#they better do something nice for him please

[rafesbabygirlx]

can you do something with Rafe and a very naive reader who doesn’t know when a guy is flirting with her and she’s just super friendly? like rafe will get confrontational and possessive but he’s never mean to his girl because she doesn’t know any better and he drags her out of the bar angrily but then is super sweet to her and they have car sex and maybe like the guy walks by and sees them and Rafe smirks at him through the window.

Pleaseeeeeeeeeee??????

Oooooff YES

I feel like I might get a little carried away with this one (I just finished and yes... it is long lol)

𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎!𝚋𝚏!𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚟𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐)

𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

The bar was alive with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. You were seated in a booth with Rafe, Kelce, Topper, and a few of your girlfriends, all of you were caught up in conversation, shouting over the music. Between stories and bursts of laughter, you finally glanced down and realized your glass was nearly empty.

Slipping away from the table, you made your way toward the bar, leaning in slightly to get the bartender’s attention.

“Vodka soda, please,” you ordered.

As you waited, you felt someone step up beside you. You turned slightly and saw a tall brunette guy—broad shoulders, sharp features, a confident stance.

“You here with anyone?” he asked casually, his voice smooth but loud enough to be heard over the music.

“Yeah,” you nodded, gesturing over my shoulder toward my group. 

You didn’t think anything of it, but he moved a little closer, resting his elbow on the bar. “Nice. You come here often?”

You shook my head. “Not really, just whenever my friends want to. What about you?”

“Every now and then,” he shrugged. “I’m Eric, by the way.”

“y/n.”

The bartender slid your drink over, and you picked it up, but you didn’t rush back to the table. Eric was easy to talk to, and after all, it was just casual conversation.

“So, y/n, what do you do?” he asked, taking a sip from his own drink.

“I’m a senior in college,” you said. “Studying fashion.”

His eyebrows lifted with interest. “That’s cool. So you’re into fashion?”

You laughed. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

He smirked. “Alright, be honest—do I look like I know anything about fashion?”

You gave him a once-over, eyeing his fitted black t-shirt and well-worn jeans. “You’re doing alright,” you teased. “No major offenses.”

“Good to know. I’d hate to be a walking fashion crime.” He leaned in slightly. “So, what’s the dream job?”

You hesitated for a second, taking a sip of your drink. “Marketing for a fashion brand, something creative. I love the behind-the-scenes of campaigns and branding.”

“That actually sounds really interesting,” he said, nodding. “Ever thought about starting your own thing?”

“I mean, maybe one day,” you admitted. “I’d want to work somewhere first, really get the experience before diving into anything myself.”

“That’s smart.” He tilted his glass toward me. “To future success, then.”

I clinked my drink against his, smiling. “To future success.”

“y/n.”

The sound of my name in a familiar voice made me turn, and there was Rafe, standing just a few feet away, watching the conversation unfold. His expression was unreadable, but his sharp blue eyes were locked on Eric.

afe walked up behind you, placing a hand on your waist. "Oh hi, Rafey!" you greeted, wrapping your arm around his waist as he moved in close to you.

"And who's this?" Rafe asked, his tone even but laced with something unreadable.

"This is Eric," you said casually. "We just started talking. He's really nice. We should hang out with him."

Rafe raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, is he now?"

"Yeah, he is."

Rafe’s gaze didn’t shift from Eric as he spoke. "And what have you and my girlfriend been talking about exactly?"

Eric shifted uncomfortably under Rafe’s stare. "Look, man, she didn’t say she had a boyfriend."

Rafe let out a sharp laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Oh, so it's her fault you're a creep?"

"Rafe, we were just talking, I don’t understand," you said, your grip around his waist tightening as you started to feel nervous.

But Rafe broke your hold, moving around to the other side of you, stepping directly in front of Eric. His presence alone made Eric take a step back.

"Listen, man," Rafe said, his voice low and firm. "I watched the whole interaction. You saw her with a group, you saw her ring, and you still thought you had a shot?" He leaned in slightly, his jaw tight. "Next time, when a girl gives you a polite response, take the hint and walk away."

Eric put his hands up. "Dude, I didn’t mean anything—"

"Did I say you could talk?" Rafe cut him off, his voice steady but dangerous.

Eric glanced between you and Rafe, clearly realizing he was outmatched. "Alright, man. Chill. I was just being friendly."

"Then be friendly somewhere else, before I make you regret it," Rafe said coldly, taking a step closer, forcing Eric to back away further.

Eric muttered something under his breath before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

Rafe exhaled sharply, shaking his head. Then he looked down at you, his expression softening slightly. "You okay?"

You nodded, still processing the sudden shift in energy. "Yeah. Rafe, that was—"

"He was too close," Rafe interrupted, sliding an arm back around your waist protectively. "And I don’t like people thinking they can just walk up on you like that."

You sighed, resting your head briefly against his shoulder. "Let’s just go, okay?"

Rafe nodded, pressing a quick kiss to the side of your head. "Yeah, let’s go."

With his arm still around you, he led you back through the bar, his grip just a little tighter than before.

Rafe tossed you gently into the back seat, sliding in right after you. His eyes were dark, filled with something unreadable.

"You're too sweet for your own good, baby," he murmured before crashing his lips against yours.

You pulled away slightly, breathless. "I don't know what you mean."

He exhaled, shaking his head with a small smirk. "You see the good in everyone. So much so that you don’t even realize how he was coming onto you. I’m not mad at you, you don’t know any better, but he was taking advantage of your kindness. Thinking he could have you. Take you away from me."

You frowned. "No, Rafe, he wasn’t. He was just being nice."

You let out a small laugh, but Rafe’s hand was suddenly on your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. Your smile faded when you saw the seriousness in his eyes.

"See what I mean?" he muttered.

You swallowed. "No, Rafe, I don’t. Why can't someone just be nice?"

His jaw clenched. "It’s the actions, baby. He was no good."

You sighed, shaking your head. "Whatever you s—"

Before you could finish, Rafe leaned in again, kissing you deeply, possessively. His hands gripped your waist as if grounding himself in you.

"Show me who you belong to," he whispered against your lips, pushing you down to the car floor.

He keeps his eyes locked on yours as he unbuckles his pants. You stare up at him with those big sweet doe eyes of yours and grab a hold of him once he's free, peppering kisses on his tip. Rafe throws his head back once you lower your mouth on him.

"Fuck- just like that," he speaks through gritted teeth.

You bob your head up down, taking in as much of him as you can. He moans at how good you make him feel. But in a split second, the vision of - that guy- all over you pisses him off and he grabs the back of your head and begins to buck up his hips jamming himself into the back of your throat. He doesn't mean to take his anger out on you, his sweet girl, but that shit really pissed him off.

You gag on him and grip onto his thighs, trying to breathe through your nose as best you can. Rafe thrusts a few more times before releasing himself from your mouth. He lets you catch your breath for a second before lifting you back onto the seat and laying you down.

He bunches up your dress around your waist and pulls down your underwear, tossing them into the front seat. He puts his thumb in his mouth getting it wet and brings it to your clit, rubbing it softly. You buck up at the feeling but Rafe grabs your waist and pushes you back down.

"Baby, you are the sweetest girl I know," Rafe murmured while not letting up from your clit.

You moan at his sweet words.

"You mean everything to me. No man could ever take you away from me. You’re mine."

You find it hard to speak, but need to let him know. "Rafe, I’m always yours. You know that."

His grip on your waist tightened. "I know, but I don’t want anyone else thinking they have a chance. I love you too much for that."

You smiled, placing a hand on his chest. "I love you too. Always."

Rafe sighed, leaning down to you for a deep kiss. "Good. Because I don’t plan on ever letting you go."

He moves down and attaches his mouth to you. Swirling his tongue around your clit, replacing his finger. He then sucks on it and you put your arm over your mouth to let out a loud moan into it, considering you're in the middle of a parking lot. Rafe puts a stop to that quickly.

"Let me hear you, no one's around." He smirks up at you and you smile back.

He continues to eat you out before moving up and pushing his pants down more and lining up to your entrance. Wasting no time in wanting to be inside you. He slowly pushes in and you throw your head back into the leather seat. Rafe doesn't take a second to adjust before pulling out and slamming back into you.

He sets a relentless pace, his motivation- that asshole back in the bar and loving the way you squirm beneath him. After a few moments, there is chatter outside the car, you panic but Rafe doesn't let up. Someone comes by the window to the car next to Rafe's. You can't hold back your moans and go to move your hand, but Rafe pins both of them over your head.

Rafe notices that familiar face to be Eric. He's nosy and moves over to the window to see what the faint noises are. Rafe stares at him through it and smirks wickedly.

"Wanna come, sweet girl?"

"Yes," you cry out and let out a loud moan signaling your end.

Rafe continues to fuck you through your orgasm, finding his own coming deep inside you, all while that dipshit from inside stands and watches like the creep Rafe knew he was.

tags + some moots 💗

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[moyazaika]

PRESQUE VU

♡ ⋮ yandere ‘boyfriend’ x gn reader

cw ☆ it’s going to hurt.

“i don’t blame you, babe.” his fingers are intrusive, but gentle, as he pries your mouth open. his thumb is calloused, and you can feel the rough skin pressing against the soft flesh of your bottom lip and pulling it down with a pinch. “happens to the best of us,” he says, not unkindly. “and besides, i’m here to take care of you, yeah?”

you give him a sorry excuse of a nod, and he smiles at you over his glasses. “i love that, i ever tell you? when you show me you understand me?” he sighs. “i fucking love it.”

you can see your reflection in the glasses. faint, but unbearably noticeable for every last line of desperation. look at you, nodding again; going yes—yes, i understand you.

do you, really?

“see? you’re so good to me.” beyond the image of yourself, you glimpse the twinkle of his approval (and consequently; your assured safety—at least for now) in his eyes. he only wears his glasses in the early mornings and evenings, when he hasn’t got his contacts in yet. and he wouldn’t right now, considering the two of you’d just woken up. “sometimes, i almost think i don’t deserve you.”

you think of something to say, almost immediately. think of the words so fast that you end up losing them—slipping somewhere just out of your reach.

ah, come on—!

you know they’re important. these words, they mean a lot. it’s imperative you recall them; if only so they can leave your lips.

“but then i think,” dawn’s sun is gentle, blurry glow soft through the bathroom window; hitting him so nicely, and bathing the best and worst of him in gold. “who better for me than you?” features you’ve memorised down to the last detail, your inclination to observe and remember vacillating between an obedience rooted in fear and a strange, beautiful sense of duty owed to what could only be an even stranger sort of love. “and who better for you than me?”

please come back. what were you going to say? it’s—it’s right there, you know it is and you just—what was it, again?

you need to remember. these are very important words that must be said—!

“and no matter how many times i ask myself these two questions,” his other hand, just as rough and warm, squeezes the rolled up toothpaste onto the wet, bent bristles of his toothbrush. it’s a fresh white with specks of bright blue. “the answer is always the exact same. and isn’t that absolutely beautiful?”

he carefully cradles your face with one hand, the other holding the toothbrush by its hilt—or is it called a handle? a body? these autonomous concepts are far beyond your understanding. you perceive even the most mundane object in the only way you know how which is only the one way you’ve been taught to live by.

(hurt.)

but that’s not what you were looking for. no, you’re losing yourself—going off track. you frown, dig deeper. it’s frustrating and you hate the feeling.

you were going to say something—you had to be careful of what you said; speak up only if you’d thought what you were going to say through very carefully—

and here was something you’d thought to waste your few precious words on; only to forget—!

“don’t get lost in your head, lovely.” you blink. look up to find him watching you expectantly.

you realise with a sinking feeling that you’ve been gone for longer than you’d managed to catch. you don’t let that happen too often, nowadays. and for good reason. you immediately make a mental note beneath his curious gaze not to let it happen again.

“there you are. hi, darling. i really hate when you leave me like that.”

you’ve learnt to be attentive and observant, attuned to his every desire—and truthfully, as he often asks you when his mouth is sucking on the sensitive skin of your neck; are they really that different to yours?

so when you notice that his eyes are focused on your lips, instinctively, you part them with a shuddering breath; stand right on your tippy toes and slide your palms up, up, up his body and right over his shoulders—

“oh,” you’re knocked off kilter when his chest, as warm and strong and unyielding as ever beneath your pliant hands, reverberates with unexpected low laughter. you take a step back, but you can see in the reflection of his glasses that he sees it as a stumble; the falter of shame at him having caught your hand in a metaphorical cookie jar. “oh, poor baby. i wasn’t—”

he straightens. catches his breath to wipe a tear from his eye. “oh, darling. you thought i was going to kiss you?”

you stammer, pathetically, hopelessly; only end up looking like even more of a fool when the uncertain edges of an excuse in the back of your mind fail to solidify into something sharper; something that would cut and sink and stay under his skin.

it’s not your fault. really—! you’re just trying to remember those words you’d lost a second ago—where did they go?

he watches with great, quiet amusement as the words continue to evade you, despite your best efforts. eventually, your jaw falls slack and the cat really has got your tongue and even though you know the cat is right around the corner you can’t—can’t quite reach it to get the words back—when they were only just here one second—

“hey. that’s alright.” he squeezes your cheeks together with one hand, and you forgo any last, sad attempt at trying to talk. “i know, baby. i got you. i get it. you understand me, and i understand you. that’s how this works. you don’t have to explain yourself.”

the words in your head are getting closer. clearer. you can feel it; are acutely aware of the fact that you’re on the brink of a breakthrough. monumental for yourself, to know what to say for today, but worth very little to him.

“i’m sorry for laughing. you’re just so cute. i promise i’ll give you a kiss after, okay? i’ll give you all of the kisses you want, darling.” you nod again, more desperate this time. you want him to think back on this morning and remember his glowing success at solidifying your obedience rather than your own spectacular failure at defying him. his grip loosens, hands slide down to your chin—a finger tapping against your jaw with expectation. “but only if you can go back to showing me you’re listening. makes sense?”

it’s very important that you show him you’re listening. very important not to lose yourself in your own head.

“alright, darling. be patient, okay? this is going to sting for a bit. might hurt you a little. so hold onto me if you need, but do not,” he smiles softly, “even think about pulling away. alright?”

the last time you’d lost yourself in your head had also been the first.

you remember, still, looking up at him through your lashes the same way you are now. though, then, you’d been crying. you could afford to do that, before—wave the markers of resistance around like a white flag. it should have been easy; you’d surrender physically—but you wouldn’t really be there mentally. thought that would make the violating ordeal easier to bear.

he’d caught on, of course. the minute your eyes glazed over and your jaw went slack. he hadn’t even pushed his fingers (still slick from your arousal) past your lips—he rolled his eyes. muttered something to himself and got up, instead. you chose not to come back just yet; fearing he’d just return any second now and try again.

from somewhere far away, you’d heard the whistle of the kettle; both at once a shrill scream and yet as silent as a whisper, over the sound of his restless pacing in the kitchen, and then the strangely quiet steps down the hall again.

“you want to zone out when i’m speaking to you, baby?” he’d cooed. pulled out your tongue, pinched between his thumb and forefinger—warm skin unbearably uncomfortable against the wet, squirming muscle that he yanked further out of your mouth. you were there, now, physically and mentally—because you’d seen the kettle in his hands.

“darling, if you think i’m going to just let you check out on me,” he flippantly spoke over your screaming and thrashing, his knee on your chest was painfully digging into your ribs. your body was shaking violently. his hands were as steady as his gaze. eyes trained on your mouth, just like now. “then you don’t know me at all, and that’s very disappointing. so i thought,” he said casually, lips curling into something sweet. “maybe i should show you exactly what sort of man i am. just so you know not to ignore me, again. just so you remember to pay attention.”

and when you screamed again, he’d silently tipped the spout of the kettle over, fingers loosely wrapped around the hilt—and down, down, down had the boiling water gone; spilling straight into your mouth and right onto your poor little tongue.

so today, on this slow morning where the sun hasn’t even risen yet and the stars are still out in the sky, you listen very closely to what he says.

he lines the toothbrush up against your teeth. “open your mouth for me, baby. a little wider.”

you obey.

“that’s perfect, love. come just a little closer, will you? tilt your head up.” he kisses your nose. “good job, baby. now stay still.”

he’s looking down at you through his glasses with a quiet intensity, focused entirely on the task at hand. he still looks golden in the light of the rising sun.

the warm hand holding your jaw in place is soft and his movements are careful as he moves the bristles of the brush over your every tooth with a gentle affection.

he is cleaning you, helping you heal when he takes the utmost care not to let the brush he wields touch your tongue for even the barest moment; the muscle is lying uselessly limp, slack and scarred in the cavern of your mouth—heavier now from the burden of an unspoken confession.

because the words that had been just out of reach have come back to you as quick as they’d first disappeared. in a second, you almost stumble beneath the weight of them; the burden of needing to blurt out what you’ve worked so very hard to get back; something you need to say because you looked for it and found it and you need to tell him. you need to speak. let it out—

say it—!

but you can’t.

so because you can’t quite speak again just yet, even though he does his best not to make it hurt for you any more, you look up and smile at him; sweet, eager, and bright.

his lips curl. you glimpse the approval in his gaze. let yourself feel safe, again, in his hold as he presses another kiss to your nose. “i got you, baby. don’t even need to use your words for me to understand you. i know you already. like i said, nobody better, yeah?”

you can’t tell whether he’s referring to you or himself, so you stay very still as he continues brushing your front teeth, positioning your head at different angles as he makes sure to get every tooth. spends extra time on your canines, you notice.

“we’re going to have such a beautiful day, darling. i think i’m going to love you very kindly today. want to show you that i can be nice, baby. how’s that sound, hm?”

and even though you can see in the reflection of his glasses that despite his careful efforts, your gums are bleeding from the bent bristles of the toothbrush, the blood having mixed with the toothpaste, now staining your teeth a soft, foamy pink; because you won’t quite be able to say it just now—

it’s all you can do to split your lips into a grin and hope he understands.

[arc-misadventures]

Beware The Bull

Jaune: (Sniff Sniff!) Hmmm...?

Coco: Is something wrong, Love?

Jaune: I smell... something...

Pyrrha: What do you mean?

Jaune: I am smelling something... It's like a blend of a dozen different spices, and floral scents all blended together. I'm smelling this mass of smells, but I can't pick out any single sent in all of it.

Pyrrha: Like walking through a store's perfume isle, you get overwhelmed with so many smells it hurts?

Jaune: I think that's mostly because of the chemicals used to make those interacting with one another. But, yeah, pretty much.

Coco: Maybe it has to do with the faunas.

Jaune: What makes you say that?

Coco: Because we got a pair of, Queen's, and a kitten walking towards you right now.

Jaune: What? Oh. Oh no...

Kali: Hello, Jaune~!

Sienna: Hello, Jaune.

Jaune: Hello, Mrs. Belladonna, Blake. And, hello, High Leader Khan. What can I do for you this day?

Kali: We would like to apologize to you.

Jaune: Apologize? Apologize for what?

Sienna: It's my fault, Kali, I should be the one to apologize to him, not you.

Kali: No, I should have informed them that, Jaune would prefer if he was left alone.

Jaune: Informed who?

Sienna: These people are under my command, I should have done something to reign them in; the fault lies with me, Kali

Kali: Not all of them are under your command though, Sienna.

Sienna: Yes, but you know we are seen as fanatics by the world, and you, and I both know that there is truth behind that statement.

Jaune: Fanatics? Okay, hold up! What's going on?

Blake: Allow me to explain: What my mother, and Sienna Khan are explaining: They are sorry because there is a mass of faunas woman, most likely a majority of them are no doubt members of the, White Fang, have arrived here today to see you.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Ehh...?

Sienna: The female members of the, White Fang learned about your existence, and after a power point, along with a bunch of pictures...

Jaune: Oh, so that's where, Nora got all that money from.

Sienna: So many of them have come here to see the, Dragon King, and...

Jaune: Seduce me?

Sienna: Yes...

Jaune: Oh gods...

Pyrrha: Here we go again.

Coco: Hey, hopefully we'll get another hot babe to share~!

Pyrrha: Only if they love, Jaune for who he is, now what he is!

Coco: Like, Glynda, and Sienna!

Pyrrha: Correct!

Sienna: W-W-What?!

Kali: OH~? You're odds are better than expect~!

Jaune: Please... All of you... Shut up...

Blake: What about me?

CP: ...

Coco: She's got a nice ass...

Pyrrha: Jaune's more into thighs, and boobs though.

Coco: True.

Blake: Ohhh...

Jaune: Can you all... Stop. Talking. Please?

CPB: Sorry...

Jaune: Haa... Okay, Can you two go see these, White Fang members, and try to at the very least, pardon the expression, put a leash on them before they go do something.... stupid.

Kali: I think that would be for the best.

Sienna: It is. Causing anguish to, Jaune is one thing, but to the staff of, Beacon Academy is another thing entirely.

Kali: We best make sure they do not cause any problems. The Vital Festival is fast approaching, Atlas, and their military will be coming here soon.

Sienna: Ironwood throwing a fit about the, White Fang is the last thing I want to deal with.

Jaune: Yes yes yes. Atlas has a stick up it's bum about the, White Fang... Enough! Get going, before...?! (Sniff... Sniff...?) Huw...?

Pyrrha: What is it, Jaune?

Coco: What is it boy! What do you smell?!

Jaune: Okay, no nookie for you.

Coco: What, why?!

Jaune: You acted like I was a bloodhound again.

Coco: Shit!

Pyrrha: But, what is it that you're smelling.

Jaune: It's a very strong smell; It smells like milk, beef, and... hormonal.

Coco: That's an oddly specific list of smells...

Kali: Milk?

Sienna: Beef?

Blake: And, hormonal?

KBS: Oh no...

Jaune: I take it by your reactions that you know someone that smells like that?

Blake: We do, and if it's who we think it is, things are about to get very... uncomfortable...

Jaune: Okay...? So, who is coming?

Blake: She's a cow faunas names...?!

: Hello, Blake~!

Blake: KHAAAA~?!

: Oh my~! You've certain gotten bigger; Both upstairs, and downstairs~!

Blake: EVE?! Get your hands off of me?!

Eve: I can't do that darling~! It's been years since I last saw you, so I need to do a goods inspection~!

Jaune: A cow faunas...

Coco: You smelt milk, and beef, and it turns out she's a cow faunas. That certainly explains things, but nonetheless; You smelt milk?

Pyrrha: I was confused when he said, hormonal, but...

Blake: NYAA~?!

Eve: Oh you still make the sweetest of sounds~!

Pyrrha: That... That certainly explains a lot...

Jaune: Can one of you...?

Sienna: Right, sorry...

Eve: Oh, I can't wait to tell, Adam I got to cope a feel of his 'beloved.' He'll be so...!? Hey?! Heyeheyhey?! Quit pulling my horn!

Sienna: Hello, Eve.

Eve: Oh... Hey, Sienna...

Sienna: I thought I told you to stay in, Menagerie? What the hell are you doing here?

Eve: I'll explain, but please let go of my horn!

Eve: Ahh~! That's better! Now then, we, my sisters of the, White Fang are here to pay homage to our new king, Jaune Arc the Dragon King~!

Sienna: Homage?

Eve: Yes, homage~!

Sienna: ...

Eve: ...

Eve: You don't believe me do you?

Sienna: No, because I know you, Eve.

Eve: Okay! We're here to seduce the guy, and have his adorable faunas kids!

Sienna: Of course...

Eve: What?! That's why you two are here! You want his kids, Sienna, and so do you, Kali!

Kali: I admit, I do find him to be quite the fetching, and respectable young man. If I wasn't married I wouldn't hesitate to throw my hat into the ring. I'd most certainly have better luck than my daughter...

Blake: Mom?!

Kali: But, my goal was to establish positive dialogue between the, Dragon King, and the people of Menagerie.

Sienna: And, I admit... I also find, Jaune quite fetching, and I wouldn't mind improving my relations between myself, and Jaune... But, my duty foremost is to the, White Fang. Not to my heart...

Sienna: So, I came here to talk to the, Dragon King, and establish positive relations between him, and the, White Fang. And, you coming here, bringing with you dozens of female members of the, White Fang here. All in the vain, let be know an extremely vain attempt to get into his pants has placed all of this in jeopardy!

Eve: Oh? Because, I'll stop from you getting into his pants~?

Sienna: No, because he finds someone like you to be off putting.

Eve: Oh? What's so off putting about my...

"BOING~!"

Eve: Assets~?

Jaune: The person they're attached to...

Eve: Hmm? Who said...? Oh? Hey~! Hello your majesty~! My name is, Eve Taurus~! The poster girl of the, White Fang~! It's a pleasure to meet you, your grace~!

Jaune: 'The poster girl for the, White Fang?'

Sienna: Self proclaimed, poster girl.

Jaune: Ahh... I thought you or, Kali would be the poster girl for the, White Fang because of their beauty, charm, and raw charisma.

Sienna: B-Beauty...?

Kali: Oh, I do wish I could throw my hat into the ring now~!

Blake: Mom?!

Jaune: But, I see you more as the pinup poster girl if anything else, based upon your character...

Eve: Oh? You see me as a pinup girl~? Would you like to join me in a photo shoot your grace~?

Jaune: Haa... I'm leaving now. I need to stop my mother from meeting all these hormonal faunas. I will see you ladies later.

Kali: Goodbye, Jaune~!

Blake: Mom?!

Sienna: Till later, Jaune.

Eve: I'll see you later love~!

Jaune: Oh. Eve?

Eve: Yes~?

Jaune: I know your proud of your assets. But, I've seen bigger, and better. And, she's a human~!

Eve: B-B-Bigger? And, better than mine?! And, she's a human?! How is that even possible, that a human can have better boobs than a literal cow faunas?!

Pyrrha: Human...? Oh he's talking about her!

Coco: Her?

Pyrrha: Oh you haven't met her yet. She's this sweet shy girl from, Vaccuo. She's interested in, Jaune, he's show interest in her too. Would you like to meet her? I was interested in offering her an invitation to join us~!

Coco: Damn girl~! You've gotten nasty since you I joined in on the fun~!

Pyrrha: No, you just showed me how fun it all is~!

Sienna: ...

Sienna: Well, way to go, Eve... You've set back all of my progress with establishing a healthy, and positive relationship with, Jaune in five minutes!

Eve: Oh, you know I didn't destabilize anything. You saw how he looks at you, I saw how his nosed flared. He likes you, he likes you a lot~!

Sienna: Shut up!

Kali: I don't know, Sienna it's pretty obvious to me you have a thing for the young man. Why, I bet if the two of us worked together, we would bed him within the day~!

Sienna: KALI?!

Kali: Ah-hahaha~!

Blake: Fuck... At this rate, my Mom's going to seduce, Jaune before I do...

Eve: MmmmHHH~! That's hot~!

Blake: Shut up, Eve...

[wihellib]

Reblogging this to add my kinda summarized opinions about Barbatos’ and Gamigin’s H scenes under the cut.

Barbatos

You nearly collapsed in the Hades palace, but Barbatos caught you, wearing an anxious expression you weren’t used to. He carries you into his rose garden, which is full of sunlight and vibrant colours unlike the rest of Hades. So, his kink is on full display here.

Barbatos sets you down in the middle of the garden and starts sniffing you all over, while waxing poetic about you. He waxes poetic about you the entire H scene. Lots of Sun and flower metaphors. Being showered with genuine compliments is very nice.

You are acting cold to him because of the whole poisoning situation. And I’m happy to see a bit of backbone from the MC that’s nonexistent when it comes to Leviathan. You question why he’s acting so into you when he tried to kill you and he implies that since he didn’t actually kill you it means he wasn’t trying to kill you (because you’d be dead if he truly tried).

Barbatos fingers you to climax, while encouraging you to cum as much as you want. He purposely removes his fingers so you squirt all over him and the grass. He thanks you for watering his garden.

He takes off his shirt (and we finally get to have an H scene where the guy has a shirtless sprite, since Barbatos already has a shirtless sprite for other reasons. It looks so much better, please give everyone a shirtless sprite for their H scenes, PB!)

Barbatos teases you for your cold words while at the same time looking at him with so much heat and compares you to Leviathan. He disrobes you and mouths at your chest, sucking and biting.

This is my favourite CG of all the H scenes. The proportions are good. The expressions are nice. The poses make sense. I think the roses in the background are pretty. I like the detail of the bite marks and other marks all over your upper body. Your hand griping his hair while one of his is suggestively at your crotch. Really, I just think it’s a very well done CG.

On a side note, I’m very surprised that they just had female MC’s nipple right out in the open in the CG. They usually try very hard to censor stuff like that and Barbatos could have easily just had one of his hands on top of it, but they didn’t do that. I just thought that was interesting.

You’re getting impatient with Barbatos’ teasing. He’s rubbing his tip at your entrance. He finally penetrates you when you say you forgive him. He jackhammers away at you and sucks at your chest. You release your grip on his hair and grab his horn. That gets him going even more. He uses flower and seed metaphors to imply he wants to impregnate you. Which was a very pleasant surprise for me.

You climax together, panting hard. You think about how you said you forgave him, but there still needs to be more of a discussion about it. Which is good, you’re showing some sensible post-nut clarity. After there’s good pillow talk. He starts smelling you again, but is upset that you don’t smell like the sun anymore. You laugh and reply that it makes sense since you smell like him now. Which makes him very happy. He praises and compliments you. It ends with him holding you while you sleep and reaffirming that he really wants to get you pregnant.

Very solid H scene, definitely in the top 3 for me.

Gamigin

Gamigin hugs you from behind to stop you from falling over. He can tell something’s missing from you and thinks you’re about to die. The Hades nobles start squabbling over who gets to help you, while the Tartaros nobles are off to the side already knowing it’s a lost cause.

Gamigin takes you to a shower room while they are distracted. He says it’s important for a patient to be clean, turning on the shower so the room fills with steam. Another H scene that has the guy’s kink front and centre.

You assume because of his innocent expressions and behaviour that Gamigin is not well versed in adult matters. But that is not true.

He drenches himself as he moves under the steam of water and he tells you to come to him. You’re completely overwhelmed by his presence, blocking out everything but him.

He recognizes your humanity and apologizes for being to eager with his ‘words’. The world comes back into focus for you. So, Gamigin seems to have some kind of mind control abilities.

Gamigin pulls us under the water with him, drenching us as well. He smoothly offers to help you out of your clothes so you don’t get sick. And you offer the same to him.

He pulls your shirt over your eyes so you can’t see and tells you to turn around. You bend over as he finishes taking off your and his clothes.

You realize he loves the sound of water hitting your naked body, so you turn the pressure up on the water.

The CG is okay. Lots of negative space. Just not as visually interesting as others.

He throws his head back in pleasure and you see his reverse scale on his neck. He muses that you caught him then penetrates you in a position lets him get deep.

He tells you about the open secret of him being a dragon, not a devil. You stutteringly tell him you’ll keep his secret, but Gamigin isn’t sure you will because you’re human. He covers your eyes again and says it would be better if you didn’t see it.

So, it turns out that canonically Gamigin has two dicks (Yes!!!) and he double penetrates you. I wish there was more prep and foreplay rather than him surprising you by just sticking it in.

He threatens you that if you don’t keep his secret then this is what’s going to happen from now on. You tell him you’ll keep his secret as long as he doesn’t stop right now.

Then, Gamigin wonders if he should cum inside you since he can get you pregnant unlike devils. And you enthusiastically want him to, pushing your butt back against him. Which is definitely not very smart since it would be a very bad idea to bring a baby into your current situation, but what do I know.

He, though, was ecstatic with your response and came inside you. He hugs you and looks contrite, wondering if you were scared. You ruffle his hair and tell him you’ll weren’t scared but you want him to trust you from now on. He smiles brightly.

Later on, he thinks happily about how you and him now share a secret.

I thought this H scene was fine but I was really hoping that Gamigin was going to be cutely submissive with you. Since he wasn’t, it was a bit of a let down for me. But I’m really glad it was confirmed he has two dicks. Overall, it’s middle of the pack in my personal ranking of H scenes.

Mammon was voted #1 in the Favourite H Scene poll here. Not really surprising. His H scene was quite good. Satan was 2nd and Foras was 3rd. I am surprised by Foras. I think there might be a bit of recency bias in this case.

Under the cut is my completely biased, quickly-written, kinda summarized opinions on each of the H scenes.

Satan

Satan staring at you without blinking while kissing and sleeping still throws me off.

I like that Satan reassures you that he’s doesn’t just like you because you’re the descendant of Solomon.

I don’t like hair pulling or strangulation, so not very fond of this scene, even though I like Satan a lot.

The CG is nice. I like how he’s grinning and the glow of his eyes.

Only features a little bit of spanking even though that’s his kink.

It’s mentioned that we’re feeling the pleasure that Satan’s feeling. This is done in several scenes. I’ve never liked it. It feels like a cop out.

The scene ends abruptly with you blacking out. I much prefer when there a bit of follow up/pillow talk afterwards.

Sitri

Sitri gives you tea to calm your nerves that makes your heart beat a lot faster and louder because of the caffeine… but I don’t think caffeine works to this extent, so creative liberty I guess.

His kink, hearing heartbeats, features prominently in this scene. Keeping his head near your chest, mouth on your chest, feeling your heartbeat through your intimate connection, and moving in time with your heartbeat.

You’re feeling turned on because he’s turned on, similar to Satan’s scene, still not a fan.

You feel more aroused as your heart beats faster and you think it might explode… I don’t see what’s arousing about that.

CG was good again. I liked that he’s showing a lot more emotion than his normal sprite usually does.

He calls you Solomon throughout, which is annoying, but does call you by your real name at the very end (the only time he’s done so).

Some pillow talk at the end which is nice.

Zagan

Zagan blushes and turns away when he sees your naked body, which is cute.

He’s quiet like usual, but does speak when you ask him why he wanted to help you, and says he wanted to do it with you and give you devils energy, while blushing. Very cute.

You get to take a bit more of a lead, be a bit more assertive, in this one, you’re not just manhandled around, which is refreshing.

I like that he seems to have a praise kink.

He tries to increase his muscle use, get a better workout, increase movement, which is his kink, which arouses him more, which arouses you. Fine whatever.

The CG is fine. Your foot looks wonky with its finger-like toes but Zagan looks good.

Some pillow talk again. Zagan has been mostly silent, but does say it was a good workout and he wants to do it again at the end.

Leraye

Leraye is completely overwhelmed by pleasure from hearing thunder, which is his kink. He basically tackles you onto the bed and glues himself on top of you.

I’m pretty sure this is the first time one of them play with your genitals during foreplay.

You are getting aroused from the thunder too, so we’re keeping the trend of whatever the guy likes you also like inexplicably.

MC comments he’s more like a growling wolf and not his golden retriever self.

I really like this CG. He’s completely on top of you, pressing you down on your stomach, while covering your eyes and biting your neck. His presence is overwhelming.

The thunder goes away and Leraye comes back to his senses. He’s so happy that it wasn’t a dream, smiling, lays down next to you, wishes you good dreams and kisses your forehead. I very much like this wind-down to the scene.

Paimon

We go to Paimon’s room instead of ours for this scene, which is a nice change of pace. His room is full of mirrors, which feature heavily in this scene. His kink, which is blood, isn’t included at all.

We’re also not naked right at the very start, which I much prefer. I like the undressing phase.

Paimon rubs your genitals and forces you to look at what he’s doing to you in the mirror, which he continues throughout the scene. I was surprised how dominant Paimon was in this scene, but I wasn’t against it.

Paimon says he loves pretty things and looking at pretty things from multiple angles. He says that you’re pretty and a devilish human.

He makes you brace your hands against a wall mirror and stuffs your shirt in your mouth.

The CG is good. For the first time we are shown a different angle than us on a bed. Paimon’s face seems a little off to me, but overall it’s good.

Paimon throws the mirror on the ground, so you’re forced to look at a different, more revealing angle.

Just a little bit of pillow talk. Paimon kisses us and tell us to come him when we want to play more.

Mammon

Back in Minhyeok’s room unfortunately. Mammon comes out swinging by immediately commenting on how skilled we look in accepting devil’s energy.

Mammon says that it was obvious since he first met you that he had to have you, but he also realized that he would just be one of many that would try that tactic. So, he decided to do something he’s never done before and let you have him. You will be his first master. He also reveals that he wasn’t as close to Solomon as the other Kings. You ask if he only likes you because you’re the descendant of Solomon and he replies that he just fell in love with you at first sight. This affection is clear throughout this scene, which increases its rank a lot for me.

Mammon’s kink is all about bottoms, and this scene reflects that. You’re both grabbing each other’s butts and getting more aroused.

Mammon picks you up and holds yours buttcheeks open while you wrap your arms around his neck. I like that Mammon is showing off his strength here.

I do wish that they had spent some time on Mammon using his fingers or tongue to prep you to take him. He is very large, evident by the fact that your first thought when he entered you was, ‘I am going to die’, so it would have been nice to see him care about making sure he doesn’t hurt you. He does hold himself still at first to let you adjust, but I still would have liked some prep beforehand.

The CG is good. No complaints.

Mammon flips you around, so you’re in a standing 69 position, showing off his strength again, and you give each other oral.

Longer pillow talk. He lays you on top of him, it was very nice.

Bimet

Bimet changes his tune about you real quick when Mammon declares you to be his master. He kneels before you and informs you that you became the being that arouses him the most with that declaration. He cannot covet Mammon, but now he can covet you, the only one who owns Mammon, and he is ecstatic about that. He wants to serve you. Bimet’s kink is wealthy people and you’re the wealthiest of all.

I do not like Bimet and I do not like his reasons for favouring you. It is shallow and fragile. He would be back to contempt for you the moment Mammon lost interest. I’m not a big fan of this H scene simply because I don’t like Bimet.

He licks your toes, which no thank you. He does oral on you and puts his conniving tongue to good use.

CG is good. I like how wet his mouth is because of you.

Some pillow talk. He gives you the first thing he truly owned himself, a coin from Solomon, and tells you to give it back to him if you choose him. I would have preferred if the first thing he owned wasn’t from Solomon.

Belial

You go to wrap your naked body in a blanket like you usually do, but Belial stops you and says you’ll end up taking it off anyways. The immediate assertiveness was surprising but interesting.

Because of his throat injury, Belial talks very little and Jjyu is not there to help him, so he communicates with you by writing on your naked body, which is his kink. It is a very good, intimate solution. He writes lots all over your body while fingering you.

You are against the wall, facing Belial, while he penetrates and writes adorations on you.

The CG shows that everything he’s written is glowing red on you. It’s a nice picture, but I could have done without him licking your armpit. I think I would have preferred a kiss in the lips instead.

Some pillow talk, you fall asleep with him inside of you.

Valefor

We have moved on from Minhyeok’s room, which is great. I felt it was much too restrictive, and caused repetitiveness.

Valefor reassures you and you tell him he is kind and reminds you of Mammon, which he approves of. When you see that he likes it, you lean more into the comparisons. Valefor is turned on by being compared to Mammon because he respects him greatly. You talk about Mammon a lot, but I wish it was a bit less, because this is supposed to be Valefor’s moment, not Mammon’s. His kink is supposed to be hearing explicit narratives, so I don’t think this really relates to it.

Valefor praises you for how well you know how to please a devil. And tells you to run away if you want to only know him as the kind relaxed Valefor.

Then we start going into exhibitionism territory, with him leading you to the closed door, where Bimet is just outside keeping watch. This is also not his kink.

Bimet leaves to check something, so Valefor increases the risk factor and opens the door while you’re both naked and penetrates you.

The CG is fine. The way you and he are positioned are a bit odd. It’s hard to tell whose body part is whose.

Valefor basically taunts you asking where Bimet is, then puts you in an even more embarrassing position.

Some pillow talk. He lifts you up, kisses your forehead, and you admire his chest.

Leviathan

Levi decides to give you devil energy even though he doesn’t like you. He hangs you and insults Minhyeok in an effort to make you mad so you hurt him, which will arouse him. So that’s what happens.

The CG is my least favourite of all of them. You start stomping on his lap and dick. Your toes are oddly long again and you have an oddly muscled thigh. Levi is not even naked. This is the only CG that doesn’t take place during some sort of penetration.

You straddle him and start strangling him and enough clothes have been taken off at this point that he penetrates you.

Then you kissed him for so long that you were both feeling oxygen deprived. He is in awe that you showed him there’s another way to suffocate. He thinks you’re talented. Only very little pillow talk.

I don’t like Levi. The way he acts and talks to you. I don’t like it at all. I also don’t like breath control, his kink, or anything to do with strangulation/choking, or beating people up. So this H scene was not for me at all.

Glasyalabolas

Glasy’s kink is necrophilia, and they include his kink in the H scene by making you as limp as a corpse after kissing him. Oh boy. I’m not fond of Glasy and I don’t like the idea of not being in control of yourself and unable to move at all. So this scene ranks very low for me.

He licks your toes, not a fan. He plays with your chest and nipples. He spreads you open and just stares, then performs oral on you, while keeping you spread open.

He makes your limp hand jerk him off, then uses your slack mouth. This is the second time you performed oral on a demon. This is what the CG shows, though I would have preferred if they picked something else.

Then he manhandles you into position to penetrate you. He cums inside you. Then he moves to your throat again and comes there too. This is the first time the guy has come twice in an H scene.

There is pillow talk. He wraps you in his cape, holds you and kisses you as the limpness wears off. He tells you he’ll fetch you when you die, but it’s good you’re alive now.

Foras

You realize you need devils energy, but none are around you right now, so you start masturbating. You hear the door open, but don’t see anyone. Foras is invisible, which plays into his kink.

He starts playing with your genitals while invisible. You realize who he is and call out to him, but he ignores you.

Finally he tells you to take off your clothes, pose embarrassingly, and just sit there in silence while he watches while still invisible. The dominance he’s displaying is unexpected, but fine.

Foras puts his dick near your mouth and you suck him off.

He penetrates you, again while all the while being invisible, so it looks like you’re being fucked by a ghost.

The CG could be better. His expression looks a little wonky and you’re clothed in it even though you’re supposed to be naked.

Foras informs you that he was there for every H scene. He really liked that you never noticed him.

He doesn’t let you see him afterwards, which I think he should have. He gets your permission to keep watching you having sex. Then he inexplicably cums on your face after you fall asleep. No thank you sir. And for some reason you don’t even comment on it after you wake up.

Overall

I liked Leraye, Mammon, Belial, Zagan, Paimon, and Valefor H Scenes the most.

[deathofacupid]

a/n: in no way is use of "bimbo" meant to be a patriarchal stereotype. please do not take it offensively, this is a work of fiction.

gojo x bimbo!reader. gojo lives for your bimbo energy. he's a chaos god in his own right, so your shared love of all things sparkly, frivolous, and utterly extra is a match made in heaven. he showers you with designer everything, not just because he's rich, but because he genuinely enjoys seeing you light up over a new lip gloss or a ridiculously fluffy keychain. he'll even indulge your more… interesting fashion choices, like that time you decided to bedazzle his sunglasses. he secretly thought they looked better that way. and when you get all flustered and confused trying to explain something, he finds it absolutely adorable. he'll tease you relentlessly, of course, but it's all in good fun. he's got a whole folder of pictures of you making silly faces.

geto x bimbo!reader. geto and you are the ultimate self-care duo. face masks, bubble baths, the latest celebrity gossip magazines – you're both obsessed. he genuinely enjoys the pampering just as much as you do. he'll even help you pick out the perfect shade of nail polish, offering surprisingly insightful opinions. your girly nights are legendary, filled with laughter, whispered secrets, and an endless supply of snacks. he appreciates your positive energy and how you always manage to find the silver lining, even when things get tough. plus, he's not going to lie, seeing you look absolutely stunning always makes his heart skip a beat.

nanami x bimbo!reader. nanami, the epitome of logic and reason, is utterly charmed by your… unique way of thinking. he finds your questions baffling sometimes, but he never dismisses them. he patiently explains complex concepts, breaking them down into bite-sized pieces until you (sort of) understand. he's secretly fascinated by how your brain works, or rather, how it doesn't work in the way he expects. he'd never admit it, but he finds your naiveté refreshing. and that little furrow in your brow when you're concentrating? absolutely melts him.

choso x bimbo!reader. you and choso are two peas in a pod, blissfully unaware of… well, most things. you share a profound connection based on mutual confusion and a love of all things cute and cuddly. you spend your days making flower crowns, trying (and failing) to bake elaborate cakes, and having deep conversations about the meaning of life (which usually devolve into giggling fits). he's your biggest cheerleader, always hyping you up, even when you've just tripped over your own feet for the fifth time. together, you navigate the world with a combination of optimism and sheer dumb luck, somehow always landing on your feet.

toji x bimbo!reader. toji is completely baffled by you. he can't understand how someone can be so… oblivious. but your cluelessness is also strangely endearing. he'd never admit it, but he finds your reactions when you're confused hilarious. he'll watch you struggle with something simple for a while before finally taking pity and helping you out, all while trying to maintain his grumpy facade. he's also strangely protective of you, even though he'd probably deny it if asked. and he definitely, definitely wouldn't admit that he secretly finds your "pink puppy" look adorable.

sukuna x bimbo!reader. sukuna, the king of curses, has become your personal dress-up dummy. you have an endless supply of bows, ribbons, and other sparkly accessories, and he's your favorite subject. he tolerates it (mostly) because, well, you're surprisingly persistent, and he finds your enthusiasm nice. he might even find a tiny bit of amusement in it. he'd never admit that he secretly enjoys the attention. he just rolls his eyes and lets you have your fun, knowing that eventually, you'll get bored and move on to something else. he's learned to strategically place things so that the bows don't actually impede his movements too much.

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

HEAR ME OUTTTTT:

Mc who has no fear (Mc calling Barbatos cute).

I need to see his and the other's eaction PUHLEASEEEEEEEEE

You can do this however you like!! (Just please include the part of where mc calls Barbatos cute and the other's reactionnnnnnnn)

I'm hearing you out! Loud and clear! >:)))

Enjoy!

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The grand dining hall in the Demon Lord’s Castle, where tea time is in full swing. The atmosphere is unusually calm...

Diavolo: cheerfully pouring tea into everyone's cups Ah, tea time! It’s always so nice to gather like this and just enjoy some peace.

Lucifer: grumbling, trying to maintain his composure I can think of better ways to spend my time, but of course, Diavolo insisted so I had no choice...

Mammon: eyeing the teapot suspiciously It's a bit too proper for my taste. Where's the beer?

Leviathan: mumbling, eyes glued to his phone Seriously, I can’t even play my game with all this “classy” nonsense happening... Ughhh I just wanna dig myself a hole and die in it!!!!! This is sooo awkwaarddddd

Asmodeus: beaming Oh, but look at Barbatos! His tea setup is always sooo perfect. He makes it look effortless, like everything he touches turns to gold. glances over at Barbatos with a fond smile

Barbatos: gracefully pouring tea for everyone, a quiet, unshakable calm radiating from him It’s always a pleasure to serve.

MC: sips their tea, looking at Barbatos with an amused expression You know, Barbatos... you’re kinda cute.

Barbatos: mid-pour, freezes for a split second, eyes widening slightly …Pardon?

Lucifer: immediately chokes on his tea, sputtering

Mammon: slams his hands on the table WAIT, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!

Leviathan: eyes bulging DID YOU JUST CALL BARBATOS CUTE?!

Asmodeus: leaning forward, eyes gleaming Oh my... MC. You did not. You actually did!! This is soo juicyy~

Satan: staring in disbelief That... is not something I thought I’d ever hear in my lifetime.

Beelzebub: pauses mid-bite, blinking What did I just hear?

Belphegor: raises an eyebrow, half-awake Did I hear that right? MC just called Barbatos cute?

Diavolo: laughing uncontrollably, holding his stomach This is absolutely priceless. I don’t think anyone has ever dared to call Barbatos cute!

Barbatos: composes himself, smiling as always, but there’s a small hint of confusion in his eyes Well… that is certainly a new way to describe me. his voice softens a little I’m flattered, I suppose.

MC: grinning, clearly unfazed What? You’ve got this whole “too perfect” thing going on. Calm, polite, always in control… It’s honestly kind of adorable.

Lucifer: facepalming MC, please. You can’t just say things like that.

Mammon: panicking Are you trying to get yourself killed?! Do you even know what he can do to you? He could destroy you with a thought!

Leviathan: clutching his phone, wide-eyed Dude. You just signed your own death certificate. You called Barbatos cute. He probably already knows at least fifty ways to make you regret that.

Asmodeus: laughing so hard he almost spills his tea I can’t breathe, this is amazing. I’m living for this moment right now.

Satan: smirking I think this might be the first time anyone has ever thrown Barbatos off his game.

Beelzebub: still eating So… do they get a free pass for calling Barbatos cute, or is that a one-way ticket to the afterlife?

Belphegor: grinning I’m pretty sure MC just gave Barbatos a mini heart attack.

Diavolo: wiping a tear from his eye from laughing This is honestly the best thing I’ve heard all week. I never thought I’d hear that.

Barbatos: gently places his cup down, eyes softening, though his voice remains calm I see. Well, I suppose I can take that as a compliment, then. pauses, then adds with a slightly teasing smile You certainly are bold, MC.

MC: leaning back, completely unfazed You should know by now, Barbatos. I’ve got a lot of charm.

Lucifer: rubbing his temples Oh no, this is going to be a nightmare.

Mammon: still flailing Does anyone else think that Barbatos is gonna get revenge for this? Like, in fifty different ways?!

Leviathan: whispering I swear, this could be the start of something dangerous...

MC: grinning widely Let’s see if he’s cute enough to let me live, huh?

Barbatos: smiling, though there’s a hint of amusement in his eyes Well, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait and see. gives them a wink But I do appreciate your boldness, MC.

Diavolo: laughing, wiping his eyes You really do keep things interesting around here, MC. I’m actually impressed!

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The End…? (Or maybe just the beginning of MC’s new favorite hobby: calling Barbatos cute and seeing how far they can push it.)

[gingernut1314]

Hey! Please feel free to ignore the request if it doesn't inspire you, but i was wondering if you could write something with a reader who is dating luffy. She is a little insecure ( perhaps a plus sized reader or just not super comfortable in their body reader) when encountering Boa Hancock. But here is the twist, Boa is obsessed with both reader and luffy and wants to be with both of them. I thought it would be a fun twist on a prompt I've seen a lot.

Thank you, and I hope you are having a good day!

We Belong Together

Content: Luffy x gn!reader x Boa Hancock, feelings of jealousy, feelings of insecurity, Hancock obsessing over reader and Luffy, expressing feelings, denying feelings, enemies to....what the hell??, second half takes place during time skip (no real spoilers besides Silvers Rayleigh mentioned)

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: Sorry this took so long 😅 buuutt here it is!! I had too much fun with this! I wasn't sure if you wanted reader to be like--down with dating Hancock too so I didn't add that but I would be willing to do another, shorter part 2 if that's something you would like to read! Again this was too fun to mess around with! I hope you enjoy!!

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Boa Hancock. 

The name set every nerve within you on fire.

Why? Well, it was simple really. 

She was beautiful. Otherworldly so. Beautiful and thin and tall and powerful. Men drooled over her and she had the ability to turn them to stone for it. Turn them to stone before the drool even began to dry on their chins. 

You could possibly get over your jealousy and insecurities around her, you had with the members of your own crew, had it not been for one simple fact.

She was in love with Luffy. 

Luffy who you were dating. 

She was so insanely obsessed with Luffy that she believed they were going to get married. 

At first she had been venomous towards you like the snake she was. A venom you were quick to spit right back. But recently that venom was lessened. 

It started out small. She wouldn’t stare stony daggers at you. Wouldn’t try to belittle you and keep you far from Luffy. In fact, she had begun making sure you could be with Luffy as much as you wanted. 

Then it turned into honey-dripped compliments, blushing cheeks, and bashful behavior when around you. She had even begun to serve you food. Something she had only ever done for Luffy. 

It was strange. You trusted nothing she gave you, whether verbal or physical. 

“She’s up to something.” You confined to Luffy one night as you two walked through the Kuja village. The occasional warrior would greet you both warmly as you passed. “She is being too--” You struggled for a moment to find the right word to describe just how she had been treating you, “Too nice to me.” 

Luffy stared at you for a long moment…a moment he took to either think over what you were saying or think over just how hungry he must be growing. Either could be entirely possible, but before you could prompt him to say something, he did.  

“...Okay.” Just that? That’s all he had to say about this situation? 

“It’s not okay!” You huffed, “She hates my guts. The only reason she hasn’t killed me yet is because it would displease you.” 

“Maybe she wants to be your friend now.” Luffy suggested with a shrug. “She’s cool.” You tried not to let your envy get the better of you at Luffy’s words. Tried not to let your mind work and work on it…

But what if he loved her back? What if he loved her more than you? She was beautiful--fit and you just--you weren’t. What if Luffy wanted that over you?

No. No you knew that wasn’t true. Would never be true. Hancock was a friend in Luffy’s eyes, nothing more. 

“Hancock doesn’t have friends. She has allies and she has enemies.” You continued to disagree with your captain. “I am currently enemy number one on this island to her because she wants to have you all to herself.” 

“Maybe…but she told me she wishes you could get closer.” You blinked at his words. Closer? What did that mean? 

She wants to get closer so she can lower your guard. So that she can turn you to stone like those idiots who drool all over her like dogs. 

No. Never. You were her number one enemy and she was yours. You were determined to keep it that way. 

Luffy grabbed hold of your hand then, his warm skin pulling you instantly from your spiraling thoughts. “Quick! I smell meat grilling!” And he sharply pulled you through the village. 

“So…you’ll be staying with us till Luffy gets back?” Hancock asked all too timidly after she had returned from dropping Luffy and the Dark Knight himself off on Rusukaina Island. You had stayed behind on the island, watching as they had sailed away. Had stayed on the cliff side feeling all too lost without Luffy by your side. Hadn’t moved till the Snake Princess’ voice sounded in your ears. 

“Don’t worry. I’m going to stay in the village far away from you.” You spoke, finally pulling yourself together enough to turn and head back inland. 

“Oh but…I have made up a room for you within my castle.” You shot her a bewildered look, finding the woman was keeping her eyes downcast. Finding she was blushing like it was Luffy who was paying attention to her. “But, of course, if you truly wish stay in the village I can have a house readied--”

“Stop.” You snapped, halting your steps to face the princess. She turned her blue eyes up to look at you shyly. Look at you in a way that makes you feel--not how you wanted to feel when being looked at by the woman. “What is wrong with you?” Hancock’s perfectly groomed brows furrowed in confusion.

“I--do not know what you mean.” You crossed the small distance between you two to stare jaggedly up at the annoyingly tall woman. A woman whose breath hitched at the closeness. 

“You have to be up to something, right? You’re trying to get me to lower my guard enough so you can swoop in and finally get rid of me. So you can have Luffy all to yourself.” You demanded, not letting up your boiling glare. A glare she only seemed to grow more and more flustered under. “Right? Tell me I’m right.” 

“N-No. I--no. You love Luffy.” You--blinked. Was all this just--her acting defeated? 

“I--yeah. So?” You didn’t dare let the bite in your voice lessen. Hancock fiddled with her fingers, again those shimmering eyes downward. 

“And…I love Luffy.” Anger spiked in your chest so fast it was painful. 

“No. You don’t.” Hancock met your gaze then. Met it with that burning intensity and stubbornness you hadn’t seen directed at you in a while, but it was an all too familiar gaze. One that had your muscles tensing, readying for an attack. 

“Of course I do. But…” She hesitated, eyes going wide as if she was remembering who she was talking to. A hesitation you only grew irritated at. 

“But? What? Spit it out.” Hancock seemed to whimper at your tone. A pitiful thing--like some scared child who was getting punished by their parents. 

“But I--I love you too.” She got out on a rushed bit of air, cheeks turning so red they almost blended into her hardly covering outfit. 

You--didn’t know what to say. What to even think. All you could do was stand there, mouth a gap as you stared up at the princess in complete and utter shock.

“Uh--you--what?” Hancock nodded smally. 

“Yes. It’s true. I thought I despised you. Thought you were stealing Luffy from me when--when really he is for both of us. Just as I am for both of you. And you for both Luffy and I.” She explained. An explanation that did nothing but hurt your brain. “We three--we belong together. I love you both.” 

“AH--stop. Oh gods please stop.” You plead. “You can’t--you don’t love me, Hancock. You’re confused.” Before you could even stop talking, Hancock was gasping sharply, a delicate hand shooting upward to cover her mouth. 

“You--you said my name.” Again you stood there all too confused. 

“I--yeah. Want me to call you something else.” Hancock was on the verge of tears, she looked so happy.

“You can call me anything you like, my love.” 

“Oh gods.” You moaned, turning on your heels to start marching quickly to the village.

No, no, no. There was no way this was happening. How the hell did she even get that in her mind? That you three were meant to be together? 

She was more delusional than you had originally thought.

“Oh! Wait for me, dear!” Hancock called, the sound of quickened footsteps following after you. “Shall we talk about plans for our wedding now or should we wait for Luffy to return?” She asked, slowly once at your side to match your steps. “Yes. Yes, you're right. We should wait.”

This was going to be a very, very long two years.

[chamomiletealeaf]

Just thinking about price with daddy kink, who didn’t mention it because he didn’t wanna scare you off yk? But then you call him daddy during adult sexy fun time. I’m sorry I’m a degenerate :(

The way this was asked 7 months ago omg I'm so sorry for how late this response is 😭 but I love this idea so much.

Warnings: daddy kink, dacryphilia, face slapping, dom! Price, sub! reader, slight mention of choking, finger sucking, mating press

Your knees were pressed to your chest, tears streaming down your cheeks from pleasure while Price fucked you into next year. The perks of being with an older man was that he knew how to fuck and how to do it well. He knew everything you liked and just how to do it. You however, thought you knew everything he liked: watching you cry tears of pleasure, watching you squirt, choking you, eating you out, giving you the best aftercare, etc. But he hid the BIGGEST daddy kink from you.

He didn't think you would be into it since you never mentioned it, so he never brought it up. When he was deployed he would jerk off to the thought of you calling him daddy while he gripped your jaw and told you how well you were taking daddy's cock.

But he had you here now, under him folded in half. Your cheeks wet and hot with tears and from being slapped by John when you didn't beg loud enough for him to hear.

"C'mon louder sweetheart, beg for it, beg me to make you cum." He cooed at you, hand returning to grip your jaw after giving your cheek a slap.

You were so cock drunk and needy to cum you didn't even think before you babbled.

"Please daddy, fuck me." You pleaded and whined, not realizing what you said until John abruptly halted his movements with a growl. Something snapped in him finally hearing you say what he's always wanted to hear.

He maneuvered you so your legs hooked around his thighs as he moved up onto his knees and pressed his weight down on you, moving you into a mating press. He leaned down into your ear to whisper to you, one hand on the headboard and the other around you jaw before pounding you so good you saw stars.

"Say that again." He growled even deeper and grittier this time, making your pussy clench and flutter around him.

"D-daddy- please- fuck me" You whimpered.

"Fuckkk" was all he said before picking up his pace, hand never leaving your jaw. He placed his forehead against yours and muttered out mindless phrases to you as the headboard banged against the wall.

"Cum for me sweetheart. Cum for daddy. Been dying to hear you say that for so long. Such a good girl listening to daddy so well. Cunt's fluttering nice and pretty around my cock. Gonna cum so deep in you like you deserve. Daddy's gonna make you cum so fuckin' good darlin'. Open your mouth, want you to cum sucking on daddy's fingers."

You opened your mouth, vision blurry from all the tears spilling out of your eyes and down your cheeks.

"Yeah that's it, go on cum for me baby, thaaat's it, ooh fuck that's a good one I can feel you pulsing around me so good. Yeah look at me sweetheart. Nod your head for me like this. Oooh yeah that's it darling. Aww look so pretty cryin' for daddy." He says condescendingly, laughing breathily while simultaneously mocking and praising you through your orgasm.

"Fuck gonna cum. Cunt's fuckin' squeezing me." He grunts.

"Cum in me daddy." You moan, and that's all it took.

He moans loudly while he empties himself into you, making you whine from overstimulation from the feeling of his cum and his throbbing cock inside you.

"Fuck sweetheart. C'mere." He says before kissing you sweetly.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You ask.

"Tell you what doll?" He responds.

"That you wanted me to call you daddy." You say with a shy giggle.

"Oh- I just- didn't think you'd be into it." He said with a laugh.

You lean in to kiss him again.

"John I've been holding it back thinking you wouldn't be into it."

"Well then darlin' we need to work on communicating better." He says with a laugh before snuggling you to sleep.

[acexsmhking]

toby biting/marking kink............. o_O!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Biting Kink x Toby!

Warning(s): 18+ content, sexual content, explanations of Odaxelagnia, mentions of blood, mentions of salvia, brief descriptions of cannibalism

note: Killzy pookie you always know what to give me for a nice relaxing day, LMAO

Straight up no other ways, Toby loves biting. And it’s not even just a love, it’s something does on a 24hr basis. He just loves biting, especially people

He loves how flesh yields to his teeth, the taste and irony smell of blood. It gets his blood hot and pumping. It’s something he so utterly craves. Eating people is his main source of protein, it hits the spot others don’t

He loves that certain look in people’s eyes when they realize why he’s killing them. It’s not just for fun, it’s not anger, not even just morbid curiosity. He’s going to eat them.

They’re prey.

And when they realize that? It changes the ball park completely. They start fighting harder, start becoming more scared, more desperate.

It’s exhilarating.

He doesn’t have to eat them… he’s a fine enough hunter.. but eating people? It’s almost intimate, so taboo and forbidden that it just tastes better

And it definitely carries over to his actual sex life

Toby bites on you already pretty regularly through-out the day, especially when he might be feeling particularly stressed or anxious. Holding onto the fat of your bicep while playing with the fat on your stomach/thighs calms him almost immediately

So when you’re both having sex? Yeah he’s biting the shit out of you

Toby won’t just choke you with his hands, he’ll choke you with mouth. Sinking his jaws into your delicate neck and holding you there. Just like that.

It adds a difference between the two choking, while hand choking is usually more controlled and spread across an area. Toby’s teeth in right to your pipe, holding the firm muscle

And when he makes you bleed? Pinching your skin hard enough that pebbles or dripping of blood fall like pretty pearls?

Oh he’s delighted.

He’s lapping at the blood, sucking the wound to draw more and more of it. You are almost 100% positive Toby was a vampire in his past life

Biting him back though? Oh please do. Toby would cut his own flesh open if you said you wanted to taste him. For him it’s everything

Even just biting his arm absentmindedly, completely focused on something else but just wanting him close? He’s starting to feel his blood pumping

Loves when you teasingly nip at his navel and pelvis when sucking his cock, so obediently between his leg, worshipping him. And giving him pretty marks to show for it<3

Toby loves when after a night of passion, the night morning you proudly show off the marks

Whether or not someone is even there to see them, the mere fact that you are proud to be his and wish to show it off already has him bending you over, teeth right back on you

Not to mention when he gets his hands on your used undies? Sniffing and chewing the material to get as much from it as he can, desperately pumping his cock

He loves cumming on them too, smearing his seed all over them just to lazily through them back in your hamper. Hoping it stains them permanently

Not to mention little quickies. You pull your undies down ever so slightly as he jerks his cock to you. Tip rubbing against the small exposed bits of your clit/tip both of you staining your undies

Cumming all over your mound and genitalia, just to pull the fabric back up and give you a kiss before he goes on his way

[lightlycareless]

Naoya as our bully ?🤭

If you can, can you write something about it with dubcon and all those things

( feel free to ignore if you don’t like it ❤️)

Hello!!

Heheheh bully naoya is most likely to happen if I were to be realistic; however, I do not think it'll be as sweet as we would've liked—but that's ok, it's good to explore other things :)))

warnings: non-con; it's not explicit but it is implied so proceed with caution. minors DNI. I know you asked for dub-con but wow I just let my imagination go I am sorry I still hope you like it though 🥹 also, naoya is a prick. but that's expected. minimal proofreading, excuse the weirdness.

Happy reading!!

Naoya being your bully is, hands down, the worst thing that could’ve happened to you.

Or more likely the precursor of the most horrific thing you’d ever suffer.

Your expectations for Jujutsu High were big—and for good reason, for everyone around you made sure you’d always look to your first day at school as the biggest, most important thing to happen in your life and career. You were to obtain the first glimpse of this amazing society you were part of, how could you not be thrilled?

But perhaps what enthralled you the most was the possibility of meeting the love of your life, after all, you were a hopeless romantic at heart.

Sure, it was somewhat of a selfish, if not baseless goal when compared to your duty… but there was no harm in dreaming, right?

And as if God had willed it, you’d soon catch the attention of someone in particular not so long after your arrival.

Unfortunately, not the type you desire.

The other thing you’d quickly come to learn about as days went by were the rumors and gossip surrounding your fellow classmates; just about the usual information you’d need to survive—who’s the popular one, who to go to when struggling with schoolwork—but primarily, who to avoid.

Naoya, the heir of the Zen’in, as on top of that list, though you were already aware of such cautions since his reputation… precedes him. Thus, it didn’t make it hard for you to simply walk the other way whenever stumbling in his path.

Not that it was any difficult, since he always seemed to be entertained by other things, other girls. And since you never considered yourself comparable to them, it was safe to say that you remained under the radar.

Until the day you didn’t.

Your efforts thrown out the window when accidentally bumping into him, a seemingly innocent act that transpired in the hallways, when you were in a rush, anxious to arrive to your next class on time that you barely had taken a sip of your drink—the weapon that perpetrated your transgression, soiling his pristine uniform.

To you, the beginning of your nightmare.

To Naoya, the moment he was waiting for.

“I’m so sorry, I—I didn’t mean to do that!” you fret, hands trembling as you frantically looked for a way to clean up your mistake. “I’m so so so sorry, please, let me pay for the cleaning service, or I can—I think I can even get you another one—”

“Do you know the level of stupidity you’ve committed?!” Naoya would belittle, cornering you into feeling worse than you already were.

“I—I didn’t mean to.” You cry, shaking your head. Seems that the rumors were true regarding his personality were true after all, if not worse. “It’s just that I—I was in a rush, and you came out of no—”

“Ah, so now you’re blaming me? Is that it?”

“No—No, it was an accident! I really didn’t mean it, I swear!”

“Then you better show me how regretful you really are if you don’t want me to take this to the higher ups.” He threatens, and while a part of you doubts this incident is worth their attention…

His patience is not something you want to test, nor the limits of his wrath.

And so, your servitude begins.

First, he has you fixing the immediate cause of your despair, which seems you could never achieve thanks to Naoya’s impossible standards. You either missed a spot, didn’t use the cleaner he ordered you to (they always change) or it wasn’t as nice as it was before. The excuses go on and on, such as your debt to him, and all you could do was comply.

Of course, Naoya didn’t really care much about the uniform. In fact, he got one as soon as the other was spoiled, but what reason did he have to ignore the adorable way you fretted to fix your mistakes? Always eager to please him, it was the kind of entertainment he could not miss!

After growing bored of the endless back and forth relating to his uniform, he decides to move you onto doing his schoolwork, the boring, theory side of jujutsu nobody could care less about, to compensate in some way.

Which, once again, never fits his criteria. He just had to find something wrong, a small slip-up for him to nitpick and embarrass you.

A somewhat hard endeavor given how good you were at doing these things, Naoya that much could admit. But, well, he always preferred the teary look in your eyes when ripping apart the work you presented that day, even if it meant he’d end up doing it later himself.

“I was only—I was only doing my best—” you silently whimper, picking up the pieces of your efforts from the floor.

“Your best isn’t good enough.” Naoya coldly declares, and though your heart is sharply pierced by his crude, cold words, enough purpose to finally take a stand and leave—

You still don’t find it in yourself to stray away from him.

Because at the slightest hesitation, Naoya always found a way to pull you back in. Remind you of your mistakes and how far you really are from redeeming yourself.

Perhaps he knew of those deep, hurtful insecurities you’ve carried along since you were a child; those that made you doubt your aptitudes, if you were worthy of being a sorcerer, your family’s relative…

It would’ve been easier if you simply remained as an errand girl. The type of person to fetch him something to drink, or snack on… instead of dwelling on the old wounds of your upbringing that only worsened with his targeted frustrations—

His so called “jokes.”

Naoya’s approach didn’t take long to escalate into denigrating, personal acts against you, from cruel exchanges between his friends, pointing out your supposed flaws both physically and personality-wise, to pulling your hair whenever passing by, sneering at the stupid bow you decided to decorate your hair with—how childish it made you look—to lifting your skirt just to see what a prude girl like you could wear.

“Not that anyone is dying to know, but I thought I’d do you the favor of knowing what it feels to be desired for once in your life.”

Amongst other nasty things that just made you beg for the earth to swallow you whole.

You didn’t know what hurt the most. That there was a group willing to mock you, enough to do so whenever he wasn’t around… or that Naoya didn’t have the decency to ask them to stop.

After all you’ve done for him, that was the least he could do.

Whatever business you had with him solely pertained to the two, there was no need to bring others along, less to incite him to do that…

But expecting such was too much, and so, you simply did your best to ignore him and move on with your life while anxiously waiting for whatever humiliating task you’d be graced with soon. Praying that one day, he’ll be merciful, or perhaps forgetful enough, to set you free.

…

…

…

Unless you weren’t to deliver anymore.

Unless you were to simply… disappear.

Just now show up after class to hand Naoya all his assignments, like always. Making him wait for a few more minutes before accordingly preparing himself to scold you in the nastiest way he could imagine when you finally arrived—but you never did.

At the peak of his anger, he decides to hunt you down instead and directly confront you. Figure out how your small, stupid brain convinced you to betray him, and subsequently make you regret it.

Which there were too many ways to do so, really. But as long as you suffered, as long you experienced a fraction of his shame, he was indifferent to the methods.

But of all the things he expected to find when facing you, he never once considered the sparks of your rebellion starting by an outside influence.

A fellow student you were walking annoyingly close to, revealing his efforts of isolating as futile; of filling your mind with nothing but his presence easily replaceable by a classmate of his. That stuck-up blonde-haired guy that everyone seemed obsessed about just because he was a foreigner.

And now, you too.

He should’ve known that your gullible mind would be attracted to someone like that. It was natural that you’d do so.

Perhaps what he didn’t expect was for Nanami to grow interested in you; surely, there were far better options to set his eyes on than someone as mundane and stupid like you.

Far more intriguing to find enjoyment in, as seen in the warm smile he gives you.

His perception of Nanami undoubtedly crumbled given this advancement; but if that was the only thing that bothered him, then why is there a burning, nauseating sensation settling in the pits of his stomach? Far beyond anger at your defilement, or even disappointment, but instead something akin to jealousy?

Protecting what was his, something that he never intended to share?

Naoya would entertain his feelings for a few moments, even come to consider it wasn’t worth his time to get so worked up for someone all his friends (and himself) ultimately found replaceable.

But he stops believing such things the moment his blood runs cold upon witnessing the act that fueled his definite wrath once and for all:

You, shyly leaning towards Nanami and kissing him.

What you had with him was more than a simple friendship, that much was obvious now. Far more intimate that he would’ve liked to imagine—

And far more infuriating as well.

Is this how you repay him? After all he’s done for you, acting like a whore was the best way to show your appreciation for him, after he’s given you a purpose in life? Saved you from becoming the useless, weak sorcerer you were fated to be?

…Perhaps you do need a reminder of who you belonged to.

“What are you—what are you doing in my dorm?!” You cried the moment Naoya barged into your room, the perfect location for him to corner you; keep you away from the intruding eyes of your friends, and so-called boyfriend, and finally confront you. “You can’t be here—get out!”

“Drop the act, this rebellious façade does not fit you.” He scowls; you frown. It was evident you were always nervous whenever he was around… but today, there was something different about your trembling voice. About your hesitating movements.

It was if you were pushing yourself to remain through all your fears and put an end to his tyranny or at least die trying.

That shy, people-pleasing girl was long gone—Undoubtedly, the work of someone whose mere remembrance only made his blood boil.

“I—I don’t care what you think, Naoya, you cannot be in my room!” you cry back. “Get out or I’ll—”

“You’ll what? Call your boyfriend?” You blink; he lets out a mocking chuckle. “Think I wouldn’t notice? You’re awful at keeping secrets, you know?”

“I wasn’t—I wasn’t keeping a secret.” You continue. “I just—I just didn’t care anymore about you!”

“Excuse me?” he responds, offended. “Did you just—"

“Shut up! For once, just shut up!”

Naoya flinches, taken aback by your sudden outburst, as if it had come out of nowhere; and not the exhaustion of his mistreatment, his constant disrespect towards your persona and all your acts.

Had it been the you from before, you wouldn’t have even dared.

Yet, just as you confessed, you simply stopped caring about him. What he had to say or what he thought—if he were to lash out at you or dump you with more work.

And all thanks to Nanami’s company; his affection. A supporting figure that reminded you of your strength, of your value and importance. Of how you were still deserving of being cherished and respected, without having to go through these endless ordeals to prove your worth. Those worthy to keep around wouldn’t make you go through that, anyways.

But most importantly, he showed you the power you had over your own life. How you were capable of putting a stop to the tyranny that pushed you to this bottomless ocean of self-doubt, and leave all your pain behind.

“You’re the most despicable, disgusting, horrible man I ever had the disgrace of meeting in my life!” you begin, letting out all your bottled-up anger through tears and yells. A cathartic occurrence that your heart so desperately needed. “You’re—You’re a monster, I don’t know how I tolerated you for too long!

But I won’t allow it anymore, because—I—I have Kento by my side and he’s—he’s showed me all these wonderful things I’ve been completely unaware of thanks to you!

He taught me to be strong, to be—to be fearless. To appreciate what little I have and cherish my loved ones!

To—to be honest with myself, and to—and to never let anyone else hurt me ever again!!

So today—today I denounce you! Whatever agreement we had, whatever it is that I was supposed to make up to you, it’s done! I refuse to keep being your slave, the center of your mockery. All I’ve ever did was try to please you but it’s obvious I will never commit to that, and you—you never had intentions of letting me go; if it were up to you, I’d simply remain miserable all of my life as long as you remained happy!

But… but that is finally over. It’s done. I won’t allow you to ever hurt me, to ever treat me like I was beneath you!

And I really do hope you get all you deserve. All that someone as despicable as you could ever hope to get!

I—I hope I never get to see you again, I hope that after today, you’ll walk out of my life once and for all!

Because I really, with all my existance—

hate you!”

The last thing Naoya remembers from that point forward was feeling irritated by your obnoxious rambles drowning in with burning rage. An overwhelming need to make you eat your words and apologize; so grave that it blinded his sights, his memory.

There were only brief moments here and there that managed to make way to his thoughts, such as the stinging pain on his palm after striking you across the face following your words, continued by the deep betrayal you’ve inflicted in his heart as he pulled you by the hair to force you to listen and reflect on the stupidities you’ve just spewed upon him.

“Did you really think I would allow you to disrespect me without suffering the consequences?! Did you really think I’d sit by as you preached things you don’t even know what they mean?! All because a silly, stupid man managed to convince you were deserving of them???” Naoya berates, bringing your face close to his and imposing you to see him—the anger you caused, the gravity of your actions.

“Na—Naoya—!” you squirm, trying to break free from his grasp, but he only holds you tighter in place; painfully subdues you to become responsible for your life for once.

“You’re nothing but a stupid, foolish whore that got placed in a pedestal simply because someone wanted to fuck you.” He chuckles. “You think Nanami likes you? Really?? Don’t you think that if he did, he wouldn’t have pushed you to do something stupid like this?? He ought to know better, but I suppose that for a stupid girl like you, you’d do anything to obtain a man’s favor, even if it means betraying those who care for you.

Fortunately, I know exactly what to do in situations like this, how to deal with people like you.

I’ll show you that all I’ve done came from a place of compassion, of pity.

That I’m the only person that would ever dare to do so.”

It’s clear what he intends to do once he throws you onto the bed, once he begins to strip you of your garments and ignore your pleads of mercy. A possibility of reconsideration—how you didn’t mean to offend him as gravely as you did.

“But that is long gone, and now, I will make you see the error in your decisions. I will make you regret ever crossing me.”

And overall—

“I will make you see I’m the only man you need.”

Naoya’s defilement does not stop no matter how much you beg him to.

No matter how much you weep, you beg for his forgiveness, profess your regret and promise to do better… he was simply uninterested in what you had to say.

Instead, he succumbed deeper into his emotions, allowing them to control his rationale and do all kinds of horrifying, disgusting things to your body with the sole purpose of branding you with his anger, with your transgressionsso that you’d never forget.

You’d never dare to insult him the way you fervently did.

You’d never dare look onto another man, when he was there to be the object of your sole veneration.

Of your affection.

To keep you solely focused on him, and eventually, get you where you deserved to be.

It’s a shame things had to end this way, he manages to muse as he continued to desecrate you. But some people could only understand the hard way, the stubborn, stupid, naïve way. You just had the misfortune of falling into that category.

And he did just that. He drilled that notion onto you, both mentally and physically, what you should’ve known the moment you crossed paths with his.

The moment he set eyes on you, you were his, and it was always meant to be that way.

“St—Stop it, Naoya…” you gasped, tears in your eyes as you tried for the nth time that moment to fight him off. But too weak after his aggressions, all you could do is weep. “Please—please… I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

Naoya only stops once he believes your lesson to be learned. From there, he barely gives you a second glance as he composes himself and leaves your dorm; far too indifferent to oversee your wellbeing or if someone were to find you in a broken position.

He simply goes on with his day as if it were any other, occasionally reflecting on your absence once realizing you went missing for the rest of the day, but outside of that, nothing.

Because ultimately, that is what you deserve.

Nothing.

Naoya allows you to keep your distance for a few days more after… his act. Whether because he didn’t feel in the mood to see your face, still resentful of your words, or because he was busy… It didn’t matter much; for he kept on with his life as if nothing had transpired. Treating you like an occasional remembrance, the junior he’d grown somewhat close to but eventually outgrown when another came along.

Even when his friends pestered him to find out about your situation, Naoya dismissed them. He had far bigger matters to attend to, after all, silly little Y/N was just another fish in the ocean; if they were so desperate to know, why don’t they find out themselves?

However, he wouldn’t be able to continue putting on this act once his classmate, your disgraceful boyfriend, began to mope. Becoming even moodier the longer you went on without attending school, even enough to go around asking if anyone had seen you after that fateful day—no one had.

Except your friends, the only few that somehow were able to place the pieces together and know what occurred to you; or at least, make a theory out of their findings—which eventually led for the whole school to gossip about.

“Did you hear?” Someone would begin. “Y/N has dropped out of school.”

“What? Dropped out? When??”

“Not too long ago, it seems. Just a few days ago—”

“What makes you think that? She could just be sick…”

“Come on, why do you think her siblings are all moody nowadays? If anything, the question we should be asking is why? Why would someone drop out in the middle of the school year? It’s not like she a bad student…”

“Are you sure she didn’t just transfer?”

“No, she didn’t. I saw the records, she dropped out. But you’d never know why… and honestly, I didn’t think she’d have it in her.”

“Have what in her?”

“More like who.”

“What—what are you implying?”

“Oh, and she seemed so innocent too…”

“No—no way you’re…”

“Yeah, I am. Y/N’s—”

Pregnant.

In other words, a child grows inside you right now.

And Naoya knew just who the father was.

What he didn’t know is why the idea seemed to thrill him enough to seek you out. Why he didn’t just… force you to take that damned pill, as he’d done countless times before, and move on.

Instead, he decided to travel all the way down to your home and demand the presence of your family; of your distraught parents he could see were disappointed in their seemingly promiscuous daughter, yet respectful enough to receive him. Perhaps because deep within, they knew he was related to your situation.

Or because it was one of the many perks of being the heir of the Zen’in.

Like being given the liberty to do as he pleases, painting a story that greatly deviated from the truth: making them believe you and him had a relationship, but given the nature of his position, he couldn’t divulge it. His family were… traditional, in some sense. They would never allow their heir to approach women in casual settings.

But love proved far stronger, and such demonstration now came in the small life nurtured inside your womb.

The same one he sweetly promised to take care of—as long as you married him.

Everyone had a price, and it seems your parents’ was prestige and honor; things easily obtainable through his titles, but at the sake of your happiness.

“What—what is he doing here—” you stammer, frightened to see the face that troubles your thoughts, your dreams, in the last haven you got. “How did he get in here?!”

“Oh, Y/N, this is wonderful!” your mother would cry, rushing to your side to take you into her arms. “All of our prayers were heard!”

“What—what are you talking about?!”

“You no longer need to worry about your future now, pumpkin. Naoya here will take care of everything!” Your father continues.

“Wh—what?” you breathed, sight blurry and head dizzy at the sound of their delirious words.

“He told us of your situation.” Your mother adds. “About your relationship with him.”

But not the true one, is it? For their reactions didn’t correlate to the horrors you were haunted by.

“What—what did he say??”

“Our truth, Y/N.” Naoya responds. “About our love, and my commitment to provide for you.”

Naoya painted himself as your savior, as the sinner than changed for the sake of love and was now willing to do everything necessary to give you, the mother of his heir, a suitable life.

Through a divine vow.

A life sentence.

You wept. You wailed, screamed, begged your parents to set you free from the hands of your tormentor. Exclaimed that his acts were far from a lover, but rather, an abuser. A demon—all that he had done was with your suffering in mind, not the other way around!

But even if they were to decline his offer, your family were far too eager to cling at the opportunity of returning to relevancy. Of getting into the Zen’in’s good graces and bask in the prestige they once lost to time.

Your eager nature could’ve not come sooner, what they once condemned, now they welcomed as a blessing.

And such, amidst poisonous congratulations, your new life was set: permanently bound to the man that had broken your spirit, defiled your body, and now, claimed your future.

No one would come to believe the atrocities he had inflicted upon, no matter how much you tried to convince others—it was simply easier to assume that he acted such way because… well, women were difficult, were they not? And you weren’t exactly the prime example of a proper woman either. If anything, you should be glad that you’ve managed to catch a man as devoted as him; any other would’ve bailed out on you.

But Naoya didn’t; he may not have the greatest reputation, nor the best temperament, but he still stepped up—and if that’s not worthy of admiration, then shame on you. Many women would’ve killed to have a partner like that, so, it’s best if you comply and stop being ungrateful.

Do what you’re supposed to do as his future wife—this is the life women of your status were expected to do anyways, don’t act like you didn’t know what you were getting into.

“I—I at least want to finish school.” You sadly lament, the last of your excuses before your fate was doubled down.

“You won’t need that once we’re married.” Naoya interjects. “All you’d need to learn is how to be a good wife and mother for our family, you’ll hardly have time for sorcery so just forget about it.”

Just like he always imagined the moment he laid eyes on you, only that he never professed it out loud.

It’s true: since the time he was aware of your existence, there was something that mesmerized him.

He just didn’t know what precisely; it could’ve been your beauty, your untainted image, pure in all imaginable ways—he couldn’t let anyone else get to you first.

And after all that happened, he can safely assume that this was his destiny. It was God putting you on his path while Naoya did the rest.

If anything, he laments it took this unwanted pregnancy to realize him so. Naoya would’ve liked something a bit more… traditional, but he supposes this will work too. Can’t complain much if he got what he wanted in the end: to claim you.

All that he’s left to worry about is drilling that defiance out of you. Something a baby ought to do the trick.

But if not, Naoya doesn’t worry much. After all, he’ll have all the time in the world to do so.

Naoya would be the type to find porn actresses that look like you and then show you a video or something, ask you if you'd make the same sounds/faces and such. Just had to get it out there.

Also, did I not tell y'all that in all universes naoya and y/n end up together? For better or for worse? lmao i'm sorry i'm just delusional rn. it's been a stressful week if i am being honest but coming back to these asks, characters, all of you, makes me happy :')

Well, I don't really have much to say, except that I hope it was to your liking 🥹💖💖💖

Now, take care and hope to see you soon. 💖💖💖💖

[luiluvr]

ok disclaimer this request is based off tiktok comments which we don't know are true 😭 but you and college!luigi are part of the same friend group and you all go on a camping trip together, you *thought* you'd be sharing a tent with one of your best girl friends but turns out she's brought her bf last minute leaving you without one so you tent up with luigi. but that. mother. FUCKER!! cannot stop snoring and you can't fall asleep at all so eventually you wake him up and are like bro please 😭 but he's so sweet about it and a lil embarrassed and offers to stay up while you fall asleep so he doesn't bug you cause he's a cutie

oh boy oh boy i have been ACHING to write something about his snoring ☹️☹️

WARNINGS: none! just lu being sweet to you and snoring.. a lot, and uses of Y/N.. this is also shorter i'm working on another request that'll be longer <333

“Should I kill her now or later?” You thought, as your best friend broke news you both would not be sharing a tent. When this camping trip was planned, you specifically wanted to share a tent with her. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing, it was the fact you had always shared a tent with her in the past — so you were naturally used to her presence when your friend group had these little trips. That was a lost cause now. Unbeknownst to you, she invited her boyfriend last minute and decided they would be sharing a tent.

You stare at her blankly as her boyfriend smiles, “So…What am I supposed to do?” You ask her.

“Uhh, I don’t know.” She says quietly, clearly she didn’t think it through either. It was a few minutes of silence before her boyfriend spoke up and responded, “Luigi’s not sharing a tent with anyone. you may ask him. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind it.”

Luigi Mangione. One of the more loved people at college, you had ended up in a bigger friend group with him; so you knew him but only so much. He was a typical person that all the girls were always crushing on, sneaking pictures of, there was even a rumored group chat where they’d talk and send pictures of him. Sure, he was handsome but was it that serious?

You nod. Luigi was a really nice person, so you didn’t doubt he would tell you no. It’s the fact your best friend should’ve mentioned it two hours ago when you all originally left for the trip. “Alright.” You said quietly, by now everyone was arranging their tents and Luigi — he was busy watching the stream. He always enjoyed the little things and admired nature. He was- from what you knew- fairly shy. For someone always so out there, so smart and always up for going places besides campus; he was incredibly introverted.

He had plenty of friends, but he never bonded on a deep level, you knew that much from other people who knew him better.

You shove your hands in your pocket and sigh, walking over to him, smiling awkwardly as you watch the current rush and wash over the rocks inside. Occasionally a small fish would wiggle and swim in the crystal colored waters. You clear your throat and speak up finally, “Hey, Luigi?”

His head turns — his jawline dotted with stubble, and a warm smile welcomes you. “Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” You’d be lying if you said you didn’t get caught up in his gaze, his hazel eyes are so entrancing. You can’t help but look away as you ask, “Would you be alright if I stay in your tent? Riri brought her boyfriend and decided at the last minute to tell me they’re bunking together so I don’t have anywhere to sleep now.” He chuckles, nodding to you. “Yeah, of course. I don’t mind.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, “Thank you so much, Luigi.”

“Of course.”

You and your friends spent most of the afternoon setting up, you’d spend the rest of the weekend hiking, exploring and enjoying each other’s company. Luigi had taken your sleeping bag and set up the inside of the tent, he didn’t make you do anything, you were “his” guest—as he put it.

By evening, the campfire was lit, lighting up the smiles of your friends; the mix of conversation and laughs filled the air. You sat comfortably on your favorite lawn chair, a maroon rackety-old thing that held up like a warrior. Luigi moved closer beside you, quietly and shimmied comfortably in his chair.

“Oh yeah, Y/N, heads up, Luigi snores a lot, so good luck.” You tilt your head, Luigi? Snores? You highly doubted that. But oh, was Riri’s boyfriend right.

Before you initially got in the tent, you had spent a few minutes talking to your other friends about things you all may do tomorrow, you heard some noises but passed it off. That was, until you climbed into the tent, Luigi was already passed out, softly snoring. It’s not that bad. You thought. It was rather chilly, but he still slept shirtless, comfortably curled up in the sleeping bag. His curls were the only sight from this angle.

You got comfortable in your own sleeping bag and exhaled, relieved to finally get to rest after the long trip. Inevitably, as your eyes began to flutter shut, Luigi let out this snore. It scared you back awake. You realized it was just him; and nothing of actual worry — you slightly peered over at him, although the tent was dark, the tiny bits of moonlight that managed its way through freckled his calm, handsome complexion.

He had stopped for the moment, so you assume he only does it every so often and you could stand sleeping with his snores beside you.

Alas, you huddled down, zipped the sleeping bag and nuzzled into the soft cushioning. Your eyes closed, body relaxed. The quiet buzzes of nature make it feel more realistic and comforting.

Then he snored.

It wasn’t that bad, so you let him snore on; and continued to try and pursue slumber, but as the night progressed, it got deeper and louder. You had managed to fall asleep but were woken right away by his snores, it was honestly annoying but simultaneously endearing. He was so sweet you couldn’t be mad at him for it, though anyone else you would have woken and told to go sleep somewhere else — it was different with Lu.

After some time though, you realized how late it had gotten, almost 4AM, you needed to sleep or you wouldn’t want to do anything tomorrow with the group. Gently, you grasp his shoulder and shake him. It only elicits a bigger snore, and a flinch from yourself. You give it a moment, not wanting to scare him awake.

“Luigi.” You whispered, nudging him a little harder this time. He groans, shifting ever so slightly and slowly coming to.

“Y/N?” His tone was so sleepy, mumbled and kind of cute.

“Hey…I’m not trying to be rude, but you’re snoring a lot.” You chuckle, quietly.

“I’m so sorry,” He says as he sits up, his muscles flexed as he stretched a bit. “I know I snore pretty roughly, my older sister hated sharing a room with me when we were younger.”

You can’t help but laugh a little, “I get it, I didn’t want to seem like an asshole about it or act like it’s a world-ending thing that you’re snoring…”

“No, no. You’re fine Y/N, thanks for waking me up. I had a lot of signs of sleep apnea when I was younger, I struggled with it for a while. When I snore all night it makes my throat hurt.” He states, rubbing his arm. You nod, he was too nice about it. Whenever you confronted a sibling or roommate about snoring they told you to ignore it or get earplugs. Not Luigi.

“How about this,” He says, staying quiet so as to not wake everyone sleeping in the tents beside yours. “I’ll stay awake until you fall asleep and you’re good — then I’ll go back to sleep too so I won’t disturb you. Is that okay?”

He was offering such a sweet little thing, it wasn’t that big of a deal but for you it meant everything.

You agreed, it seemed the only logical conclusion and he was willing to lack his own sleep just so you could rest comfortably without his snoring. “That’s really nice of you, Luigi, thank you.”

“Of course.” Even in the dim light, his smile lines carved and dimples became more prominent, somehow his face lit the darkness alone.

And that’s exactly what you did, he shared a blanket he brought, covered you and as you tucked yourself in, he stayed sitting up and relaxed, he wouldn’t admit it but he did watch you for a bit just to make sure you were comfortable and you were able to fall asleep — which you were; and you did.

The next morning — almost afternoon, the group was buzzing as they snacked on granola bars and sipped on water or coffee they kept in thermal cups. Luigi had exchanged into a blue tank top with a Lion King reference on the front and those lousy basketball shorts all the boys seemed to enjoy wearing, despite them looking goofy.

As you managed around, got changed in your tent for a day of exploring and probable hiking, Lu approached you with a sly smile.

“Good morning.” He hums.

“Morning, Luigi.” You replied.

“Did you sleep well last night?”

“Yes, I actually did. Thank you, again by the way.” You said cheerfully.

“Yeah, it’s no problem! I guess that’ll be our routine while we’re tenting up together.” He laughs, leaning against a small tree nearby.

“Suppose so.” You nod.

“Oh and by the way, Y/N?”

“Yes, Luigi?”

“You snore. A lot.”

[ledesaid]

Billy body-swaps #7

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boom de yada...

boom...

de...

yada...boom de yada

Superman: Marvel... It's almost time, are you ready?

Billy: Yes, I just wanted to look at the Earth a little more... maybe I'll be you in a second or with Green Lantern on Oa... we have five minutes before jumping.

Superman: Take your time. If you fall asleep, I'll take you to your room, don't worry.

Billy: Thanks, Clark.

Clark: It's fine, Billy.

They've talked about some changes since he told them his biggest secret. Many really gigantic changes...

Billy walks towards his room. Yes!

Now he has a room!

And he lives in the Watchtower. Boom!

That was the big news!

Yay?

It's not what he had planned, but it must make sense and he still finds it hard to grasp.

One minute to midnight.

Time for his weekly jump...

Oh, you didn't know? Well, now he jumps weekly.

That's what happens when you force a jump. A small price to pay if the world was saved from Doomsday.

Ohhh!

...: And then he pierced his heart with a harpoon!

Billy: What?

...: What? Now are you enthralled by looking? You must truly join, Snart!

Billy: I don't drink.

...: Are you going to leave your friend Mick with the drink?

Billy: I don't drink.

Mick: You always say the same thing, but what's wrong with you today? You look like you've seen a ghost...

And it starts!

Billy runs out of there as fast as he can without looking back. This brings back memories of Barry and his marriage proposal. But he wasn't in a nice café...

He had ended up in a random place, with random people instead of one of his League teammates' houses.

True, that was the second piece of news!

<He's an official member of the Justice League>

That didn't sound in Billy's mind with the excitement he expected...

Back to the slow-speed chase. Billy has run out like a soul being chased by the devil.

There aren't many places to hide in a residential neighborhood. Literally, there aren't even public phones to call...

Well... here's a problem.

Billy hadn't considered a scenario where an emergency extraction was necessary under these circumstances.

With the frequency of the changes and the fact that he has only possessed League members, always in safe spaces... Doomsday doesn't count... He really should have.

Batman did, obviously Batman did...

But... But Billy feels guilty for not doing his part. He only remembers the first four digits... He swears he was going to learn the rest next week.

This new host only has a disposable phone.

He thinks he must run for the next few hours and everything will be fine...

Yes...

Just run for twelve hours straight with someone on your heels.

Mick: Snart! Stop running!

Billy: No! Stay away!

Heavens? What would Superman do?

Well... there's this trick of... No... he doubts it would work... But... But... would Superman answer long-distance calls?

Billy: I'm Marvel!... and I need a super extraction!

Not much happens after that except for a tackle from the pursuer.

....

Batman: So... potential heroes? He is one?

Flash: Yes! I want to speak for Snart, I've fought him for years, but I've seen that potential and we need to talk about how he helped in the last crisis. Please, Bruce, believe me... I can feel it, I'm not wrong about him...

Batman: It will be put to a League vote, but we need to monitor him every Sunday... and deploy a global plan. With Snart on the jump list, we must consider that every villain or even civilians could be potential hosts for Billy.

Diana: Meanwhile, Leonard Snart must give his word and commitment... We can't expose Billy to this rogue. Whether he has potential or not. He's committed enough crimes to keep him locked up for a good time if there isn't a commitment.

Flash: Guys... Friends, you know me and I ask you to trust me... I'll vouch for Leonard...

....

Jon E: How's that hit, Marvel?

Billy: Nothing a cold steak can't fix.

Jon E: We have something better.

Billy: Ice cream?

Jon E: I left a tub in the fridge next to the vaccines, don't tell Batman.

Billy: Thanks, Jon! Can we use some magic to heal this wound? I wouldn't like Snart to have to deal with this when he gets control back.

Jon E: Zatanna is on duty, I can call her after you finish your ice cream.

Billy: Well, I think I'm going to need more ice cream if I end up like Lex Luthor or Swamp Thing.

Jon E: Let's hope not.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | U are here

[darius-shack]

Ford Pines, monster fucker extraordinaire, would make life models of all his exploits just use them on Stanley

oh Yes i can get into this. i can see it now. sort of object fucking

Ford has a pretty good memory, and he's shown drawings to him but it doesn't quite feel the same. So, when they're back at the Shack for a while, he starts to craft the first of the life-sized models. it takes him days, but at least this one doesn't need hydraulics like the second one will.

Stan, on the other hand, has no idea what he's in for. He sits on the couch casually watching TV, hearing his twins voice call from down the hall.

"Stanley! I have a surprise for you, come to my room."

He groans, yet entertains him. Opening the door, Stan's presented with the sight of Ford looking pleased. There's a suspicious tarp on his couch, with something large and totally not looking like a body that he notices second.

"I've been working on something for the past few days," He starts, "Do you remember the sexual excursions I described? Well, I thought what better of a way to let you experience such a thing than making a life-sized model."

"So that's what that is, huh? Thought you'd finally snapped on someone." Stan chuckled, walking over to the tarp. Ford steps forward to remove it in one grand sweep to reveal his work. The thing was huge, he'd guess seven feet tall with grey skin and four arms. It's face was a mess of tentacles. If it wore clothes, he wouldn't know because everything was on display. It's member was erect, bordering on painful just by size alone, he'd also guess that it's seven inches. The most striking thing about it was the slightly slanted ribs down the shaft. It's tip was a bit tapered, the only forgiving looking thing on it.

"You had sex with that thing?!"

"I did, yes, and I'd like to see you take it for a spin, so to speak."

It takes a moment of assessing whether or not he could accomplish such a feat. Ford makes a comment to help sway him, "It's much more soft and pliable than it looks, I would describe it as 'filling'."

Ten minutes later, Stan's straddling this monstrous cock over his lubed and stretched hole. Ford's watching from the other end of the couch and noticeably hard in his pants. He presses down onto the silicone material, feeling alright until he gets close to taking the tip entirely. It's large and it burns already, so he gives himself time to stretch and makes brutal eye sex with Ford while he does. Eventually, he was bouncing up and down on this weird alien cock, definitely feeling the ridges while feeling like he was being split open. It's too much and he doesn't last long, quickly touching himself and spilling his cum all over the muscled stomach of the model.

Ford makes a statement after in his flushed and enamored state, "I didn't last very long with it inside me, either. Thank you for entertaining me. I'll have the next model ready in a week."

"Next model?! You're making more?"

-

The next week, Stan finds himself standing before a very interesting sight before him in the middle of Ford's room again. His twin has just taken the tarp off of his latest model, a mass of pink tentacles measuring ten feet each. The ends were thin and slowly thickened, built into a huge massive base at the bottom.

"That's uh, tentacles."

"Yes! This being was desperate to have an orgasm as it was in it's mating season, I couldn't help but indulge when it asked so nicely."

"How do you expect me to screw this thing if it can't move?"

"Oh, it does. One moment," Ford says before going around to the back and kneeling to flick a switch near the base. Quickly stepping away, the appendages begin to move in all sorts of ways, touching the ground and seemingly searching for something. "And you'll want to take your clothes off now, it's going to be rather slick experience."

Again, Stan strips himself down and approaches hesitantly. His voice is filled with concern, "Are you sure about this? It's not gonna hold me in the air, is i-" a tentacle finds his ankle and he's overcome by several more darting towards him. In seconds, he's supported by many soft and slimy surfaces coating and exploring his body in a way. Somehow it learns, or maybe it knows just where to touch on his body because he soon gets hard. Its appendages focus on his nipples, rubbing smooth circles until they perk. He feels one twist around his hardening cock and stroke, with one gently rubbing at his hole and getting it wet with whatever slime his brother implemented.

Stan lightly pants, glancing at his twin from over his shoulder, "You enjoying this, Sixer?"

"Absolutely."

He's gently prodded open and lets out a small groan, little resistance due to the lube and soft surface. The patience it had while stretching him was oddly suspicious, like it was programmed to stretch an asshole in specific. Which is a little out of Ford's expertise.

"I bet you had help on this one," Stan states before moaning as the appendage inside him finds his prostate, gently stimulating him further and leaving him without another word.

Ford replies from somewhere behind him, "I did in fact outsource to another individual for the motion of the arms."

He chuckles at how that conversation must have went.

The act of being spread open for his brother on display and the stimulation he's getting from the tentacles slipping into his ass to hammer at his prostate. Knowing Ford was watching drove him up the wall. "Fuuuck, aaah, Ford!"

"So close already? I suppose there are a few differences. Needless to say, you look fantastic getting plowed by my machine."

Deep and possessive, it's the tone of his brother's voice that sends him over the edge. A minute of recuperation later, and Stan's being set down gently on the floor, slimy tentacles retracting from hims frame.

Ford turns off the machine, then walks to his partner to help him off the floor. "Thank you for entertaining my desire to see you with my previous partners. It satisfies me in a way I can hardly describe."

"Does that mean you're done making models?" Stan replies, sort of disappointed.

"Oh certainly not. There's more in store for you."

-

A week and a half passes, Ford yet again inviting him to his room for the next model. Before the tarp's uncovered, Stan comments, "Y'know it doesn't have to be a grand reveal each time. I know what you're doing now."

Ford passively sighs at him, saying, "Let me have my fun with revealing my hard work, will you?"

"Alright, alright." Stan waits as Ford pulls it off to reveal his current project. It's a small creature, maybe four and a half to five feet tall, looking almost human but having... cat traits. There was orange faux fur covering it, matching cat ears on it's head, and a tail coming out from behind it's back. "What is that?"

"It was an intelligent feline-adjacent species that invited me in after their head hunter found me and saved me from a beast of their lands. I, ah, ended up repaying him by being intimate with him and his wife, per their customs and culture, I was indebted to them and curious."

"Right. This one doesn't have a dick."

"This is the wife. She had a more striking fur pattern that was too tempting to not recreate."

"Uh-huh." Stan mutters, walking closer to see fat whiskers coming out of the cheeks on it's face, a wide-bridged nose and no visible lips. "And you want me to, uh, screw this thing too?"

"Indeed," Ford comes up behind him and settles his hands on Stan's hips firmly, "I would like to join you on this one, if you don't mind. It would better match the experience I had."

"You were in the middle huh? We ought to make the experience match then, right, Sixer?" Stan purrs.

Later, Stan has his cock stuffed deep in this model, with Ford moaning in his ear and fucking into him. He's practically doing all the work while Stan enjoys the odd texture of the insides of this odd toy, it's heated and tight, perfect for his release. Stan gets there eventually as Ford describes how different this species phallus' are. Thick and short but had such a defined tip that felt amazing as it passed by his prostate.

-

Three weeks pass with no new model, and Stan's the one who comes to Ford's room to ask about it this time.

He knocks on the door, enters to see no twin of his to bother. But he does see a hulking beast of a thing, the next model, yet again covered in dark brown fur and looking like what everyone imagines werewolves to look like. Sort of hunched over but still standing on it's haunches, it featured a gaping maw, as well as claws that came out of it's hands and feet. It was stood on the ground instead of the couch, as it should because it's huge. Yet again like eight feet tall-

"Stanley!" Ford's back and closing the door behind him. "I'm not done with this one-"

"Why's that? Looks pretty done to me." Stan observes the main appeal of the model, between it's legs hangs a pretty standard dick with, well, a soft of knot at the base. It's color was dark red, and huge nuts to go with it.

"The phallus is incomplete, I haven't implemented the tube and ejaculate function-"

"Don't you think that's a bit over the top? I mean, it's been three weeks, does it have to have that?"

"Yes! Unless you didn't want to be filled in the same way that I was. Which I know you do."

Stan grumbles for a second, before turning back to his brother. "Tell me when it's done, will ya? I wanna take this guy for a spin." He turns and leaves quickly, shutting the door behind him.

Ford smiles, delighted that his twin is impatiently interested in his design.

An hour later, Stan is summoned back to Ford's room. That was fast, he thinks, as he enters. Ford takes the adequate time to stretch him on the couch, explaining how he met this beast in a thicket of woods. He'd fallen into a hunters trap, designed for the beast itself. Ford was sniffed out because of the light bleeding, and the beast had said it would free him if it could use his hole for the night. Obviously, Ford took the offer to live, and had a great time during.

Now, the beast was positioned with it's arms on the ground, making the position easier for Stan to crawl underneath and have Ford help mount it into him.

"It uh," Stan starts, "Feels weird having such a big thing over me."

"It's quite an intimidating experience, I was afraid at first but it seemed to listen to my needs."

Ford sat back and watches as Stan thrusts himself on the beast's cock, getting the most perfect and whiny of noises to reach his ears. After a few minutes of Ford describing what the beast sounded like, what it said to him, Stan's legs get tired of doing the work.

"Hold on." Ford says, leaning forward and around the beasts leg. With a flick of a switch, the cock itself was jutting in and out of his hole.

Stan groans loudly, "Oh sweet Moses, yes," A few moments pass before he asks, "Does it uh, go faster than that?"

Chuckling, Ford does screw with the setting for a moment before the knot is hitting Stan's hole at a vicious pace. He goes cross eyed and plants his head on the ground on his arms.

"Do you think you could fit that knot inside you?"

"Did you?" Stan retorts, sounding up for a challenge.

Ford is silent, and slows the pacing down almost completely. Stan sits there for five seconds before he feels the lubed knot pressing against his hole slowly, stretching him open so wide. Somehow, it's inside of him and pressing against his prostate firmly.

As soon as Stan asks what happens next, it starts to fuck him again in short, hard thrusts that drag against his insides in just the right way.

Ford's voice comes to his ears, "I didn't last very long with this one either. That didn't stop me from letting him get his fill. I owed it my continued existence and wanted to repay as much as I could."

"Shiiiiit-" Stan moans, feeling so overwhelmed by Ford's description, by the knot practically over-fucking his prostate. He gasps as he's filled with a lot of liquid.

"It could not tell me when it was about to orgasm, I was completely blindsided by the amount of ejaculate it produced."

The knot slips out for a moment, the so called ejaculate spurting out of Stan's hole and trailing down his thighs. It's knot presses back in as quickly, him shuddering at the feeling. It fucks him again, and Stan grips his cock and jerks himself off until he cums hard.

Ford knows his limits, so he turns off the hydraulics and helps Stan out from under the model of his beast.

[amrass]

A take on Micah Bell's full backstory

So this is a new kind of post to me, a big-ass fan theory of sorts, but I've always enjoyed the more out-there takes in fandom. Also I've been sitting on this for months so it's nice to get it out.

In short, I made up a full backstory for Micah from the few scraps of information that are given in game. I'll go through some of those details first, then go through my own take in four sections:

Part 1: The way of the grandfather/the legacy of Micah Bell the First Part 2: Early years/Competitive survival Part 3: Young Adulthood/O'Driscoll Boy!Micah Part 4: Later Adulthood/Evil Bounty Hunter!Micah

(Note that the 1st and 2nd part will spoil my fanfic series The Devils, but it can still be read, as it's full of juicier details.)

Canon and semi-canon details from his backstory

So we don't know a whole lot, hints only given by select dialogue and a newspaper clip. Micah is the third in line in a family of outlaws, and ran together with his father and brother Amos for a while. His father was wanted for murder all over the place, and seems like a man with dark charm ("Ain't life grand?") and a temper (nearly killing Amos). Amos, who ran away from the family tradition, wanting nothing to do with it. You can read about them on various online encyclopedias, but know that some of those are written by uh, creative fans, and AI, so there is often errors. It's irritating, but it is what it is.

An interesting bit is the interview with Micah's actor Peter Blomquist (I have tried to google but am having trouble finding it; please send link if you have it!) is the mention that Micah's father was bad, but his grandfather was worse. Tbh I think this is a bit from a backstory that was among the things that were scrapped from the final game.

So, of his grandfather we know almost nothing, except that he was wild. And that he was maybe worse than Micah III's father. But that also means that the Second was also better than the First somehow.

My take

Part 1: The way of the grandfather / the legacy of Micah Bell the First

I think the grandfather was the head of the family as long as he lived. I also think he imposed a terrible burden upon Micah Bell II (and III).

It's interesting if the Second tries to be better than the First in that when he got a woman pregnant, he tried to hide her and their two children, because he didn't want to force the Bell training upon them. But it slipped out one evening due to drink. The older forced the younger to reveal the locations of the woman and the two sons.

And so the training of the two new Bells begins, harsh and unrelenting. Shooting, robbing, killing. And more 18+ than I feel is necessary in this post, but yeah, disturbing stuff.

Micah being the one to inherit the name most likely means that he is older than Amos. But the thing is that Micah gives off serious little brother vibes to me. I dunno exactly why. Vibes, man.

So, I thought an interesting twist would be: what if the name of Micah Bell was something that had to be earned? What if they'd been given different names originally, Amos and something unknown, before the latter was the better outlaw and became the Micah Bell III we know. He is one of the fastest shots in the game, and a competition like that, begun from early age, could've given him initiative to train harder, desperate to earn the name.

I am a cruel writer. How can I make this crueler? I got it:

Their grandfather identifies quickly that one brother is weaker and easier to manipulate than the other. Not in physical strength, but in terms of familial bonds. Maybe he is less charming than Amos, and makes fewer friends, because idk he is busy eating bugs (he seems like the kind of kid who would eat bugs). Or maybe their mother, before the arrival of the men, makes the boys attend a local church school, and Amos finds love in the religion while his brother stares out the window. Not because he's evil but because he's easily bored.

So the grandfather only tells one brother of the competition about earning the name, and it's not Amos. He also says the one who loses the right to the name has to be killed by the winner because there can only be one Micah Bell for each generation, that's how it has always been done. Maybe he speaks the truth, maybe he lies, but no matter what he is efficiently cutting the bond between the two brothers.

Part 2: Early years / Competitive survival

So, that is how Micah Bell III becomes Micah Bell III, as a boy and as a youth. I'll just go back to calling him Micah to make it easier, also because calling him anything else would kind of feel like waving a death sentence in the face of a child after I wrote The Devils. Because even people who commit atrocities have been a child once.

Growing up, Micah's survival depends upon winning over his brother. This is where his idea of winning and losing comes from. It doesn't help that his father yaps on and on about a similar philosophy, but where he's all words, Micah is all acts.

Micah never finds out that Amos doesn't know about the competition. He resents him from not trying harder. For making Micah look bad, training so hard so he can kill his fool brother, lying awake at night and mentally preparing for it. But if friendships are rope, then familial bonds are chains; almost impossible to cut.

He lies awake at night and stares at Amos on the other side of the fire, missing when they curled up together back when it did not feel like sleeping next to an enemy. It eats the child up, all that training. Not much left of who he was or could be. Hey, at least he doesn't have time to eat bugs.

But maybe, if their grandfather falls ill, Micah is the one to kill him. Unable to cope with the idea of killing his brother, he shoots him in the face. And then he turns to Amos, grinning, because they're free.

Amos does not see himself as freed. He sees murder. He thinks it is only because Micah saw their grandfather as weak, when he secretly had been the strongest force in their life. Micah walks towards him, covered in their grandfather's blood (I do like a dramatic scene), and Amos turns away, throws up and tells him to stay away. Micah feels shock, then loss, then rage. Micah Bell II would probably react with pure rage, but Micah is so used to surviving things at this point, he survives that too. None of their relationships are all that salvageable from this moment, especially not after Amos runs away.

This makes me think of another HC of mine, namely that Micah is the one to kill Amos, which has its own post and arguments here. But if you add in the theory present in this post, it makes even more sense to why he'd killed Amos, finishing what he had been trained to do since he was a kid.

Part 3: Young adulthood / O'Driscoll Boy!Micah

Did you know Micah's outfits have a bunch of half-hidden, green accents them? I've seen it on his scarf, his gloves, his horse saddle ...

This is basically copy pasting a bit from a Twitter thread I made, but I just really like the idea of Micah being an ex-O'Driscoll Boy mainly due to his green scarf. It's more of a teal, but maybe it's a faded O'Driscoll green. Colm would've valued a gun like him. His ruthlessness and boot-licking, too. Especially if he was younger, lonelier and easier to sway. After his brother leaves and his father dies, he'll have no one.

And while he is a bit of a lone wolf hermit, Colm could've reminded him of his father, like Dutch probably does, but I really like the thought of Colm reminding Micah of his grandfather. He wouldn't be too unfamiliar with the gang dynamic, and find more homeliness in that than in a normal family. There's a well-known tendency among abused kids to unconsciously seek out relationships that mirror their broken families. Paradoxically, the lack of safety feels safe.

Of course, the Bell heritage is too alive within him to render him into another nameless O'Driscoll Boy, so he and Colm eventually fall out. He goes back to being a lone wolf, but maybe he's made some connections, which make gathering a troop easier, especially for bank robberies (Skinny, Cleet, Joe...). But he mostly stays alone.

During RDR2, when Colm was hanged, maybe Micah felt the green scarf catch strangely, while in camp or while out riding (or even watching the hanging happen from a dark back alley in Saint Denis). Micah reached behind to the nape of his neck, feeling as though someone had held him there, squeezed, and then let go.

Part 4: Later Adulthood / Evil bounty hunter!Micah

So I'm a total sucker for the theory of Micah being a form of a hitman that's like an evil bounty hunter. The main reason for this is the fact that Dutch's bounty poster can be found at Micah's camp outside Strawberry. But also because my first thought when we first met him in the game was "Omg, Loco from The Great Silence, my favorite evil bounty hunter villain!" They have some of the same color scheme in the winter outfit, and I think it's a reference.

Loco has the same life philosophy as Micah, as seen in this quote: "You're on the side of the law. We, we're on the side of the law of survival… survival of the fittest!" and kind of in this one (ok I'm putting it here because it's so cool, he's just burst into the hideout of his own evil bounty hunter gang) "Since when are wolves afraid of wolves?"

I like the idea of Micah is sick to death of gang life but knows enough of it from his time as an O'Driscoll to infiltrate hideouts and gangs easy, to reap bounties from the lawful people he's been robbing up to now and occasionally still do. Maybe the Van der Lindes weren't the first gang he brought down. That's fun to think about.

Also, I love it when asshole villains do the "right" thing. Partly why I love Micah's character; as an antagonist, he brings down Arthur and John, directly and indirectly.

(Ooh this is beside the point, but that's actually one of my issues with the narratives of the RDR and GTA games. They have this core of nihilism that actively hinders their stories from becoming as great as their characters, but also makes the games sell easier. Maybe another post, or maybe fandom isn't the place for critiques.)

Anyway, Micah just didn't think anyone could ever get to him, but then again he'd never met anyone like Dutch. Hell, the man even had the same dark charm like his father, enjoying similar exclamations. I think he hoped to recreate something of his old family dynamic with Dutch, who was kinder than his grandfather, father and Colm. We all know how that went. His last words was still a compliment to Dutch though. As if it was still a competition, or a game, in the end.

*walks a few steps away, twirls, shrugs, falls face first into the snow*

Here's another pic of Loco (along with the GIF in the beginning):

The end

Yeah I have not much more to say here lol. Feel free to use and expand upon this theory, or make your own by taking out of some of the foundations, could be cool to see. I'd love a shoutout, but it seems shoutouts are going out of fashion, which is sad. Put the community back into fandom! Stop it with the competition! Make friends! Lmao "be less like Micah", but yeah, I guess it stands. I see so many people worship canon like a deity. Please have more fun!!!

Anyway, thank you for reading ☺️

[moosesarecute]

Chapter 15: The Shadow to my Flame

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The next part won't come until next week sometime. I'm having my partner over this weekend, so I'll take a break from writing. Hope you all have a nice weekend!

Ashe had eaten and gotten dressed when Azriel got to her room. She wore a loose, but warm dress. It was mostly green, but it had a few light blue details.

Azriel looked like he was drooling when he saw her and Ashe almost laughed at him. But just almost, as she was too anxious to do anything else.

“I was wondering if you-”

“Are you my mate?”

Ashe had never been good about confrontations. She wanted an answer, so she asked him.

His eyes widened to the biggest size Ashe had ever seen them, and then, to Ashe’s immense relief, he nodded.

“Yes Flame, I’m your mate,” he answered.

That’s when Ashe felt it snap. She felt the overwhelming feeling of home and safety taking over all the place she had in her chest. She felt the feeling of needing to be with Azriel. It was a feeling she had felt before, only with him. It was so much, but at the same time it felt extremely right. It felt like her world had been pulled apart and build up again just right.

But at the same time, she had too many questions.

“How long have you known?”

“Please, let’s just sit down and I’ll explain everything.”

“How long have you known?” Ashe didn’t move.

Azriel brushed a hand through his hair and sat down at her desk, facing her.

“I’ve known since the shadows found your letters.”

Ashe felt like her brain was going to explode. He had known even before they met? Ashe didn’t even know that was possible.

“The shadows talked about you as “mate”. I didn’t know your name until you introduced yourself. But when I first saw you in the dungeon, I knew for sure that you were my mate.”

Ashe felt too overwhelmed to stand, so she sat down on her bed, a few meters away from Azriel.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” she asked looking at her hands. She had removed the bandages. Madja had done a good job, but she still had a few scars.

“Please, look at me.”

She wasn’t planning on doing it, but when she realized how shaky his voice was, she didn’t have much of a choice. He was crying, just one tear, but he was crying.

“I was planning on telling you when you felt better. Your entire world just flipped upside down, Ashe. I didn’t want to force a mating bond upon you when you were going through so much else.”

When Ashe had imagined the conversation throughout the night, she had been cool and collected. She had taken breaths and spoken steady.

After 161 years she probably should have known that she would never be the neutral voice in the room.

She got so extremely angry at his words that she didn’t know what she was going to do about herself.

“Force a mating bond upon me?” she asked him with disbelief.

“Yes, Ashe. I realized quickly that you feel a lot and I didn’t want to make you take a difficult decision when you already were having a hard time.”

That made Ashe stand up and Azriel stood up with her.

“Difficult decision? You think me deciding about the mating bond would be a difficult decision?”

Azriel’s shoulders slumped a little. And then he nodded.

“I see,” he said and started to raise up from her chair. “I’ll leave.”

Ashe almost lost her jaw to the floor. She realized Azriel was serious and ran to cover the door.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked as kindly as she could. Azriel looked heartbroken and confused at the same time. “It’s an easy decision because of course I’ll want you. You don’t dare to think anything else you stupid idiot. You are my mate, and you’ll have to deal with me, that’s something you’ll just have to live with.

“I don’t think you know how much you have done for me the last few weeks. You gave me a purpose. You made me feel important and useful, but safe at the same time. I have lived through what I hope will be the worst few weeks of my life and you were the entire reason I got through it. I don’t think you understand that if you hadn’t been there, I probably would have been dead right now.”

“Please, don’t say tha-”

“Shut up,” she continued. “They would have found out about my letters eventually and then Beron would have tried to killed me. Eris probably would have gotten me out, but I would have died in the Summer forests, because who was I going to live for? Azriel, you saved my soul. My soul is tethered to yours and of course I’d like to keep it that way.

“I don’t think you understand-”

Azriel could listed to Ashe yell at him for the rest of their lives.

Because he knew that now, it would be their lives. She spoke and spoke and spoke. And he loved every second of it.

She spoke mostly about how stupid he was, but sometimes she would use some details about her own life to underline just how stupid he was.

She told him how Eris had taught her to dance and how she had dreamed of dancing with her mate ever since, but she never thought servants could have mates.

She told him how she once accidentally gave food poisoning to Beron because she heated up the wrong dinner. He couldn’t remember exactly why she told him that, but he knew he would be extra observant if his mate was in the kitchen.

Ashe told him about how she craved more and more of him after their first kiss and Azriel wanted to agree, but she just held up a hand and he continued to listen.

“Are you on your way?” Rhys asked him for the fifth time. It was almost thirty minutes since he got to Ashe and he was supposed to bring her to the House of Wind.

“She’s still going,” Azriel told him.

Rhys only laughed in his mind.

While Azriel spent all his attention listening to and understanding every single detail Ashe told him, his shadows did what he really wanted to do: admiring.

“beautiful.”

“ours”

“kind”

“funny”

“love”

“mate, mate, mate”

Azriel had his dream female in front of him, and even though she was currently repeatedly calling him an idiot, he only felt love, love and then some more love through the bond that bloomed in his chest.

“And when you told me my hair looked nice after the Lady did my curls, I thought I was going to pass out and I’ve been think about curling my hair again ever since. I’ll have to grow it out again, of course.”

“Your hair is beautiful now too,” Azriel said and even more butterflies exploded in Ashe’s stomach. “Your mother did your hair? That’s nice”

“Yes, she was in a weird mood,” Ashe continued. “When I got to her room, the heir of Autumn left, and she was quiet and teary eyed the entire time. I’ve heard rumours about the Lady, I mean my mother, having other lovers, but I never expected them to be true.”

“They have a history,” Azriel said, and the neutral voice told Ashe that he definitely knew something.

“What do you know?”

Azriel looked surprised at her but spoke anyway.

“Let’s just say I was spying on the Autumn Court, after orders from Rhys’ father, and very quickly found out that a certain little brother of yours was conceived at a time where Beron was on a two months long trip to the continent, and Helion was on a “study” trip to Autumn.”

Ashe was sure she looked even more shocked than when she found out about the mating bond.

“Oh my cauldron, I should have guessed that!” she said, but then fell deep into her thoughts.

Could she be Helion’s daughter too? Was that why Beron hated her so?

Azriel stood up from the chair he had been sitting on and walked over to Ashe. He took hold of her hips and pulled her towards his body. He leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t as soft as it had been the first time. This time it was rather needy, but Ashe got just as weak in the knees as last time.

It was like time stood still. He held her in his strong and safe arms and all was perfect. Their kiss grew more and more intense, and Ashe never wanted it to stop.

However, the second she thought about that, Azriel stopped. His smile was huge as he spoke.

“Finished yelling?” She let out an embarrassed laugh as she nodded. “I love you, wildflame. I love you, all of you, temper and all. And I’m looking forward to you yelling at me for the rest of our lives, but it was actually a reason to why I came here this morning.”

“I love you too. Extremely much, and I for cauldron’s sake hope you know that now,” she answered. “What was the reason?”

“Rhys wanted to speak to you.”

“The High Lord wanted to speak to me, and you let me spend thirty minutes yelling at you?”

“Hey, hey, I tried stopping you, multiple times, but you were too far into wildflame territory for me to stop you.”

“We have to go,” Ashe said and turned around to grab for the door.

However, Azriel grabbed her hand first and dragged her back into his chest. He kissed her lips so passionately as he held her hair.

“Now we can go,” he said and pulled away.

Ashe could get used to kissing him.

Ashe learned quickly that she did not like flying. Every time Azriel had to dip just slightly or make a turn, she ended up screaming.

She had never been so grateful for standing on her own two feet as when she landed on the balcony of the House of Wind.

“You did better than many others do the first time they fly,” Azriel told her after she had gotten control over her breathing and stopped the need to throw up. He held her hand and showed the way to the High Lord’s office.

“There they are,” the High Lord said as they walked into his office. He, the general and who two females sat there and waited for them. “Nice of you to grant us with your presence.”

“It’s not my fault no one has tried telling this idiot that he is worthy of love, I had to explain it to him and that took a while.”

Azriel looked red as a tomato, but the rest of his family only laughed at him.

Ashe froze immediately when she realized how she had just spoken to a High Lord.

“I’m sorry,” she said with an unsure voice. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Oh, you absolutely should,” Cassian told her. “It’s nice to hear that someone’s ready to take care of our broody shadowsinger.”

Ashe was still not sure and she almost excpected a punishment for how she had spoken. But at the same time, all the smiles that met her told her that she was safe. Azriel laid a hand on her lower back and her feeling of safety multiplied.

“Sit down please,” the High Lord continued and Ashe and Azriel sat down in a small couch. “We have received a few letters from your family. We thought you might want to read them.”

He handed Ashe a small pile of six letters. Ashe looked through them, but it didn’t say who was the sender on the front page. She knew they were from Eris, but she still wanted to know.

“We have also received a letter from Beron,” the High Lord continued and Ashe’s attention snapped towards him. “It was addressed to me, so I hope you don’t mind that I read it without you.”

Beron had sent another High Lord a letter about her? That can’t be good.

“You can read it yourself if you want or I can summarise the content.”

Ashe didn’t notice when her hand ended up in Azriel’s, but he was now stroking his thumb back and furth on the back of her hand. She appreciated how he knew she needed comfort without having to ask.

“Can you summarise it please?” she asked, not really daring to see Beron’s handwriting.

“Beron acknowledges you as his biological daughter and says that since you were unmarried at the time of your  “kidnapping”, he still has the claims to you. He therefore wished to invoke a blood duel-”

“No,” Ashe said. “Absolutely not. He can’t just ignore me for that long and then invoke a blood duel. He wants to get me back just to kill me.”

“I agree with you, but it seems like he can,” The High Lord explained.

“Who does he want to fight?” Azriel asked. Ashe could feel his anger and worry float through the bond. It felt weird and right at the same time.

“We can choose who we send.”

Ashe saw how Azriel opened his mouth and immediately stopped him.

“You’re closing your mouth right now,” she said harshly. “I’m not letting anyone duel because of me.”

“You’re definitely not duelling,” Azriel answered.

“Why not?”

Azriel looked at her as if she was crazy. His look made her realize that she was indeed crazy.

“No one is fighting him,” the High Lord interrupted them with a smug smile, however it fell when he started to speak.  “We might have a solution to our problem, but I’m not sure you’ll like it.”

She looked hesitant, but asking at him.

“We came up with the idea that if you’re dead, then he won’t need to invoke the blood duel.”

Ashe felt so fucking stupid. Of course, their only way to save her was to kill her, it was the Night Court. She should have known it would end like this.

Azriel’s grip around her hand tightened and he became even more angry.

“What are you planning, brother?” he asked and Ashe have never heard his voice more intimidating.

“We want to fake her death. Ashe, we’ll answer Beron that you, after a long fight, unfortunately died from the harm he did to you. You’ll live your life safe her in Velaris. Perhaps as Samli and Thord’s daughter or we can make up another story for you if you need it. That way, Beron will get his will, but at the same time you’ll be able to live a calm life here. Velaris is highly protected, and I’ll imagine Azriel won’t mind having you safe from all his enemies as well.”

The idea seemed…wonderful.

She’d have the chance to live a new and safe life. Ashe could start new.

Velaris was a city with a lot to offer, so she wouldn’t mind staying there. And acting to be Samli and Thord’s daughter wouldn’t be hard. She’d have to be adopted of course, but she didn’t mind that.

From the hopeful feelings she got from Azriel she understood that he felt the same.

But it was something she wished for.

“Would everyone else need to think I died?” she asked the High Lord.

“Who are you thinking about?”

“My mother,” she answered. “My mother and Eris. Mother had gone through so much already; I don’t want to give her more pain. And she shouldn’t be the only one to know. Even though Eris have lied a lot to me, I feel like it will be too much for my mother to carry this secret alone. I trust Eris to keep it with her.”

The room seemed to be thinking. Ashe new that the Night Court didn’t have the best relationship with her brother, but she hoped they would look past it for her.

“That’s okay,” the High Lord answered in the end and Ashe felt so relieved.

She finally had hope of a good life.

“Are you going to read them?” Azriel asked her when they got back to her room.

Ashe almost had a new breakdown on the thought of him leaving, so Azriel was of course staying the night. They decided that the next day would be relaxing for Ashe’s mind so that she might be able to not cling onto Azriel all the time. Azriel said he didn’t mind, but Ashe needed some space.

He was talking about the letters Ashe had been holding in her hands for the last ten minutes. She had just been looking at them.

“I don’t know,” she answered. “I know I won’t like what’s in them.”

Ashe was seated at the end of her bed, and Azriel soon moved to sit behind her. He covered her with her wings like a cocoon, only her head was over his wings. Ashe leaned into his touch and let out a little laugh from all the butterflies that danced in her stomach. Cauldron, she loved him.  

“You don’t have to read all of them at one time, you know,” he told her as he softly started to play with her hair. “You can start with one and take the next tomorrow.”

Ashe nodded and Azriel moved his wings.

“Can you please hold me?”

“Of course, my Flame.”

She blushed a little at the pet name. She wished she had one for him, but Shadow seemed too basic, and she really liked his name.

 Ashe opened the first letter with shaky hands and recognized Eris’ handwriting.

Ashe,

I know I have lied to you and let you down in one hundred different ways. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I just want to know that you’re safe.

I never planned on letting you go alone to a foreign court, and least of all the Night Court, so please answer that you are safe. I will hurt them if they have laid…

Ashe didn’t bother reading the rest.

Eris didn’t know the Night Court at all it seemed. Or maybe he did, but he didn’t want to tell her that either.

“How are you feeling?” Azriel asked her.

She let out a sigh as she reached for the next letter.

Ashe,

Even Lucian is now answering my letters. He’s mad at me for letting so much harm getting to you. I’m mad at myself too.

Please give me a sign that you’re alive. I know that I let you down, but I’m still your brother and I care a lot about you.

Please, Ashe.

From Eris

Even Lucian knew about her being their sister. It felt totally unfair.

She let out an angry humf and picked up the third letter.

She saw how short it was and Eris’ handwriting and didn’t bother to read it.

“Remember to breathe,” Azriel whispered into her ear and her anger lessened a little.

Ashe picked up the fourth letter and expected the same, but this was longer. A lot longer.

Ashe,

I was over the moon when I got to know that I was getting another little sibling. It was a while since mother had been pregnant, and she was struggling a lot more that time than what I could remember she doing with the rest of your older siblings.

She was throwing up more, sleeping more and definitely eating more.

Even in the womb you were a lot.

Beron wasn’t there the night you were born. I was the first one that held you after mother. You were very little, but you scream was so loud.

I could see mother’s worry when she got to know that you were a baby girl, but I never expected Beron to give so much harm.

You almost didn’t survive, and I don’t know if mother would have lived if he had killed you that night.

I’ve tried to look out for you ever since. I know I haven’t done a good enough job and that you deserved so much better, but I’m a coward that’s scared of his own father.

I did my best, but it wasn’t enough.

Please answer me. Ask me all and every question you have and I’ll answer you to my best ability.

Eris

Beron had tried killing her the night she was born.

Reading the letters left Ashe with even more questions, so she picked up the fifth letter. She opened it and got disappointed by another one of Eris’ pleading letters.

Ashe quickly put it away and picked up the last letter. She tried to not get her hopes up, but it was hard not to.

She opened it and noticed how the handwriting was a lot prettier that Eris’. It looked more thoughtful and professional, but at the same time rushed. The letter was dated two days ago. Ashe’s birthday. Ashe gasped and almost started crying when she realized who the letter was from.

My sweet Ashe,

161 years ago today, I gave birth to the smallest and loudest baby girl. I fell in love immediately.

I knew from the moment I smelled my pregnancy that you were different from the rest of your siblings. You smelled sweeter.

Your father was not delighted to have another babe, but you soon proved to be warmer than all our other sons, so he expected you to be the strongest.

I only realized that you were a girl when I could drink tea as pregnant without throwing up. For all the six other pregnancies, even the smell of tea made me nauseous. But you, my sweet girl, allowed me to drink it.

When I found out you were a girl, I had to make a difficult choice. I knew Beron didn’t want a daughter, but at the time I still had not noticed just how awful he was. I was naive and thought that he would not mind having a daughter after so many sons.

Beron was not there when I gave birth. I was seconds away from giving you to another family when he got home. He took one look at you and immediately got disappointed. He had expected a powerful heir, and he got a daughter.

We made a bargain. He would let you live as long as you never had a good life, and I was not allowed to seek you out. Never. He sat Maria to gain your trust and to make sure that you were treated as a bastard servant.

I thought it was for your best, but I have hated myself for every day since. I could have made a different decision, but I did not realize how much of a monster he was until that night. I knew he was a monster, but I never realized he could harm a newborn.

You have had burn scars on your body since the day you were born and I have carried the guilt ever since.

My sweet Ashe, you have never been a disappointment to me. I’m a mother to the most thoughtful and kind daughter and I have never been prouder. I have watched you grow into a female that does everything she can to make life better for the people around her and that is something I will honour you for as long as I live. I have seen you grow and each time I have seen you, I have gotten more and more honoured to be your mother.

I will always be your mother if you need me, but I know that you are strong enough on your own.

My amazing daughter, I will always be sorry for the way you have been treated, but I hope that I will get to explain some day.

Please go live the life you have deserved.

Love,

Mom

Ashe dropped the now tear-filled letter into her lap and turned into Azriel’s chest, sobbing.

“She didn’t have a choice.”

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as expected, mikes dramatic self already outed the bands secret, that we’re basically without a singer. he even spread his own version of the story. he decided to say that he left the band because it was not much of his thing anymore. i mean, i never doubted it wasnt his thing. if it was he’d actually make effort just like everyone else was.

my head was pounding at the moment and i couldn’t think straight. should we pick jj or rafe? should i just screw it and sing myself? but we havent practiced any avril songs for me to sing and there was no way in hell i would go out there and sing. id get stage fright.

i really want to give jj a chance in the band. he looks like he would be able to take it seriously. i dont know how gifted he is with singing though.

sure, we had him sing any song he picked- and he did good. but we have a program for the concert. it can be flexible but to an extent. we cant turn it upside down.

on the other hand rafe was excited to join too. he sang something more calm and relaxing compared to jj who sang narcotic. rafe sang please, please, please but not by the smiths. he wanted us to do the deftones version of it. his singing was nice too, but i would never play deftones on stage. its just not my thing. besides i like the original one better anyway.

oh my god, im doing it again. i cant think properly, im thinking about random shit instead of whats important.

so back to my main problem,

rafe or jj?

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an: i think the way this au is flopping needs to be studied like?? im enjoying it so much why isnt anybody else enjoying it 😫