ah, cool. We’re having it in my room since it’s got the biggest screen to watch ‘em on! We even got Lucifer ta come!” Mammon smiled proudly.

“I’ll come and watch with you guys, so don’t worry about me skipping. Plus, whenever have I skipped?” MC asked. “Well never, we just had to pick ya up to make sure you could see the screen since ya used to be real tiny.” Mammon teased, which earned him a punch from the human.

“OW! Hey-!” He said before laughing. MC smiled before going back to what they were doing. Mammon patted their head before leaving their room.

–  –

“AHHHHH!” “Mammon, that was the 4th scream in this entire movie.” MC covered their ears as they looked at him with annoyance. “It’s scary, come on aren’t you a little scared!?” Mammon asked. 

“Mammon hush.” Satan said, not even looking at him. MC chuckled, “Come here, I’ll give you a hug if you’re that scared.” They whispered not to disturb the others. Mammon took the offer and quickly went into the safe and comforting arms of the human.

Mammon was scared during the rest of the movie, but he managed not to scream, unlike Levi. MC only laughed watching how scared both of them were of a simple human horror movie. Once it ended Levi and Mammon breathed heavily.

“I never thought that human world horror movies would be scarier than Devildom horror movies.” Levi said. “I’ll be sure to bring Friday the 13th full series next time, but we could only watch a few.” MC said.

“No! No please no!” Mammon pleaded. “Please do, I’m interested.” Belphegor said. “Even this movie had Lucifer startled a bit.” He chuckled. “There were sudden flashing lights and jumpscares, anyone would get startled at that.” Lucifer said, not even denying it.

— —

Day 2: 9/10; Loss of Appetite

MC woke up to being nudged. “Come on, you gotta get up MC!” Mammon’s voice was the first thing they heard, they lifted their head and looked at him. “Morning Mams.” MC hummed before sitting up and rubbing the back of their neck.

“Hurry up! We got an hour before class. You still need to eat breakfast before Beel eats it all!” Mammon said. “Yeah yeah…” MC grumbled, not being much of a morning human. They got up and just threw their blanket back onto the mattress, not caring about making the bed.

Hell be damned if Lucifer brings it up. Mammon left their room so they could get changed into their uniform. After a quick change MC went into the dining hall. “MC is 4 minutes and 53 seconds late to the table.” Satan chuckled.

“Hush, y’all know I’m not a morning person.” MC gently whacked him before sitting down. “Really? Normally you’re up around the time I get up, which is soon after Lucifer.” Satan said. “Lucifer isn’t a morning demon too, or have none of you realized that?” MC asked.

“How the hell do you know?” Asmodeus asked. “Have you noticed how irritable Lucifer is in the mornings?” MC asked, they grabbed a plate and slapped a couple pancakes on them. “You really like testing your luck MC.” Lucifer said as he was sitting at the front of the table.

“You think I didn’t know you were there?” MC asked. “MC is always living life on the edge.” Mammon laughed. “Mammon…” Lucifer glared at him. Mammon shut up. “See, grumpy non-morning demon.” MC teased as they took a bite of their pancakes.

Lucifer sighed, “I’m not awake enough for this.”. “Probably because you stay up all night doing unnecessary paperwork that isn’t due till next month.” MC said. “MC, you’re on thin ice.” Lucifer said. “I’m always on thin ice, are you just now noticing?” MC asked.

Lucifer stood, Mammon quickly grabbed the human. “We need to hurry to class-!” Mammon said pulling MC with them. “Class isn’t for another hour and I didn’t finish breakfast.” MC said. “We can eat breakfast in the café!” Mammon said quickly getting them out of the HOL.

“I completely forgot you’re a smartass in the morning sometimes.” Mammon chuckled. MC shrugged, they didn’t really care at this point. “Come on, let’s get to RAD since we’re already heading there.” MC said.

“We can eat breakfast at the cafè there. I heard they were making some good chocolate madame scream pancakes.” Mammon smiled while walking alongside MC. “Nah, I’ll head to class.” MC declined. “Hm? But you barely got ta eat breakfast.” Mammon questioned.

“Not really hungry anymore.” MC said, shrugging it off like it was nothing. “If ya don’t eat then you’re gonna pass out in class then Lucifer’s gonna get pissed.” Mammon said. “I’ll be fine, I did this a lot in high school.” MC said.

Mammon pouted a bit before waving it off, “Fine, I’ll see ya in class then MC.”. Once they got to RAD they split ways.

– –

“MC! Dinner’s done.” Satan called for them. They were sitting at their desk working on their History homework. Satan opened their door, “Hey, you coming to eat?” Satan asked. “Not hungry.” MC said, barely looked up from their homework.

“You didn’t eat lunch, and Mammon said you only ate a bit of breakfast. Don’t tell me you’re not hungry.” Satan said. MC shrugged, “I just haven’t had an appetite today.”. Satan frowned, “K…” Was all he muttered before leaving, finding it a bit suspicious.

— —

Day 3: 8/10; Loss of Focus

“Oiiiii, MC?” Mammon snapped his tan fingers in front of their face. MC looked up at him. “This is the 4th time you’ve lost focus since we started studying 30 minutes ago.” Lucifer sighed, rubbing his head. “This subject is just really boring, ok?”MC grumbled looking back at their textbook.

“It might be for some, but if you, and Mammon, fail this next test you’re failing the entire class.” Lucifer stated. “Bad news for Mammon, but why do I have to? I’m literally just an exchange student. It’s not like I’m going to use this information in the Human World am I?” MC asked.

“Fair point…” Lucifer sighed. “Just study enough to get a somewhat passing grade, a 40% will be sufficient.” Lucifer said. “Then I’ll be fine.” MC shrugged, “You barely got a 25% on your last test.” Mammon said. “You didn’t even get a 10% percent Mammon.” MC retorted.

“Enough, just both of you get back to studying.” Lucifer said with a heavy sigh. MC looked back at their textbook, and they seemed to lose concentration again after 5 minutes. Lucifer sighed before grabbing a notebook and whacking them upside the head.

“OW! What the hell!?” MC grumbled, rubbing their head. “Did you sleep last night?” Lucifer asked. “Of course I did. You even had to drag me out of bed this morning.” MC answered.

“Then why are you acting like you didn’t get any and keep dazing off?” Lucifer asked. MC shrugged, “I already told you.”. Lucifer sighed, before grabbing a packet of paper and slapping it in front of MC.

“If you can’t focus on reading then read and answer these questions, you don’t have to finish them all.” Lucifer said, seeing that this may be a compromise.

It worked…

For a solid 30 minutes.

MC couldn’t seem to keep their focus anymore. Lucifer and Mammon both found this oddly strange, normally MC was someone to focus on anything even if boring, normally how they kept up with Levi’s anime info drops.

– –

It only got worse throughout the day. They even lost focus during a conversation with Diavolo. Lost focus when eating dinner. Was even watching one of their favorite movies, lost focus 10 minutes in. Reading a book with Satan, no focus.

None of the demons knew what was making them lose focus. They could only assume they were tired, or it was just a weird human thing.

But Solomon said it wasn’t.

— —

Day 4: 7/10 ; Light Fever

“MC, you have a fever of 101 degrees.” Mammon said as he took the thermometer out of their mouth. MC hummed, “I’ll tell Lucifer, go ahead and stay in bed.” Mammon said. “K.” Was their only answer before laying down onto their bed and pulling the comforter over them.

Mammon walked out of their room, 15 minutes later he brought a bowl of cold water and a towel. Soaking it he placed it on MC’s head. MC grumbled before opening their eyes once more. 

“It’s just a towel to help with the fever.” Mammon stated. MC only hummed before closing their eyes again. Mammon changed the towel every 10 minutes while making sure the water stayed cold. Mammon was only thinking about what was going on.

First it was loss of appetite, then a loss of focus, then a fever. Were they that sick? Were they not taking care of themselves? Mammon wanted to ask these questions, but he already knew the answers.

Yes, they were sick. Yes, they were taking care of themselves. Mammon knew because he was with them and they forced each other to take care of themselves more. Mammon frowned as he wanted to figure out what was wrong.

‘Hopefully… It’s just a cold.’ was all the demon was thinking. He knew nothing of human illnesses, then his mind snapped to someone. Solomon! If anyone, another human would know right?

He would have to wait until RAD ended for the day. He would miss the student council meeting, but Lucifer said he would oversee Mammon got informed once they got home. 

MC was asleep for a few hours until they woke up, their e/c colored eyes looked at Mammon. “What are you still doing here?” MC asked, their voice a bit hoarse. “Taking care of you, if I don’t one of my brothers will.” Mammon said.

MC went to push themselves up, but Mammon placed his hand on their chest. “Lay back down, you don’t need to get up.” Mammon said. MC sighed, but followed his instruction. They laid flat on their back taking a few heavy and hot breaths.

“Imma ask Solomon later ta look over ya. Just to find out what's going on with ya.” Mammon said. “Cool.” MC muttered, they seemed to be dozing off again. “Just go ta sleep, no need for ya to be awake right now.” Mammon said quietly.

The fever lasted the entire day, went away during the night, but came back harder the next day.

— —

Day 5: 6/10; Harsh Cough

“MC!” Beel said a bit worried when he came to bring them some breakfast the next morning. They were hunched over with a harsh, loud, and rough cough. He had set the tray down and patted MC’s back, trying to help against the cough.

They finally stopped coughing after a minute, but were breathing heavily as they removed their hand from their mouth. A bit of mucus seemed to be on it. “MC? Are you ok? Do you need some water?” Beel asked. Mammon had rushed soon after. “Hey! What happened?” Mammon asked quickly.

“Water please…” MC muttered, they didn’t look up and grabbed a tissue to wipe the mucus from their hand and the little lips. Beel nodded and quickly left to grab some for them. Mammon took Beel’s place quickly, his tan hand gently rubbed in between their shoulder blades.

Beel came back with a cup of water holding it out to MC, they took it and took small sips of it. “Are ya going to be ok?” Mammon asked, MC only hummed. “Not sure.” They answered as they sat there on their bed.

“Mammon.” Lucifer stepped into the room. “We gotta get to class, let’s go.” He said. “I wanna stay with MC. Their fevers back and their coughing.” Mammon said. “I’ll stay with them, you need to get to class I can’t cover for you today.” Lucifer said.

“Lucifer, I can always make up later.” Mammon said. “I know, it’s just to get you a breather to keep you from panicking about how sick they’re getting. Now, go. You can stick back by their side when you get home.” Lucifer said.

Mammon didn’t move until he got a small 2 taps on his hand from MC. “It’s ok Mammon.” They said with a weak smile. Mammon frowned, but stood. “I’ll be back as soon as possible.” He said before leaving.

Lucifer sighed, “At least he listens to you, or it’s the fact he doesn’t want you using your pact.” Lucifer said. MC sighed as they leaned back, “I asked Solomon to come by during his lunch period.” Lucifer said.

“I’m surprised you even talked to him.” MC muttered before letting out a rough cough. “I put up with it, For you and Mammon.” Lucifer said, crossing his arms. “You need to get looked over and Mammon’s been freaking out about how sick you’ve been getting in the matter of days.”.

“Yeah, I know. I’m starting to get more worried about him than about me.” MC said, they weren’t able to speak more before another harsh cough came from their throat. Lucifer was by their side rubbing their back. It took about 4 minutes until it stopped.

– –

It was like that for most of the day, Solomon came during his lunch period via teleportation magic. Lucifer stood in the door frame as Solomon was using his magic to check MC over, who was currently sleeping.

He had a frown on his lips as he stood dropping his hand. He shook his head, “I’ve never seen anything like this. I don’t know what it is, Sorry Lucifer.” Solomon said. Lucifer sighed, he rubbed his temple, ‘How the hell am I gonna be telling Mammon this?’ Lucifer thought.

“All I can say though, is that it’s fast progressing.” Solomon stated. “That’s it?” Lucifer asked. Solomon nodded. “That means if it’s a deadly illness, it could take them within days.”. Lucifer froze, his lips pushed together.

“Could you try and find anything out?” Lucifer asked. “I could try, but if it’s something I’m not even aware of then it could be seriously rare. And I don’t even know if it’s a human disease or a Devildom one.” Solomon sighed.

“If so, then research could take days to weeks. Not even saying if it doesn’t have a cure.”. Lucifer put his hand up, “I got it, I got it.” Lucifer frowned. “I’ll get going do you want me to tell-” “I’ll tell Mammon when he gets home. I sent him to school to try and get him to chill out.” Lucifer said.

“I don’t want him to worry.” “He already is Lucifer, he’s been anxious since this morning and it’s only getting worse.” Solomon said. Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Just don’t say anything.” Lucifer said. “Fine.” Solomon said before leaving. “I’ll try to look into it. Don’t keep your hopes high.”.

Day 6: 5/10; Blindness

“I’m not going! I went yesterday and it didn’t help!” Mammon yelled at Lucifer, which was something he never did unless he wanted to get strung up, but Lucifer didn’t react. “Fine, I’m not fighting with you.” Lucifer gave up, which surprised the other brothers.

“Go check on them, half an hour ago they lost their breath, so go check on them.” Lucifer said. Mammon went straight to their room, a quick step in his stride. “Did you talk to Solomon?” Asmodeus asked. “He said he doesn’t know what it is.” Lucifer answered. “It’s fast progressing and if it’s deadly, it could take them in days.”.

Lucifer seemed a bit shaky, after those words all the brothers seemed to be upset. “Hopefully they’ll make it through it, they’re strong right?” Asmodeus said. Lucifer just walked out of the room with no answer, he had been like that since yesterday.

– –

MC was laying on their side on their bed, having a failed attempt of taking deep breaths. Mammon sat next to them gently rubbing their back and neck, hoping it would help in any way. MC glanced back at him weakly, “Mammon?” MC questioned. “Yeah, it’s me.” Mammon said they just looked at him but questioned if it was him.

MC looked forward again, or it seemed that way. But Mammon could see their right eye seemed a bit clouded. “MC?” Mammon asked. They only hummed. Mammon frowned, he hated seeing them like this, it only broke his heart more to know it could lead to inevitable death.

MC seemed to have fallen asleep as they caught their breath again. Mammon just stayed there, he saw them move and he moved a bit to lay their head on his lap. His tan fingers gently went through the sweaty strands of hair on their head.

“Please… Make it through this. I can’t lose you a second time knowing I can’t do anything.” Mammon muttered, his eyes watered before he wiped them away. “Mammon.” Satan opened the door to MC’s room. “What?” Mammon answered.

“How are they doing?” Satan asked. “I think they got ‘nother symptom.” Mammon said. “What?” “Their eyes were clouded, and they seemed like they couldn’t see me.” Mammon said. “Blindness.” Satan muttered. “Their fever is still high too.” Mammon said, his hand only gently touched MC’s cheek.

It was radiating heat off of it and they seemed a bit flushed. “When was the last time their temperature was checked?” Satan asked. “Not sure.” Mammon said, “I’ll wait until they’re awake till I check it again.”.

Satan nodded, he looked at his older brother. He had never seen Mammon look so upset before. Not even after everything. Satan looked away, “I’ll leave you be.” Satan said. He didn’t know what else to do. “You can stay if ya like Satan, I know yer worried about ‘em too.” Mammon said.

Satan glanced back at him, before nodding, he took a seat on the booth like couch. His green eyes watched as Mammon only gently moved the strands of hair from MC’s face, occasionally replacing the towel on their head, not like it was helping much.

After 15 minutes MC had woken up once more. Their eyes looked up at Mammon, but there didn’t seem to be any resemblance. “Ya can’t see me can ya?” Mammon asked. “Everything, it's blurry or really dark.” MC answered. Mammon didn’t like it, but he was a bit relieved that MC couldn’t see the pained look on his face.

MC only lightly chuckles then a cough. “Never thought about the day I would go blind, it’s weird, but everything is dark. But everything else seems to be alive around me.”. Mammon only pathetically let a small laugh out. “How can ya be joking at a time like this?” He asked.

“Just trying to make you laugh, even if I can’t see your face I can tell you’re upset. Our pact remember?” MC said, after a moment Mammon felt a weak connection through the pact they shared. “I know, Satan’s in the room too.” Mammon said.

“He is? He’s been silent.” MC moved their head despite not being able to see. But, their head turned in the right direction with Mammon’s guidance. Satan only sighed, “That’s like you MC, trying to lighten the mood during rough times.” he only gave a small smile.

There only seemed to be some small talk before MC dozed off again for the rest of the night.

— —

Day 7: 4/10; Vomiting

Mammon held the small trash can as what little was in MC’s system came up. It started in the early morning and since then it’s been on and off vomiting. Mammon was now even more worried. One question that he kept trying to push away since yesterday came back,

How much longer do they have?

It now came back as he rubbed their back gently. They were already 10 shades paler, lost too much weight and now whatever they could even eat or drink was coming back up. Making it where they couldn’t eat or drink much now.

It only made them weaker, to the point where MC could barely keep their eyes open or even speak. Mammon was on the verge of a breakdown, he barely even left their room, didn’t go to school, barely ate, barely talked to anyone besides when they talked to him first.

His entire priority was the human right next to him, he wasn’t going to leave them be. Not like any of his brothers would allow it. After MC lifted their head up weakly, Mammon made sure they laid down. MC had closed their eyes, but they seemed to be still awake. 

“Mammon…” It was quiet and weak, but the demon could still make it out. He gently touched them to let them know he was there. “‘M right here. “M not going anywhere.” He assured them. “Why?” MC asked, their eyes looked at him, but they couldn’t see him.

“Because I love ya. ‘M not gonna leave ya, never.” Mammon said. MC’s eyelids lowered a bit. “Even though you know I’m going to day in only a few days.” They said.

“‘M staying, even if it’s only for a few more days.” Mammon said, it was the first time he said that, his mind came to realization that MC really only had a few days. His eyes watered and a few tears escaped his eyes.

“Mammon, don’t cry.” MC said, one dropped onto them. A weak, thin hand touched Mammon’s tan cheek. “How can I not?” Mammon felt their hand start to drop and he gently caught it holding up onto his cheek.

“Knowing that I’m going to lose you soon. How can I not cry?” Mammon questioned, but he didn’t expect an answer. Mammon saw they were out like a light. Mammon only gave a sad smile before setting their hand down onto the mattress.

“I’ll be here until you go.” He muttered.

— —

Day 8: 3/10; Coughing Blood

“MC!” Mammon quickly rushed to their side as he saw the blood drip from their mouth onto their comforter. Mammon panicked as he made them look at him. Their eyes were vacant, their body thin and frail, their lips cracked and covered with blood.

Mammon grabbed a tissue from their bedside and wiped the blood. But the harsh coughing only caused more to come out of their mouth. Mammon was frozen in place as he didn’t know what to do or how to help.

With his hand near the drop zone he could feel the warm blood on his tan fingertips. He just sat there until they stopped coughing. “MC…” Mammon muttered as he moved the bloody tissue to try and wipe some of it off of her face.

Tears rolled down his face as he wiped theirs. This was another sign to show their time was coming. MC didn’t speak, they weren't able to, their throat was so torn up they couldn’t.

MC laid down on their pillow, their eyes closed. Mammon sat there next to their bed, his hand still red with MC’s blood. His mind kept flashing back to that horrid scene.

MC’s cooling body, their bleeding wounds. Their vacant eyes. It was all too familiar to him and it was making him feel horrible. Just like before, Mammon could do nothing, but stand on the sideline watching them.

— —

Day 9: 2/10; Coma

“MC?” Mammon gently shook them, being gentle. They hadn’t woken up, nor were they responding to anything. Mammon panicked, placing his fingers against their neck.

There was a faint pulse.

Mammon bit his lip as it quivered, was this the final straw? Was this giving them a bit of painless peace before their final breath? Mammon cried as he took their frail hand. His mouth was shaky as he let his words leave his lips.

“Is this your punishment for rebelling Father? Taking them away? I don’t care what you do to me, but please… please father… Don’t take them away.” Mammon prayed, pleading with the Father he used to look up to.

But, his father. Would not hear his pleas, would not answer them. He knew that, after all, he's his fallen child. His disappointment. What would he have expected, his father to listen and answer his pleas? If only that was true.

Lucifer was standing at the door, the white-haired demon did not see him. Lucifer frowned, he hated seeing his brother look so much in pain. Lucifer moved and gently put his arms around his brother.

Mammon didn’t react, his eyes were squeezed shut, tears making trails down onto his face. “I’m so sorry Mammon.” Lucifer said in a hushed tone. The raven just hugged Mammon until he saw Mammon hunch over.

He fell asleep crying, Lucifer wasn’t surprised. Mammon hasn’t gotten much sleep, he refused too. Lucifer got Mammon’s hand to let go of MC’s hand as he made sure Mammon laid down onto the couch in MC’s room. He grabbed a blanket from their closet and threw it over Mammon.

Lucifer sat next to MC in case they woke up, he let Mammon sleep, he needed it. Lucifer sighed, he didn’t know what to do. He did know he had to be there for Mammon when they finally went. Lucifer looked at his brother, he knew out of everyone of the brothers.

Mammon would be the one grieving the most. 

Day 10: 1/10; Final Breath

Mammon had woken up early the next morning, he stuck himself right by the human’s side. He held their hand, but it was feeling oddly cool. Mammon was watching their chest rise and fall slowly.

It was like that for a bit, he watched their chest, but around 5:17am it stopped. Mammon held onto their hand, it was cool but there was still a little warmth. Mammon stood and he moved one of his hands to touch their neck.

No pulse

He put his finger under their nose and in front of their mouth.

No air

Mammon felt his chest get heavy and his legs felt weak. His mind only flooded with one thing.

MC’s gone.

It was so silent in the room it could hardly tell if Mammon himself was breathing. Shaky sobs soon filled the room as he held onto their hand tightly. As the hours passed until each of the brothers woke up Mammon sat there.

He felt as their body cooled more and more during those hours. He didn’t want to let go yet. He didn’t want to let go of his human yet. The human he grew to love and trust. The one he would give his life for.

But, now he can’t. Because they’re gone. Mammon was quiet, his blue eyes low. Lucifer was the first to come in, he tried to talk to Mammon before he saw that MC was dead. He froze before leaving, he saw Mammon wasn’t ready to let go and he wasn’t going to force him either.

By late afternoon all of the brothers knew. The HOL was quiet and filled with despair. Noone talked, no one moved, all most did was cry.

Mammon, he sat there next to MC for hours. He didn’t eat, drink, or sleep. All he did was cry silently. None of the brothers tried to get him to either.

– –

It took a total of 3 days until they were allowed to take MC’s body. Mammon locked himself in his room, Beel or Lucifer had to get Mammon to eat and even then he ate very little.

They gave Mammon space, but did come to comfort him. Lucifer sat with him on his bed and pulled him into his chest. He would try to get him to eat, sometimes bringing him something to eat or he would try to feed him himself.

Leviathan brought some of his plushies for Mammon, and sometimes he hugged him and laid with him. He tried to do everything he could possibly think of to help Mammon.

Satan stayed with Mammon the most, either sitting with him. Letting Mammon cry on his shoulder, most of the time he would even do Mammon’s homework for him during his online classes.

Asmodeus would try to pamper Mammon every chance he got, he would even burn incense in his room to help Mammon get a better sleep.

Beelzebub was feeding Mammon most of the time besides Lucifer, he would even give Mammon hugs or just let Mammon cry into his younger brother. Beelzebub would always be there when Mammon needed someone, he barely left Mammon’s side unless another brother came.

Belphegor was always with Mammon within the night. Especially when he was sleeping. Due to Belphie’s power he could change dreams and such. He would make sure Mammon always had good dreams instead of bad nightmares. He even made Mammon sleep when he refused to fall asleep.

– –

Mammon was dozing off with Belphegor next to him. When he fell into a deep sleep his eyes opened where it was bright. He covered them for a moment until his eyes adjusted.

He looked around until he saw a familiar face. He shot up and quickly, while stumbling, ran over to the human. “MC!” He said while crying. He hugged them tightly like he was going to lose them if he let go for a moment.

He felt two arms wrap around him. They felt so real. “Mammon, it’s ok.” MC said, their voice light and feathery. “How is it ok? Yer gone.” Mammon said. “I’m not in any pain anymore am I?” MC asked. “Don’t worry, I’ll always be watching over you guys like Lilith.” MC said.

“So even if it feels like I’m not there, I’m still there, you just can’t see me.” MC said, a smile on their face. Mammon was still crying, “Promise?” Mammon asked. “Promise you’ll always be watching over us.”.

“I promise.” MC smiled, they gently put their hand on his tan cheek. “Take care of yourself for me, take care of your brothers. You’ll be grieving for a while, but don’t grieve your life away.” MC said.

Mammon nodded, “I gotta go now ok?” MC smiled, letting go of him. “Do you really?” Mammon asked. “Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll find a way to visit again soon.” MC smiled before they started disappearing again. “Bye bye for now Mammon.” they said before fully disappearing.

Mammon dropped crying, “I miss you. I really do.” he muttered.

His eyes opened up to see Belphegor shaking him a bit. “Mammon?” He said, a bit happy he finally woke up. “You ok?” Belphie asked. Mammon nodded, a smile on his lips. Something that hasn’t come back in a while.

“I just had a great dream, a really happy one.” Mammon smiled as he wiped his eyes. “At least I know MC is watching over us. They even said they would come and visit me from time to time.” Mammon laughed lightly.

“I really hope that wasn’t a dream and something real.”.

Belphie smiled shakily, “Well, at least if you’re feeling a bit better.” he said.

— —

It took years until Mammon healed enough to try and get back to his old life, but MC always was on his mind. He was always happy when they visited his dreams. The other brothers were healing slowly too, but it was going to take a while. Just like it had with Lilith.

Mammon was in his room listening to his radio when he heard a song flow through his headphones. One of the lyrics made him think of MC.

I close my eyes and the memories flood inside my headHow could I miss what was right thereThe party was bright, saw you there in the distanceDevilish smile and those starry eyes, I should've knownYou’d leave and I’d be all alone.

Mammon smiled and laughed lightly. He really didn’t think simple song lyrics would make memories of his human flood his mind. “You really did leave me alone didn’t ya MC..”

[haikyuu-sins]

Hey!!

Ok, first of all I love your writing, it's just soooo good and second, since I saw the requests are opened I wanted to ask for a little scenario, ok here we go.

So it's Law x fem!Reader from the strawhats and both crews are fighting against some kind of enemy and their army, this enemy it's like a mad scientist and shots the reader with a strange sustance but nobody really notices because they are fighting and she doesn't want them to get preoccupied.

The things is, some days later strange white marks begin to appear on her skin and yes, it's the amber lead, she tries to hide it but at some point Law sees it and when I don't know, I will leave the rest to you.

Thank you so much ❤❤

Thank you! I loved how interesting this request was! I hope you enjoy :) (I realized too late into this thatI didn’t make them a strawhat so my apologies for that! I’ve been trying to work on this one for so long and it slipped my mind :( also I’m sorry that this kind of ends a little abruptly, I wasn’t sure where I really wanted it to go in the end

Warnings: Getting shot/blood

****Law x Reader

This was supposed to be quick. An in, out kind of deal. What was going to be a quick trade, ended up being a ruse. When Law was finished with his end of the deal, which was healing a member of this scientist’s crew and in return he’d give Law a medicine that he had been looking for that he would only be able to get from this island.

But things went south as soon as the deal was finished. It all started happening so quickly that you almost didn’t have time to react. Once the sound of a gunshot filled the air, Law was quick to act. He was already after the ringleader and was telling the rest of the crew to fight and stay alive until he got back from dealing with the scientist.

The once peaceful surroundings were now a small battlefield. You watched Bepo and the rest of the crew fighting with the others and you had your own hands full with a few of the men from the other crew. But what you didn’t notice was that there was a sniper off in the distance with a fresh batch of bullets that were coated and infused with different diseases; new and old.

His sights were set on you as you seemed to be giving his crewmates the most trouble. There was so much noise on the battlefield that you didn’t even know where the next gunshot came from. All you knew was that you felt a sharp pain in your thigh, then moments later, another right above your knee cap. Your mind went white for a moment. The searing pain made your head go blank before you felt a fist connect with your face that brought you back to reality.

You wanted to pass out but Law told you all to stay alive because he knew that you could handle yourselves. That meant you couldn’t afford to lose consciousness. Law put his trust in you and the rest of his crew so you needed to show him that you could be trusted.

Blood trickled down your left leg and your pants were sticking to you uncomfortably. You felt useless not being able to even use one of your legs. But no matter how much it hurt, you put your weight on it and continued to fight. Another bullet came your way but this time you sensed it. There was something different about this one. It almost seemed to have some sort of heavy aura around it.

You deflected it with the knife you held in your hand. The bullet ricocheted off and hit one of the men you were brawling with, and straight into his shoulder.

He hissed in pain, not knowing what exactly had happened, but when you saw what that bullet began doing to his body you realized why it was so different from the other two. His skin started to melt from where the bullet entered and he screamed in agony. Your eyes were wide with fear, hoping that that wouldn’t be your fate. While your skin wasn’t melting off like his, you knew that there had to have been something wrong with this bullet as well.

But you didn’t have much time to process what could happen to you because the fighting continued and now you had the added bonus of trying to figure out if there would be a bullet coming at you. In a moment there was a sharp stinging in your side. You heard no gun shots but there was a clear wound in your abdomen.

Within minutes though, everything suddenly stopped, you and the rest of the crew had taken notice that there was a slight blue tinge that covered the area. In that moment, you knew that you could finally relax. Your legs buckled under you and the next thing you knew, you were in the sub.

You ached. Your entire body ached and you heard a soft beeping noise right beside you. Slowly your eyes began to open and you squint. The bright lights nearly blinding you.

Law glanced over and heard the rustling of the bed sheets. “Don’t touch the IV, Y/n-ya.” he spoke as he watched you reaching for it. You sigh and your hand falls onto the bed. “And don’t even think about moving.” he stood from his chair next to you and gently pushed your shoulder down.

Your voice was hoarse when you spoke softly. “Is everyone okay?” glancing around the room, you noticed that there was no one else but you and Law.

“Everyone is fine. I was able to patch them up. You one the other hand were the one who had the most damage done. You were shot three times. I’m not sure why but I couldn’t find the bullets even though there wasn’t an exit wound.”

He had even used his Scan on you thanks to his Ope-Ope no mi but still wasn’t able to find anything wrong. For some reason, you thought it would be a good idea to omit the fact that a bullet that was aimed for you hit someone else and melting the man’s skin off. There wasn’t anything wrong with you now. But what you didn’t know was that the bullets were still inside you. They had dissolved and a deadly and what was thought to be an incurable disease was now making its way through your body.

“I’m going to run some tests-”

“Please, I’m fine! Will you just let me get back to work?”

The look on Law’s face said it all as he turned to you. ‘Absolutely not’ was plastered all over and you knew better than to argue with him, but you felt like a terrible burden.

“You should be doing Captain things, not treating me.” you slumped back into the bed.

“You seem to forget that your captain is also your doctor.”

Your lips made an ‘O’ and your cheeks flushed slightly. “I didn’t forget...It just slipped my mind for a second.”

“I’m going to run your tests tomorrow. You’ve lost a lot of blood and need rest, so I’ll leave you be for a few hours and come back to check on you. Let me know if you need anything. You shouldn’t be in too much pain but I can put more medicine in your IV-that you better not take out-if you need it.” With that, he left the room while you glared at the IV that was stuck in you. It was best that you left it in and you knew it, It soon didn’t worry you anymore and before you knew it, your eyelids fluttered close with the darkness of a promising sleep overcoming.

It was about a week before Law let you out of the infirmary. He made sure you were okay to walk on your own, and he wanted you to take antibiotics for another week in case of an infection. The tests he had taken all came back normal for now. Nothing was out of the ordinary, but he still wanted you to check in with him every so often.

Law was wary of letting you out of his site, something had been worrying him about the fact he couldn’t find the bullets but you spoke of nothing out of the ordinary no matter how much he knew tried to get the information out of you.

The next time Law saw you, you looked like a ghost. He noticed how your knees were trembling and quickly urged you to sit down, guiding you to a chair. “I told you to come by and see me if there was anything wrong, Y/N-ya.”

“I’m fine… really. I’m just a little tired.”

His grey eyes narrowed slightly at you then his brows furrowed. There was a spot in your hair that hadn’t been there before that was beginning to go white--not grey like a normal aging person, but white. Quickly, he grabbed your arm and shoved the material of your sleeve up. You had no strength to pull back and his eyes now widened when he noticed the white patches that were covering you.

“Law it hurts… Everything hurts. I ache all the time and it feels like there’s nothing I can do to make it stop.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” the taller man quickly scooped you out of the chair and rushed you into the infirmary.

“That bullet…I think there was something in it.” you managed to croak out. “One of their guys got shot with a bullet that I dodged and his skin, it started to melt off his body.” You knew that he’d be scolding you after this, not telling him all of the details the first time is one of Law’s pet peeves.

“This could have all been avoided if you told me this in the first place!” While this would be an easy fix for Law, he was still upset that you were putting yourself in unnecessary pain. You didn’t need to suffer and if you weren't stubborn then you wouldn’t be in this position. He knew exactly what it was like to have this incurable disease, but you were lucky enough to have a captain who could cure anything. Including Amber Lead.

He put you on the bed in the infirmary and it didn’t take him long to get this out of your body. On the way there you had passed out which did make it easier for Law work, but he was scared. This disease was supposed to be gone. So how did this scientist get a hold of something this deadly?

One thing he did know--he wasn’t going to lose anyone else to this forsaken illness. Not again. He had already lost his entire family to it and he would be damned if he’d let it happen to his crew.

It only took Law a few minutes to finish this up and make sure that all of the Amber Lead was out of your body. He ran tests on you all throughout the night, almost never leaving your side. It was comforting knowing that the first face you saw when you opened your eyes was him. Though you knew he probably wasn’t the happiest with you, you did know that he would always do his best to save you and that’s why your eyes were opening in the first place.

Besides the quiet beeps of the monitor, the next thing you heard was his gruff voice. “You sure do leave out some important information when it’s needed.”

You bit your lip. “Sorry…”

“I don’t think ‘sorry’ cuts it when you nearly had a death wish. You’d be dead if you weren’t here with me, you know that? What you were shot with was a bullet that had Amber Lead poisoning which is normally incurable.”

“Guess I’m really lucky then, huh?” you smile weakly over to him, hoping that maybe he’ll see the bright side. “I’m alive at least, that counts for something, right?”

“Yeah, you’re lucky enough to be alive so you can do all of the extra chores around the sub.”

“Oh come on!” you groaned out in protest. “This is what I get for pulling thought and making it out alive?!”

“No. This is what you get for nearly getting yourself killed for leaving out information that could have prevented this from getting as bad as it did. Maybe next time you should think twice about being as stubborn as you usually are.”

“But that’s my best quality!”

“Trust me, you have better qualities than that, Y/N-ya.” and with that, he left the room, leaving you with a pink tinted face.

[beelsnack]

Obey Me! Boys Taking Care of a Sick MC

In honor of me no longer having covid, I decided to write down how I mentally coped with having the plague  some headcanons about our boys and a sick MC. Because I’m all about the hurt/comfort life.

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Lucifer: “You should be resting.”

The human scowled. Of course Lucifer was standing guard at the bottom of the staircase.

“I’m just going to get some water,” their voice sounded like sandpaper against wood as they spoke. They felt like the living dead, and judging by the cool stare Lucifer was giving them, they looked it, too.

“No, you’re just going back to bed.” He caught them by the elbow as soon as they were within reach. “I’ll bring a pitcher of water to your room for you.”

“Lucif--” their complaint was cut off by a sudden coughing fit. The force of it made them double over, and they clutched at their chest with one hand while the other went to cover their mouth. Demons couldn’t catch human illnesses, but old habits die hard.

It wasn’t until their lungs stopped trying to eject themselves from their body that they realized that Lucifer had sat them down on the bottom step. He was rubbing slow, soothing circles on their back, a rare look of concern in his dark eyes. “Easy now, my dear,” he murmured as they caught their breath. “You’re shaking, are you chilled?”

“...Just a little,” they wheezed. They must not have sounded very convincing, because Lucifer quickly removed one glove and gently pressed the back of his hand against their forehead.

“Your fever has come back.” In one quick, fluid movement, he had taken the cloak from around his shoulders and wrapped it around them like a blanket. “Go back to bed, now. I’ll bring you water and something to bring your fever down,” he spoke softly, like raising his voice would trigger another coughing fit.

It was too bad they were too sick to appreciate Lucifer’s soft side.

Mammon: “…A’ight, that should be everything.”

Admittedly, he might have gone a bit overboard. But, could you blame him? He’d never nursed a sick human back to health before!

…Okay, so Lucifer may or may not have let Mammon use his credit card to get stuff for them. And he may or may not have taken a few liberties. It was for the human though!

“Mammon, holy shit,” they mumbled, poking their head out from the blanket burrito they had cocooned themselves in. “Is there anything left at the convenience store or did you buy them out?”

“Shut it.” he set the last six-pack of Gatorade (well, the Devildom equivalent of it, anyway) at the foot of their bed. “Ya’ weren’t specific, so I just got one of each!”

Their room looked like a doomsday prepper’s bunker. Cans of soup, a myriad of flavors of instant noodles, a portable heater, the works. Maybe they should have been more specific.

“Do ya’ need anything else?” Mammon sounded vaguely annoyed, but underneath the gruff tone he spoke with, his concern was obvious. They had given him a scare when they first came down with the flu two days ago, temperature so high that they ended up collapsing on their way to RAD. He had been fussing over them since. They weren’t even sure if he had slept.

“...Just one more thing.”

“Yeah?” he perked up like a dog waiting for an order from its master. “Whaddaya need?”

Instead of speaking, they wiggled their arms free of the blankets and held them out. For a moment, Mammon just stared at them in confusion. When what they were asking for finally clicked, his face grew so hot they could use it as a space heater.

“What are you, a little kid?” he grumbled, but there wasn’t even a moment’s hesitation as he climbed into the bed with them. They settled themselves against his chest, sighing contentedly. Sleep had taken over in a few heartbeats.

“...Get better soon, you hear?” they didn’t, obviously, and Mammon took the opportunity to gently pat their head, like they so often did for him. “If you’re gonna be all cute and stuff, I want ya to be conscious of it.”

Leviathan: “You know, I really thought you would take longer to go through all of these.”

The human looked like a whole new person compared to the last time Levi had seen them. They were sitting upright, although they looked ready to slide back down into their previous coma-like state any minute, and the number of blankets wrapped around them had been reduced to just one instead of three. They managed to shoot him a weak grin as they handed over the manga he had let them borrow.

As much as Levi loved staying locked away in his inner sanctum, it was only an enjoyable experience if one’s source of entertainment was also locked away with them. And he couldn’t, in hood conscience, let the human die of boredom instead of dying of illness, so he had ventured out of his lair armed with his collector’s edition box set of I’m A Scholarship Student At An Obscenely Rich School and Now I Have To Work Off A Debt Because I Broke A Vase That Belonged To A Host Club!

That had only been a few days ago, but this morning he had gotten a text from them saying that they were finished.

“It’s not like I have anything else to do, Levi.”

“Pretty sure you could have been sleeping, but okay.”

They stuck their tongue out. “I couldn’t put it down.”

“Right?” Levi nodded enthusiastically, clutching the box to his chest like it was worth his weight in gold. Actually, knowing him, he probably paid his weight in gold for it. “I definitely bawled my eyes out at the end. You have to watch the anime next, the music really brings the scene together. And, like, I’m not usually into pastel themes, but the color scheme actually really fits the mood, and - “

Somewhere in the middle of Levi’s overly-excited info dumping, the human’s eyes had slipped closed. By the time Levi realized he was geeking out, their breathing had evened out and they had slumped against the headboard.

…Oh. They looked really cute like that.

“Sheesh, c’mon, normie,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I bored you to sleep.”

He set down the box on their nightstand and, very carefully, so he didn’t wake them up, inched them down to lay were laying against the mountain of pillows they had. Once they were settled into a position that wouldn’t give them a crick in their neck, he pulled the blanket up to their chin.

“There,” he nodded to himself. “You rest up, because you and I are going to have an anime marathon, and I won’t forgive you if you fall asleep in the middle of it.”

They mumbled, but otherwise stayed unconscious. Levi had definitely seen this in an anime before. His heart was pounding somewhere around his throat, but he wasn’t getting this opportunity again any time soon. Gently, like he was approaching a wild animal, he leaned in close and pressed his lips to their forehead.

“Seriously, get better soon.” he murmured. “I don’t like seeing you sick.”

Satan: His leg was falling asleep.

He had been sitting in the same position for at least an hour, and if it were anyone else he simply would have shoved them off and went about his day. But, how could he push the human away when they were curled up like a kitten in his lap?

They had been complaining about being bored, since they had been too feverish to attend RAD for the past few days. So Satan, always the man with a plan, had arrived in their room ready to binge watch his favorite crime drama. Even though he had seen this show at least eight times, he still found himself getting absolutely sucked into the plot. So much so that he didn’t notice the human starting to nod off until they landed against his side.

“Honestly, you could have just told me you were tired.” he muttered, gently rearranging them so their head was resting in his lap. They made a small noise in their sleep, but otherwise remained unconscious.

It was so rare that the human was still. They seemed to have an endless source of energy, able to be embroiled in all of the shenanigans that tended to happen around the family without absolutely disintegrating. To have them finally at rest, even sick, was quite the treat. Satan couldn’t quit help himself as he reached down to pet their head.

Well, if he was going to be stuck here until they woke up, at least he had a good show to watch.

Asmodeus: “Asmo, I can bathe by myself.”

“Yeah, no, don’t even try it.” Asmo shook his head as he ushered the human into his bedroom. “You passed out in the shower the other day, darling. This is the only time I’m grateful for Mammon’s snooping, because you might still be there if he hadn’t heard you fall.”

They subconsciously touched the sore spot on their shoulder where they had collided with the wall. The pain blended in with the rest of their body aches, but the bruise certainly didn’t.

“Besides,” Asmo sat them down on the chaise lounge. “A nice, hot bath with some quality oils will rejuvenate you like nothing else. Now, go on, strip.”

When they gave him a clearly unamused look, he just laughed. “Not while you’re sick, darling. You know full well being with me requires you to be at peak energy.”

With a sigh, they began peeling themselves out of their days-old pajamas. Admittedly, they did feel like a bath would help them feel a little better. They were pretty sure they read somewhere that the steam from hot water would help clear out all the gunk in their chest. And if anyone knew the intricate rituals of bath time, it was Asmodeus.

While they were stripping, Asmo had made his way over to the Grecian temple that was his bathtub and turned on the tap. After a few moments of running his hand under the stream to test the temperature, he stood and began browsing his impressive collection of bath accoutrements. “Hm, let’s see, let’s see…here it is!”

Asmo turned around, holding up the little bottle like he had just found buried treasure. “Eucalyptus, to help clear out the lungs. It’s good for muscle aches, too!”

With a flourish, he put a few drops into the water. “Alright, ready. Can you get in yourself or do you need my help?”

“I’ve got the flu, not the plague, Asmo.”

“You. Fell. In. The. Shower.” he punctuated each word with a poke to their cheek before holding out his hand to help them. Although they grumbled, they were still feeling kind of weak, so they allowed Asmo to pull them up.

“There, now, easy does it,” he spoke softly as he guided them to sit on the edge of the tub. If this were any other situation, they would be painfully aware of the fact that they were completely naked in front of the Avatar of Lust. But, the fragrant steam rising from the water was beginning to ease the ache in their chest, and Asmo’s soft hands had begun massaging their shoulders. They barely even noticed when they were fully seated.

“You’re not coming in?” they murmured sleepily as Asmo sat himself along the edge of the tub. He just laughed.

“Next time, darling. Now, you just relax and let me take care of you.”

Beelzebub: The phrase “don’t have much of an appetite” just didn’t make sense to Beel. How could someone not want to eat? Maybe he was a bit biased, being the ever-starving Avatar of Gluttony, but still. Humans needed lots of nutrients to get better when they were sick, right? He was pretty sure that was what Satan told him.

Beel scowled, scrolling through the eighteenth listicle about foods to eat when sick. Honestly, he was making himself hungry, but he was starting to get the general idea. Looks like he’s making them some soup.

The kitchen was separated into “human” and “demon” sections, after the one time that they almost used cyanide instead of salt. Human cuisine took less time and involved less magic, so Beel knew his way around the human spice cabinet. Making the soup was the easy part, making sure it got to its intended recipient was another matter.

Climbing the stairs to the human’s room felt like a Herculean task, but he did it - mostly. He may have taken a few bites here and there. But he had purposely put more in the bowl than he knew they would be able to eat, so it was fine, right? He knocked on their door twice, listening to them shuffle around before they finally called out weakly that the door was open.

“I brought food.” he said, shutting the door behind him. “You haven’t been eating much lately.”

They poked their head miserably out of the blanket burrito they had wrapped themselves in. A thin sheen of sweat covered their forehead, but they were shaking, which meant their fever hadn’t broken yet. Did humans always take this long to get better? Another question for Satan.

“I’m not really hungry, Beel.” they mumbled, voice thick and gravelly due to the sore throat they had. “You can eat it.”

Shaking his head, Beel sat himself down on the bed beside them. “I had some already.”

“Have some more.”

“No, I made it for you.” his stomach growled, completely undermining his words. “It’s basically just broth, you can drink it.”

They wiggled around for a bit before they managed to extract themselves from the absolute cocoon they had made. “…What kind of broth?”

“Just chicken, I promise.” he laughed. “I wasn’t about to try to get you to eat a Devildom recipe.”

Finally, they got themselves into a sitting position, but even that seemed to wear them out. They flopped against Beel’s shoulder, and he definitely didn’t like how hot their skin felt against his. Their breathing was ragged as they tried to get the energy to sit up.

“Here,” Beel dipped the spoon into the broth. “I’ll help.”

“I’m not a baby…”

“No, but you are really weak.” he replied gently. “Let me help you.”

He could feel the urge to protest vibrating through their body - their independence was definitely an endearing quality of theirs. But, eventually they must have come to the conclusion that a content of tenacity between the two of them was going to take longer than simply waiting out their illness. With a huff, they opened their mouth and let Beel feed them.

“Oh, wow, this is pretty good.”

“I’m a good cook if I don’t eat the ingredients first.”

Belphegor: “I thought humans slept a lot when they got sick.”

The bags under the human’s eyes were almost as intense as they glare they gave him. When the rest of the brothers had begun arguing over something stupid, Belphegor had taken the opportunity to bundle them up and whisk them away to the peace and quiet of the attic. His intent had been to take a nice long nap with them, but apparently their lungs had a different plan.

“We should,” they groaned, sounding like their throat was made of sandpaper. “Every time I feel like I’m going to fall asleep, I start coughing.”

“That sounds counter-intuitive.”

“Tell me about it.”

Belphie rolled over so that he was lying on his side, facing them. “Well then, you picked a good nap partner.”

They blinked blearily up at him. “Why is that?”

“Come here, I’ll show you.”

He reached out, tugging them towards him until they were settled comfortably against his chest with their head tucked beneath his chin. Although he wasn’t the tallest of the brothers, he had enough height to basically surround the human. “Can you hear my heartbeat?”

“I’m too tired for you cheesy lines, Belphie.”

“No, seriously, just listen.”

He could practically hear them roll their eyes, but they quieted down. Once he was sure they were synced up with the steady ba-bump, ba-bump of his heart, he began to work his magic - literally.

He brought his hand up to cup the back of their skull, fingertips tingling as he focused his magic their. They squirmed for a moment before sighing as the cool rush of Belphie’s special brand of sleep magic washed over them.

“I told you, being tired isn’t the prob - “

“Hush,” he murmured, letting them feel his voice rumble through his chest. “Just relax for me, okay?”

Belphie massaged their scalp like he was washing their hair, working his magic into their skin. Slowly but surely he felt them soften, the tightness in their chest easing. Finally, their slightly labored breathing evened out, and the poor human finally succumbed to sleep.

“About time,” he kissed the top of their head. “You need to rest if you want to get better, so let’s sleep as long as we like, okay?”

[mxvladdy]

Diavolo- True Form

Whoooooooo weeeee! ‘Pologies for the wait on these longer posts. I’ve been hit with a one two punch of house emergencies and sudden costly ass repairs, so my creative juices have been rightly squashed as of late.

Plus side I got my drawing tablet and drafting table back so I can neaten up my blog lay out now (yay!) 

Anyway this one was a challenge in the best possible ways. I really like Diavolo because of how little we know about him so it gave me some wiggle room. Or at least what I know of him- im only on like chapter 23 of the stories. Idk if I did him justice as this is angsty af but I sure had a blast writing it!

Hope ya like! Next up: Beelzebub 

Trigger warning: Mention of blood, and swearing. 

Diavolo-

He'll never show you, so don't ask. His true form is god-like in its own right and such knowledge, such truly raw demonic power in its natural form is not for your mortal eyes.

No matter what your lineage, it would break you. And despite his roles and being the literal devil, he doesn’t want you suffering.

Sometimes when he thinks you wouldn't notice he relaxes his hold on reality, just a fraction. He wants to relieve some of the tension that is always building just below the surface. Like closing your eyes when you have a tension headache. The mental energy he has to exert to keep face is enormous. Regular glamour doesn’t work nearly as well as his own, or Barbato’s magic.

But you see hints during your downtime spent in his company. A ripple in his reflection on the window pane. Unexplainable shadows dancing across his exposed skin. Too many teeth in his mouth when he laughs. Sometimes when you stare into his eyes you see something indescribable staring back behind them. His usually warm and inviting gaze darkening. A barest flicker, a hulking bestial thing kept locked behind in his golden gaze. It's enough to freeze the blood in your veins.

On certain nights when you can slip away from the brothers you stay in his room. Lying  awake, you watch his magic wane and shift as he slumbers. Sometimes you see runes, or at times letters. You are tempted to write them down and ask Solomon. But something stops you each time.

The worst images are the faces. Unknown souls trapped beneath his flesh clawing to be freed. Silent screams fading back into his body as he dreams. Your fragile fingers trace the patterns they leave as you wait for the next day wrapped in his embrace.

Only once have you seen more of his form then he would ever wish. The depths of his strength and mental fortitude were unknown to you so the slip up took you both by surprise. He masks the error well, but the sudden shift in energy in the room couldn’t be suppressed .

You are suddenly so aware of the oppressive weight of gravity on your frame. Your bones grinding together under the force of his aura. You panic, desperate by the need to breathe, but are unable to draw even the smallest bit of oxygen as it is robbed from the room. Time and reality wrapped too, distorting in ways only you thought only Barbatos could do. You knew in that moment the sudden dread of death, how mortally was but a rusty shackle tethering you down.

He collects himself, dispelling the energy and locking his glamour down tight to protect you. But that split second of fury felt like an eternity to you as you sink to the floor. You hiccup a shaky sob and shiver. Your fragile human mind bowing under the strain of what it cannot comprehend. Scolding hot tears fall from your cheeks, before splashing crimson the stone below you.

You didn't approach him again for over a month. No matter how strong you are, some things were better off unseen.

Mini Fic

He didn’t know. For once in his ancient pitiful existence, he had been unaware of his surroundings. It had been for just a moment, one tiny crack in his veneer. The foolishness of Mammon and Belphegor’s actions finally poked the right nerve. He wouldn’t hurt them, for Lucifer’s sake. That prideful demon would never forgive him if he did. But he could scare them. A quick look at his true self; a flash of the deepest bowels of hell. Enough to give them a reminder of their positions and standing in his court. He had expected their whimpers of fear, could taste the acidic tinge of it exuding from their pores. What he didn’t expect though was your blood curdling screams alongside.

Ironically, he would have to thank the second eldest later. His fast thinking is the only thing that saved you from complete damnation. His body shielded yours, taking the brunt of the stronger daemons hellish might for you. What little magic Mammon still had left used to protect you. Though, while your vision was blocked, you could still feel his oppressive presence. It racked your mortal flesh. Diavolo knew what affects his power had on humans. He spent years breaking and consuming damned souls with zeal after all.

The brothers had run from him after that, screaming for Simone. Barbatos following close behind, a look of consternation on his usually impassive face. You had been so limp in Mammon's arms. Diavolo could do nothing, shocked by his own weak will and realization that he might have ruined everything. You had been whisked away so quickly by his faithful servant and the brothers that he hadn’t had a chance to look you over himself. But the brief moment he saw will haunt him for years to come. Your eyes red from the sudden haemolacria, the blood staining your clothes and face. Your fingers digging away at your soft skin, black and purple blotches staining what he could see. Mouth opened wide on a silent scream. He knew what you must have seen. The souls of the damned trapped under his glamour breaking free to latch on to your unmarred soul trying to drag you back with them.

Against his butler's advice he stands at your door now days later trying to see you. He couldn’t sit around and just hear updates second hand. The brothers had been keeping guard most days in a valiant attempt to keep him away. But he could only be waylaid for so long before he used his rank against them.

He had arranged a full council meeting. Every one of the brothers knowing full well it was to get them out of his way. Yet, the order was absolute. This time none of the brothers could reject it. Barbatos would keep them in that room for eternity if he so wished for it. He hated using his age and power against them, but he saw no other way to get to you.

It was foolish now, standing as he was in front of your door. A part of him hoping you would turn the knob and let him in. Let him comfort you for once, instead of the asinine distractions the brothers offered. He could help too. Hells, he wanted to. He wanted to be closer to you. Power discrepancy be damned. The other part of him knowing it was for the best that you didn’t. Your guardian and tormentor all in one. He listens to your muffled sobs for a moment fighting with his feet to stay cemented to the floor instead of heading back in defeat.  

"When my father was still around he took me down to the deepest depths of the kingdom. Where the worst of the traitors and sinners are imprisoned." His deep baritone rumbles through your door during a break in your crying. "It’s a place few seldom go; even now I have yet to return. Back then he told me ‘there will never be a human soul that is undeserving of punishment. Even the ones destined for the celestial realm are tethered to sin.’ At that time I believed him. The things I saw in your realm... " The prince chuckles wearily.

He remembers the ever present scowl on the old King's face. His dark eyes looking out at the sea of damned souls he controlled. Even as a young daemon, fresh into his wings and still sharpening his horns to impress others he could tell how much his father detested his position. How it had warped him, turning him bitter and cold, even to his mate and only child.

Diavolo never wanted to be like that. Not to the ones he supposedly cared for at the very least. "I think that is why he hated the other realms so much.” He continued. “Humans, for their ability to choose which realm they would eventually end up in after they pass. That even the worst sinners could find redemption enough at the last moment to get to the pearly gates. While daemons, no matter how well they served, or the duties they did for the good of their own would never be seen as equals to our celestial counterparts or yours. That this existence is all we'll ever be destined to have. Nightmares and monsters, stories to tell little human children to keep them in line.” He pauses, collecting himself. “I believed wholeheartedly that every human deserved the punishments only my kind could dowel out. But, in this past year I have spent with you, I find myself changing. You are so undeserving of such torment. Somehow you are understanding and forgiving beyond measure to us. You handle our ill tempers with such grace. For daemons such as us, it is staggering, and humbling. I regret that I have hurt you so deeply and have broken your trust. I swear it as the head of this realm I would never intentionally do so." He looks at the door handle willing it to open. " I am so sorry."

Your crying picks up again. Huge heaving sobs that rattle your chest. Great Father, he just keeps making it worse. Clearing his head Diavolo turns.

Rejection of this nature was new to him. No one had ever dared to ignore him, especially such as this. The royal in him- his father's blood- seethed that he would even stoop so low as to grovel to a short lived thing like yourself. Even deeper yet, it demanded another taste of your essences. You little soul kept safe behind your rib cage. He wanted it added to his collection, kept tucked away deep within his maws.

It was sick; it was wrong. He chokes on the idea. The intrusive thought burrowing deep. How deplorable was he? Perhaps the angels were right to keep him out of heaven.

You didn't show to class the following day, or the days after. Unsurprising to him and the seven of the inner council. He figured the other day wouldn’t change anything. But it was utter agony to him. These days trapped in his office only getting short and curt updates on your health from Lucifer. It had been a special kind of torment.

Today he sat once again at his desk staring at some godforsaken bitching of a royal cousin. He knew this whelp. Some backwater thrice removed eons ago. Yet he was demanding an audience? The gall. The ink of their eligible handwriting makes him cross eyed. Would this day ever cease? He looks to his hourglass, the sands within seemingly frozen in time.

"My Lord, perhaps you should take a moment to stretch your legs?" Barbatos moved from his corner. Gloved hand coming to rest on top of the same three lines he had been reading for the past two hours. "This work could wait another evening I’m certain ."

"Did I do the right thing my friend?" Diavolo doesn't even bother answering the question his servant posed. They both knew he wouldn't. "This program. Our human exchange students. Solomon is one thing, but-"

"Your will and path is absolute." Barbatos states. "There are no mistakes within you, merely stumblings onto different paths."

With a gentle push Barbatos moves the hulking demon out of his way to collect and organize the scrolls and letters scattered about the large desk. "You made the right choice bringing them here. Look at what they have done. They are entertainment to you are they not?"

The prince rose knocking his desk aside and descended on his butler. His true form out in all its unholy glory now. His highly condensed magic distorting the study as if he was a black hole. The axis of the room shifts. His priceless collection of books and toys disintegrating from the cold radiation he emits.

It was all for show really. There was nothing he could do to an ancient being such as Barbatos. So he lashed out, throwing a tantrum in the security of his office. The hopeless agitation he felt fueling the flames of his rage. His butler had only added holy water to his already festering wounds.

Barbatos had been by his side for time in memoriam. The crafty bastard had helped raise him. Had shaped him into the ruler he was today. If anyone could break and remold him it would be his oldest companion.

The dark haired daemon waited for the waves of agitation to dry up. Moving only when the prince was in his more presentable demonic form. Large barrel chest heaving as he reined himself in. “Are you back to your senses?” He asks coolly, already categorizing the items to replace and furniture to be mended.

"I had not meant for it to go like this."  Diavolo croaks into his hands collapsing back on what remained of his desk. Building a bridge between realms, yes. That noble idea was the greater purpose of this program, but the rest of it. The classes, and dances. The parties where he threw his newest toys about to see how they would react to things other mortals worshiped? That had been for his own curiosity and amusement. Lesser beings navigating a foreign world blind to the dangers that were right under their very nose. Bring a mortal with no magic into his realm? Deep down he knew this was an inevitability. Especially with the freedoms he granted them. He just didn’t think he would get so attached.

“No one believes that you would hurt them on purpose.” His butler cuts off his downward spiral. “It would ruin the program. That is what you are so stressed about, right?” Barbatos eyes him skeptically. Diavolo, himself, and Lucifer had spent many sleepless weeks constructing and negotiating this program. If the Arch Angels heard a mortal was hurt down here it could very well end this little escapade. But the look in the prince’s eyes told a different story.

A warm glow emanated from his cheeks and he was unable to meet the old daemon’s gaze. Ah. "Or perhaps things have changed?" Barbatos smiles coyly up from beneath his bangs. "You are your mother's son after all. Neither of you were ever able to stem your bleeding hearts for long." Diavolo squawked indignantly but didn’t argue. Instead he merely turns a darker shade of red and curses under his breath.

He skipped out on court that evening. Not that he cared much. The other nobles would no doubt use the time to gossip about his whereabouts and uncouth behavior of late. Truth be told, he was avoiding the brothers more than anything else. They had made it expressly clear (some more then others) how they felt about him currently. He wouldn't doubt that Belphegor had a few more brothers on his side now.

Instead he stood at your door once more with a tea tray in hand. He had bumped into Simone on the way. The angel had come to bring you dinner and to check up on the last of your wounds. Celestial magic worked miracles on those who have been touched by the darker arts. Diavolo was grateful for his talents. And, by some miracle, Simone had made it abundantly clear he was not going to bring this to the higher ups on his end either.

Upon seeing the prince slinking up the house's stairwell the other man had simply smiled and offered him the tray. “I suddenly got a message from Luke. Could you perhaps drop this by our friend’s door?” Diavolo had accepted without preamble, large hands dwarfing the platter of little tea cakes and sandwiches. The young cherubs work no doubt. His cooking was a fine treat, and a great incentive to at least open the door.

“Hello again.” He knocks twice. “I just wanted to check in on you. I know I am the last person you wish to see but I was hoping to talk?” Silence greets him. Were you awake? He breathes deeply and focuses on picking up your vitals. You were up, your heart thumping steady somewhere in the room. That was good. “I also have dinner for you. Simone had an urgent matter to attend to so he- for better or worse- entrusted this to me.”

Diavolo searches hopelessly for something else to say. He couldn’t just leave the food and go. He needed to see you. “I don’t plan on staying long today. I understand when I am not wanted, but I cannot help myself but be worried for you. Perhaps this is just me contritioning, because I know I caused this. The amount of times I have been called a ‘ass’ by Solomon over this have been staggering.” He rambles. After another bout of silence from your end he coincides. “I see- I will leave the food by the door and let you rest.” Defeated he puts the food down and turns to leave.

The door clicks open slowly. One bloodshot eye peeking through the crack. “Oh mio piccolo mortale.” He loses his grip on your shared tongue at a loss. You looked- you must have been in the hall longer then he or the brothers had known. Such damage couldn’t be done in a few moments. Your skin was healing as nicely as Lucifer had said, but the deep purple scarring still remained on the surface. The burn pattern of it all was random. Twisting wounds that reflected an oily sheen from the light of the hallway. “I-.”

“I know-” You cut him off with a raised hand. “and I feel as though I owe you an apology too.” Your voice was so weak and shaky. A mockery of your normally strong and jovial tone. Hearing you laugh at school had brightened the dreary halls. He hadn’t realized it until you weren't there.

“You owe me nothing.” Diavolo says in earnest. He watches you contemplate your next words before throwing whatever you were going to say away.

“Would you like to come in?” Your eyes drop to the tray. “Luke always makes more than I can eat.”

“I don’t think that would be wise.” He backs out. All his plans crashing and burning around his feet. His actions had been irreparable.

“Perhaps not,” You open the door wider taking the tray and heading to your side table, leaving him no room to argue. “But then again, being a lamb among such wolves as yourself and the brothers isn’t smart either.” You meant it as a joke but he couldn’t even muster a chuckle. It was true. Gods. “Dia-” You approach him again but falter at the last second.

As much as you wanted to be close to him again the memories were still so fresh in your mind. The cold hell fire of his magic ensnaring you, searing your skin. The whispered words of sinners long since past still echoing in your head, all in languages you’ve never heard before. The worst though had to be the screaming. Lost souls begging for help. Some sounded so familiar…You shutter involuntarily.

You wanted to hate him for this. Curse him for putting you through this pain. But how much could you blame him? Or any of them? They were daemons. Whether he meant to hurt you or not, it truly had only been a matter of time before it happened. It would be hypocritical of you to fear or hate him forever over this. Six of the seven brothers have threatened your life before, and you have forgiven them. Hell, one of them actually killed you. What’s more was that Diavolo’s wrath hadn’t even been directed at you.

Wrong place at the right time; seemed to be your forte. “Please, come in.” You repeat again firmer than before mustering up either courage or sheer human stupidity to order him in. You couldn’t tell the difference anymore. “We need to talk.”  

He enters, following at your heel like a lost puppy. All air of princedom gone as you clicked the door shut. Diavolo fiddles with his hands, old habits from childhood coming with his nerves. He didn’t know what to expect anymore. Yelling? Some kind of beratement? A plea to go home and never look back?  He would let you.

You pass by him, giving him a large berth of space to get to your seat. “Tea?”  

Diavolo jerks his head to you. He had forgotten momentarily the plate of food he had used to get access to you. You smile sheepishly pushing it and a plate of sweets towards him with your unbandaged knuckles. He doesn’t move till your hand retracts back to your lap. You jerk your head to the open seat waiting for him. You weren’t going to take no for an answer.

“I- thank you.” The daemon sits making himself as small as possible in the straight back chair. He takes the porcelain and drinks mindlessly. The scalding hot tea doing little to help the tightness of his throat, but it did thaw some of the ice in his mind.

“Are-how…” He fumbles so unsure of what to do next. “I see you’ve been keeping up with your school work.” Diavolo closes his eyes, wincing internally at his words. That’s what he comes up with? Idiotic.

You smile anyway, eyeing the massive pile of books and paperwork spewn about your bed. “Yeah. I’ve taken to doing my school work with Levi in his room. Mammon and Beel are nice enough to drop it off to the teachers when they are due.” He nods. He knew this of course. But it was nice to hear it from you. But yet, you don’t meet his eyes. Far too afraid to see what hid behind them.

The thought of being dragged back into those dark depths again makes your pulse quicken. You instead stare at your nail beds, finding them more interesting. They were purple now. The nails stained black by the contact with his magic. “Will- will that go away?” He asks. Demonic curses or taints were nigh impossible to remove fully. Disgustingly, he hoped they didn’t. Then your nails would match his. The darker depths of his soul coo at the idea, happy that in a small way every daemon would know your his. Not as good as a pact, but as close as he could get to being a part of your little mortal life.

“I’m not sure.” You reply honestly bringing your hands up to place them on the table. “Simone and Solomon have done what they could. But, it is as good as it’s going to get for now. They say it could fade with time.” You look up at him, eyes gazing to the left of his face. “Luke thinks I should see a stronger angel.” Diavolo winces, the thought stung, and terrified him. “I told him no.”

That surprised him. This was your chance. The celestial realm had been skeptical from the beginning. If they knew, it would be a perfect caveat for them to step in. “Why?” Finally you look at him. The fear was still there. Hesitation evident in your eyes. Yet you forced yourself to look at him, fighting through your trepidation.

“Did you mean what you said earlier? About your father and what you think of me?”

“Of course.” He replies without hesitation reaching for your cold hands. You flinch but don’t move away. It felt-nice. His warmth chasing away the perpetual chill that covered your fingertips. Idly you stroke his strong hands with your thumbs.

“Then, I think we can work on this privately.” Slowly but surely you felt like you could fix this. Not for the program, but for yourself.