#we've suffered enough don't ya think

[phil-the-destroyer-of-worlds]

many terrible things can happen in season 3 but if crowley calls the kiss a "mistake" i might disintegrate

[rom-e-o]

Since we've already kind of mentioned it: Imagine Emmrich dealing with [probable] Wifey getting outside attention. And, likely, unwanted attention. At least for Guinevere's case, apart from the Lecher, I can definitely see some of Em's students trying to flirt with her, both in terms of grades and genuine interest. And some of the bolder ones (*cough* Van Markham! *cough*) taking it so far as to actually harass her. Stupid college frat boys, ya know. Also, stupid college frat boys who, on top of that, are entitled elites, because, with a name like "Van Markam" you know he's likely and blue blood.

Ooooh, this is delish. Okay, so, I can absolutely see Wifey getting attention. It's inevitable, like you said. Unfortunately, I can also see her getting unwanted attention as well.

The unfortunate thing about working around lots of students, especially university-age students and older, is that you're going to catch a lot of flirtatious remarks, and a lot of clumsy attempts to sway attention. Guinevere is going to have to suffer through some VERY awkward remarks from some very inexperienced students, AND some more lecherous ones from the more insistent crowd. Like, of course, Van Markham.

I can see him stopping G'iney in the hall by throwing his arm up, causing her to scatter her armful of papers. A little Gaston-esque in his audacity.

Of course, he swiftly offers his assistance (all while trying to peek down her blouse). "So, Guinevere - can I call you that? Ms. Vynhalsyne sounds so sterile. And ... I do notice the 'Ms.' part. Can't help it."

If she tries to escape, he's not above grabbing her wrist. "Listen, I've got a joust this weekend, and I have a seat in my pulpit. I think a jewel of a woman like you is worthy of such a setting." He's got ties to royal families, does she know that? He's got connections to King Markus too, does she know that? He's VERY handsome, and way more muscular than that professor she hangs onto, does she know that? Did she catch the part about him jousting? He's also got great endurance, he points out, over and over. More Guinevere is about to be EXHAUSTED of this man.

And he follows her around, not taking no for an answer. I imagine it gets back enough that Emmrich eventually starts walking with her after each class.

"You don't have to--"

"Yes, I do."

If Van Markham gets too close, Emmrich will pivot around in a heartbeat. "Excuse me, young man. Is there something I can assist you with? You're rather close on our heels. It must be a matter of the utmost importance."

He talks down to this boy with more pose and grace than most royalty in the kingdom, and he does so as a former peasant. You know that gets under this glory-boy's skin, for this moldering professor of common birth to be schooling him.

"I wish to speak to Guinevere, professor," he says, "This is a matter for those among noble birth to discuss."

"So a tactless assassination ploy, garish accounts of horse-breeding, or waxing poetic about a summerhome?" he asks in amusement, which earns a blush from the other man. How DARE he parse his existance down like that?!

"Regardless," Emmrich continues, "Since Ms. Vynhalsyne has been rushing to ignore you, I believe she has other ways of occupying her time in mind. I suppose I'm not surprised her disinterest has gone over your head. I've suffered through your latest thesis - most things do."

As for Belisma, she does have admirers from her days in the ballet. People who would try to ask for her hand - lots of nobles who would love her fine dancer blood for an illegitimate child or two. That interest went away after her exile - now she's untouchable filth to nobles, haha. But as she slowly gets back into dancing outside the royal ballet, civilians start to enjoy her works, and there are many love letters that end up in her possession.

I don't think any are as creepy as the Lecher or Van Markham, but she does get some concerning notes.

"'I dream of your body moving with swan-feather grace as a take you from my balcony and to my bed' - oh, no thank you," Belisma says as she puts it into a nearby waste basket. She's perched upon Emmrich's desk, making a show of refusing their letters. He watches, smirking and captivated.

"Manfred, would you like these as kindling for your fire magic practice?" she finally asks once the basket is full.

"Yeeesss!"

"Wonderful! Just don't read them, okay? Just set them on fire."

"Okay!"

Emmrich chuckles and pulls her from the surface of the desk and into his lap as Manfred saunters out. "Well, that will keep him occupied for a few hours. You have made his night, dear."

"And ours," she purrs, hooking a finger in the front of his waistcoat. "If the mood moves you."

With her, it always does.

[authorautumnbanks]

A Thousand Days With You (19)

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Satoru closes his eyes and sighs. Not a small one, but a deep suffering sigh he feels from the tips of his fingers to his toes. He's not surprised, not really, and yet he can't get over just how bad Nanami is at sucking dick. It never occurred to him that one could actually be bad at it and it's not as though Nanami is using teeth, but he's still so... subpar.

Nanami's hand wraps around him, stoking Satoru's cock, but nothing is working. He licks the underside, dragging his tongue up. Satoru bites the inside of his cheek. With his eyes closed, he can pretend it's Kagome. Visualize how pretty she looked when she took him the first time. But the breathing is all wrong.

Where's the teasing?

The sparks of energy shooting through him like electricity?

Damn, when did he become a cock sucking snob?

"Suguru," Satoru says, cracking one eye open. "Help him or we'll be here all night." Or hell, maybe they can just cut this short. They tried it and it isn't working. The real question is how is he supposed to carry on and look Nanami in the eyes knowing how terrible of a lay he is? No wonder Nanami always has a damn stick up his ass. Dude keeps going on about not leaving a widow behind when chances are Nanami would never even get that far because he can't please worth a damn.

No one wants to be stuck in a sexless marriage. Not that Satoru is thinking about marriage, because he did not have that dream of Kagome the other night that may or may not have spurred him into writing her a poem. He looks around the room and frowns. It never bothered him before how bare his apartment is. Sure, he has a couch, dark blue and super comfy, but there's no coffee table in front. There's a singular television mounted on the wall. No decorations. No plants.

Nothing.

He can't bring Kagome here. It's far too cold.

"I do—hic—not need his help," Nanami snaps.

Satoru snaps his attention back to Nanami, stares him down, and raises a brow. "You're awful at this. At least Suguru knows how to suck." His words may be harsh, but so what? Nanami apparently likes that shit.

"Not sure how I feel about that," Suguru says. "Besides, it's been a decade since I've sucked a cock."

"You can say me," Satoru quips, cracking his neck. "No need to be shy. We're all past that now." He looks Suguru over and gives him a lazy smile. "No way you're worse than Nanami. I know you got it in ya." Satoru winks. It is easy, far too easy, to settle back into a friendly banter with Suguru.

Sharing Kagome gives him some mild indigestion, but... the opportunity to have his best friend back gives him heart palpitations. She's clearly attracted to both of them, but would she even want that?

Suguru presses his lips together in contemplation. "Fine. It's been a decade since I've been with anyone."

Is he serious? The words sink into Satoru's heart. Suguru is surrounded by other sorcerers, and he never thought to get the edge off even a little?

"Wait. Really? Not even..."

Suguru shakes his head and lets his hair down. "Getting involved with your..." His lips tilt up. "Coworkers can be a problem." Suguru sinks down next to Nanami. "You're too soft with him. Satoru likes it rougher than that." He brushes his hair back and opens his mouth.

Satoru grunts. He does like it rough, but he also likes how soft Kagome's hands are. He glances at his phone. With Suguru on his knees and his hair down, Satoru could pretend it's Kagome, but then Suguru swirls his tongue over the head and like that, the fantasy is dispelled.

Suguru isn't Kagome, and Kagome isn't Suguru. His cock twitches in Suguru's hand. Seeing Suguru on his knees after so long is quite the view, but... not even that is enough to get him to perform.

He can't do this.

"What's with you?" Suguru strokes Satoru's cock. "You don't like it rough anymore?"

"I can't do this," Satoru admits. "We've been here for a little over an hour now and nothing." It's pathetic really how he can look at pictures of Kagome and manage to get hard, but then Nanami touches him and he deflates faster than a balloon.

Nanami drops his head and hunches his shoulders.

Suguru gives Satoru a look that screams, fix this.

How annoying. Why does he have to consider Nanami's feelings in all of this? What about his feelings? Does no one think about him?

Unbelievable.

"Look, Nanami... Kento, it's not you. Not even Suguru is doing it for me. I'm just... shit, I don't know, worried about Kagome. I can't—"

"Are you serious?" Suguru stands and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Course I am. I cannot perform under these conditions." Satoru rolls his eyes and then goes back to looking at his phone. He needs a cleanser.

"No, dumbass. You love her."

Satoru stiffens. "No, I don't." How the hell did Suguru come to that conclusion? Does he care about Kagome? Uh, yeah. Who wouldn't care about her? She's amazing. But that doesn't mean he is in love with her. He doesn't do love or relationships.

"We should get going," Nanami says, spiking a hand through his hair.

"Does your jaw hurt?" Suguru questions.

"I am fine." Nanami's cheeks flush pink.

"Never mind that. Is no one going to put my dick back in my pants?" Satoru huffs. Where is the consideration? Nanami bites his bottom lip and nods his head. "Say something. Give me a sentence."

"I believe we should do my mission next, as it is close by and may not be rigged." Nanami tucks Satoru back into his boxers and then zips his pants. "Kagome and I do not have the relationship that you two share, nor has she been on a date with me. My mission should not be rigged with any tricks outside of the curse." Nanami stands and runs his fingers through his hair again, further messing with the blonde strands.

It's the most disheveled Nanami has ever looked.

"What is it?"

Satoru slides his phone back into his pocket. "Your hiccups are gone. Thank fuck for that. I would have knocked you out if they kept on."

Nanami's lips part. "You would have hit me?" His voice rises, cracking at the end.

"Sounds like you would have liked it. So kinky." Satoru wrinkles his nose. "We'll have to walk to your mission. Despite what everyone may think, I can't just keep teleporting around, so I would rather save the few I have left for when we need it."

"Kagome made it seem as though you could," Suguru replies.

"I have more to give when she's around." He motions for Nanami to lead the way. Despite his better judgment, his eyes flint down to Nanami's groin and then back to Nanami's face. "What?"

"N-nothing." Nanami clears his throat. "The binding is looser."

Seriously? Satoru twists his upper lip back in distaste. Letting Suguru and Nanami suck his cock is what loosens the binding? Kagome is a bigger freak than he gave her credit for. When he sees her again, he's bending her over and spanking her ass. He keeps his mouth shut and locks the door behind him. If they don't figure this out by the end of the night, then they'll need to find somewhere with a bed large enough to accommodate them or sleep on the floor.

"We should rest at Kagome's place," Suguru says. "It's all over your face."

"I'm not that easy to read."

"Yes, yes you are. We'll stay at her place in case the kidnapper goes to her apartment for anything or in case she comes back and goes home first. If she returns to Jujutsu High, then someone will send word to you or Nanami. But if this is as frequent as her mother claims, then she might just come back home as though it isn't a big deal."

"That's a lot of guesswork, Suguru." Satoru ignores the looks they get as they walk down the street. They must look like quite the trio though, with Satoru in his uniform, Suguru dressed like a monk, and Nanami dressed as though he still works as a salaryman. "What if we just decimate the area until the only thing left is her energy? Save us a lot of time."

"You cannot be serious!" Nanami yells.

"Ease up there. Just throwing suggestions out."

"Are you finally over working for the higher-ups, then? Because I don't care about getting rid of some monkeys."

Satoru pauses. "You know, Kagome's mom isn't a sorcerer, nor did she have any special energy like Kagome."

"I can..." Suguru sighs. "I need to think on this further."

In other words, Suguru is willing to make an exception when he couldn't be half-assed to that for his own parents. Though Suguru's parents were glad when Suguru came to Jujutsu High. Satoru stuffs his free hand into his pocket. Would that have made a difference? Parents who accepted Suguru was different and didn't shun him. Come to think of it, Nanami doesn't have a good relationship with his family either.

Satoru glances down at the sidewalk and makes a mental note to check in with Yuta and Maki sometime. Both of their families hate them.

"Seriously, what is with you? Is it because Nanami sucked your dick?" Suguru asks.

Satoru scoffs. "No one is thinking about that." More importantly, when did they get to the mission location? Satoru keeps his face blank. This is not like him. He does not space out. He does not lose track of his surroundings. "Forget about that. Let's get this mission over with it."

Nanami puts up the veil and leads them into the building. This one doesn't look all that abandoned. No dust. Nothing strange growing inside the building. The windows even look new.

"What's the deal with this place?"

"There's been reports of employees disappearing while at work. Some have been found in the basement hanging." Nanami presses his lips together. "There have been too many instances for it to be all suicides. Some reports have noted some victims being dragged away mid-conversation by something supernatural."

"And no one has quit?" Suguru questions.

"It doesn't matter the business, management is always looking out for their bottom lines," Nanami says. "Per the scouters, there should only be one curse, but it is possible there are smaller ones. Grade one mission."

"You sure about that?" Satoru clucks his tongue along the roof of his mouth. "I think your mission is bugged too." He points at the doll on the desk. "There's no curse here. Not anymore." This is getting a little annoying. His mission is one thing, but now Nanami's mission too? Are they being watched, or did someone go out of their way to gain access to their schedules for the day? "Let's take it out of the building. Open air. See if we can't figure something out."

Suguru nods and summons a curse to retrieve the doll. It screeches and convulses.

"UNHAND ME YOU CREATIN!" the doll shrieks.

Satoru winces. The sound is piercing, but more than that, the doll hits the curse and knocks it on its ass. The fuck. That's a grade one curse Suguru summoned.

"What are you?" Satoru questions. "Are you capable of understanding human speech?"

The doll turns. Its eyes, two black buttons, swirl until they turn a bright green. Its hair is bright red. Looks like someone put a mop on its head and called it a day. "Ah, it's you. That sorcerer."

Satoru bites the inside of his cheek. Yeah, yeah. He's heard it all before. Gojo Satoru the strongest. The six eyes—

"Sex eyes user, you will fail."

What?

"What did you just call him?" Suguru asks, slightly aghast.

"Sex eyes. Does he not posses them?"

"Six." Nanami grunts. "No one calls him the sex eyes user."

The doll tilts its body to the side. There's something eerie about its movements. "Fail. You will fail. I don't like talking to you. You will go bye bye."

Satoru's muscles tense. He steps in front of Suguru and Nanami. Whoever took Kagome is turning out to be a real pain in the ass. He prepares to shoot off a red when the doll flashes out of sight. The building fades away and...

"Nanami, where the hell are your clothes?"

Nanami looks down and squeaks like a mouse caught in a trap. He thrusts his hand in front of his dick and then searches for his blunt sword. Satoru raises a brow while Nanami alternates between trying to hide his cock and searching for his sword.

Suguru scratches his head and growls. "It's going after Nanami because he's the weakest link. No offense," he adds as an afterthought. "Where are we? Some kind of forest?"

"No clue," Satoru admits. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. Maybe he can map where they are. No service. Course not. He looks over at Nanami and frowns. Where did Nanami's clothes go? Satoru slides out of his jacket, slightly surprised when the fabric passes through their combined hands so he can take it off fully. "Here, put this on." He hands the jacket out to Nanami and then turns his head.

A large white banner hangs from the trees. There are balloons weighted down with sandbags. Blue, yellow, and pink balloons. Some are in the shape of dogs. But it is not the balloons, nor is it the red carpet beckoning them to go deeper into the forest that grates on Satoru's nerves.

No. It's the sign. The stupid banner that hangs there, teasing him.

So, the Sex Eyes, the Throat Goat, and the Salary Man walked into a forest one day...

"I hate this doll. Hate this guy. I've never hated anyone until now," Satoru says with a tight smile on his face because smiling is the only thing keeping him from losing his shit right now. Is that supposed to be a joke? He squints. Why does it sound like water is... "Are you fucking with me?"

"What?" Suguru turns his head and lets out an impressive snarl.

"I need pants," Nanami says, tugging Satoru's jacket closer around him. "And the only way out of here is forward."

Satoru huffs and looks at the red carpet. Behind them is a wall of water. This doesn't feel like a domain. "Let's get this over with."

***

A/N: I feel like this week went by too fast. Shippo is having too much fun trolling them. I am working on Brat Tamer, promise. My energy pennies have been running low so I've been spending more time reading and watching tv this week.

Take care of yourselves! Have an awesome week and make sure to get plenty of rest. If you are feeling low, then do something that makes you happy.

[sassykattery]

Lunatic Punishment, Pt. 2

Well, I really think it's time we see what happens to Lucifer and MC when they returned to the House Of Lamentation after administering their punishment to Diavolo, Barbatos, and Solomon.

Pairing: Lucifer x F! Reader (intimate scene, intimate relationship could be implied but not explicitly stated)

Chapter 38 spoilers but still vague.

Synopsis: What was Lucifer's punishment for everyone in Chapter 38?

Characters: Lucifer, MC="you", Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphi

CW: afab bodied reader. Reader wears a skirt. No pronouns used, no gendered words, but there are lots of terms of endearment (love, beautiful, baby, darling, etc). Explicit description of sexual acts (fingering, piv, f! receiving penetration, multiple creampie). Explicit description of female and male genitalia. Praise kink. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+only

Part 1 Here

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Happy Valentine's Day, my sinners ❤

You and Lucifer appeared in the foyer of the House, having missed the feral grasps of the royals and Solomon after giving them their punishment.

Lucifer looked down at you and smirked. "Come, there are still six others who need their punisnment," he murmured. He took a hold of your hand and led you to the library.

Once inside, you both looked up to see all of the brothers strung up from the ceiling, hanging upside down.

"C'mon Lucifer, don't ya think we've suffered enough?" Mammon whined, currently with his back to you two as he slowly turned.

"Lucifer," Satan growled.

Within seconds, each brother were squirming and trying to get a look at you.

"No, I don't believe you all have, and now it's time for the rest of your punishment," Lucifer replied coolly. "Take a seat, I'll be back shortly."

Lucifer left you and his brothers alone.

"MC, what have you done?" Asmodeus whined, mascara running down his cheeks. "Why do you smell so good? I need a taste."

"Lunatic Pudding," you replied with a smirk, sitting down and crossing your arms. "You all were absolutely appalling when Lucifer lost his memory, and this is what you get for your behavior."

"Not you too, MC. It was all harmless," Levi cried out.

"I don't believe it was," Lucifer replied, having returned. "Come, MC, let's continue where we left off," he purred to you, making your skin prickle with enticement. Lucifer placed his hand at the small of your back and guided you out of the library, up the stairs to his bedroom.

Once in his room, Lucifer took off his overcoat and waistcoat, leaving the door open. You had barely made a few steps into the room, and he seized you from behind, one arm over your throat, the other over your waist.

"You don't know how tempting to me you've been this entire time. Merely getting a taste of you is simply not enough," he growled. "Tell me you want this, that you want me."

"I want this, I want you," you rasped, feeling yourself becoming damp just with his words.

Grabbing your wrist, he drug you over to his bed and sat first, then perched you on his lap.

"You were amazing earlier, I'm so proud of you. Thank you for helping me," he murmured, nuzzling into your temple, breathing in the wondrous scent in your hair. "Allow me to reward you, love."

Situating you on his lap, your back against his chest, he took your legs and spread them over his legs, keeping you wide open. His dominant hand then came to slide under your skirt and panties, quickly finding your slick-covered slit. He groaned in your ear and sank his fingers in to rub your puffy clit.

"Ah! Lucifer!" You gasped, hips twitching with pleasure.

"Does that feel good? Do you want more?" He muttered softly. "This is all about you, darling, and whatever you want."

"Ohh... Yes, yes, more," you moaned, rocking your hips and grinding your ass into his erection.

He chuckled darkly and brought his hand back up, admiring the webbing of slick on the fingertips of his gloves.

"Take this off for me, will you?" He asked quietly, bringing his fingers to your mouth. You grabbed onto the leather with your teeth gently, and he pulled his hand out while you held the glove. He took it and tossed it aside. "Very good," he praised.

His warm hand came back to find your pussy again, teasing his fingers along your heat. Your head rolled back to rest against his collarbone as he worked his magic by slicking up his digits and then sliding his middle finger past your entrance slowly.

A wanton moan escaped your lips as he sank all the way in, curling his finger against your spongey spot, striking it like a match to light your fire. Whimpers and soft moans left your mouth when he started slowly pumping his digit in and out. He kissed your temple, and his other hand came up to gently massage your breast over your shirt and bra. The stimulation was enough to make you keen, your hips rolling in sync with his hand.

"That's it, beautiful, enjoy it. Enjoy what I can do to you," he mumbled in your ear in his lower register. He then added another finger, and already, you were so close, and the additional digit had you sobbing with bliss. When he hit just the right pace, hitting your sweet spot, you came apart on his lap, wriggling and twitching as your orgasm commanded you to. Fiery pleasure danced across your nerves and flooded your body.

"There it is. So good for me," he praised you in your ear. Your walls tightened down on his fingers and held him in place as you rolled on his hand and lap.

--

"Oh fuck make it stop," Mammon groaned.

"I'll never do it again, Lucifer, I promise," Satan sobbed.

"This sucks," Levi whimpered.

All six brothers still hung from the ceiling, but now they were audience to the sounds and scents coming from Lucifer's bedroom. Hearing your cries and smelling your sweet, illustrious body was driving them wild, and tears ran down some of their faces with pain from being so close but not enough to satiate their wicked whims of lust for you.

--

"More?" Lucifer whispered to you.

"More," you confirmed. He chuckled again, lifting you off his lap to turn and lay you against the sheets of his bed.

"I'm going to enjoy every moment of this, and I will ensure you do too," Lucifer stated, crawling to hover above you. "Your satisfaction is my goal, and we won't stop until I hear you say you've had enough."

You nodded eagerly, and he placed a passioned kiss against your lips. Straddling your thighs, he sat up to loosen and throw off his tie, followed by him unbuttoning his shirt. You marveled at his body as he revealed it to you, sculpted and divine. Tossing his shirt aside, he unbuckled his belt with one hand, looking up to find you gazing at him like he was the finest meal you'd ever seen. He smirked and sat back to stand at the edge of the bed, sending his slacks and boxers to the floor.

Quickly, he came back to you and rid you of your shirt and bra, tossing them aside with little decorum. Next came the panties and skirt, all thrown off in one swift motion. Now both fully nude, he gazed upon you, intense desire lacing his gaze.

"Perfect," he murmured, kissing you tenderly. "I can't wait to sink into you and make you mine."

Your breath hitched in your throat as he gave you loving kisses across the span of your body. His lips were softly pressed against your delicate frame, making sure to wordlessly dote on you through his actions. This went on for a while as he took his time decorating you in his passioned kisses. This was truly just about you.

"Tell me what you want, precious," he murmured against your collarbone.

"Want you," you mumbled, in a trance from his work on you. "Want you inside me."

He nearly purred at your words. "Is that right? Oh, how I've longed to hear you say that. Of course, darling," he said, only wishing to oblige your every wish.

Lucifer sat upright on his knees, taking your legs and spreading them out. His large hands took purchase of the back of your bent knees, holding you wide open for his full, uninterrupted view. He took in your glistening open cunt, the very one he's been thinking about for ages now, imagining this very moment. His cock laid against your mound, and if you looked, you'd realize just how deep he was about to be inside you.

Gazing as he towered above you, he looked beautiful. The way his mouth curved in his signature smirk, his eyes narrowed as he took you in, his strong hands holding onto your plush flesh.

"Are you ready? Once we begin, I don't think I can stop myself until we're both spent and ruined," he asked seductively. His unholy and intense crimson stare flickered back up to yours.

"I'm ready, I want you, Lucifer," you whispered desperately, your breath now so shallow and skin so hot you thought you'd nearly burst if he didn't start soon.

"Oh, MC..." he muttered. Keeping one hand in place, he took his other to take hold of his cock and rub it through your lower lips, letting your sticky slick coat his member. Your heat against his felt euphoric already, but there was still so much more to come. His head gently rubbed into your puffy clit, earning him a squirm and a whimper from you.

"So sensitive," he cooed playfully, his smirk more of a full smile with his fangs showing. "Are you sure you can handle this?" You nodded, but he tutted you. "Use your words."

"Please, Lucifer," you whined, rolling your hips. His hand still holding the back of your knee pushed your leg up higher, keeping you in place and to stop your movement.

"Please, what? Let them hear you. Let them hear what you want me to do to you," he purred.

"Please fuck me, Lucifer! Please, please, please!" You wailed to him loudly.

"There it is," he chuckled. "Yes, of course love, I'll take care of everything."

---

"Please fuck me, Lucifer! Please, please, please!"

"Oh, c'mon," Asmo sobbed profusely.

"This is torture. I can smell–" Mammon cried.

"Shut up! Everybody just shut up!" Satan barked.

All six demons were in various states of anger, jealousy, and pain from their punishment, and hearing your voice only reminded them of their predicament. To have you so close yet so far, it wasn't fair. They wanted to ravage you, to touch you, to fuck you.

---

"I'll go slow, just relax," the eldest murmured. "Tell me if we need to stop as well."

You nodded in reply, eagerly waiting for your reward. He was holding your legs again as before, and his cock was waiting right at your soft entrance, pliable and waiting for him.

Slowly, indeed, oh, so slowly, he sank his hips forward, and you let loose the most lewd moan in response to just the head of his cock breaching your depths. It was perfect, he was perfect.

"Oh, sweet thing, you're doing so good," he murmured to you, gripping onto you tighter the further he sank in. When he was finally fully sheathed inside your depths, he paused while you both adjusted to your union. A soft grunt sounded out in his throat when you clenched down, feeling him out.

"Tell me when you're ready. We can take our time," he encouraged you, his voice low, rumbling, but so soft and endearing. Even if this was a punishment for his brothers, there wasn't a reason why he couldn't savor every second, every touch, and every sound of you two being together so intimately.

"I-I'm ready," you answered quietly.

Lucifer's hips drew back slowly, and he watched as his cock withdrew from your already-slippery cunt until just the head remained. Sinking back in again, he gave another hiss as his lips curved into an approving smirk. He looked up briefly, looking as though he was thanking whoever was responsible for letting him experience the wonder that was you. When he looked back down, my, you could see the devil in him really was set ablaze by you.

His wings and horns materialized into existence, as well as the black diamond adorning is forehead. He set a slow and gentle pace at first, working to really memorize how you felt to him. How wet your walls were, the cute mewls and huffs you made, and how your flesh contoured under his grip. His fingers dug into the plush flesh of your thighs.

"Feels good," you whimpered quietly. His pace quickened only slightly as he watched your expression, ranging from bliss to concentration and then to amazement.

"Darling, I need you to do something for me," Lucifer purred to you.

"Wh-what?"

"I need you to be as loud as you want, make any noises you have to, and to enjoy everything I give to you. Scream, cry, whatever you feel like doing, I want to hear it, and I want everyone else to hear it," he commanded. "Can you do that for me, sweetness?"

"Y-Yes, okay Lucifer," you rasped.

"Good. Here, hang onto these for me," he replied with a grin, taking your hands and hooking them under your knees to replace his so that you held yourself wide open for him. His hands came down to rest on where your upper thigh and your ass joined together, and his thumbs reached across to spread your pussy lips further.

"Ahh! Oh!" You whined as he increased the pace of his thrusts and changed the angle. He was pummeling that delicious sweet spot deep inside, striking it perfectly with every pump of his hips.

"That's it, take it, darling," he rasped with a wicked smile, his own breathing hitching as he sought his own pleasure too. Watching you from his vantage point was better than any pornographic scene he could ever think of. The way your body contorted around his, how you sounded with every purposeful thrust, just the way you smelled was more than he could've hoped for. You were everything to him now; you were his new obsession, Lunatic Pudding aside. He's wanted you for so long, and now that he has you, he has to ruin you for anyone else.

"F-fuck," you muttered, almost sobbing as your orgasm started to build. Your chest tightened, your entire body set ablaze, and pools of electricity were trickling into existence deep in your abdomen. "Luci, you feel so good. So, so good," you babbled semi-coherently.

"I know, baby, I know," he murmured blissfully, his deep baritone pitch smoothing over your mind soothingly.

"Gonna cum," you whimpered, becoming slave to the onslaught of pleasure.

"Say it again, my love, louder," he encouraged, hands gripping you tighter as he pounded away at your poor pelvis.

"Please! I'm gonna cum!"

---

"No no no no–" Belphie groaned.

"Don't do it," Levi sobbed.

"Please! I'm gonna cum!"

"I'm sorry, Lucifer! Don't do this to us! We'll never do it again!" Asmo yelled as he thrashed about.

"Smells so yummy..." Beel whimpered.

Mammon and Satan had fully checked out by this point, having accepted this was their fate, and nothing could come out of fighting it or trying to escape. They merely focused on breathing through the physical pain of wanting their human so bad, being so close they could smell and hear everything, this was all they could do.

---

"So good for me. Cum for me, sweetness. You've earned your pleasure," he commanded with a low purr.

Only wordless screams and moans left your lips at this point. It was just a matter of getting you there. His hand inched over just slightly, still holding onto you where the backs of your thighs met your ass, and he thumbed over your clit. And that was what you needed to come completely undone. Your walls fluttered and simultaneously tightened down on him, making him gasp.

Feeling the rush of his own pleasure beginning to mount, he began slamming his hips into yours, completely commanded by lust.

"There! Yes! Right there!" You cried out. He grunted in reply, staying steady for you.

"Mm– hah, oh fuck–" he muttered. "Where do you want me?"

"Inside!"

A few haphazard thrusts later, his hips surged forward as he released inside your throbbing cunt, giving you every ounce of his desire. He held himself there, making sure you got every drop. There was so much that it started flooding out around his cock and down onto the sheets. Lucifer looked down to where you two were joined and admired his work, how messy you two were.

"I don't think I can stop now," he growled. He finally came forward to lay flush on you, folding your legs onto his shoulders and still very hard. "Tell me you want more."

"M-more, please," you whimpered, still in your orgasmic haze.

"That's my good little human," he murmured. Eagerly, he set a fast pace of ramming into again, listening to the squelching and whines coming from you with amusement.

---

"They aren't done?!" Levi whined out. They began to hear the sound of a certain headboard banging into the wall again, very obviously louder now than before.

"I hate him, I hate him so much," Belphie bemoaned. "I'm gonna kill him."

"Good luck. We'll be lucky if we get down from here in the next year," Satan replied in a detached tone.

Just then, Cerberus walked in and sat below the six brothers, waiting for one of them to drop. The eldest had let him in when he briefly left while you spoke with the other six. This was, well, insurance that they wouldn't try to escape yet.

---

"That's it, that's it! You're doing so well. Keep going," Lucifer encouraged you, now both of you almost having reached the point of overstimulation.

"Lu-Lucifer!"

"You're mine, all mine, beautiful," he babbled. The Avatar's lips latched onto your neck, digging his fangs into your flesh. His hands found purchase on your waist to hold you down and in place while he gave you everything he had.

"S'too much!"

"I know, love, almost there. You're so perfect for me," he mumbled against your flesh. "I'll give you whatever you want. Anything and everything is yours."

"Gonna– oh! Ohh!"

One final, long, drawn-out scream of absolute euphoria left your lips. It was the most perfect symphony to Lucifer. He gave in one more time, plunging himself fully into you and letting you have him.

He moaned beautifully in response, holding you tightly as he, too, fell apart. Several pitchy groans sounded in his throat, and his cock pulsed continuously. You felt so full, it was hard to believe there was any room left for more of his seed.

As you two came down from your highs together, you felt him lovingly stroking your body, his hands caressing your waist, hips, arms, thighs, anything within his reach.

"Thank you," he whispered. He propped himself up on one elbow.

"I feel like I should be thanking you," you answered.

"For being there for me when I lost my memory, keeping my brothers and everyone else in check, and loving me all the same throughout the entire ordeal," he clarified.

You gave a small smile, still exhausted from your romp.

"Of course, Lucifer."

"And, I should add, for helping me administer a most appropriate punishment for the lot of them."

You chuckled and cupped his cheek.

---

Silence echoed across the House of Lamentation. Cerberus had long since left the six younger brothers to hang in the desolate quiet. The sounds of vigorous fucking from upstairs had long-since stopped, and it had been nearly a day since they were all strung up there.

Lucifer strode into the library and looked around at his handiwork.

"Now, have you all learned your lesson?" He asked, arms folded.

None of them could even vocalize a proper response, only quiet and raspy groans sounding out.

"I should hope so. The effects of the pudding have worn off, so I'm going to let you all go. But let this be a reminder that, should you wish to act so foolish again, I can come up with worse punishments yet," the eldest stated.

Suddenly, the ropes vanished, and all six landed on the floor with loud thuds. None of them dare to move, bodies sore and exhausted from everything.

What a lunatic punishment indeed.

---

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[dazieswrites]

A/n: so, in advance, there are oc characters. The names are: Ryan, Tyler, Aurora, and ofc [Name]

even in other universes, i'll love you

"Dude, why are there so many butterflies today?" Stepping inside Mount Justice, Wally was bombarded by colorful butterflies. He swatted at them, trying to get the winged creatures away from his face.

Artemis popped out her head from around the corner, waving the redhead over, which he reluctantly followed.

"What's all of this abo-" The blonde puts a hand over his mouth. "You never stop talking, do you?" She hisses at him.

With a roll of his eyes, Wally averts his attention to a few other teenagers who were conversing with his friends. One person catches his attention.

A girl surrounded by butterflies.

Curiously, she observes everyone, taking an extreme interest in Kaldur, but quickly looks at the speedster with butterflies attached to his body.

He watches her eyes widen. "Oh my goodness!" She races over to him, lightly shoving past her friends, and walks over to Wally. "I'm so sorry. They don't usually act this way." Carefully she guides the creature off his body and onto hers. "I don't know what's gotten into them."

"It's, uhm, it's alright." He took in the scene, ignoring Artemis's smirk, thinking the girl before he looked like a princess straight from the movies. "I'm Wally."

"[Name]." She smiles at him, eyes crinkling, making his heart race faster than usual. "It's nice to finally meet you, Wally. Your friends speak highly of you."

"Really?" He only receives a head nod.

Wally's caught off guard when a butterfly lands on his nose. "She really likes you." [Name] can see how Miss Claudina latched onto him, almost as though she was hugging him. "Would you like to keep her?"

"[Name]! You can't just give them away!" Your team leader, Ryan, yells at her.

She gives a shrug to the boy. "If it will make Miss Claudina happy, I will."

"I don't know." Wally responses while [Name] gets dragged away. "Butterflies don't live that long. A month max."

"Not mine." You pull away to share with him. Placing your hand before your mouth so the others couldn't see, forening a secret. "They only die if you don't feed them. They die in action, or if anything happens to me. Miss Claudina should live a long life if handled correctly."

"I don't know..."

"I trust you with her."

"How will we get home?" [Name] asked, looking at the Justice League members. Her team members nodded in agreement.

"Yeah," Tyler looks at the older superheroes. "We've missed so much school."

"If Aurora got you all here in the first place," Batman looks at the girl asleep on the medical bed. "She should be able to get you back. We've tried letting her come to on her own, but we may need to try and wake her up."

[Name] and Ryan shared a look, then glanced down at their injured friend. "That will cause her more pain, yes?"

"She has already suffered enough. Can we not wait for her to wake up on her own?" The butterfly user questions, swinging her arms in protest. "She isn't in the best condition. How do we know she'll be able to use her powers?"

"You kids have been here for over two months." Canary tries to reason. "You all need to get back to your world."

"We aren't risking Aurora!"

Outside the med bay, the young justice team listens, hearing the pained voices trying to defend their friend. As much as they knew it was logical to send the group of four home, the thought of risking the youngest of the group weighed heavily.

"Hey, KF," Robin nudges Wally, knocking him out of his trance. "You gonna miss her when she leaves?"

"Who?"

"Name and probably Miss Claudina," Rob answers nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders at his friend's now sad expression. "The butterfly will probably choose her handler over you in the end, so ya know."

"Yeah, I get it, jerk."

The door to the med bay swings open, and Ryan bursts out, followed closely by [Name] and her 'friends' fluttering close behind. Ryan looks furious, his purple eyes shining with his anger.

"Ryan! Come on!" [Name] calls out chasing the brunette through the hall, to the room the leader had temporarily claimed, only to have the door closed in her face.

In front of the door, she places her forehead on the metal material as an exhausted sigh escapes her lips. This wasn't the time for them to be angry at one another; they had to keep their cools and stick together. It seemed as though others had different plans.

"You okay?"

Still with her forehead against the door, a smile stretches across her lips. One of the highlights of [Name]'s time here. "I'm fine, but the others aren't." Turning around, she met the green eyes she'd grown to adore in her time here. "You wanna watch another one of the movies from here?"

"Yeah, I'd like that." Not wanting to waste time, Wally uses his speed to get her to the couch in less than 2 seconds. "Here you are, madam."

"Aw, such a gentleman." The smile remains on her face, watching as the speedster fiddles with the remote trying to find a good movie to play. "I'm gonna miss this."

"Huh?"

"When we leave. I'm going to miss you, Wally." [Name] provides a giggle to occupy the awkward silence from her words. "Sorry for dampening the mood. It's just- it's just, the time I've spent here, with you, I'm really going to miss it."

"I'll miss it too." He puts the remote on the small table beside him, taking her hand.

Looking down at their connected hands, [Name] heart races. The excitement she feels shows in the butterflies lingering around Mount Justice. "I really like you, Wally."

"I really like you too." The speedster looks into her eyes, feeling the nervousness radiating off [Name]. "I think I fell in love with you these last few months you've been here."

"I think I'm falling."

Wally softly smiles at [Name]. "Can I kiss you?"

Nodding her head, [Name]'s eyes practically sparkle when Wally's lips contact hers. It was a quick peck, but it made the two happy. Wally practically vibrates with happiness while multiple red butterflies land on [Name]'s hair.

"Even in other universes, I'll love you, [Name]."

[vaehbae]

Peace. Quiet. Calm.

Ezra Bridger could only have dreamed of such things during his time as both an orphan, and during his time in the Rebellion. He may have experienced some of it while isolated on Peridea, but this was something he preferred more.

The view of Lothal's capital city was something that literally came from a dream. He remembered first seeing it vividly alongside the spirits of his late parents during the night he learned of their deaths. However, the dream became a reality.

The galaxy was indeed shaken following Thrawn's return, but over the past few months, the tactical genius was no match for the stubborn will of New Republic military officials, and the famous Heroes of Endor, whom with joined hands of the Heroes of Lothal, turned the tables and put Imperial Remnants to route once again.

Regardless if there was nothing safe or sacred, it was a much deserved moment of relief Ezra wished he had earned earlier. For all the strife, fighting, and death that had to resume over the desire of totalitarian madmen who wanted to reclaim control over the galaxy and restart their ideas of suffering, the best thing he could do was live for all the good people that were lost. And for a very important reason...

He had been entranced by the shining and bustling beauty of the previously envisioned city when Sabine Wren -- his wife joined his side on the balcony. In her arms, the artistically destructive Mandalorian held a still bundle in her arms. Their ninetine month old daughter, Mira Wren-Bridger.

"Everytime I see you come out here, it's like you're always distracted by something that isn't even calling your name." She quipped. Sabine sure knew how to deliver sassy remarks, even after her life changed through marriage and motherhood.

"It's a good sight to go to sleep to." Ezra replied innocently, giving off a small chuckle when he felt his longtime best friend elbow him on the side.

"Well, I don't blame ya. I remember you mentioned seeing this after realizing what happened to your parents."

In the past, Ezra would have felt a tang of pain hit his heart about such a cruel and unfair reminder, no matter the wording, but he knew he was no longer the only one to have lost family after Sabine vented to him about her Clan getting slaughtered on Mandalore.

"It's not just that anymore."

Sabine looked over at him with a questioning gaze at his comment, making sure she still maintained a fair grip on little Mira in her arms, and so that the baby would not be awaken and make a fuss.

"We've made it happen, Sabine. All of us. I know deep down, my mom and dad would've been proud to see this. Right now, however, I just don't think I could ever thank you guys enough for helping to achieve this."

"As a Mandalorian, I don't take even the smallest of promises lightly. And as much as it's exhausting to bring up... you were counting on me at the same time."

That phrase had become very synonymous with Ezra's faith in his longtime best friend, and he already knew that when she brought him home, her promise had been fulfilled. There was truly no better person than Sabine that he could ask to ensure such things were sought through to the end, and he would never have it any other way.

"And you've kept your promise, Sabine. Thank you." He told her, turning his head to meet her gaze as his lips curled up to a warm smile. That smile was shared as they kissed briefly, before finally retiring inside their tower for a good night's rest.

Ezra was still unsure what new challenges awaited him for the future, but with Sabine by his side, he felt more at ease and ready to face them head on.

It felt like I just had ASMR cleanse over my brain cells reading this. It was so nice and welcoming oh my goodness. All the stress of the final episode just washed over me with this beauty!

Thank you for submitting! Genuine, It's the perfect amount of everything but not too overwhelming and so freaking cute!

[amanitaphalloides]

can't do emojis on desktop but tea about fandom bleeding into published fiction

LOL. I don’t feel like I know enough about fiction publishing to have an opinion on how this affects trends or the industry in general, so simply as a woman who likes to read and write: extremely mixed feelings. sometimes it is really funny or even charming to me (when a mostly non-fandomy feeling book drops “he toed off his shoes” i can laugh and move on). however. i feel like many people who write fan fiction see it as fringe in such a way that they don't want to look frankly at how it influences writing style, and that can result in some very bad books. i think the "writing is writing is writing is writing!" school of thought does way more harm than good stylistically and we'd all be doing ourselves a favor to think of fic as a specific genre with specific genre conventions. and consciously or not, a lot of us practice those genre conventions for years, and i do think hopping between fic and original fiction poses some unique challenges. and sometimes this transition is executed poorly in a really obvious way. not just in the language either but also in terms of structure and idea. i think fic is so trope-forward partially because it is typically driven by pleasure-seeking, and partially because it's inherently about riffing. and this practice of RIFFING in particular stands out to me in certain contemporary novels, where it can feel like the author is trying to leapfrog over building an emotional core and instead shape it in reverse, by setting up tropes or dynamics that signify this core exists somewhere, just not on the page. and this can happen in really clear ways (trope-forward romance novels that everyone knows started as fic that include one line like "we've hated each other since we competed in our boarding school spelling bee") and more subtle ways (not to claim random authors i know nothing about are suffering from fan fiction habits but something like mrs s springs to mind. and i didn't even hate that book it just had that weird no-backstory feeling). and the fact that this so often coincides with queer lit and the perception that there's still a lack of stories just makes the whole thing feel sort of tragic.

the flip side of this is that i love fic writers, i love talking to people who find writing so fun they just do it regardless of gain, and i have found a lot of the habits and friendships i've formed through fic extremely helpful to my original fiction. i really love and support fic writers who write and publish original fiction. in a way i think fandom has a fantastic influence on publishing because it's where so many great writers practice and play. but again, ideally that involves being very mindful of the divisions instead of trying to ignore them.

overall if a fandom influence is coming through to me as the reader i'm probably not loving it. i will generally be more forgiving with romance and ya because i think they are fan fiction's closest genre cousins and have a lot of overlapping readership. lit fic i find it more annoying. little rabbit by alyssa songsiridej is another good example. also on a totally different note i think the funniest/weirdest bleed area is rpf and i am genuinely kind of pissed about the graham gore romance novel because i wanted to write that lol. anyway great question.

[blazehedgehog]

Most obvious question in the world, maybe, but hey, I'm interested! What'd ya think of today's Sonic Central?

There was a part of me that really regretted watching it. They definitely had a lot to announce, but a LOT of it was like...

Mobile games I hate (because of f2p mechanics) or cannot play (because they are in Apple Arcade jail).

Merchandise I either can't afford (Lego), don't want (a motorcycle helmet) or don't have space for (statues and action figures).

After a while I started to get that melted brain feeling like when you watch too many late night infomercials in a row. I could feel my fight or flight mechanism trying to kick in. Framing one of them as an actual infomercial did not help.

The two ones of most interest were, one, the Sonic x DC crossover.

We're going to be getting two years (24 issues?) of some sort of alternate universe where The Justice League is made up of Sonic characters. I don't know what to make of it, but I'm willing to keep an open mind about it.

There's a part of me that wonders if this is Sega testing the waters just in case IDW folds -- my understanding is they aren't very stable right now, but then I suppose the same could be said of a lot of the North American comics industry. I don't read much outside of Sonic, but I absorb some degree of the culture through my friends, and I know Marvel and DC aren't doing super well in the comics space either right now, and that's been an ongoing, long term issue (long enough term that it's been cited as the driving reason Marvel pivoted to the MCU over a decade ago, since the comics biz has been suffering so much for so long).

I floated "maybe Sega is shopping around in case IDW folds" in a Discord earlier and was told pretty definitively that's unlikely, and I think that's fair. You never know, but DC also did that ridiculous Looney Tunes crossover series a few years ago.

They just do weird stuff like this. Which is nice, really. More power to them.

The other notable thing being more information about Sonic X Shadow Generations. A peek at Mephiles, a look at more levels and bosses, and the possibility that through the time distortion Shadow finds himself in, he may be able to see and interact with Maria and Gerald again. There's mention of "correcting the timeline," which could mean a lot of things. I'm used to hearing that in comic books, where it means "we get to clean up clutter we don't like."

Speaking as someone who does not like their involvement in the story, would be funny if Shadow Generations ends with Shadow somehow making it so Gerald never made a deal with the aliens. In theory it wouldn't change our Shadow; for the same reason that in Sonic 06, defeating Iblis in the past did not get rid of him in Silver's future (see also: "Classic Sonic is from another dimension.") But I think it would be cool to say "I didn't just kill him, I erased him from the timeline."

But yeah. It continues to look cool. Cool enough that I preemptively spent my Twitch earnings to pre-order the game after the show. I won't get paid those earnings for another three weeks, but it's fine. Hopefully.

I guess they also announced they're going to be putting up the Shadow Origin series for free on Youtube starting today, when it originally sounded like those would be exclusive to the Digital Deluxe on PS5. Now the Digital Deluxe is merely getting "extended and deleted scenes." At least they'll be included with the game this time, unlike most of the other animations Sega's put out to promo a new game.

But it's very telling that their "one more thing" was a Sonic movie 3 feature that was basically just one of the... producers? writers? director? standing on the backlot telling us "the movie is going to be so good you guys" while interspersed with clips from the one and only trailer we've seen. I can feel myself being carried away on everyone else's hype for that movie, but the realistic expectations in my heart is that, bare minimum, I personally won't like it.

Outside of that first movie I haven't felt like this series has been put together very well and I could see it all crashing and burning with this third movie.

[angie-long-legs]

Hi, first half of the happy couple again, listen I'm done bad and I actually might suffer from clinical death idk

So a couple of days ago she was over at my place. She came before lunch and left after midnight and we spent the whole day together and it just felt awfully domestic? When I spent hours with her in one of our residencies I always think that this is what it'll feel like if when we move in together and that makes me so emotional and overwhelmed with joy? It's actually insane.

So, I started boiling some pasta for lunch but I was dumb and I forgot to do the dishes before boiling the pasta, so I didn't have a place to strain it, and I couldn't take care of the dishes because I had to watch over the pasta and the sauce at the same time, so I asked her to lend me a hand. Usually I do majority of the cooking and baking and she sits there looking pretty and trying to sample all of the ingredients and I always have to say "Bae, no, there's raw egg in that thing" bc I don't want her to die of stupidity, but then she wants to do the dishes after to make up for not participating in the actual cooking process.

I usually don't let her do the dishes bc I don't want to feel like I'm making her do chores in my house cause I have this insecurity and I think she'll subconsciously start hating me if I make her do chores and such, but she's always so excited to do the dishes and says it's her favourite house chore, and that day I really needed help quickly so I asked if she could do them. She was really excited and took of her rings to get washing but then forgot about them.

The rest of the day went nicely and when it was after midnight and time for her to go, she remembered of her rings and went to put them on. After that we cuddled for a little while on the couch and I was so sleepy and unfiltered and I started playing around with her rings, and in one hand she had one ring on her ring finger and the other on the pointer and I don't know what compelled me to do it but I took the ring off her pointer and put it on my own ring finger and so we had rings together while cuddling and holding hands

And the crazy thing about this was that my brain said "aww, it looks like we're married" and then "holy shit, I want to marry her rn actually" and my eyes started getting all teary because of how absolutely overwhelmed by pure bliss and love I was at that moment, but I tried not to cry, because if I did, then she'd ask what's wrong and I'd have to explain the situation and she'd think I'm insane.

BUT THEN she said something along the lines of "this, but with wedding bands" while looking at the ring on my finger and then I actually start crying bc it felt like a promise, you know? And I really wanted that. I really do want that. And then she went home and we texted for a while and we spoke about that a bit longer and she was like "one day I WILL marry you 😁" and I was just sobbing over my phone bc I really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really do want to marry her, like, asap.

Which is insane and maybe kinda pathetic bc I've known her for a little over half a year and we've been dating for three months?? And I can casually picture us growing old together? And she says it's the same for her? And I've liked people before, but never like this. Never this sensation of yes, this is, undeniably, my soulmate. My "the one".

Domestic romance was something Angel had assumed he would never experience. For whatever reason, at whatever point in his life, he learned and re-learned that loving someone normally just wasn't an option for people like him.

But he wanted it. No matter how much he tried to tell himself he didn't, that he was happy with casual relationships, that sex without love was enough for him, he knew in his heart that it wasn't. It never would be.

"You guys are makin' me sick. That's fuckin' adorable. If ya get married, I betta' be the one ta catch the bouquet, or I'll be whippin out the tommies faster than ya can say 'I do'."

[warp-au]

WHY HAS NOBODY ASKED ANYTHING!?!?

Bill.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE!?

Bill calm down.

AREN'T WE INTERESTING ENOUGH FOR THESE LOWLIFES!?-

BILL SHUT UP. It hasn't even been 24 hours yet, be grateful we've gotten any likes.

But I'm bored. You said these people found me interesting.

Yeah I also said there's millions of people out there so slow your roll and chill out, questions will come in for us soon, in the meantime how about we tell some of our stories? I know you enjoy that.

...very well blue, oh I got a good one! How about the time when you went to the Slasher universe and got into MAJOR beef with Ghostface?

I remember that, fond memories, I remember I believe I was actually hanging out with Sid so it must've been Scream 1.

Yeah it was, I already knew that!

You remembered that?

You knocked out Stu and forced him to watch the FNAF movie, how can I forget that?

....

You forgot that part didn't you?

Well sorry it's hard to recall anything past getting smashed over the head with a dining room chair and throwing Billy and Randy out of a window. Macher and Loomis are lucky I didn't let Sid kill them like in the canon.

I still don't understand why you let them all live, it would've been so fun to burn the place down.

They'll live to suffer more agony then their deaths would've brought to them. Plus nothing was better than watching Myers throw Loomis like a ragdoll. :)

Or the looks on their faces when they saw me!

That too. I haven't been checking in on things over there lately, I hope everything is fine.

Don't worry blue I've been filling in for ya!

...Bill what have I said about showing up at the asylum?

BUT THEIR FACES!-

God what am I gonna do with you..

:)

Well I guess to explain to the reader what exactly "the asylum" is-

Blue and I collect insane people like you humans collect Pokemon!

After the gates started opening Afterlife was dealing with a very strong wave of killers and the amount of deaths was causing mass hysteria so me along with the rest of the deities decided to capture and contain these anomalous beings, from creepypastas to serial killers, Dahlia Asylum is one of the things that keeps our worlds safe, think Arkham Asylum meets SCP foundation.

And blue is in charge of the asylum and the task forces sent out to capture them all!

Bill himself was once a resident of the asylum, one of the more problematic ones at that, another reason he's with me.

Let's not talk about that right now k blue?

Yeah, another time Bill..

I'm gonna go check on dinner or annoy pinetree or something.

I thought you wanted to talk to people?

Maybe next time.

Very well then, we'll be going now, enjoy your life till next time dear reader and goodbye!<3

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Trimax Thoughts Vol. 11 Pt. 1

Well, we're back after last week's suffering. Stream of consciousness ahead!

First off I find this a clever way to hide the hair! Dynamic posing! The poor unsuspecting fools who haven't read volume 10 would look at this and have no idea why we're sad.

Live Zazie reaction:

Augh, Livio driving the car... Vash asleep in the back... this does something to me.

He's so cute. He's not suffering or anything look at him.

Both Brad and Livio reaming him out for being too trusting that's so funny to me

To be quite honest, I feel like Livio was very much a victim in all this... that doesn't make him blameless in the situation but it was very much Chapel who grievously injured Wolfwood enough that he chose to take the double vials, and it was him who manipulated Razlo to be dependent on him and Livio to think serving was his only purpose. That said, there's something very heartwarming about Brad being so upset over Wolfwood's death considering his usual untrusting nature and the fact that he really didn't know him that well.

Livio apologizes for his body stopping the bleeding so soon after getting punched. Buddy. No. 😂😭

I feel so bad for the Plants in all this. However, much as it sucks for humanity, I'm very glad to know they can exert enough influence in order to resist killing their sisters and brother and are able to express their free will in some way... could they have refused commands before this point then? If so, that begs the question of why they didn't.

Someone arriving from space???

Oh, so the Plants feel an affinity with Knives. Is that because they agree with him and his methods? Is it because he's absorbed so many of their sisters already? Do they feel his pain and loneliness? I'm so curious.

Meryl!!! I missed yoouuuuu (and she immediately sticks out her tongue and flips a double bird at authority. love her.)

I love this... such a sweet and quiet moment with these two amidst the chaos. Milly putting her perceptiveness to good use to try and support Meryl as best she can. It makes me wonder about that 7-8 month gap and how these two survived not just what is basically the apocalypse, but also the struggle of Meryl's trauma from having Vash's memories dumped on her. I bet Milly was pretty instrumental during that period.

"It's too bad it will never be the same again." IN COMES VASH THE STAMPEDE SWINGING IN ON A LADDER

AUGHHHHHHH. This is so sweet aaaaaaa. Oh my god I just realized this is the first time they've actually seen each other since that town chased Vash out and Meryl had a breakdown. Where he thought she was scared of him. But she wasn't!!! He started to realize it after Marlon, but now he sees it!!! They are. so precious to me... :')

The Earth fleet is close!!! ...that's kind of bad actually.

Luida: "What happened to your hair?" Vash, very loudly: "ANYWAYS TIME FOR THE LAST STAND HUH?"

Oh Milly... I'm intrigued by the way she just plays along with it... she really is a lot like Vash. I wonder why Brad even did that though. I kind of feel like it was to keep people from acting aggressively towards Livio, as saying he died would lead to questions that would probably reveal Livio was at the center of it. Not for Livio's sake of course (I don't think Brad really cares about him) but Vash trusts him, Wolfwood sacrificed himself for him, and they really can't afford infighting at this point. ...never mind that Milly wouldn't have reacted that way anyways.

Ok lol I'd just been thinking "what happened to Zazie's arm and then..

hdjfhbvdjfvh

Oh, the coins are back. Interesting. Legato faceoff soon?

The hurt is palpable with poor Livio here...

Oh! I was right about Brad's reasoning! Cool! Also I think that's the friendliest we've ever seen Brad-

HJDHBJDHCBS???

BRANDON I'VE SAID IT BEFORE BUT EVERY INTERACTION YOU RISE FURTHER UP MY LIST OF FAVOURITE SIDE CHARACTERS

"Ya need to learn to let people help ya out" <-YES.

And of course Vash deflecting by playing up and overdramatizing what is probably a genuine reaction... I really think he knows this already but he's walled himself off so long. He appreciates everyone, he really does, but... them getting hurt is always going to be far worse than them being disappointed in him or himself getting hurt. It's not just because he cares about them... it's also just as much because he cares very little for himself. I also think he just... can't, right now. "Don't tell me something like that now" <- yeah because he's a gaping wound at this point. All he's done is put a stopper on his fresh grief, and he cannot afford to open it else he'll probably shatter and he can't right now.

??? Did Legato just kill Zazie? (Or I guess Zazie's body...) Also, he can walk again??? Huh???

Wow Zazie just took out Elendira and Knives... that's impressive actually.

AND THEY HAD A WORM IN THEIR VAGINA???

Oof, I don't actually want that to happen to Knives... that's pretty horrifying.

Ok. Ok Legato. I will readily admit you are one of the coolest people in this manga. That's incredibly badass. The amount of mental coordination he'd need to puppet himself around is incredible. And the reveal that he is literally puppeteering is fascinating. GIVE ME THE FORBIDDEN LEGATO LORE

So Vash is... making bullets with his powers? Ok... interesting. Wonder what they do? ...also he's using more of his powers. Hm. :/

Whjdfhsdfhb Livio jumpscare

Look at my dorky little guy

I'm so happy for him and his new haircut/outlook. (I bet Vash would know a little something about that huh? *cough cough* Eriks)

??????????? Hi Zazie. This was random...?

Oh, so this is Chronica! She's introduced pretty late in the manga. She's also an Independent it seems! And much more knowledgeable than either Vash or Knives. There's an entire generation of Independents from Earth! They have implanted neural blockers to prevent fusing??? Implications that fusing like what Knives is doing has happened before??? Hello??? Need to chew on this.

Vash WHAT are you doing freaking out like that hdfjhbsdfvh. Livio trying to calm him down like :|

Hjhsbjdfhbvs now they're all screaming at the bug... which. which is drawn like this.

...I wonder if Nightow-sensei was also upset by volume 10 and the rampant comedy right now is him coping...

Hjhdbfjhbfv they're so stupid

"...i'm gonna touch it" energy. HHDBSHCBHJBEJ VASH NO

...you know I do think there is something to be said about Vash acting like the irresponsible and foolish brother to... Wolfwood's brother. There's just. Yeah.

I love them both so much they are so stupid

Vash calling Elendira a bitch is so funny to me, especially because before the Ark he didn't seem to really know her at all. How much do you want to bet she dropped by just to annoy and vaguely threaten Vash and Legato while they were locked in that 7 month stalemate. Vash hears her walking into the room and is just like "GDI NOT AGAIN LEAVE ME ALONE".

Livio beloved... finally he's found purpose for himself... (please be careful against Elendira... I love you.......)

"Sometimes it's not easy to explain the power of someone's presence. Especially when it's someone so greatly and deeply connected to you. Some people can't even say it. But this helped Vash the Stampede realize... that he was feeling the same thing in his heart." <-he continues to haunt the narrative... but gosh what a thing to communicate to the reader here. what a thing, to realize how much you cared too late... but what a thing, also, to realize you had at all :') they both miss him so much… but he’s also their resolve

FINALLY we get to know how the Plants feel about all this!!! I feels so bad for them man. I feel they're similar to Vash in that they don't want anyone hurt really... but they're not able to fight their own fight. Pretty heartbreaking stuff.

Meryl... :'(

YES MILLY. CALL HIM OUT! Meryl is worried. Let her be worried.

AUGHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE!!! He's going to come back it means he's going to come back it means don't worry I'll find you again I'll come and find you this time I ahsjdcbhasjdvhbsjfhbv Vash you can be so sweet when you are not actively avoiding any and all emotional situations with people who care about you!!!

Chronica's going to turn off her limiter :O

Elendira: Hi :) *stabs you*

"I don't like nice men. They die so easily. He was like that too." <- Oh you did not just go there.

Elendira I think just has no faith in people. She looks actually a bit upset when she says "they die so easily" about "nice men". Then there's the "no matter what Vash the Stampede does, there will always be humans who ruin it." She's decided that while she wants Knives to succeed... if he doesn't, she'll just end the world regardless. Hm. Elendira you are so interesting to me.

Ohh... protecting the kids... Livio... :')

It's JASMINE???

YES! Livio has found his resolve! The cloak from Jasmine, the hat from the little kid! You can do it buddy!

[marlowethelibrarian]

Writeblr Interview!

tagged by @saturnine-saturneight [here] !! Thanks for the tag!!

Short stories, novels, or poems?

I've written short stories and I'm working on a novel!! I think my short stories have all been pretty ass tbh. I think most of the ones I wrote were trying to be novels actually. I think I should read more short stories before I write them.

I'm not a super poetry person though lol

What genre do you prefer reading?

I read a lot of fucking fantasy. Other fiction too, but fantasy is pretty much where I sit in the readersphere.

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

I think I'm a bit more of a write as I go kind of a person in that my best ideas tend to pop up in the process of writing though I usually have a larger structure I'm vaguely following.

I've done enough reading that I think I've internalized some things about pacing and story beats that it just flows out.

What music do you listen to while writing?

Villain playlists on youtube. I don't really think about the songs too much in general tbh, I just want a catchy beat.

Favorite books/movies?

Stuff that makes me think!!! I love a good grip on character and an examination of why people Do That. The locked tomb book series is such a vibe for me rn, and I really liked Everything Everywhere All at Once. That shit laid me right out.

1000x Resist is also a video game that has it's fucking grip on my soul rn.

Any current WIPs?

I've got Project Cannibalism and the summer leagues OCT right now! I'm playing with some other ideas rn but that's just play atm.

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you what would your standard outfit be?

Wizard outfit.

I do, in fact have a wizard outfit I made myself, because I'm a huge nerd and a LARPer. It's why my little sphere self has a wizard hat. It's because I'm a wizard.

The wizard hat is a brown wool with a gold hat band and gold bead and chain dangles from the brim. The hat is a long maroon red duster with gold embroidery on the cuffs.

Create a character description of yourself:

Marlowe's round, expressive face grins wide and laughs a touch too boisterously, the short floppy crop of black hair bouncing over the brow framed lenses.

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

Not on purpose! I often feel like I am exploring a type of person as I write a character and trying to portray someone I know already from the outside in feels counter productive to that.

Are you kill happy with your characters?

There's more interesting ways to make characters suffer than killing them.

Coffee or Tea while writing?

I just forget to drink, honestly.

Slow or fast writer?

As it turns out, I write pretty damn quickly.

Where/who/what do you draw inspiration from?

I think I draw a lot of inspiration from going like wouldn't be fucked up if a guy hit another guy with a rock?

Also tbh from rps I've had with my partner, books I read, questions I have about life, or people. I like looking at the natural world and being like wow how about that thing no fantasy author would have made up in a million years that actually exists in our actual factual world?

But sometimes it really is just

wouldn't it be fucked up?

And to explore the implications out from there.

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

Wizard!! We've covered this, I'm a little wizard guy. I'm a library wizard. Wizard is my gender, I'm a wizard.

Most fav book cliche:

Idk, usually i prefer execution over cliches. I do enjoy a good enemies to lovers though.

Least favorite cliche:

Right now I'm pretty tired of reading about revolutions ngl. I think it's overused, especially by people who don't actually understand what it means to do a revolution. Especially YA revolutions where it's like some kind of metaphor for finding yourself and the evil government is like wantonly murdering their own subjects because they "failed at their jobs" or whatever.

1000x Resist managed to do a revolution I wasn't immediately rolling my eyes at though, possibly because it was a story about a revolution and not necessarily a revolution about other things. It was rooted in real life politics and it didn't pull its punches, didn't romanticize the idea of revolution.

1000x resist is honestly so good everyone go play it.

Favorite scene to write?

I really like writing scenes that make me cry and will hopefully hurt any reader's feelings ngl. I also quite enjoy a fight scene!

Reason for writing?

Idk I just do. I like to write and I've been writing since I was 10, typing my first self insert naruto fanfiction out on word and being excited that I was the one who was making the characters do things. I'd been a voracious reader since even before I could read myself, bothering my parents to read me books constantly. Trying the magic myself seems kind of inevitable.

I'd like to be published some day though! I'm hoping to shop Project Cannibalism around to publishers though I'm not opposed to self publishing either.

tagging: +open!!!

[magiclwritings]

Sometimes he was truly left in awe of those around him. And maybe that was why magical creatures were always made out to be stuck up and overbearing. But as Apollo raced around their room when Isaac's magic finally waned was possibly the funniest thing he'd ever witnessed. He didn't dare say a word though. This was serious, and it was. Theo was something very serious. He just nodded and did as Apollo asked which he'd found challenging for the first attempt at moving after the fact.

His cheeks reddened and he held onto Apollo for support out of the bed. Perhaps he'd asked for it a little too rough. No such thing. But still, he gladly helped Isaac dress and fix his bed ruined curls until he looked mildly respectable. He truly wasn't worried about rejoining the two but he knew Apollo was going to get the ass about it and so he kissed him softly and brought his boyfriend in for another tight hug. "Ya go' ta take a breath, Apollo." He told him, kissing his temple gently and he nuzzled his nose just under the other's ear. "We gon' figure this ou'. Especially wit' all the help." He'd meant that genuinely but he needed him to know he'd meant it. Regardless of how they'd gotten sidetracked, Theo was the focus.

"Magic isn't just a linear thing." Cass countered but he couldn't deny that Oliver had a point. Even if he didn't want to admit that for once his brother was going to pull through. He'd never say that to his boyfriend but he supposed if he was going to have this man in his life, then he'd have to start trusting his feelings too. It wasn't as if Olive had ever lead him in a wrong direction. Or to work with men that could possibly kill him and/or everything and everyone he's ever loved ever. "And I don't think what's going on with this little one has much to do with what happened to those two." Cass tried his best to not roll his eyes but still found it happening despite himself. "Don't repeat that." He quickly added, knowing damn well Oliver was going to only want to know what that meant even more.

Cass turned finally to see the pair of them coming down. Though the tension seemed lessened, he didn't take kindly to being disrespected in such a way. But he'd swallow it for Apollo. Hopefully whatever that was, fixed his little problem for the time being. He had really hoped that Apollo's theory of them all growing out of this phase one day was true because if not ..., well, there really wasn't another alternative, Cass hated his life without Maddox in and would suffer the world to continue to make it happen. "Oliver says we've got to get on Orion's spell." He didn't wait for Apollo to agree or redirect anywhere, they'd wasted enough time and the blond preferred to keep the peace so long as it was allowed.

"Oliver?" He asked, watching Isaac pluck the sleeping boy into his arms and switch seats with the man in question. He looked ... settled, almost serene like. Cass hadn't had the chance to ever see Isaac in such a fashion, so unbothered. It wasn't a wonder why Apollo had been attracted to him but now, without all the fury, he could see why. Beautiful. The blond shook his head and found his hand in Oliver's before he knew it. "There's everything you could need and more in the house if need be, what can I do to help you?"

It was nothing new for Cassio to see Apollo naked. It wasn’t anything new for him to see Apollo post sex, though he didn’t dare mention that to Issac because he didn’t want his best friend murdered. Of course, he participated when Cassio had seen him in such a state. He had never seen Apollo in a post-sex haze with someone else. He couldn’t look at his friend as he stood in their bedroom doorway. Apollo’s stared at the comforter, brow furrowed. He had forgotten entirely that Cassio and Oliver were even downstairs. His heart raced, and he sat up, clutching at his chest. “Fuck,” He muttered as the door closed and Isaac locked it. Apollo had forgotten that Theo was downstairs. “What the fuck?” He said again, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and slipping out of it. 

He searched wildly around the room, gathering his clothes and tossing them on messily. It wasn’t like him to get swept up in the moment like that or to forget something as huge as a kid claiming to be his son. He had a spell to perform, he had answers to get, and he was up here fucking? “How did I…” He muttered, picking up Isaac’s shirt instead of his own and tossing it backward to his boyfriend. “That wasn’t…” Apollo hopped on one foot, putting his socks on. “I’ve never…”

When he was dressed, Apollo turned to Isaac, seeing him still on the bed with his clothes in front of him. “Isaac,” He said breathlessly, his pupils blown out and his gaze wild. “I think there’s some kind of magic protecting Theo or-or stopping me from performing this spell to find more answers. I think we were victims of it. Like a distraction spell or a protection one? To prevent us from finding the truth of what’s going on.” He had never heard of such a thing, but when magic was involved, anything was possible. “Get dressed,” Apollo said as he made his way to Isaac, leaning forward to kiss the top of his head. “And let’s get downstairs. I’ll have Cassio analyze us to see what kind of traces that magic was so we know what we’re dealing with.” 

Oliver was shocked to see Cassio return alone. Something isn’t right. He felt it in his bones. Apollo and Isaac didn’t act like this; it wasn’t the first or even fifth fight they had seen the couple have. It never ended up with them abandoning the company to fuck it out. “But if Theo’s mom did this and altered all our memories, she’d have to be around us. You’ve probably met her, and Isaac probably has, but I’ve never met her. She wouldn’t even know about me unless it’s a proximity thing around Theo. Like anyone around him gets their memories jumbled, but the neighbor watching him remembered him.” Oliver stroked the boy’s hair, pushing it away from his forehead. Was it wrong that he hoped he was Apollo’s son? Because he didn’t want his new nephew to not be in his life as selfish as that was. “We have to do my brother’s spell and get to the bottom of Theo and whatever happened to Apollo and Isaac.”

[here2bbtstrash]

birthday drabble 12 - jhs

@hobi-gif asked: 26 and hobi because i’m gonna try and make you write more oral and there aren’t ever enough hoseok fics please

alright. we've reached our final drabble of the day, and this one needs a little intro.

here's the thing. nothing personal to anyone who suggested this prompt specifically - i mean i AM the oral queen so i don't blame y'all 😇 and i chose this prompt list so really it's on me lmao - but i hate it. i hate it so much, i don't think it's hot *at all*, AND IT GOT REQUESTED SERIOUSLY LIKE 4 TIMES, YA FREAKS

so. i decided to uh..... take this in a slightly different direction. i think my brain was melting from writing so much porn and i figured this would be a good (read: insane) way to round out the smut party 😂 love you hope~ and i hope you can still enjoy this. and my sincerest apologies to jung hoseok, at least i made him good at oral okay!!!!

pairing: hoseok x reader contains: smut!! basically a crack fic with oral lmao. dirty talk (both abysmal and not), cunnilingus, fingering, a little teasing/begging, edging if you squint?, reader is kinda mean lol, i'm so sorry hobi summary: hoseok is so good at giving head, but so bad at talking dirty. it really makes things difficult.

want more? check out all my birthday drabbles here! requests for these are now closed 💜

Hoseok is so much better when he's not fucking talking. Once his head is between your legs, it's amazing. It's just enduring everything that comes before that can be kind of excruciating.

Because he is so fucking bad at talking dirty.

You’re still trying to figure out where he gets the shit he says from– either bad porn or terrible romance novels is your best guess. And it’s not like you suffer in silence. You take every opportunity to correct him, and he’s improved vastly from when you first started hooking up. You’ve finally convinced him to remove the word ‘boobies’ from his vocabulary, for instance.

But now the horrible ones sneak up on you when you least expect it, usually either leaving you disgusted enough that you momentarily shove him away, or laughing so hard you nearly knee him in the face.

When you realized how terrible he truly was at it, you did your best to convince Hoseok that it was fine. You don’t need dirty talk to get off. He could just touch you, taste you, fuck you, and it would be plenty. But that was before you knew him as well as you do now, and you weren’t aware of the strong perfectionist streak within him. Hoseok does not like being bad at something, and now that you’ve pointed out a flaw, he’s more determined than ever to do it right, to practice until it’s perfect.

At least his oral skills are worth suffering for. You really don’t understand how he’s good at the thing that is objectively much harder, yet so bad at just fucking talking.

Tonight, Hoseok’s got you stripped naked on his couch, and you spread your legs accommodatingly as he moves to kneel in front of you. “Wanna taste you,” he groans against your thigh, and you let out a breathy sigh. Good, that one was good.

“Wanna lick that kitty.” You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, and you hear Hoseok laugh a little.

“Fuck, I’m so bad at this. I really promise I’m trying.”

You open your eyes to look at him, and his cheeks are flushed pink with embarrassment. “Maybe you need to try less. The first one was fine. Just please don’t call it a kitty.”

“Pussy?”

“That’s fine.” His mouth is ghosting over you as you have this discussion, and it’s all you can do to keep yourself from grabbing the back of his head and shoving him down. You’d prefer to power rank the various terms for vagina when you’re not ridiculously aroused and dying for contact, but Hoseok has repeatedly asked that you correct him in the moment.

“Or I’ll never learn!” He always insists.

You deserve a medal for your service, you think to yourself, and then you gasp a little as his tongue brushes over you.

For a person who tends to prefer things neat and tidy, Hoseok is sloppy when it comes to giving head, in the best way possible. He loves to start off with long, slow licks, flat tongue dragging over you, so teasing that it’s nearly torture for how good it feels.

Pleasure coils tight in your belly as he works to pull soft noises out of you. Between his diligent mouth and your own wetness that’s been building up all night, you’re fucking soaked, and desperate for more.

He pulls away briefly with a smack of his lips. “Mmm, tastes good.”

You sigh a little but decide to allow that one. Being complimented on your flavor has never done anything for you personally, but you’re not gonna stop a man from talking positively about the taste of pussy. Feminism, or something.

“Keep going,” you whine softly, and he does, settling at your clit and moving more intentionally now. You can barely keep your own tongue in your mouth as you watch his flicker over you again and again. The strong muscle of his jaw works tirelessly, like he could do this all day, and you lean back on your forearms to enjoy the show.

When he slips two fingers into you, you exhale a heady moan of relief, spreading your legs wider to allow him access. He presses intently on your g-spot, rhythmically, enough that your hips start rolling in time.

“Feels so fucking good, Hoseok,” you offer in encouragement. You can feel your orgasm starting to build, and you whimper when his mouth momentarily leaves you.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

He always fucking does this. As annoying as you find it, you kind of get it, that he wants to hear the things you’ll say so he can repeat them back to you, his own way of practicing. You’re sure he’s in need of the ego boost, too, so you’re willing to play along for a little bit.

“I want your mouth.” The words come out on a whine as his fingers start to pick up speed.

“Yeah?” He presses a teasing kiss right above your clit, and you’re keyed up enough that you hiss and flinch slightly. “Where, baby?”

You groan a little more, trying not to lose it. “On my fucking cunt.”

You don’t use the word often, and Hoseok raises an eyebrow in response, like you’ve said something naughty. “Ooh, is that right?”

“Yes, Hoseok.” He’s killing you. “Please.”

“What should I do with my mouth?”

“Make me come.” You can’t stress the words enough, hips lifting up unsubtly towards him as his fingers continue to work you.

“Uh-huh. How bad do you want it?”

That’s it. You can’t fucking do this. “Hoseok!” You cry, ending his game of twenty questions. “I don’t want to fucking talk anymore!”

“Oh, so impatient!” He chides with a grin, rubbing even harder against your front wall, enough that you throw your head back and make a frustrated noise. He drops his mouth close, so close, to where you need him, voice low as he continues. “Just for that, I’m gonna suck your clit ‘til you go blind.”

Your head snaps up at that one.

“Jung Hoseok!” You shout his name so loudly– and not out of pleasure– that he withdraws and leaps back from you, eyes wide in sheer terror. “What the fuck?!”

“W-was that one not good?”

“Why are you bringing visual impairments into your fucking dirty talk?!”

He sputters for a second. “I was trying to be creative.”

You have to bury your face in your hands as pleasure and disgust twist together in your stomach. This is practically turning into unintentional edging.

“Hobi,” you start, your voice slightly muffled. “Can you please just eat me out?” You level your gaze on him. “I’m either going to die or kill you if I don’t come right now. Please.”

"Okay, okay," he relents, laughing a little at the fact that you're clearly on the brink of insanity. "No more talking."

To your overwhelming relief, Hoseok crawls back towards you and does as he’s told, and weird ableism aside, he makes good on his promise. You instinctively reach out to claw at the couch cushions beneath you when he closes his lips around your clit and sucks hard, fingers returning to beckon inside you, now at an unrelenting pace.

It’s so fucking good– and you were so fucking close– that there’s no stopping you now. You wind your fingers through his hair, holding him firmly to your core, and your thighs start to shake as your orgasm finally crests.

“Yes, oh fuck, just like that–” you gasp, and then you lose your grip on your ability to speak; you can only cry out as relief washes over you.

Your walls flutter around Hoseok’s fingers, and he hums against you gently as he continues to move his tongue, drawing out the waves of your climax for as long as he possibly can.

When the motions go from pleasurable to overwhelming, you release your grip on his hair and he backs off, moving up to sit next to you on the couch.

“I love making you come,” he says sheepishly as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. It's enough to make you feel a little bad about being so mean. He really is trying.

“Want you to fuck me, Hoseok,” you breathe, your head buzzing with the rush of post-orgasm chemicals. You’re smiling, still blissed-out, as you hook your thumbs into his belt loops to tug him closer to you.

“Yeah, baby?” He purrs. “Then why don’t you bend over and let me give you this penis?”

You laugh so hard you fall off the couch.

[yokohamabeans]

Do you think any of the Tenjiku boys ever killed anyone? Beside the Haitanis I mean. Izana asked Mucho to kill for him during the Kantou Incident and Mucho didn't hesitate to try and slash Angry, then Kaku stopped him and said something about not letting Tenjiku corrupting him too soooo... Any thoughts on that?

Good day to ya Anon!!

Aside from the Haitani Bros, we've only heard about Izana driving a kid to suicide when he was 12 (Chap 173). He also apparently brutalized that kid's friends to 'the point of no recovery', so that's pretty close to killing someone too, if you ask me!

As for my headcanons/beliefs about the other Tenjiku guys - TLDR:

At the point of Tenjiku: No, I don't think any of them have killed anyone.

At the point of Rokuhara Tandai / KMG: No too, but they're probably more desensitized to the idea of manslaughter after being around South.

At the point of adulthood (In the Naoto-Got-Shot Timeline): Yeah, they've probably had a number of deaths to their names assuming they've all remained in the underworld. Honestly speaking, even in the other timelines, as long as they stuck with Izana it's likely they all became criminals (except Mucho, maybe). Kakucho, who's the most pacifistic of them all, did not hesitate in shooting Takemichi, so he's probably already used to killing people by that point. And if Kakucho's done it, I'm sure the others would have too. As for the Bonten Timeline: It's canon, they've killed many.

If you're asking me about their inclination for homicide... I think with the exception of Kakucho and Kokonoi, all of them would kill someone even at the point of Tenjiku tbh, but their feelings about / motivations and causes for killing will differ.

Mucho: Will kill out of duty / necessity + Will kill in a fit of rage (as shown with Angry). I suppose that counts as pre-meditated murder because Izana previously told him to, but I don't think he'll kill anyone for pleasure or take joy in it. I think he'll generally be rather indifferent to having killed someone actually, just seeing it as part of the job, but will likely also silently suffer some existential guilt. He doesn't strike me as someone who will mull on or regret his actions, so if he does turn over a new leaf, it'll be more like 'what's done is done, all I can do is atone for it' and not 'I wish I never stuck a knife in that guy all those years ago!!'

Mocchi: Will ACCIDENTALLY kill someone in a fight. Mocchi has been shown to have at least some moral standards so he won't want to murder anyone. (Besides, where's the fun in fighting a dead guy?) But then again, he's also pretty reckless and seems prone to losing himself in a fight (which is probably how he ended up beating a policeman up even though that's a really senseless thing to do) so I think it's possible that he may go too far with the punches. But if he does end up killing someone, he'll probably feel more guilty than the Haitani Brothers and be more emotional about it than Mucho. His first kill will probably eat him up quite a bit.

Shion: I think he will be open to the idea of killing for street cred, or THINK he is some hardass who won't hesitate to put a bullet in someone, but I see him simply just chickening out at the very last minute tbh haha. Like while raining down punches with his knuckle-dusters, he'll be like "eh?? this guy isn't moving?? Am I really gonna do it?? Am I really gonna kill this guy???" and then stop at the fatal punch and go "you're not worth it, consider this as me being merciful!!" or something haha. If driven enough he may also end up killing someone after all. I think he'll be incredulous about it and the incident may even make him even more out of control. Honestly with Shion, his head is so far up his ass that it’s hard to tell where his morals lie…. (I’m sorry Shion fans, I say this affectionately)

Because CB3 included them in Tenjiku, I'll include Sanzu / Hanma / Kisaki but there isn't much to say--these guys WILL kill and HAVE killed (except Hanma, but we all know it's just a matter of time....)

[floosies]

Salvatore

pairing: mob!jake lockley x oc!fem

warnings: slow burn, pining, cursing, mentions of violence, smut, mentions of dr*gs 18+ ONLY

(A/N: I thought it would be nice to do a double to make up for how long it takes me to write these chapters. I apologize btw)

tagging: @lex-the-flex

"...tell me that your thoughts are all of me sweetheart, all day long I wonder why we're far apart..."

5.

The day after that shit meeting Rogers and Barnes decided to have a somewhat private get together to talk about it. Alicia hadn't expected to be there and she didn't expect to see Rogers' wife. The men stated that they needed the opinions of two outsiders with experience which was fair enough to Alicia.

"It was a fuckin circus and then for her to bring up the rogue sister for solid evidence, give me a fuckin break." Barnes said as he poured everyone's drinks from his bar. The blonde man shrugged, "we've told her that the girl isn't reliable. After that stunt she pulled two years ago, Romanoff is lucky we didn't kick her out then and there." He was talking about the time her sister gave false information on a potential problem to keep her client safe. She worked for hire and had no real alliances except for her sister.

Still the way Jake spoke to Alicia left a sour note, "he just doesn't get that these things come with the territory." Before either of the men could say anything Rogers' wife and her friend said something, "not really. If we're being honest here its mostly an inheritance issue. People who didn't inherit this life suffer the real blows." He smiled at his wife, "she's right Alicia. I didn't inherit any of this, but your uncle helped me get to where I am now-" "I did, but c'mon pal if ya hadn't stepped in Brooklyn would have been a mess by now."

Barnes could tell she wasn't happy with that answer and neared to where she was sat, "he shouldn't have gave you that kind of tone but he has a right to be upset. He started with nothing and he's trying to get in good with europeans who were handed down their wealth." She knew he was right but she wanted to sulk some more. Rogers interjected again, "for that same reason we gotta talk to him. He's built a good reputation with our clients and he's sharp, we need that." They nodded and then Roger's wife joked, "he'd run you out of New York if he didn't like Alicia."

Her face burned from the embaressment, "we're not school kids and he doesn't like me." Rogers laughed loudly and her uncle rolled his eyes, "Jake is practically a lost puppy around you. He has my blessing though." She rolled her eyes as they kept joking about her that night.

-

The men did as they said they would. It had been some time since they'd traveled up north from Brooklyn. They arrived to the Heights finding Lockley in his office finishing up a conversation with an elderly woman who thanked him in spanish for his help. Both Rogers and Barnes smiled and greeted her as she left.

After she left Barnes closed the office door, "look at you being a good guy." Jake chuckled, "old ladies love a good kid." He continued as he grabbed some glasses and poured brown liquor into them, "she helped raise me, she just wants someone to keep an eye out for the kids who play around her building." They nodded along, Rogers speaking up, "someone who cares about their community. You really don't see that anymore." He mentioned as he took his glass and sat on the small couch in the office.

"Is that why you're here? To sweet talk me into some other bullshit idea." Jake asked as he drank his liquor. Barnes smiled, "no we've hurt you enough." They laughed, "we just wanna make sure you're comfortable." He looked at both of the guys, "don't tell me you're thinking of me as a threat." Barnes shook his head, "you're a friend Jake, we just don't wanna lose a good business partner because someone fucked up. It can all be fixed." He sighed out of exhaustion, "listen you don't have to worry about me being trouble. I think i'm gonna step back mostly from the side job to do the legal thing. This place needs a lot of help."

So they agreed that a move like that was understandable and if ever needed any help, Brooklyn's bosses would be there. Money or just making appearances. However it didn't end there, "Jake ya gotta do me a little favor though." Shit. There it was. He prepared himself for the worst, "alright ahora que?" Barnes put down his now empty glass of liquor and stood up getting ready to leave, "apologize to my niece. I know ya did nothing wrong but she cares about you and I know you're a puppy dog with her so just make up already." Rogers shook his head with a small laugh as they headed out leaving Jake to figure out what the fuck that was about.

-

Alicia didn't sulk as much as her uncle claimed she had been doing. Most of her time was being used to work on a presentation she wanted to give for the next meeting. Then again, she had been on the phone with Roger's wife talking about all the things she didn't agree with her uncle allowing. In the midst of one these conversations she heard the doorbell to her house ring. Looking at the camera footage she saw Jake standing at her door with a vase of flowers.

Hanging up on her friend she went to open the door. As soon as she opened it he started talking, "I came to apologize, it was wrong for me to lash out on you about things that didn't have anything to do with you. I don't want you to be mad at me." She looked at the flowers, then at him, "okay." He looked confused, "okay?" A laugh left her lips, "just come in already we'll talk about it this inside." He was confused but he still went inside.

Her home was unlike the one her uncle owned, "you're less flashy than your uncle." She took the flowers from him and set them on her coffee table, "well his wife designed their house." She then gestured for him to sit beside her on the couch of her main living room. "He's married?" She nodded, "after what happened to me he found out she was pregnant and relocated her to a home he had purchased in Greece. It was supposed to be their summer home." He looked kind of taken aback, it was cute to her.

She had a question for him now, "how did you know I liked wildflowers?" Jake looked around trying to avoid her gaze, "I asked around." For a man with a short temper he wasn't acting like the big bad wolf. Still she didn't want to let him win that easily, "so about that apology-" "I was pissed off and you were just trying to help. I don't wanna lose our friendship over this kinda thing." With a playful gaze she replied, "and who said I was going to go away that easily?" He smiled at her reply, but he hadn't noticed his hand on her knee.

They we're much closer than they had been beforehand, "I mean you did slap me pretty good." She giggled, "I should have slapped you again when you got in your car. I wasn't done." He let out a breathy laugh, "i'm sure you weren't. You're something else you know that?" By the end of that sentence there wasn't anything said, their gaze met one last time and then his lips met hers.

She hadn't felt or let herself feel this way with anyone for a long time, at all really. Yet she didn't want the moment to end, his lips felt right kissing hers. Her frame suddenly finding itself sat upon his lap as they continued their now make out session. His hands found their way to her hips gripping her tightly to him.

He wanted to do this right, he carried her up the stairs to her bedroom. The kissing turning into the removing of clothes between the two. His lips kissing over her chest and neck while his hands caressed her back. He hadn't realized til that point how badly he'd wanted her.

She couldn't process how this was happening but she didn't want it to end. He finished undressing her and took no time to place himself between her legs then lowering onto his knees. His mouth latching itself onto her core and then his fingers teasing into her. It'd been so long since she felt this kind of pleasure. Her hands gripped the bedsides as she whimpered and moaned.

He knew she was close but selfishly he wanted her to come undone on his dick. She watched as he undid his jeans, her eyes following his happy trail as he got ready and wondering if he was going to fit. Quietly he whispered into her neck that he'd be gentle as he slowly entered her.

It was all so gentle yet there was a sense of urgency. His lips started kissing her where ever they could. Her arms held onto his shoulders as she felt the weight of him against her and it felt so good. The way she chanted his name only made him want to give her more to know it was him that was making her feel like this gave him a sense of pride.

She knew she was close and he did too, "c'mon preciosa...feel so fuckin good." Moaning out his name she came undone, her head resting on his shoulder as he kept thrusting his climax not far behind. Coming undone while holding onto her, he ended practically colapasing beside her on the bed. The two laid catching their breath and trying to understand what just happened.

After a few minutes of silence, she spoke up, "I didn't think that would happen that fast." He turned his head looking at her, "i'm glad it did though." Then he pressed a kiss onto her shoulder. Turning to look at him with a grin on her face she asked him, "so what happens now?" His hand caressed her cheek and softly he told her, "whatever you want."

(visuals of what i picture alicia's home as:)