#yup i'm still feeling so heavy to accept this but yeah...

[gxtzeizm]

the fact that we've reached this moment where thomas ends his career in international football with germany nt, leaves those feelings inside our hearts, that feelings of us will missing not only him, but also all of the german players who we grew up watching them playing on the pitch together, through highs and lows....if i being honest, the 2010s germany squad truly brings a lot of nostalgia for me and for sure all of you guys feel the same....whatever it is, i just want to say thank you so much to thomas because you are one of the reason why germany still going strong in highs and lows....also, thank you so much for bring us joy of watching the whole squad in action in more than a decade....i'll always remember you and also other germany nt players who play with you together 🖤❤️💛

[megthemewlingquim]

love's perfect ache

Summary: Your husband wants nothing more than to love you breathless.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Warnings: smut! Matt is a soft dom (that alone deserves a warning); fingering, multiple orgasms (one somewhat forced but it is not non-con); dirty talk

A/N: Holy shit. So. A lot of things have happened since I last posted. Some of these things include but are not limited to

a) I have been seeing someone romantically for a year and four months

b) I'm graduating with my Bachelor's Degree in Education in May.

c) I've been Student Teaching full time in order to graduate, so I haven't been able to write.

However, these last three days have given me a spark of madness. I first started this draft a little less than a year ago, and only now have I finished it.

This fic is based off of... personal experience. ;) I hope you like it.

The clatter of plates and silverware jumps through the apartment. The smell of shrimp scampi still lingers in the air, though the windows have been opened and the leftovers have been put in the fridge.

Matt leans his arm over the back of the couch as he sits down, relaxing into his seat. A small part of him wants to go back to you, the remarkable woman behind him who had insisted on doing the dishes and taking care of the leftovers yourself. “Go sit and be handsome,” you’d said, kissing his shoulder. “I can manage it.”

Oh, you.

You never like asking for help, or accepting it when it is given. Not that you think you’re above it, but because you don’t want to trouble anyone else with anything.

He doesn’t love that, but he loves you.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes, toying with the ring on his finger.

“Yeah?” you ask from behind the counter.

“Mm, nothing,” he mutters. “Was just thinking ‘bout you.”

The hum of amusement you give him is a common little sound. One of quiet acknowledgement. It’s almost like you’re numb to what he’s telling you.

Selfless, as always.

The sound reminds him of more intimate times between you two. Sighs, moans, squeaks, breathless laughs and barely audible whines. All from you. And then, he thinks of what you say to him sometimes, when he offers to do certain things.

“It’s alright, baby, you don’t have to.”

“I don’t need to finish. It’s okay. I’m too tired.”

“Honey, I’m good. I promise. You don’t have to do anything.”

Matt snaps back to the current moment. His heart hurts.

In the two years that you’ve been married, you’ve had a bit of trouble; not only with accepting help or kind words or generous gifts of affection, but with accepting pleasure too, pleasure that Matt so willingly wants to give to you. He knows about that, how you find it difficult to fathom the love he has for you and the ways he wants to express it.

Yes, you’ve discussed your kinks and your turn-offs with him. You’ve been intimate, and you’ve enjoyed it immensely. But you’ve never quite gotten to where he wants you, to where you should be.

You deserve pleasure, and you don’t see it.

Matt’s jaw clenches.

“Honey?” he asks. “You good?”

“Yup!” you chirp. “Just putting the last pan away."

“Ok.”

Thirty seconds pass. He hears you, in that time, put the last pan into the lazy-susan cabinet and wipe down the counter one last time. Then, you step away from the kitchen and sit next to him on the couch with a sleepy little mumble.

“Everything okay?” Matt asks softly, leaning in to nuzzle into your neck. He leaves a feather-light kiss there.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Everything’s… good.”

“I have an idea,” he mumbles into your skin, his hand trailing up your thigh. “And I need to know what you think about it.”

“What are you thinking?” you ask, a hint of a smile in your voice.

“Well, I was thinking… that we could… have some fun.” Matt grins.

You breathe outward, silently, your breath heavy and shuddered, as his lips trail to the back of your neck and he bites into the flesh.

“I’d like that,” you say.

“I wasn’t finished. We have some fun… but I spend the night just… letting you feel everything. I want to make you come, sweetheart. A lot, if I’m honest.”

He can hear the sharp inhale — quiet but noticeable — and how your heartbeat picks up almost instantly. His grin widens. “I want to spoil you tonight. All I want you to do is lay on the bed and be your beautiful self. I’ll do the rest.”

“I — um — ” you stammer, “you don’t have to do that — ”

“Uh uh.” Matt shakes his head. “None of that now. I want to do this. You don’t see how much you deserve this, honey. What is it that you’re afraid of?”

“ ‘m not afraid… just…”

“Just?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re too damn humble for your own good, you know?”

You shrug.

“Baby, look at me,” Matt says softly. When he knows you have done so, he says, “If you really don’t want to, we don’t have to. But I’ve noticed it. I just wanna give my girl what she deserves. Will you let me do that? Even just for tonight?”

It takes a good ten seconds for you to give him the slightest sound of approval. A tiny little “uh huh,” close to a whisper, but he can hear it.

“That’s my girl,” he says, grinning.

Matt carries you to bed bridal-style, shutting the door behind him with the back of his foot, and sits you on the edge of the bed.

He starts by just kissing you; your lips, your cheeks. Softly, gently, with both hands coming up to your jawline and your neck, thumbs swiping your cheeks and temples.

His affection is always, always welcomed. You have never felt safer than when you are in his arms — those same arms that are often covered in bruises and scratches and blood, those same arms that drop snitches from buildings and punch the daylights out of bad guys. You have never felt safer.

His hands fall down to your chest, your waist, lightly applying pressure or squeezing gently. You're in the warm embrace of someone who could break you, and the fact that he chooses to treat you with such delicate care makes your heart swell and your chest ache with such love — and this turns you on even more.

Matt treasures you. Cherishes you.

He sighs into the kisses he gives. “You have no idea how much you turn me on,” he says, his voice low. “You know that?” He moves his head up and kisses your forehead; his lips linger there for a while. “And you don’t even realize it… you don’t realize that I get off by making you feel good.”

What Matt has just said to you doesn’t register fully until he’s already laid you down onto the bed, gently pushing you down with his right hand. He straddles you, taking his shirt off and throwing it on the floor. “You beautiful, wonderful, lovely girl.” He leans down, kissing your clothed chest and your stomach before shuffling your pants off of you.

He gets in between your legs, sitting on the bed sideways but still facing you. You’re wearing black boyshorts, the comfiest pair you own. Matt’s favorite. He likes imagining how the black would look on you, and how the cloth would hug your hips.

His hand gently strokes the crotch of your underwear, the pressure sending sparks up your privates. It’s so much different, you think, to have someone else’s hand there rather than your own.

“You smell so good,” he mutters, in that tone of voice, and you know that he’s not talking about the vanilla eau de parfum you put on every day. No, he’s talking about a different scent you give off.

You flush, embarrassed, crossing your legs and putting your face in your hands. His hand stays where it was, unmoving, between your legs.

A finger moves, right over your clit, and you twitch.

“None of that,” Matt whispers. “No hiding today. I want to see your pretty face.”

“You can’t see,” you whimper through your hands.

“When has that ever stopped me?” he says, and you know he has that shit-eating grin on his face. “Come on,” he coaxes, “take your hands off your face.”

You don’t move. “Matty…”

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, sweetie.” A finger moves on your clit again and you gasp. “You’re so beautiful. Every part of you. Even the parts you’re insecure about…”

When you say nothing, he moves his finger again and you twitch at the shock it gives you. “I’m not gonna do anything else until you take your hands off your face,” he says, and you know he’s serious.

Matt’s finger moves for the third time and that’s when you remove your hands. His little chuckle sends shivers down your back.

“There,” he says, “there’s my pretty girl. See? Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

His hand, quick as a bullet, goes into your underwear and cups your pussy, adding pressure again. A strangled sound comes out of you and you cover your mouth. Matt chuckles again, and coos at you, "Aww, what? What's making you so shy? You know I love hearing you."

The teasing is too much now, but you can't seem to get over your shyness. You whimper into your hand, moving your hips to try and get some more friction. It works, but only for a second. Matt immediately notices what you're doing and he draws his hand away again.

"What do you need, baby?"

"Ffffingers."

Matt nods and shuffles you out of your underwear.

Slowly, he puts a finger in you, keeping his eyes lowered and concentrating on your feel, your sounds. The relieved sigh is all he needs, and he stays where he is, knuckle deep inside you. He doesn't move it yet, and instead, he chooses to feel you clench around his finger to no avail.

"So warm," he says, "so warm and wet."

You flush, embarrassed at that. For no reason at all, you've been self-conscious about that part of you, and how it looks, smells, tastes. You turn your head and try to keep yourself away from the praise he's giving you.

Matt tsks. "None of that now. It's beautiful, honey. You're so beautiful."

"M-Matt," you whimper, "no."

"Yes," he says, and starts to move his finger. In and out, slow and steady. The burn and stretch is a welcome one, but you start to feel something else. Almost like a wall, a barrier to your pleasure. You can't come without that wall being torn down.

"Can — can you get the vibrator, please?"

"It's been a while since you've asked for what you want." Matt grins. "That's a good girl, hm? Of course, I can."

He moves, pulling his finger out of you and getting off the bed. He opens the nightstand drawer next to the bed and pulls out a magenta colored vibrator.

Matt gets back on the bed and puts his finger in you again. The wall comes back once he starts moving his finger again, but this time he puts the vibrator in your clit and presses a button. It buzzes to life, only on the lowest setting, but it's enough.

The wall comes down and all you feel is pleasure. You sigh, relieved. The vibrator is a nice distraction from the stretch.

"There you go," Matt says quietly. "Just feel that, honey. I've got you."

I've got you.

The reassurance that Matt gives you is both comforting and sexy. You like being submissive, and you like being taken care of. More than anything, you like being taken care of by the man who made his vows, before God and the world, to be your husband for the rest of your lives.

You melt into the bed as he continues to make love to you. Subspace is setting in and your mind goes fuzzy. You wouldn't normally describe yourself as a pillow princess, but here, right now... you are. And that's what Matt wants.

He smiles, shushes you gently, and this hurls you down into subspace even more. "Such a good girl," he whispers, "always so good to me. Just let me take care of you."

And with that, you're gone. Completely vulnerable, giving yourself over to Matt. And he finds it so lovely. so beautiful, how much you trust him.

"I think what you need is a little more... maybe right here — "

His fingers do something else, they go lower and deeper. Immediately, you feel like you're being punched in the stomach, but the sensation itself is far from painful. You can't stop yourself this time; you moan, a choked sound, and you bury your head to the side and into your pillows. Dear God, if Matt keeps this up, you're not gonna last much longer.

"There," he says, his voice low but filled with warmth, keeping his fingers moving right there, in and out, "that's what you need, hm? I know, honey, I know."

Matt knows you. He knows you, inside and out, body and soul. He knows your laugh, your smile, your voice, your smells. He knows how you moan, how you shiver, twitch and gasp. He knows what makes you tick. He knows how you come, what you need to get there. There's nothing more comforting — or sexy — than that.

You're unbelievably tense - your entire body is stiff, coming close to that edge. Matt can feel it, simply on his fingers, but he can hear it, too: the way your breath hitches and the way your moans increase, both in frequency and in pitch. He can feel your blood flowing, he can hear your heartbeat increase, feel how warm your skin has become. He notices all of these things, and he thinks it's the most beautiful thing in the world. A small part of him is still regretful that he cannot see, but only because... oh, what he wouldn't give to see your face.

"Matty," you whimper, "M-Matty, I'm cc-close. I'm so close—"

He loves hearing that desperation in your voice. You're starting to move around, turning and panting, almost in an attempt to get away from the pleasure that's sure to overtake you in a few moments. He can sense how tight your eyes are closed, how dry your mouth has become from all the sounds - oh, the beautiful sounds - that you're making, how tightly your fists are clenched, and where your arms are going. You don't seem to know exactly what to do with your hands. A few times, it looks like you debate whether to hide your face again, but you don't do that.

"M-Matty!"

And he knows, then, that you're peaking, that the orgasm has already begun and you're just on the edge of letting go, letting it completely overtake you. You've given yourself completely to him, and you're at his mercy.

And the Devil of Hell's Kitchen does have mercy, believe it or not.

"Come for me, sweetheart," he whispers, with such gentle fondness and delight that you have no choice but to obey.

You're gone, your body in flames and filled with electric sparks. Fireworks.

The sound that comes from you then is the most beautiful sound Matt has ever heard. He's heard it before, and he will never get tired of it. It's a sound of release, of letting go... a cry of pleasure, almost a guttural scream and a shuddered breath all at once. It's an orgasmic wail or sometimes it is even a period of silence where you are just completely lost in the agonizing ecstasy of it all.

You're coming, and you're coming hard... He always knows what to do or say to make that happen. When he married you, he made a vow to himself to always make you feel like the most satisfied woman in the world. It's always a reward when this happens, when he can hear and feel you like this.

It's a long one, he realizes, because you gasp and shiver and twitch and spasm and cry out in surprise as the waves of pleasure keep rushing over you. He laughs, then, a small amused chuckle that leaves you even more breathless than you already are. Matt delights in making you feel this way. If he could go down on his knees and beg God Almighty to let him do this forever, he would.

"Oh, that's it," he coos, "that's my girl."

His praise, combined with the continued moving of his fingers - shouldn't they be getting sore by now? - only makes your orgasm last longer. Once it begins to fade, your body relaxes and you breathe out a sigh of contentment and warmth. Your eyes remain closed - and it's probably a good thing, because the way Matt is looking at you now would be enough to kill you with how loving it is The aftershocks of your orgasm - little jolts of pleasure - start to course through you.

"That was beautiful," he mutters to himself. "I think I want another from you."

You eyes snap open. "Honey," you mumble.

"What?" he asks gently. "I know you can." His hands are moving now, all across your body in an attempt to soothe you. You look down and see the tent in his pants: he's never been so hard in the years that you've known him.

"You need help with that?" you ask with a smile, sitting up. By the direction that your voice is going, he knows what you're talking about.

"No, no, no," he says, using a hand to push you back onto the bed. "Don't change the subject."

"I wasn't."

"Yes," Matt kisses your chest, "you were."

"I can't come again."

"Yes, you can." Matt clicks the vibrator on again and, before you can move away, puts it on your clit.

Your whole body seizes up, your clit goes numb, and all you can feel is good, but too good. Your mind blanks. You shriek out a sound of surprise and pleasure and agony, your body instantly trying to get away. It's too much, you're too sensitive, but he won't let up. He holds you down, shushing you again as you let out little cries and sobs and moans. Your body convulses, twitching in his grasp.

"Shh, shh, baby... I got you. Remember that. You're alright."

"MattMattMatt — I can't!"

"Yes, you can," he says again, firmer this time, but laughs as you try to get away. "Just hang on a little longer, you'll feel good again. Your body is already adapting to it. You're okay."

And of course, it's true. Your body is already getting used to it. Your sobs die down and now, the pleasure is bearable. Extremely good, actually. Your moans are weak, your eyebrows are furrowed, and your eyes are shut again. The convulsions are stopping, and now all you can do is feel it all again.

"That's it, bubba," Matt says, "see? I know you can handle it."

He puts two fingers inside you, slowly, and the burn is less uncomfortable now. A guttural sound leaves you again as you're filled up, and once Matt starts moving again, you tense up immediately. Two fingers and a vibrator are a recipe for an extremely quick orgasm, and you both know it.

"Baby," you whisper.

"What?" he coos. "Is my girl close already?"

"Nnngh," is all you can reply back. "Mm hmm."

"That's what I wanted," Matt says quietly, triumphantly. "You don't have to say anything anymore. Just feel it."

It doesn't take much longer for you to get close to coming again. Especially when Matt begins to drive his fingers into you harder, faster. You can't even speak anymore; all you can do is vocalize; moan, whimper, gasp. And you know that Matt is having the time of his life. One of the first things he ever said to you about things like this was that he'd get off by getting you off, and that has always stuck with you.

Your legs start to quiver.

You peak again, sobbing out a high pitched whine. The feeling is strong now, like an unstoppable force is meeting an immovable object. Your body is tense, unbelievably so, and the pleasure keeps building, but it never crests. It never reaches that point. That's the trouble of having one orgasm after another. It's hard to come. "MMMatt, pplease, please, p —"

"Shh," Matt says again with a grunt, "don't worry. We'll get you there. Relax as much as you can. Remember, I'll take care of you." You try your best to relax your body but it's still a bit difficult. All the while, Matt is practically shoving his fingers into you now, relentlessly, and you start to hear noises down there that send your mind reeling. Your back arches.

"You fuckin' hear that?" Matt's sudden vulgarity is a surprise. He's ravenous. "Oh, you want it, don't you?" He hoists a leg over your own to keep you from moving. "You're so close. Stay here, don't run away from me."

He pauses, but his fingers keep moving. "I'll get some restraints later."

After a few more seconds, it finally hits. You crest, your orgasm starting again, and all you can shriek is a simple, "Oh, oh Jesus — "

"Just come," Matt says quietly. It contrasts heavily with the way he's ramming his fingers into you. "Don't do anything else. Just come. Let go. Let go, let go, let go — "

And, with the encouragement comforting you, what else can you do but do as he says? You're stuck in place and your mind is mush. You come with another wail, this one stronger and more primal than the first, louder too, and you see stars behind your eyelids. Your leg is shaking, and if your other one could move, it would, too. Your clit is warm, almost numb again, and your arms are quivering above his head. The sounds from your privates get more intense, and Matt grunts in exertion. You don't know anything anymore, you can't think or speak. All you can do is feel, and that's exactly what Matt wanted from the start.

You're sure Matt's senses are overloaded. Sound, smell, taste, feel. He can hear how desperate and overtaken you are, he can smell and taste your arousal and sweat in the air, and he can feel your quivers and shakes and your tightness. He's rock hard now, and it probably hurts a little, but he doesn't care. You're all that's on his mind and once again he wishes that he could only see your face in this moment.

"Oh, look at you," Matt praises, slowing his fingers now. You're a mess, a beautiful, satiated mess. There are tears in your eyes and sweat on your brow. Your hair is tangled and unkept, and your knuckles hurt from how hard you've been clenching your fists. It's amazing how this is only from a fingering, but you needed this. You wanted this, as shy as you were to admit it. You pant, weakly, your legs completely unable to move. You're jelly, practically limp, and you twitch and shudder as the last of the aftershocks hit you.

"Can I put it in now?"

You shriek and Matt laughs, falling beside you and immediately wrapping his arms around you. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, baby." He kisses your forehead and cradles your head to him. "Such a good girl," he says, "you did such a good job. I'm so proud of you."

You swallow, and the saliva is a welcome sensation on your dry throat. "I think... I'll call off of work tomorrow," you pant. "Holy hell, Matty."

"Careful," Matt says, "if you do that, I won't be able to stop myself from doing this all over again once you wake up."

"I'm in danger," you say with a breathless laugh. "Just be gentle, okay?"

"Of course," he says, "always. I'm so happy that you allowed me to do that. It's been a while since you've given in that much. You don't know how hot it is to me when you let go like that."

You look down and see the tent in Matt's pants again. "Do you want me to take care of that now?"

"When you're half asleep already? I'm good, honey. That will go away eventually. But it'll be there in the morning, waiting for you. And I may or may not slip out in a few hours and get some restraints from the sex shop later. You may or may not wake up with your arms and legs tied to the bed. Just be warned."

It isn't long before you slip into sleep, completely exhausted but satiated and happy. And while you sleep, you can still feel Matt's lips on your forehead, and you think you can hear a small, "I love you, sweetheart," too.

[thebluestbluewords]

and soon it’ll be spring

testing out some character voices. Set in a vague future timeline, fandom-typical discussions of child abuse.

+

Carlos hasn't seen his mother in years. Hasn't spoken to her since he left the isle. There's phones, and computers, and mail service to the isle, and sometimes the reception even works now, but he hasn't reached out. 

Evie sends letters to her mother sometimes. She addresses them to her old castle, encloses herbs and chocolate and eyeshadow. She doesn't read the responses that come back, but her mother sends them anyway, and Evie keeps sending her packages even though she can't bear to see whatever her mother has to say back to her. 

Carlos can't even do that. 

He's a bad son, probably. An ungrateful brat. Useless. Worthless. His mother could have drowned him as a baby, killed him like an unwanted puppy, and they'd all have been better off without the bother. He's been a bad son since he was born. Weak. A vulnerability. 

He breathes, keeps his voice steady. "Yup. That." 

Diego moves in a flurry of violent motion. He's facing away, towards the river, but Carlos still has to suppress the urge to flinch. Diego wears heavy boots, steel-toes even though he's never been in a real factory in his life, and every Isle kid's seen the damage they can do. 

The rock he kicked goes flying into the river. 

"Fuck." his cousin snaps. "Fuck! I remember that." 

Carlos can't laugh, but there's a sort of bubbling fear that's catching in his throat, and he can let some of it out. "Hah. Yeah. Um, I sort of — I cried a lot, that summer? It was hot and awful and you wouldn't come by the house, and I wasn't allowed to be at yours, so we started looking for a better hideout that year. D'you remember when Ivy found that place by the forest—" 

"—the one with the metal roof, where we got trapped by Kaa and you rigged a crossbow out of guitar strings." Diego finishes. "Fuck. I knew we found a new hideout that year, but I thought it was 'cause we got those drums for Sierra and couldn't keep them quiet down in the warehouse." 

Carlos shrugs. He's always been the little one, the tag-along. Diego's gang didn't tell him anything when he was a kid, and they still don't really talk. He's magicam friends with Sierra and Ivy, but Mia won't even accept his follow request. They didn't want him then, they don't want him now, and it's not even really a sore point anymore. He's got his own pack. No teenagers really want a little kid hanging around them, especially a kid who's already showing that he's a weak point.  "Might'a been. I dunno." 

"Nah, it was 'cause dad didn't want you hanging around the house anymore," Diego says firmly, shaking his head. "We found a new place so you'd have somewhere to go'n hide when your mom went ballistic. You were tiny, y'know."

It's sort of a logical leap, but sort of not.

 "I'm still short." Carlos points out. "You don't feel compelled to protect me now, right?" 

"Hah. Hah. Very funny, nerd." 

"I'm just saying—”He ducks the hand that shoots out to scrub his hair into a rat's nest. Score one for Isle kid instincts. "I'm say-ing," Carlos continues, undeterred. "That you didn't have to protect me back then. I could've taken care of myself." 

"You were a kid." 

"And you were what, twelve? Thirteen?" 

"Older," Diego says firmly. He's still looking out towards the water. "Old enough to protect my baby cousin." 

"Mom didn't kill me. I'm still here." 

Diego's arms are smooth and unmarked by the round cigarette burns that cover Carlos's arms, hands, chest, belly. Anywhere he was soft, she liked to burn. 

"She could've," Diego rasps out. "She almost did. I wasn't big enough to stop her."

"The spell—”

"FUCK THE SPELL." he shouts. Too loud. People are looking at them. People in Auradon love to stare and judge VKs, even when they're dressed just like anyone else in the city, but shouting was a reason to stare even back home. 

Diego notices, and drops his arms down, swinging the cup in his hand back and forth like a melting pendulum of coffee and sugar.  "Fuck it," he repeats, quieter. "If Auradon wanted us alive so bad, they should've put in the work themselves instead of relying on the barrier to keep bouncing us back." 

Carlos lifts one shoulder in agreement. He's pretty sure that the spell does a lot more than just keep them in their bodies, what with the healing factor and the way it won't kick you back in unless you've got a body to go back to, but it's a solid enough argument if you don't go into specifics. Claudine and the religious types at Dragon Hall had a whole rant on tap about how the barrier was being used to bounce their souls out of their path to heaven, so that they'd rejoin their bodies again and keep them alive even longer, but thinking about the concept of souls makes Carlos feel an emotion that Mal calls "stabbing" and Jay calls "a working bullshit sensor." Evie calls it "a rational emotional response to religious guilt-tripping bullshit", which sounds better than stabbing, but like, the point still stands that souls aren't real and listening to Claudine's lecture about them makes Carlos feel mostly doubtful, and also sort of like he's a shitty person. Which is probably the point of religion.

"S'not really bouncing," he says quietly, keeping his voice low and face turned down. People stare less if they're not obviously talking to each other, because Auradon has different standards for communication and watching VKs shout-talk directly at each other makes people stare. "It's not like we ever really die."

Diego levels a flat look at him. 

"Okay, yeah, they should've put more work into keeping us alive," Carlos agrees, because it's true. Auradon locked them up and threw away the key, and didn't even bother to check on their island of villains once they'd settled down from the initial bloodshed and power scrambles. "But the scientific basis for being bounced back into our bodies by the spell just isn't there. If they're using the barrier to trap our souls or whatever in an impenetrable bubble, then how're new souls getting in for the kids born on the Isle? If it's a true closed system it doesn't make sense. And I know--" He sucks in a breath before Diego can get a word in edgewise, because he knows. The souls aren't the point. The magic isn't even the point. "It doesn't matter how they're keeping us there so long as there's still kids starving and being killed on that rock. I know. But I can't push the wheels of government any faster, because I'm not the fucking king, or a representative, or anything. I'm a testimony at best,and it's not like being born on the Isle gives me the power to do anything about it."

Diego snorts. "Wow, you can't fix twenty years of systematic disenfranchisement on your own? Call the presses, my genius cousin can't fix something in five years that took twenty to break in the first place." 

The guilt that lives in the place where other people keep their feelings swirls up in Carlos's chest again. "I could've tried." 

"In between what, surviving high school? Petitioning the king to listen to us? 'Cause it seems like we're a lot further than we'd've been without your crew's work." 

"I built a machine to break the barrier," Carlos tells the river. "Back home. Before we left. It nearly worked." 

Diego kicks another rock into the river. "I know." 

Carlos feels his heart stutter-stop. "You—what?" 

"I know," Diego repeats. "You built shit all the time. You'd talk about it in your sleep. I stopped by that treehouse of yours one time, and you had the whole thing torn apart. You were talking to your crew about it. I listened for a while."

"When?"

The cold bottom of his cousin's coffee cup bonks into Carlos's skull. "Before you left, genius. I dunno. You didn't have it working yet."

"I thought I was being sneaky about that."

"You were. I'm just sneakier. If you'd been reverse engineering the whole barrier, you'd've built it better right?" 

"I would've given us the dignity of dying, if that's what you're asking." 

"Yeah." Diego says quietly, and then. "Fuck. That's morbid." 

Carlos shrugs. Maybe thinking about better ways to die makes them morbid, but it's still comforting to think that if he'd been the one to engineer their prison, that he'd've been able to give them the mercy of actually dying. "We're villains. It's our speciality. We're supposed to be all about death, and murder, and stuff." 

Diego laughs. They laugh the same way, the two of them. More of a bark than a real laugh. There's probably some irony there, if they wanted to go digging for it. "Didn't you hear, little cousin? We're supposed to be good now. No more murder. We're reformed villains, no more claws and fangs." 

They're reformed, but Diego still calls at 3am sometimes, just to make sure that he's still breathing. 

"Damn, guess I'll have to return the axe I bought," Carlos drawls, hefting his cup up like it's a weapon. "And the rat poison, and the chains for the dungeon..." 

"Kinky." 

[pardi-real]

Tarot of Destiny / Chapter 10 - Partner to Monopolize

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Lucas: “Sorry to keep you waiting, my lord.”

> “Ah, Lucas”

Lucas: "Fufu… You've been receiving the thoughts of the butlers, one after another. Each person's thoughts are very sincere and positive, but... even continuing to accept them must be quite a lot for you, isn't it?"

> "Actually I'm pleased"

Lucas: "That's good. Then I will also… express my true feelings to you, my lord ♪ Now, please take a look here. 

The tarot card I received is... 'The Hierophant' in the ‘upright position’. The meaning of this card is... 'Highly cooperative' and 'Refined mind,' among other things. 

Fufu. The meaning of the card that represents me is 'highly cooperative,' huh? I couldn't have imagined that from my past self. It made me laugh ♪ 

But at the same time... I feel proud. I truly feel that I've grown mentally... and it's been the same since I met you. 

Due to the incident with Lato... I feel that I've grown as a person. At that time... thanks to you pushing my back... I was able to overcome the long-standing barrier between Miyaji and me. 

Something I had always imagined but never faced, my wish finally came true. You gave me the courage I lacked... and it's you, my lord, who prompted me to further personal growth. You are... truly an amazing person. 

If you hadn't come to this world... we would have struggled in a more miserable reality. You, my lord, are an irreplaceable presence not only to us, but to everyone living in this world. 

Fufu... do you think it's an exaggeration? But it's the truth.  I can't thank you enough for meeting us... Thank you very much. Being able to have this moment with you all to myself... What a blissful time it is. 

I wish I could always... just be with you alone."

> “Lu-Lucas…?”

Lucas: "Fufu ♪ Just kidding ♪ I truly want to monopolize you, but... Nac and Lamli also restrained themselves... so I can't be that selfish.  I am 'The Hierophant', after all. I have to show a cooperative attitude ♪  Well then, I'll go and call the two who are waiting over there.  Fufu... Nevertheless, I think I've truly earned that 'highly cooperative.' I can suppress such strong desires... for the sake of others ♪"

[A little while later]

Clack… clack… clack…

Nac: “With this, I think we third-floor butlers have conveyed our feelings quite well."

Lamli: "Yup, yup! I feel refreshed!  But... I wonder how this leads to saving the lord?"

Nac: "How about it? My lord. After hearing the butlers' stories so far...  Did you find anything that could be a clue?"

> "I wonder…”

Ms. Elvira said that ‘You already have the answer that will save the lord from an ominous fate.' But... for now, there's nothing that seems to lead to an answer... I can't think of anything.

Nac: "Is that so... Still, there are the butlers from the basement and the villa left."

Lamli: "That's right! We'll definitely find a way to save the lord! Besides, no matter what happens... We will always protect you!"

> "Thank you, Lamli"

Lucas: "Fufu... 'Looking back on ourselves and conveying feelings to the lord'...  We started this to save the lord from an ominous fate, but unexpectedly, it became an opportunity to look back on how 'we were saved by the lord'."

Nac: "Yes. Just as Mr. Lucas says."

Lamli: “A lot has happened in these two years~ Thanks to the lord, I've grown a lot too!"

Nac: "Well... I can vouch that point as well. But there's still a lot of room for you to improve."

Lamli: "Yeah, yeah. Nac's still as naggy as ever~."

Nac: "If you change your attitude, you won't have to hear my nagging."

Lucas: "Oh well ♪  You two are still the same as always ♪"

Nac: "Oops... I'm sorry, my lord. I apologize for showing you an unsightly side."

Lamli: "I'm sorry for Nac's behavior, my lord!"

I felt a little relieved… watching the butlers who were behaving as usual. Each of them carries a heavy past... their backgrounds and personalities are different, but... after spending two years together... they show their gratitude for meeting me. For their sake too... I wanted to avoid the fate where we had to part ways. 

Knock, knock

Flure: "Excuse me, my lord. I've come to pick you up... Is it alright now?"

Lamli: "It's Mr. Ribbon! Yup, it's okay now~ ♪"

Nac: "I'll rely on you for the escort to the next temple."

Lucas: "Yes. Do your best, Flure. You'll be talking with the lord alone... And you might think, 'I want it to be just the two of us like this forever,' but... endure that feeling... don't succumb to your desires.”

Flure: "Huh? Um... Y-Yes... Understood...  W-well then, my lord! Please ride my horse this time. I'll guide you to the 'Earth Temple'."

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[chain-draws-stuff]

Hello hello! It's 19 days before Christmas! And you know what that means! Yup! Another chapter of EndKing!Steve and this time...I will give you guys a lil surprise ship in the end :D and I'm still accepting asks before this so hope you enjoy this FLUFF chapter!

Let's get going shall we?

ENDKING!STEVE

CHAPTER 10

Is this...love?

Narrator pov:

!!!CRASH!!!

the noise was heard coming from Chris laboratory.

Arnetta:did you hear that?...

Chris: yeah...

They both slowly approached the trapped door down to the lab only to see it wide open...they went inside the lab to witness broken glass shards red slimy liquid dripping down from the ceiling and purple stains painted on the walls. They both looked at it in horror seeing words painted by the purple stains on the wall. Chris was in shock 'what happened? Who could have done this? I couldn't be Austin, then who?' He asks himself leaving himself to think of a while...as for Arnetta, she was trying to calm down Chris who was staring at the stained wall of quite a while...after that Chris said that they should shrug off the feeling as of it was all a prank, which happens in a daily basis.

Chris and Arnetta were cleaning the laboratory picking up the empty bottles and the glass shards, Chris was in relief that none of his potions were taken...or so he thought...Chris went to his potion collection (which I hink he has...) and started checking if none of it was stolen. All were still there, he then checked the rest of the closets filled with potions (the safe ones) then went to the more dangerous ones luckily none were taken so far...once Chris got to the last closet (which where he puts like cures or some very important potions inside) he opens the closet and...there was nothing inside. He got a little furious and a little worried, Arnetta was heading back up to the entrance of the laboratory followed by Chris.

When they got back up they head inside to see Austin and g.u.i.d.o sitting down at the couch watching TV. Chris just went upstairs to continue the talk with Arnetta and there problems.

Arnetta: so...

Chris:...(sigh) let's just forget that happened...

Arnetta:...

Arnetta raised an eyebrow towards Chris

Chris: what?

Arnetta: we can't just ignore that that happened Chris! We need to inform Shaw about this immediately!

Chris: and what are we going to tell him!? 'Oh hey Shaw! Chis lab is being haunted by a ghost?!'....

Chris frowned at the action he made

Arnetta: Chris...look I know you're upset and uhh I know that you've lost some of your important stuff in your closet so just calm down-

Chris: all of it...

Chris cuts Arnetta off

Chris: I've lost...all OF THOSE IMPORTANT THINGS IN MY CLOSET ARNETTA, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CALM DOWN?!

Chris shouts still not being heard by Austin and g.u.i.d.o who are watching TV downstairs

Arnetta:ok that might be bad...

Chris: it's really bad Arnetta...all of the things i need for tomorrow were in that closet...

Arnetta: wait where are you you going Tomorrow?

Arnetta asks

After that lil conversation

After that little talk they were still talking about stuff and on how to get Chris important stuff back...not taking notice of someone watching them from behind...Arnetta asks Chris if she could stay in there place for a while and as any good friend would do Chris agreed as long as she doesn't touch anything important <3

Night had fallen and everyone was asleep well...accept for Chris...he was still feeling guilty about the end portal incident...he could never forgive himself for what he did back there...he never wanted to go back there, he still loved Steve even if he was evil he would still love him...no matter what. His eyes felt heavy but before his eyes completely shut he sees a figure standing beside him he sees soft brown hair, red clothing and some blue shirt on top of some baby blue colored sleeves. He felt a soft kiss  placed on his forehead, hearing a soft voice coming from the humanoid figure saying...

???: good night...Chris...

then he slowly drifted away from reality...letting his body rest form all of his problems form the day

Steve pov:

'I kissed Chris...oh God what was i thinking?!' I thought to myself as I watched him sleep peacefully on his bed my face was painted pink (dayum, simp) I was flustered (bottom b¡tch) I didn't even know what I was doing! 'Oh God...what am I even doing?! He's my enemy! I can't fall for him!' I screamed in my mind as I flew away using my elytra and headed back to the end portal...as I was on my way there...I began to feel that I have butterflies in my stomach as i ask myself the same question 'am I realy in love with Chris? Is this how it feels to be in love?'....

End of chapter 10

First chapter/previous/next

WHOOOOOOOO I hope you enjoy this Enemies to Lovers thing Im not good at writing romance stuff but I do hope you guys loves this GAY chapter I've written and I hope you guys have a wonderful day! Night? Noon? Whatever your time is >:] and i did rush this soo...was it worth it? Yes, Yes it was. Maby? Maby not? Idk what do you guys think? And your welcome Steve x Chris shippers

[all-about-seggs]

The Game of Three-

Rating : 18+, Explicit

Word count : ~ 3K

Pairing : Geto Suguru x female reader x Mahito

Warnings : Mirror sex, dub con, gaslighting ( kind of, like I wanted to add it but not sure if I did it right), Fingering, Cunnilingus, degradation (slight), voyeurism, choking, threesome near the end.

A/n: When describing Suguru's place I totally went into weeb mode and used traditional Japanese terms but I tried to define them to the best of my abilities so y'all won't get confused and I put the link of their pictures in their name as well, so you can check them out if you want.

The red clouds above you parted to reveal the cerulean blue sky, painting the engawa in front of you in its hues. Giving a quick look over to the now clean surface beneath your feet, you made your way to the supply closet to put the mop back.

It's been a few uneventful months since you got employed as one of the only two maids in the entire manor. It was fairly big, atleast for just one person, and minimally decorated so it wasn't that hard to keep the entire place clean even with the two of you. The other maid was a nice old lady who showed you the way around the place and how to do what when you were just starting out.

The manor was quite, most of the time, even with your boss's guests staying over for a couple of days, the place lacked any sort of liveliness much less talking. Just a few more hours until your evening shift is over, you mused to yourself roaming around the garden to feed the pond's fish their dinner as the sun began its descent. Mindlessly, you kept looking around the area until one of the rooms caught your eye. On your right you saw the silhouette of your employer through the thin Shoji door that coverd his room.

Having finished bathing, you saw his toned mascular arms slipping out of his thin bath yukata that contrasted to the one he usually donned, his elegant movements accentuated by the growing darkness the evening provided. His daily outfit was nothing if not modest, covering his body from head to toe, leaving everything to the imagination but right now the delicious shape of his body was on full display, making it harder for you to move.

It wasn't until his form moved closer to the door, that you realised how badly your current actions could effect the job you were given. Just the thought of yourself getting fired after being considered a peeping tom made your breath quicken and not in a good way. The panic surging through your veins momentarily turned your mind blank, making you stumble until the heel of your foot slipped on one of the algae coated rocks. Clenching your butt cheeks you braced yourself for the impact but the efforts proved pointless as the considerably shallow pond's bottom made full contact with your body.

Pain aside, the cold water of the pond was what added most to your immobility until you heard footsteps heading towards you. Looking up from your seated position, the tall figure of your boss, maybe ex boss, loomed over you. He extended one elegant hand towards you.

" Are you okay.....?", His soft tone carried nothing but gentleness but being a mess, both physically and mentally, it took you sometime to process what he had said. Hesitation was clear in your actions as you meekly let him pull you up. His grip on your arm was firm and with how easily he pulled you out of the pond showed his Zephyr-like nature had a brute strength underneath. Threads of wet, black hair covering the sides of his well sculpted face, reached all the way to his mid- back. His usual heavy garb was replaced with a single, cotten yukata which were damp in every places his hair touched.

"Y/n...... Was it?, Can you stand", putting both his hands on your shoulders he peered at your face, you still for a moment, too fascinated by his slitted eyes to look away. This was the first time you two had a real conversation so you forced yourself to speak,

" Oh...umm, I'm sorry! I didn't payed attention to the slippery rocks and fell,.....but I'm okay! So..... Yeah... thank you", it was difficult to keep your voice steady, not wanting to reveal your obviously perverted BUT unintentional peeping. Yup. That's what you kep telling yourself although his secretive smile told you that your poor lie didn't make the cut.

" I see, so tell me y/n dear.....", His hands on your shoulders gripped them a little tighter as he leaned down until his face was right in front of yours, " where exactly were you paying attention to?", The question was simple, nor did it had any threatening undertones but your throat still felt clogged. It was too embarrassing, telling your boss that you were shamelessly ogling at his silhouette changing clothes. One second, two seconds, a lot of seconds passed with you playing dumb until you heard a soft sigh.

" Alright...... If you don't want to tell me, I'll let it go........for now", emphasizing the now, he took your cold hands in his warmer ones, leading you inside his room. You were still drenched, hesitating to climb on the perfectly dry floor of his room,

"It's okay..... I'll go ask for a change of clothes so you sit here, better than the outside right?," Smiling, he disappeared down the hall. The whether wasn't cold, so you didn't have to worry about getting sick but you still reeked of fish and algae, making a change of cloths a better option. You could chid yourself for it but looking at the things in his room can't be considered peeping so you turned around from your sitting position, taking in your surroundings.

His room was relatively normal, just like rest of the manor, the furnishing was minimal, a low chabudai with a few soft looking zabuton around it, a wooden cupboard, the slightly elevated tokonoma on the right side of the room had a full body sized mirror, along with a couple of other tiny decoratives. Nothing stood out with everything in place, your boss sure had simple tastes, you thought to yourself when the door slided again, when the owner of the room itself entered.

He was empty handed , earning a questioning look from you, " it's gonna take a few more minutes to find women's clothing, I hope you don't mind, for the time being....", He walked over to cupboard, producing a towel out of it.

" Use this to dry yourself", handing you the towel he kneeled beside you, he was being so nice, you hadn't expected him to be so kind but you gratefully accepted it. When you began drying your hair, you felt his eyes on yourself, pointed and unnerving. You gulped, feeling like he could see right through your head, just waiting for you to fess up on your own. You were lost in your thoughts when his voice suddenly filled the room.

"You know.....y/n, when you desire something.....", His fingers made their way to your collar, playfully stroking your neck," you should let yourself have it", his last words were nothing but a whisper against your ear as he placed himself right behind your seated form. His upper half of the robe already wet, stuck to his body, defining each and every cut of his muscles. He was somewhere between lean and mascular, his beautiful face giving him just the right amount of sensuality. You weren't naive enough to be oblivious to his suggestive tone.

It was weird to you, perplexing even as to why a clearly well to do, good looking guy would not only make a move on his maid but a maid who smelled like she just popped out of a can of tuna fish. His deep, even breaths stroked your ear as he waited for you to answer.

" I really wasn't thinking about....... 'This'", you pulled his hands wrapped around your shoulders away, to prove your point. You thought he'd be upset but his face only lit up by your rejection.

" Is this embarrassment I see y/n? Because it's not cute", he rose on his knees, looking down at you he gently added, " the mundane world would feel much better if you indulged yourself a bit more you know, even if those indulgences are only of....."

" Sexual nature", his sharp eyes slited as his lips curled into a wicked grin. Impossible to read, his actions did nothing but lure you in a honey coverd poisonous trap. It was obvious with the way his hands started massaging your arms, right where it hurt from your previous fall, blowing softly in your ear. They was all just tricks to make you fall just so he could shame you from above but you'd be damned if it didn't got you all hot and bothered. He grazed his hand across your blouse sticking to your bust, your nipples hardened with the slightest touch. The reactions your body gave were no lies and therefore couldn't be hidden. He pressed your bodies closer until you sat snugly against his torso. You closed your eyes, still unable to decide whether or not you want to let him have his way and deal with all the risks that would soon follow after.

The front of wet your shirt was completely open by now, reveling the garment underneath. Suguru's hands trailed up and down your thighs as he hiked your long skirt higher until it pooled around your hips sticking to the sides. He hooked his left hand under your left knee, doing the same with your right side, he pulled your legs apart, with the mirror in front, you and the man behind you had a full view of your damp panties.

" See that? This is what you want. To be exposed by me. Just the thought of spreading yourself open in front me have you this wet y/n...... Are you sure you weren't waiting for this moment all along?", His voice had a mix of mockery and eroticism in it, his words only adding to the fire burning in the middle of your core. With his right hand, he grabbed the thin strap of your panties at the side of your hips and tore them off until the shredded garment was left dangling on one of your hip. The air in the room, made contact with you now naked pussy but what made you shiver was the mirror in front of you. Suguru held both of your legs as far apart as possible, his face, now lacking all the warmth it had just a few minutes ago. When you tried to squeeze your eyes shut he pinched your inner thighs hard, making you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

" Keep looking y/n, I'm proving it to you, just how much you're body is begging for me. And I won't stop until you've said so yourself, so keep. Your eyes. Open.," The darkness of his tone was accentuated with the look in his eyes. The fingers of his right hand made their way to your cunt, with two of them he spread your dripping lips apart, reveling the tiny swollen bud that was screaming for attention. You felt it too, the need for release spreading in your body but voicing it meant your defeat so you held your breath, letting the self assured guy behind you continue his ministrations.

" Why can't you be honest just like your needy cunt?", He cooed against your throat as he rubbed your nether lips with his digits, coating them in your slick. He didn't touch your clit, if you were going to be a brat then he's bringing his A game too. Making you beg was his only motive now, his eyes met yours, the mirror in front of you showing every nook and cranny of your privates and by now you're sure Suguru has memorised all of it. The ache between your legs was getting worse as he kept on sliding his fingers up and down your folds but never touching the rest of your sex. You knew what would make him do it but after the prolonged defiance you're not sure how to put it into words.

" Whats wrong y/n, are you ready bow to your filthy desires?, Getting off on my fingers is going to be a lot better than yours right?", Damn his rude ass remarks but they were true, the last few months have been very long and dry for you, day in and day out all work, maybe that's why you're giving in so easily, what he promised was as tantalizing as his actions, that's why you were so horny, easily aroused even.

"Right..... You're .... right, so do it.....master", you broke out, the last of your self control shredding itself as you let your voice flow out just as much as your cunt, your juices.

" Finally gave in huh?, It would've been so much easier if you'd just admitted to being my slut from the start, but oh well, this is also good", his thick fingers slipped in you with ease as he wrapped his left hand around your throat, making you look straight at the mirror. You were a mess, a totally different kind of mess you previously were, in addition to your already damp hair, your eyes were glazed with lust, the corners of your lips moist with your drool that threatened to spill out, your clothes were disheveled and tattered, you were disheveled in general and barely recognisable.

" Now look at yourself closely, how your face twists when I make you cum, how you look when you're begging to me like a real slave," his fingers picked up a brutal pace, going in and out of you relentlessly, his thumb roughly massaging your throbbing clit, sending shivers up your spine. You could clearly see your drool covered face turning hotter by the second, pussy dripping from your buliding orgasm on the tatami mats below it, your moans coming out in broken whimpers as Suguru's hand tighten around your throat, eyes rolling back for a second, you cum around his fingers hard.

" Do you see that ? How disgusting she looks right now?", Turning his gaze to the left he called out to his accomplice in crimes, " Mahito", the other man, with an amicable smile on his peculiar face stared at, not where you lied on the floor, but at your pitiful form that appeared in the mirror.

" I just dropped by to give you the clothes you asked for the young lady earlier," his talked merrily, not minding the scandalous sight in front of him one bit," but it appears that you aren't going to be needing them for a while", throwing the cloths aside he sat on your left side. Suguru kept his eyes on the mirror, loosening his hand around your neck he let you breath, mind still hazy.

" You're free to join in, if you have the time. But I'll have to warn you though, she's a persistent one, it took me a while to break her as well", Suguru smirked, pulling his fingers out of your abused hole making an exaggerated show of bringing his cum smeared fingers to your face, as if prove his victory.

" I don't mind a challenge every once in a while Geto kun, I'm not bad at 'this' myself, but to make sure, why don't you keep sitting, after all it's been a while since touched a living human", Still a bit delirious, it took you a few more seconds than usual to process the change in your situation or what he meant by living just now or touching even. The man named Mahito kneeled in between your still parted thighs, you thought it was strange that your brains last and probably rotting cells decided to focus on his eyes. They were heterochromatic, it gave his already scared face a haunting quality.

The fact that you were sandwiched between two men soon left your mind as Mahito started sucking on your still sensitive clit, your legs instinctively clamping if it's weren't for Suguru holding them apart. The man behind you weren't entirely evil though as he rubbed soothing circles on the soft inner flesh of your aching thighs, his touch only heightning the touch of the man between them.

Mahito licked your juices as if they were made to be feasted upon, slurping on them lewdly, the V of his fore and middle finger seperated your pussy for more access, he grazed his teeth lightly across your clit, fighting the urge to bit it down. You didn't have any energy at this point to put up a show of defiance so you kept moaning, the sight of the man lying flat on his stomach along with his face hidden in between your legs was urging you to cum, but the abrupt thrusting of Suguru's fingers in your mouth cut them off.

" If you're mouth is available enough to scream for just anyone who makes you cum then you truly do have the makings of a whore.", His words were nothing more than a possessive hiss against you throat, long fingers grazing your tonsils as he pushes them deeper. You gag a little, the fingers in you mouth kept you from reacting to the man who worked your pussy until it throbbed against his face.

Mahito turned his heterochromatic eyes towards your face, it seemed like someone was keeping you from your release, he sucked on your clit again adding two fingers in your streched out cunt. He moved both his tongue and digits in similar motions, causing a surge pleasure wash down your senses, with just a few quick pumps of his fingers, your juices gushed on his face as your moans get stifled by the fingers in your mouth.

" That wasn't so bad right?", Mahito pushed himself up as he asked his partner in crime, something about his tone was awfully cocky, making Suguru's face scrunched up in a haughty smirk as he added,

" Indeed, you sure know your way around the human's body Mahito kun, but maybe a little less egar to please attitude would do better. Can't let our toy think we're just here for catering to her needs now can we?", His voice loaded with provocative innuendos sounded nothing but gentle but the other man knew better.

" Hooo?, Is that a challenge for round two, then?", He met Suguru's goading with a playful and assured tone. Both of them stared each other, neither of the males backing down they both turned their eyes at your spent body, and you know even without having to look, that it was going to be a long night.

[chicchanmooshy]

Shades of grey; chapter 09 - Cold water and hot Red

This one is for all the Raphael lovers 

warnings: 18+, lemon, smut. To all the readers who think swimming in cold water is easy; if you haven’t trained for this, don’t try this yourself! Please stay safe! And always bring someone with you to keep watch over you. Be aware of hypothermia.

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Ishtar walked into the dojo and saw Raphael do some heavy lifting. Walking towards him she asked: “aren't you already strong enough?”

Putting down a kettle bell he looked up at her. “Maybe, but to remain this strong I have to train every day.”

She understood that and nodded. “I think I want to start training again. But the thing I have in mind, I need somebody to come with me. Would you like to come with?”

“Depends on what you have in mind”, Raph said interested.

“I would like to go for a swim. Somewhere in the city, that should be possible, I think?”

Raphael thought for a moment. “Yup, there are plenty locations for that. Of course no swimming pools for us, but you understand that too, don't you?”

“Yeah, duh. Although causing a bit of drama can be fun too.”

“Hahaha, are you serious?” Raphael laughed. “There is only a little problem. You are not allowed to go outside the lair yet.”

“Ooh shoot, I hadn't thought about that. Soo.. I should go to Leonardo as well. Hmm, maybe he wants to come too?”

“Probably not, but ask him anyway. He doesn't like to be left out of things. But if you don't ask, he definitely will come. But I prefer if it was just you and me”, said Raphael with a wink.

“Me too”, she said as she walked out of the dojo.

Leonardo sat with Master Splinter in the kitchen.

“What do you think of Ishtar, my son?” Splinter asked.

“She seems to find her way around here very quick. She feels safe and dares to speak her mind. And to be honest, I like her, a lot actually.”

“Yes, she does great in here. She seems to be a good fit for you and your brothers. Have you made a move on her yet?”

“Dad!” Leo said uncomfortable.

“What, I'm still your father, aren't I? I can't be curious about you and your desires?”

“Uhm, sure. I'm just not used to you asking that kind of questions.” Leo sighed. “I want to do it the right way with her. Find out if she is interested in me. Going on a date, have diner, growing towards each other at our own pace..”

“That sounds like a respectful way. No sex though?” Splinter asked with gleaming eyes.

“DAD! You're doing it again!” Leo said rolling his eyes. “Yes, of course I want her in my bed. Just not too fast.”

When Ishtar walked into the kitchen, they gave her a warm greeting and offered some tea, which she grateful accepted. She sat down next to Leonardo.

“Leonardo, I would like to ask your permission to leave the lair.”

“What?! What for?! Don't you like it here? Are you going to leave us?” he asked alarmed.

“Whoa, calm down Leo. I don't want to leave you guys. I very much would like to stay.”

“Than, why..?”

“I would like to go for a swim. I can take Raphael with me. And you can come as well, if you like?” Ishtar looked hopefully.

Leonardo thought for a few minutes. “There are many things to consider, Ishtar. I have to think about this, meditate on it.”

“So.. the decision depends on your opinion? I don't think that is fair. Can we discuss this together, please?”

Taken aback by that, he blinked. “That is not how I normally take care of things. Some decisions need careful thought”, he said sternly.

“I agree, but can we talk about this together? You can tell me all what needs to be considered.”

Leo chewed on it for a while. “What do you think, Sensei?”

“I think Ishtar doesn't want to be left out. And she wants to have a say in things that concern her.”

Leonardo sighed. “Alright, let's talk. You say you want to go swimming with Raphael. Do you know how to walk silently, like ninja style? And where would you go for that swim?”

“Where? I don't know yet. But maybe Raphael knows a place, or you, or Donnie. Of course I wasn't going before I knew a location.”

“Do you know how to swim?”

“Of course I do kn...”

“As a turtle? With a shell you weight more, so swimming is different. I don't want you to drown”, he said worried.

“Neither do I.”

“And it's already October. Won't the water be too cold by now?”

“Cold yes, but not too cold. That's part of why I want to swim. Swimming in cold water boosts the immune system.”

“Does it? I didn't know that. I hate cold water.”

“Oh, I prefer warmer water as well. But that doesn't give the boost I crave. Okay, I'm not yet used to swim with a shell, so I will stay in shallow water. You said something about walking silently?”

“Yes, because we have enemies. That's why we live in the shadows.”

“We have to stay hidden, understandable. Anything else?”

“Do you know how to defend yourself, in case needed?”

“Oh, definitely not! I prefer avoiding that kind of conflict.”

“So do we, but it's not always avoidable. And for that reason we train every day.”

It started to dawn on her now. She wasn't able to protect herself and to walk unseen was also still unknown to her. It wasn't just an opinion Leonardo had, he really cared for her safety. With a knot in her stomach, she asked: “If I cannot defend myself and the other things I cannot do. Is it even possible for me to swim?” she asked worried.

“If you can find out the details, I'm sure we can make it work.”

“Really?!” Over the top of joy, she flung herself in his arms and wanted to kiss his cheek. At the last moment he turned his head so her kiss landed on his mouth. She hadn't expected that. Surprised she pulled her head back and looked him in the eyes. He looked back at her and slid his tongue over his lips. She felt an urge growing inside of her. But here in the kitchen, with Splinter sitting at the same table, she decided not to act on it. Instead she placed her forehead to his, caressing her nose to his face. His scent became intoxicating. 'Step back now, Ishtar, otherwise you will end up in bed with him today', she told herself. While Leo thought 'Wow, this feels even more intimate than kissing.' Ishtar pulled her head back.

“Sorry”, Leo said, “did I cross your boundary?”

“No, you did not. I just think this is not the time and place for that. And of course Splinter is still sitting at our table.”

Embarrassed Leonardo looked at his father. “Sorry dad..”

Splinter chuckled and waved it away. “I just want my sons to be happy.” And then added, “besides, this is so way much more fun to watch than my tv shows.”

Unable to speak for seconds, Leonardo looked at his father. “That's not helping dad..”

Chuckling, Ishtar stood, placed a kiss on Leo's head and said “don't worry Leo, that's actually a compliment. I'll go to Donatello now, to find out the details for my trip.”

“What just happened?” Leonardo asked to no one in particular.

“Well”, Splinter said, “I think she gave you an answer on your question, even without knowing you were looking for it. She likes you, and she is not rushing. Now, will you join me in meditation?”

“Yes Sensei”, Leo said and followed him after he put the dishes in the sink.

Ishtar walked straight to Donnie's lab. She heard a radio inside with rock music playing. “Hey Ishtar, I'm glade to see you. Could you help me with this?” Donnie said happily.

“Sure, if you could help me out with something too? Oh no, there is no hast to that”, she said seeing Donny already turning around to assist her. “First your task, what are we going to do?”

“I need to do inventory of the infirmary and I very much appreciate your help.”

“Oh, that is something I can do. I thought you needed help with some major lab experiment.”

“Oh no, haven't got anything running right now. Too many other stuff to do. Inventory, maintenance camera's, cleaning this lab, work on the truck, fixing game controllers Mickey broke and all the other things everybody wants to know..” Donnie said and rolled his eyes.

“Uhm, I'm sure I can look up my own things, if you are too busy..” Ishtar said hesitantly, not wanted to be a burden.

“Oh sorry Ishtar, that's not what I meant. I'm happy to help you out with whatever you need. And besides, you're helping me out too.” Placing a friendly hand on her shoulder. “It'll be alright and we'll be done before you know it.”

“I don't mind helping you out, you know. I was looking for some activities myself as well. Maybe something I can do with Raphael together.”

Donatello gave Ishtar a clipboard and pen and went through all the cabinets, calling out the amount of supplies they still got. Ishtar marked the numbers down.

“Is he your next target?” Donnie asked absentminded.

“Ha! I wouldn't say target. I'm having a hard time to get connected to him. Thought a physical activity like swimming would do the trick. I got permission from Leonardo to find a location, could you help me with that? And getting me set up for all the other things? Like a phone or something?”

“Leo gave you the all-clear already? Just like that?”

“No, not just like that, but I discussed a few things with him. And I want to make this work.”

After they finished the inventory, Donnie made a list with the supplies that needed restocking.

“I've been working on a smart-watch, adjusting it for our own purposes, but haven't had time yet to test it out. Maybe that's something you can do? It works just like any other smart-watch like counting steps and monitoring your heart rate, but this one is also tracking your location. If you go out swimming with Raph, it would be a great opportunity to test it, because at the same time I can track Raph's phone.”

Only half listening to his story, Ishtar said, “you look like Mickey a bit when you are talking. Tend to loose your awareness of your surroundings.”

A bit annoyed, Donnie said, “did you listen to what I just said?”

“Yes. Most important is the testing, with you tracking both Raph's phone and my watch. I'm sorry about that comment of me, I was only observing you. I do appreciate what you are doing here, for your family and me. I also have noticed you do have a lot on your plate. Since I was starting to get bored, is there anything I can help you with?”

Donatello was still annoyed with her. “Could you clean my lab, dusting off shelves, vacuum and mopping the floor?” he asked.

“Of course I can do that, I'll start right away”, Ishtar answered smiling.

Two hours later she finished the job. Donatello looked approvingly at his now clean lab. With a chuckle he said, “anytime you get bored, you're welcome to clean in here.”

“I'm happy to help out, but I'm not your cleaning lady.” She tried to push him, and failed.

“Dear Ishtar, I'm an ninja. You can't just push me and expect me to loose my balance.”

With twinkling eyes and a playful smile she said, “oh yeah? That sounds like a challenge! I'm sure I'll be able to do it soon, in whatever way I can.”

“Hey Ishtar”, Raphael interrupted. “Did you already got permission from Leo for our trip?”

Remembering her intention to spend time with Raphael, she stepped away from Donnie and closer to Raph. “Uhm, sort of. He said we could work something out, if I can find out some stuff. I still need a location and to make sure I'm traceable Donnie is giving me a smart-watch..”

“A T-watch” Donnie said.

“... a T-watch.. And for safety reasons, maybe we should bring a rope with us?” she looked questioningly at Raphael.

“I'm not into ropes, babe. If you need saving, I'll jump after you in the water.”

“Mm, strong and brave mutant turtle saves gorgeous goddess. That sounds nice!”

Donatello snickered.

“Oh, shut up Donnie”, Raphael said.

Amused Ishtar asked, “can you help us find a suitable location?”

“After that nice clean-up you gave my lab? Of course I'll help.”

Half an hour later Ishtar walked with Raphael to Leonardo to show the results. “You did a good job. I will grant you permission for swimming, if you at least take Raphael with you. Depending on how this first time goes, you may get permission to go swimming more often. But never on you own.”

“Thank you very much, Leonardo”, Ishtar said with a bow. “Tonight is a new moon, I thought that would be the best time to go.”

“Yes, that sounds right. You two have fun!”

Ishtar turned around to Raphael. “I'll make my things ready. How do we get there?”

“We'll take my bike, you can ride with me. You get ya gear ready and relax for now. I'll fetch you when it's time.”

It took them sixty minutes to get to the location. When she stepped off the bike she saw a deserted beach with a calm surf and a sky full of stars. Ishtar walked slowly to the water and felt the magic flowing into her body. “Hello powers of Mother Earth, I feel you again”, she muttered. She put her bag down in the sand, spread her arms, palms up and let the energy of the beach and dark moon flow through her. She spoke ceremonial:

New Moon so dark in the night sky

that cannot be seen with naked eye

Grant me your dark energy to see

the new and the good coming to me

Grant me the power of dreams so true

so I can start my life anew

Grand me strength day by day

Mistress of Darkness show me the way

Grant me love in my life

take away trouble and strife

Grant me peace I ask of you

on bad times help me through

O'Goddess of Night so Devine

if you have heard me show me a sign.

She inhaled and sighed. Opening her eyes to the night sky, she saw a shooting star. She looked excited at Raphael, but he didn't look at her, he had kept watch. Fortunately it was a quiet night.

“If we stay near the pier, we don't stand out so much. I will stay under it and keep watch. I'll whistle softly when people come near. Then quickly come and stand under the pier”, Raphael instructed. “And call my name if you get into trouble.”

“Thank you so much for looking after me. I will need my full attention to get into the water.”

“I still think you are crazy, nobody in their right mind should go in this cold water. Are you really going to swim in this..?” Raphael asked and quickly pulled his toe out of the water.

“Oh, I've known for a long time that I'm pleasantly insane”, she chuckled and stepped into the water.

'Dear Mother Earth, this water is cold!' she thought. Step by step, putting one foot in front of the other, Ishtar walked slowly into the sea. Breathing in and long breaths out. 'Relax your shoulders Ishtar, try not to cramp.' She went into a semi-trance as she walked on, keeping in mind she had to stay close to the pier. When the water came to her waist, she stopped walking. Slowly she lowered her arms into the water. 'Oh fuck, how could the water be this cold already?!'

To maintain some body heat, she made fists of her hands and placed her arms around her body. When her breathing returned to normal after a few minutes, she lowered herself further into the water by bending her knees.

“Hey Ishtar”, Raph softly called out, “just checking on you, are you okay? Just nod..”

She nodded and returned her attention back to herself. 'The last part is always the hardest', she thought. She braced herself and quickly lowered herself completely into the water, until only her head was still above water. And immediately stood upright again. 'Oh wow, I did it! Now, quickly out of the water, gosh this was cold.'

Raphael was already searching her bag for a towel. Without thinking about the possible consequences, she stripped the wet clothes off her body. Gratefully she took the towel from Raphael, noticing he was looking at her naked body and began to dry herself off. Her skin was now so cold she barely felt the towel touch her skin.

Raphael still kept watch, thinking 'She must feel extremely safe in my presence, otherwise she wouldn't be standing naked near me. Damn that body of her... And that  ass..' He swallowed and said, “I still think you're insane, but that was pretty bad ass.” When he placed a hand on her back, he froze. “Damn babe! Your skin is freezing cold. Are you sure you're alright?” he asked concerned.

“Yes, as soon as I have my dry clothes on and have drunk some tea and eaten something, for sure. My skin will warm up again, don't worry. I am curious though, how cold is that water?”

“Donny gave me a thermometer, it was 55 degrees..”

“Fahrenheit? Ugh, I cannot work with that! I'm used to Celsius..”

“I'm just glad you're still alive and talk normal. Who's this Celsius dude?”

“The dude who made a temperature scale and named it after himself. It's based on two fixed points and... oh wait, do you actually wanna know this information.?”

Raphael shook his head.

“Oh well, I'll ask Donny to convert it for me.”

“ 'kay, pack your things, we're going home now. Just by looking at you, I'm getting cold. You can resist all you want, but back home I'll throw you under a hot shower.”

Ishtar let herself be taken away, thinking she was already planning to take that shower.

Since she hadn't fully warmed up yet, it was pretty cold on the bike. Shivering she held on tight to Raphael, trying to stay warm. He felt her shivering and worried about it. When they were back in the garage, Raphael wanted to pick her up and carry her to the shower.

“Thank you my knight in shiny armor, but I can still walk. You wanna join me in the shower?”, she asked invitingly.

“Happy to”, he answered eager.

Downstairs in the lair they first visited Donatello to tell him they were back again. Before Donatello could tell about the results, Raphael cut him of. “She needs a shower first, Donnie. The water was already 55 degrees and she was shivering on the ride home. She feels like a icicle.” And quickly directed Ishtar towards the shower, fleeing the storm of words from his brother.

They entered the bathroom and Raphael locked the door.

“Uhm, please don't do that. We can easily show unwanted visitors the door by just using our voice.”

Reluctantly Raphael unlocked the door. “I'll turn the tap for ya, make sure it's nice and hot enough.”

“Not too warm to start with, please. If it's too hot, I will burn my skin. We can always turn up the heat later”, she added smiling. And yawned. “Oh, sorry about that, common side effect.” She hurried taking her clothes off and stepped under a nice warm shower and moaned, “oh, this is so nice.”

Her moan vibrated through Rapheal's body, he shuddered. But Ishtar yawned again and looked sleepy.. Raphael undressed and stepped closer. She held her hand out invitingly. “I'm alright, just very tired. This is a normal reaction to cold water. Probably be alright in the morning again.”

'She needs safety right now', Raph thought, trying to hold down his hard-on. He held her in an embrace and they stood there under the water, enjoying the warmth and each others company.

A scary thought entered Raphael's mind. Unable to keep that thought to himself he said, “Ishtar, you haven't put me in the friend zone, have you?”

Ishtar hugged him tighter, “No Raph, you're definitely NOT in the friend zone. Right now, I'm too tired for bedroom gymnastics but if you sleep in my bed tonight, who knows..”

“I'd like that..” and stepped out the shower, dried himself, put his gear back on and then held out a towel for Ishtar. She grateful let him dry her. She noticed how gentle he was in his touch, especially around her breasts and lower regions. She was so tired, but it still turned her on. Reluctantly she put her panties and shirt on. Raphael picked her up and carried her to her room. He lay her down and tucked her in. “I will report your swim to Leonardo and then join you in bed. See ya in a bit.”

She nodded and already drifted away in a peaceful sleep.

Ishtar felt so safe and comfortable sleeping in Raphael's arms. But she really had to pee. She tried to wiggle out of his embrace, only to be held tighter. “Raphael”, she whispered, “I need to go to the bathroom, please let me go. I'll be back soon.”

“You better be”, he groaned.

She did her business and walked quickly back to her room. She found Raphael awake now, lazily stroking himself and defiantly looking at her. Enjoying the view and biting her lip she slowly walked towards the bed. “When did this happen?” she asked.

“This happened the day we met..” he said in a husky voice. “And every time you're near me.”

Ishtar's body woke up quickly now, wanting to be close to him, wanting to ride him. In a quick motion she took off her clothes, climbed on the bed and crawled to Raphael. She laid herself down on his plastron, facing his big shaft.

“What are you planning to do, babe?” Raphael asked curious.

“Planning? What's that? I can't think anymore.” And she licked the tip of that big shaft. Raphael's head slammed back in his pillow, calling out her name and churring loud. Gripping the base tight, holding him in place, Ishtar licked him again and again, lapping at the steady flow of precum. She opened her mouth and put his cock in, sucking hard on it. Feeling a trembling Raphael beneath her who groaned and churred constantly, was her reward. Not waisting time she dived back in on his throbbing cock. While she sucked and stroked him, she added humming and a churr.

“Babe”, Raphael panted, “you're... driving...me...nutsss...”

Smiling with her mouth full, she said “good!”

“Aaah... yes... keep doing that..” he groaned.

Still curious, he lifted his head, he wanted to see how she was doing it. Unfortunately for him, her body blocked the view. But he did see her ass with spread legs, and in between... her cunt. He started to caress her legs, inner thighs and slowly worked his way to her beautiful lips. “Hhh, where is your beautiful rosebut, babe?”

“Slide your fingers further down... a bit more.. Aaah, yes! There! Oooh... yes... that feels so good..” she moaned.

Raphael slid his arms under her legs and pulled her closer. “Let's find out how you taste”, he growled. Sticking his tongue between her folds he could taste her juices. “Damn, ya taste good, babe.”

She lay there panting and moaning, and still had one hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking him, sometimes squeezing, but out of focus. Raph's tongue was all she cared about now, feeling completely at his mercy. “Aah... Raphael... gha... fuck yeah..” was all she could say. And then unexpectedly Raphael licked her anus. Ishtar yelped and jumped up. Looking behind her she saw Raph's smug smile. “What? Don't ya like that?” he asked.

“Not sure, got no experience with that.”

“Come lie down again, I ain't done with you yet and I love that view of yours.”

She grinned, “yeah, same..”

Raphael buried his face against her cunt again. Licking and sucking until she came, screaming his name. 'Damn, it sounds great to hear her scream my name', he thought. As she lay there panting on his plastron, he gave her one last lick.

“Aah!” she squeaked, “careful, very sensitive right now..”

“Turn around babe, so I can see your face.”

She complied and started kissing him. “That was amazing, Raphael!” she whispered.

“Says the one who can best Mickey..” Raph said with another churr.

Instead of lying down Ishtar sat up, and pushed herself on her haunches, right above his cock. Looking in his eyes, she said “hold yourself upright, so I can wrap myself around you.”

Raph's mouth dropped open astonished. After a few seconds he did as he was asked. Ishtar placed her hand around his, still looking at him and lowered herself around the head. She didn't go any further, instead let it slid in and out. 'Shell, I want to see his face when he cums.' And he will cum, she was sure of it. Hearing certain kind of changes in his breathing and of course the unintentional jerks of his hips. “Cum for me!” she commanded.

Raphael took hold of her waist and pulled her all the way down, filling her completely with his manhood. Climaxing hard, he screamed her name.

She could feel his cock pulsating inside of her, 'damn his feels so good!'

His dick was thicker than Mickey's and Donnie's, leaving less room for all his cum. She felt it run down her legs and drip on the bed.

Still panting, Raphael held his hands out, inviting her to lie down. She felt drowsy, yawned and crawled into his arms. Raph pulled a sheet over them, sighed content and they fell asleep together.

[nanakah]

# Last dance aka Miko Iino Cannot Love, part 6/And Thus, Yu Ishigami Closed His eyes, part 4

This post is an excerpt/sample of my IN CASE OF EMERGENCY BREAK GLASS

Ishimiko confession fanfic for Kaguya-sama. When it's all said and done, I promise to eventually write the rest and post the whole thing in all of its embarassing glory! I tried out an experimental, dialogue-heavy approach as I envisioned it comic-like. There are some minimal descriptions for impact, though. Shameless fluff, no drama here!

Without further ado:

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"Iino. Remember when I said we needed to talk?”

“Sure...is it about the election speech tomorrow? It's ok if you feel nervous. I know it sucks speaking to so many people.”

“No,no. Not really. I got that all set.”

“ ...That’s good. I believe you can do it, more than anyone.”

“Y-yeah, thanks for trusting me. It’s about something else.”

“Um, I'm the one who should be thankful. Ok. Then,what is it?”

“Well, uh. I debated long and hard with myself if I should really do this before such an important day to you. But I decided I couldn’t give it my all unless I got it out of my mind.”

“Alright…”

“So I really hope you can hear me. It’s going to be a lot and some parts might even sound unbelievable, but I want you to bear with me."

"Ishigami…?"

"Will you please listen to me until the end? This, uh. It's really hard for me. But I wanted...no, I have to do it like this. I need to be as direct as possible."

"It’s alright, Ishigami. It sounds really important, so I'll listen to everything you have to say."

"...Will you really? Everything? Then, could you also please try not stopping or yelling at me until I’m finished?"

"What is with that weird question! What do you take me for?"

“Oh, nono, I don’t mean to provoke yo-”

“Hahaha. Don’t worry, I’m just teasing you."

"Hah..ha…."

" I won't interrupt you or nag. Do you remember Fujiwara-senpai's game…? Back when I joined the StuCo?"

“...yeah. You mean the 'You can’t get mad" game', right?"

“Yup. That’s the one. I think I got the hang of it. And we promised Shinomiya-senpai to communicate better, even without them being here all the time, so...I’ll see to it properly.”

"T-thanks. I will, too. Here goes, then. “

She silently shook her head, encouraging him to go on.

(...)

(...)

(...)

"Do you remember a time in middle school, when someone left a flower and a letter on your desk?

I'm not sure if it's anything to you. If you remember it at all. I was a coward...I still kinda am, so I don’t know for sure if you have never even looked at it, or if you threw it out right away.

...that was me. Trying to reach out to you, but also. Trying to figure things out..."

(...)

(...)

(...)

"I've made up my mind.

I can’t revisit the past. But because of all this time we spent together, I know it's not too late to choose the future.

I took to heart Shinomiya-senpai’s words before our dance at the French Foreign Exchange Party: 'You can dance with other people in the middle, but you should save the first and last dance for your special someone'.

I don’t want to force you to accept anything. I just decided I couldn’t go on without letting you know the truth.

For longer than I've known myself...I wanted you to smile. But most of all, I wanted you to smile at me.

After all this...what I’m really trying to say is,

Iino, I like-”

“Wait!! Stop! STOP!!”

“Huh???”

“Don’t say it yet. I really need to ask you something first!”

“What the hell?? Right now?!”

“Yes”

“Unbelievable...ok! Do it, then.”

"Is that really true?"

"Huh? Uh...Which part? That was a mouthful."

"The letter. The sutera. Is that true?"

"That's your takeaway??? Yes, it is!!!"

"..."

"..."

"...iot."

"What?"

"You're really! Really….such an idiot! Idiot! Idiot!”

“Iino, I-”

“Idiot! Idiot!!”

“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t get mad?? What happened to your character development?!!”

“That’s from before I had any idea what a BIG DUMB IDIOT you really are!! You have no idea how much I hate you...”

“...”

“And most of all.The one I hate most right now...is me.”

“What…?”

“The biggest idiot here is me.”

“ What are you even saying?? Did you finally lose it?”

“ Shut up!! I behaved for your monologue.And now...YOU listen to me.”

“O-okay…?”

“That’s fair, isn’t it? Will you promise to listen to me, too?”

“ Uh...It is. I will."

"Alright."

" Hey, wait! I'm getting carried away...will you actually let me finish my turn talking first?”

"Not yet, hang on a second. I need to get my bag."

"Hold on! I won't be fooled by that one anymore!!! Are you leaving just like that??"

"No, of course not. I just need to make sure even you can understand."

"..."

"Ishigami Yu. Before you're ever that stupid again, I'll ask of you…"

"...and she's still insulting me…."

"Quiet. Can you close your eyes for a moment?"

"Um… that’s it?”

“CAN you?”

“ Yes, I guess."

"Thank you. I'll give this to you. And when you open your eyes again, I want you to owe up to your promise. Don't just listen to me...but say you'll look at your surroundings more, starting now. Understood?"

"Ok. You have my word."

"Open your hands."

He complied, and Miko slipped a small object in his hands.

Really small. It was shaped like a rectangle and seemingly had a smooth surface. He could feel something at the top too, like a ribbon.

A bookmark?

"What is this..?"

"You can open your eyes, Ishigami. And this time,"

Ishigami’s eyes focused on the delicate, handmade item resting on his hands.

A single, small, carefully laminated white flower bookmark filled his vision. Sutera diffusus - a beautiful little plant with so many hidden meanings.

A little strength.

A mindful heart.

Wisdom.

Familial Love.

Charming.

Forgotten lover.

“Iino…this. Could it be...?”

Burning feelings.

" This time, I'll make sure you see and hear everything clearly."

(...)

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[miss-dr-reid]

This is calm, and it's, Doctor #7

Being in Spencer's arms felt amazing. It was so warm and comforting. I was the slightest bit tipsy and very happy to accept his embrace for support. With my head on his chest, his heartbeat filled my ears and echoed through my head. So rhythmic and strong.

"I think you should go to bed, Y/N. It's getting awfully late and considering you napped earlier, I bet you're exhausted." his voice soft, caring and smooth. music to my ears. I hummed into his chest in response, not really listening to what he had said. "At least come sit on the lounge." he coaxed, starting towards my earlier napping spot.

He sat down and I followed. I didn't feel very tired, but he was right about earlier, when I had fallen asleep. I grabbed the throw cushion, shoved it on the lounge, laid my head on it and curled my legs up, burying my feet behind Spencer's back a little. His body scooched forward a touch, but settled back once my feet has stopped moving.

I had closed my eyes, just laying there, hearing the music quietly in the background. Spencer leaned back to grab the book off the table behind him. he sat there silently reading and I drifted off to sleep.

~

My eyelids were heavy as I yawned. I stretched my legs out, my feet touched the arms of the lounge,

'No Spencer.' I thought as I peaked over through half-opened eyes. The blanket that I was covered in smelt and felt amazing. IT was like being cuddled by a fuzzy Spencer. As I was waking and moving, I took the blanket off as my body started heating up.

I sat up and rubbed m eyes before stretching my arms and back, letting out a groan of pleasure as my back started popping. I stood up and dragged myself to the toilet. After finishing up, I looked in the mirror, the small amount of make-up I did have on was gone and my hair was a little frizzy from sleeping on the lounge. I shrugged my shoulders at my reflection, who returned the gesture and headed back out to the loungeroom.

Looking over to the lounge, hoping to see Spencer, I was startled.

"Good Morning," I jumped a bit, surprised by the perk in his voice, "Did you sleep okay?"

"Oh, yeah. surprisingly comfy lounge you have," I commented, nodding towards to lounge, "Were you there the whole time?"

"Yup. Let's just say, your back needs fixing." he laughed and passed me a cup of coffee. I took a sip, finding the coffee to be perfect.

"Wow, Spence, this is amazing!" I said, taking a big gulp before placing the mug down on the bench.

"I'm glad you like it. I remembered your order from the other day and thought I'd give it a go." He said, pressing his lips together in a smile, seeming very happy with himself.

We kept talking, while sipping our coffees. I asked him about the place and all the books. he continued to list off a few of his favourites. It was adorable to watch how excited he got about his favourite things. Seeing his face light up as he spoke.

I could watch him all day. the way his hair bounces as he gestures and turns his head. The dimples in his cheeks that pop in and out as he smile and talks. I found myself getting lost in thought as his words turned into a mush of syllables.

Suddenly, his phone rang. he looked at me and out his fingers over his lips in a 'sh' motion.

"Hey Morgan!" he chimed, "Oh, yeah. well, that would be great." /he looked at me, "Yeah ask her! I'd love to hang out with you guys. Just let me know." He said cheerily, hanging up.

I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Where's your phone." he stated, rather than asked. I turned around as I heard it vibrate on the coffee table. I ran over and picked it up, the name -Derek- displayed on the screen. I looked at Spencer and pulled my eyebrows cooked at him, he just shrugged and sipped his coffee.

"Hey Derek!" I greeted.

"Hey, Y/N, do you wanna hang out with me and Pretty Boy today?" he called, using the nickname that he gave Spencer.

"Yeah, sure. What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking, lunch, ice-cream, beach."

"Sounds like a date, Mr. Morgan, are you sure you want me there, I don't want to be interrupting on you and Spencer!" I poked my tongue out at Spencer, who just pulled a confused face at me.

"Don't you worry, you won't be. Plus, he said he'd <i>love<i> to hang out with you." I could feel the smirk on Derek's face as he spoke.

"He'd love to hangout with me, you say? well sure, count me in. Meet me in the coffee shop where this all started at twelve!" I hung up before he could respond.

I looked over at Spencer who was both confused and amused after listening to the conversation I just had.

"Well, I guess I better head off, go back to mine and get ready for the day...." I started walking towards his room where I had changed clothes yesterday.

"Your clothes are right next to the door!" he calls after me as I turn into his room.

I didn't want to take off the clothes he had lent me. Even though the trackies were wayyyy too long, even still as I had them up above my waist. It comforted me to know that he liked me enough to lend me some of his stuff to borrow - even if it was only for the night.

I took off the clothes, roughly folded them and laid them on a corner of his bed. I started putting my own clothes back on and looked up into the mirror, my mind suddenly going crazy.

'What would happen if he walked in right now and saw me practically naked? Would it be awkward? yes - of course it would be awkward.' I had to cut off my own thoughts. I quickly finished getting changed and headed back out to the lounge room.

I joined Spencer on the lounge, who was sitting reading a book.

"Thank you for having me over last night, I really appreciate it. I'm gonna go. Do you want me to pick you up on my way back?" I asked, trying not to intrude on his reading.

"That's okay. The coffee shop is only a few blocks from here, I can walk. Thank you though." He said, pressing his lips in to a smile as he looked up at me.

I said good bye, got up and walked toward the door. I was stopped right as I was about to open the door.

"Y/N!" his voice was very close, I turned around and he was right there. Suddenly, his arms were wrapping around me.

I was surprised, to say the least. He never touches anyone, let alone initiates the touching. I wrapped my arms around him immediately and squeezed a little.

"I'll see you soon." He said, smiling down at me, reaching behind me to open the door.

I walked out, waving goodbye.

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Sorry for the lack of updates, it's been a rough week. I'm going to try and update every day/ every other day!!

I would like to say thank you to everyone who has liked these stories and reblogged, it means so much and makes me so happy to see how many people are enjoying this story. <3

[sondepoch]

Of Flying Spatulas and Cakes Unbaked (Solomon x Reader)

You're not the best at cooking, though you're willing to try. And then there's Solomon, who seems to be pretty decent on his own, though entirely unwilling to put in more effort than necessary. So when you two have to work together to produce some human dishes for Diavolo's retreat, it's feels fitting that you collide in what can only be described as a chaotic tale of flying spatulas and cakes unbaked.

~Oneshot

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You made toast once.

And if burned coffee counts, that's another 'dish' you've 'cooked.'

But you have a feeling neither of those are answers that Barbatos is looking for, so when he asks you what meals you've prepared in the past, you simply respond: "Nothing, basically."

He flashes you an incredulous look, a disbelieving stare heavy with the implication that you're not telling him the truth to get out of work, but there's nothing else you can say.

It's true.

"Hey, it's not my fault," You grumble, crossing your arms. You don't miss Solomon's amused laughter next to you. "Lucifer never told me I'd be cooking a meal for you guys during this retreat."

Barbatos sighs, shaking his head. He instructs Solomon to watch over you very carefully before agreeing to leave the two of you alone. "I'll check in on both of you later. Try not to burn anything."

"What an ass," You tell Solomon when Barbatos is safely out of sight. He's a supernatural demon, so there's still a pretty good chance that he heard you anyway, but you can't really bring yourself to care right now.

"Aw, don't be upset just because he's better at cooking human food than you, a human, are." Solomon flashes you a knowing smirk, and it really takes every ounce of self-control for you to ignore him and begin flipping through a cookbook. There has to be something in here that you can make, right?

You flip to a page about pasta, figuring that it looks simple enough. Step one: Bring a pot of water to a boil. Step two: Add pasta. Step three: Add salt. Step four: Stir until the pasta has reached a state of—holdup, what the fuck does al dente mean?

You curse inwardly, wishing that Lucifer hadn't confiscated your phone when you entered the Devildom. Your D.D.D works fine when it comes to anything related to demons, but all information about the human world is encrypted with a special password that he never shared with you.

Tossing a glance back at Solomon, you bite your lip at the sight.

The sorcerer is leaning back, one leg propped up on the kitchen wall, scrolling through his phone, while his spare hand is held forward in a casting pose. It glows a light purple, and his magic brings the kitchen to life, pots flying around and knives chopping onions, all without the mage having to do a thing.

Stupid magic, you think. How is it fair that he's managed to tap into his magical strength when you can't even cast a spell? You think back to Asmodeus's words from yesterday. Asmo said that I have so much magical potential, too.

"Jealous?" Solomon asks with his usual aggravating smirk. You hadn't even noticed when he'd put his phone away.

"Of course not!" You cross your arms and glance at the page in your cookbook. You might not know what al dente means, but you can boil water.

"Well, good. Human food is meant to be prepared the human way, not the demon way." Solomon walks forward and glances at the page you're looking at. "Pasta? Well, those demon brothers will probably love what you cook regardless of how basic it is."

You flash an angry scowl his way and ignore him, pulling out a pot and filling it with water. You fiddle with the stove, not quite sure what heat setting to set it to. How long is this supposed to take? You furrow your eyebrows and try to remember something from your fifth-grade Home-Ec class, but your memory fails you. Ugh, guess I'll have to sit here and watch the whole time.

It's only while you're glaring at the lack of bubbles in the water that you recall Solomon's words.

"Wait, what do you mean?" You ask, turning to him. "Human food can only be prepared in the human way?"

"You mean you didn't notice?" Solomon puts down his phone, which he had taken back out after your initial reluctance to talk with him. He seems almost surprised that you're even asking him this question, but he opts not to comment on it. Good choice.

"Demons prepare their food differently from humans. Angels, too. For demons, the quality of their food comes from the quality of the ingredients. If you noticed, Barbatos took nearly two hours preparing the ingredients to their optimal stage...but when it came to the cooking, he just cast a spell and let that do the work."

You let out a small "oh" at Solomon's words. That makes sense, you suppose. "What about in the Celestial Realm, then?"

"Heh, for angels, it's all about the purity of your intentions. When Luke was cooking, he spent most of the time getting ready and stabilizing his mental state. Once he was spiritually balanced, his magic did the rest."

"And us?"

"Well, you know the drill. For humans—the normal ones, who don't know magic, that is—our only choice is to do it the hard way. A great chef will be able to produce excellent results even with average ingredients and a tainted soul. It's all about technique." The mage glances at you, giving you another amused smirk. "Something you clearly lack."

Yep. There it is.

There's the Solomon you know.

"Shut up," You grumble, taking out your frustration on the long strands of pasta as you shake them into a bowl. Your curiosity finally overrides your pride, though, and you turn to him with another question. "So then why are you using magic to do everything? Isn't that not the human way?"

"My food will taste like shit." Solomon smiles. "But that's their problem."

"Barbatos will be furious if he finds out," You warn with a smile, smacking him with a spatula that was flying around in the air. But you have to confess, the idea of pissing Barbatos off is pretty appealing. And if Solomon is the one doing the pissing off, that's even better!

But then the strangest thing happens.

The spatula smacks you back.

You flinch, mouth wide open in shock.

"D-d-did that actually just happen?" You murmur in disbelief, eyes locked on the plastic green-and-white utensil as it flies over to a pan to mix some vegetables.

"Yes. Yes, it did." Solomon stifles his laughter.

"Oh that's it, this spatula is going down." You stomp forward, reaching your arm out. You'll snap it in half, use another knife to chop it into tiny little bits, fry said tiny little bits into some god awful dish, and then you'll serve it to a demon with a flame specialty—so that the plastic in the spatula can spend the rest of its miserable life eternally locked in the fiery and churning depths of a demon's stomach.

Or at least, that's what you would do if not for Solomon holding you back.

"Let me go!" You screech, still reaching for the spatula. "I'm going to kill it! I'm going to make it regret its entire existence!"

Solomon sighs, lifting you up by the waist with both hands. In a single fluid motion, he has you facing your pot of water—now boiling—once more. "Geez, of course the spatula will respond like that. It's being controlled by magic. It has a mind of its own."

"Fine," You pout, tossing in handfuls of pasta. It's all a ruse though. The second Solomon leaves the kitchen, that spatula really will get to experience its own special circle of hell. You'll make sure of it. "So, what? If your food tastes inedible and my food is being prepared by me of all people, what will everyone eat tonight?"

Solomon put a finger to his chin, thinking for a second. "I doubt Barbatos will leave us to do everything. You saw that look on his face, he'll be back here any minute to take control. Knowing him, he'll probably be a better chef than you. Not that that's a particularly impressive feat."

"Shut up! At least I'm trying, unlike you. I'd like to see you make anything better with your bare hands, instead of relying on stupid magic spells."

"Is that a challenge?" Solomon asks with a grin. "If so, I accept." He strolls to the other end of the kitchen and begins preparing god knows what, and you can't help but remember that he's not just an all-powerful mage with 72 pacts; he'd also lived as a normal human. And despite his youthful appearance, he's probably been alive considerably longer than you.

Maybe challenging him isn't the best idea?

You bite your lip, staring at the pasta as it swirls around in the water. You poke it with a ladle, wondering if it's reached a state of al dente or not, before sighing and deciding to wing it. If the pasta is a little on the softer side, that won't hurt anyone, right? Yeah, you think. If anyone questions it, I'll just say that this is how we eat it in the human world.

From there on, you find that cooking is less difficult than you'd made it out to be in your head. The hardest part is when you work on the sauce, because you have to remember to keep mixing it so that the bottom doesn't curdle—whatever that means—but otherwise, making the dish goes by with fairly little problems. In fact, when the pasta and sauce are mixed together and placed on a big plate, the dish actually looks appetizing.

"I'm impressed," Solomon mutters when he sees you taking a picture of it for Devilgram. "But my cake will be better."

"Cake?" Your ears perk up at the word. It's been so long since you've had even a slice of human dessert. Lucifer had bought you a small poundcake for some demon holiday, but you'd offered a piece to Beelzebub and Mammon and before you knew it the entire thing was gone without you having taken a single bite.

"Yup," Solomon says, sprinkling flour into the batter. He mixes it slowly and thoroughly, but you can tell that the texture is still a little off. "Ugh, hand me that spoon, will you?"

You glance around and pick up the biggest spoon you can find, assuming that this is the one he's talking about. But when you go to hand it to Solomon, he gives you a strange look.

"MC, this is a measuring cup."

Oh.

The sorcerer sighs, stretching his arm out. You see the telltale purple light radiate off his arm as he quite literally summons the desired spoon to his side, only for you to yank it out of his hands. "Nope. Nu-uh. No can do, sir. This is a human cake we're preparing, so we are going to be doing this the human way."

You pinch a small clump of flour on your hand and spritz it in Solomon's face as a mock punishment for using magic, instantly reverting to helping him mix the batter. Or—again—that's what you would do if not for Solomon obstructing you.

"Hey!" You shriek in protest when he throws a handful of flour on your face in retaliation. "Oh, it's on."

You grab a tube of frosting that Solomon had filled, probably to decorate the cake with, and smear the pink on his chin, laughing when you realize how much it looks like a little beard.

"What's wrong?" You ask victoriously when he sees himself on the reflection of a metal bowl. "Don't like facial hair?"

"Oh, you don't know what you just got yourself into," Solomon mutters with a scowl, pinning both your arms at your side in a hug-like hold from behind while smearing chocolate fondue on your cheeks. As if that isn't enough, he sprinkles flour over your head, letting it fall and stick to the frosting, teasing you by saying it's "like snow."

"Snow, my ass." You struggle free of his grip and sprint to the small station you'd been working at to cook your pasta. Your eyes scan over the countertop before you find what you're looking for. Perfect! You grab the opened carton, turning around throwing the remnants of heavy cream on the boy following you. The look of sheer horror on Solomon's face as the droplets of white splatter over his black shirt makes it so worth it. "Now your shirt matches your hair!" You exclaim, clapping your hands optimistically.

But whatever eagerness you're feeling is squashed by Solomon's low growl as he uses his magic to transport the entire bag of flour into his hands. "No," You murmur, eyes wide with horror. "No, no, no. Solomon, don't—"

But he moves before you can get your next word out, dumping the whole thing on your head. That's right. The whole. Fucking. Bag.

For a second, you're paralyzed in shock. Even your vision seems a little whiter at the edges, particles of flour dusting your eyelashes delicately. Only Solomon's amused laughter is enough to stir you back into action, and once you start moving, nothing can stop you. "You. Asshole! I. Liked. This. Shirt!" You scramble to where he'd left a carton of eggs, throwing one at him in between every word. Most of them miss your target, but two land on him, the first making a satisfying smack as it breaks on his shoulder and the second one cracking right over his forehead, the yolk running into his hair. You'd been aiming for his face, but seeing the white locks twist into yellow is almost better.

"My hair!" Solomon exclaims in utter disbelief, shocked that you went that far. While he stands gaping, though, you've already found your next target: a plastic bottle full of whipped cream. You press down on the head experimentally, squealing in delight when a perfect swirl blossoms on your fingertips. You lick it, savoring the sweetness, before turning to Solomon. "No, MC." He puts up two hands protectively, as if you'll assault him at any given minute. "Don't do it. We can talk about this, nice and slow."

You pause for a second and give the sorcerer a moment of peace, to rejoice and maybe think that you're not going to rub whipped cream all over his face.

And then you pounce.

In a second, he's on the ground, under you, arms pinned to the floor by your legs as they straddle his upper body. He wriggles under your grasp, writhing desperately as the whipped cream approaches his face until the fluffy white substance has all but exploded over his face, hair, neck, and shirt.

You laugh.

But your mirth is short-lived. Solomon stares at you, jaw dropped in disbelief until you shake the bottle, upset to find that you've actually emptied its entire contents on him. And once shock is no longer holding the boy down, he taps into the demonlike strength he's developed in his many years in the Devildom, lurching forward in an instant.

"You—you—" Your words come out in stutters, forced into an unmoving stupor when you realize what Solomon just did. "You bastard!"

"Not so fun when you're on the bottom, is it?" Solomon smirks, no longer at your mercy. The jerk flipped you! "Unless you prefer it that way?" You force your gaze away from his at the innuendo, suddenly remembering that he spends as much time with Asmodeus as you do. Your cheeks burn, feeling hotter than hell itself, as you realize what a compromised position you're in.

"Aw, is little MC embarrassed?" Solomon continues his teasing, and you pick up a clump of flour remaining on the floor from when Solomon literally poured the entire bag's contents over your head, and throw it in his face. The mage temporarily flinches, but he doesn't give you any chance to escape, taking a moment to wipe his face clean of the everything you'd thrown at him over the course of this mini food-fight.

He glances at the ungodly clump of sweetness in his hands.

"No," You murmur when a devilish smile blooms on his face. You bring up your arms to push his chest away as he leans closer, but Solomon grabs the two hands troubling him and pins them above your head. "Stop! Solomon, don't do it!" But your pleas go unheard and in the end, it's your desperate thrashing that saves you, most of the sugary mix being smeared on your neck and jaw instead of your face.

"Asshole," You seethe when he's done.

"Aw, but you look so cute like this." Your eyes widen at the words, and you can instantly feel the heat on your cheeks intensifying. "So cute when you're all flustered."

"Sh-shut up! I'm not!" You turn your head away from Solomon. For the first time, you're thankful for the chocolate fondue that covers your cheeks. If he were to know just how abashed his actions are making you, there's not a single doubt in your mind that it would simply be used as further ammunition to tease you with.

"You're not?" Solomon mutters, that aggravating smirk still on his face. He leans forward, bowing his head down low until his white locks tickle your forehead. "How about now?"

"N-no," You mumble and look away. You're no Lucifer, but you want to keep at least a little of your pride. But it seems that Solomon takes your words as a challenge, and within seconds he's dipped his head even lower and his lips are on yours—sweet, covered in frosting, and soft.

You gasp at the contact, not expecting this of all things...but it's strangely pleasant. And a quiet voice at the back of your mind tells you not to pull away.

But then Solomon leans his head back up and his smile is even more exasperating, so before he can get a single teasing word out you pull your head off the ground and capture his lips once more, leaning back when his mouth curves into a smile. You can't suppress a small grin from forming on your own lips when Solomon's grip around your wrists loosens, still leaving a hand to cage over them but bringing another frosting-covered one to slide into your hair. It makes for a nice pillow between you and the ground.

Your smile widens when you feel Solomon's daring tongue dart at your lips, a flirtatious summon for more. More of the moment, more of this, more of you. And suddenly, it doesn't even matter that the two of you are covered in the ingredients of the cake that will now go unbaked. Because Solomon's lips are on yours and you're both breathless and it's hot and sweet and it feels invigorating.

There's not a doubt in your mind that the two of you would enjoy the moment far more—you eventually do, in the privacy of closed doors—if not for Barbatos's sudden appearance in the doorway.

Your breath catches in your throat.

The demon's gaze doesn't land on you immediately, much to your chagrin. His olive eyes first scan over the kitchen countertop, the ripped-open flour bag, the spilled carton of heavy cream, half-empty tubes of frosting, and the hideous mess of food that covers nearly every inch of the floor. He glances nervously at the oven, which is still on but thankfully devoid of any burning food that might ruin the dinner.

And it's only then that his stare fixates on the two of you: frozen mid-makeout, covered in frosting, whipped cream, and flour. You tense under Solomon, feeling his muscles stiffen in turn, both your eyes locked onto the demon in front of you.

"...I suppose you'll want me to believe that this is part of the cooking process?"

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Word count: 3.3k

Notes: This was inspired by the fact that Solomon's smile in the game always looked more like a devilish smirk~ I feel like he'd be such a brat x3 one of my all-time favs tho

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[oddeyecadia]

aren't humans supposed to be scared of death?

lucifer/main character

also posted on ao3

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His glare alone could kill a thousand souls.

It wasn't a fair battle for (M/C) only had one, the same soul that was almost some demons' dinner earlier.

Most of the time when his eyes would fall on her, her heart would skip a beat and she'd forget how to breathe. Right then, she was still at lost for breath, but only because it seemed like he wanted to rip her lungs into pieces. A contrast to how gentle he was holding her in his arms moments ago.

It was times like these that (M/C) wished she had even half of Beel's athleticism. Adrenaline wasn't enough to increase her speed, but at least it helped with distracting her from her aching feet. There were two– no, three demons chasing her. If it was only one, she would've decided to fight, but their number didn't give her a choice but to run for her life.

She turned to an alleyway hoping to find somewhere to hide and found nothing but a dead end.

"You done wasting our time yet?" A panting voice came up behind her.

Trying to catch her breath, (M/C) quickly turned to the owner of the voice. The same demons who she turned down– one she might've given a black eye –were blocking her way. There were five of them now, five demons with hungry eyes starting at her. Where the hell did the other two come from?

She backed up and widened her stance. Running away and hiding from them were crossed out, there was no way she could get out of this situation without at least trying to defend herself. With a sprained feet and a trembling body, she for sure wouldn't win, but what choice did she have?

One of them spoke. "If only you just accepted our offer. You really had the guts to reject us, you, a human!" There was a hint of disgust in his last words.

She was about to say how she would rather lose her soul than accompany them to The Fall when the same demon aggressively pulled her by the wrist, making her squeak. His grip was so tight that it stung her skin, but she couldn't careless. All she wanted right then was to give the demon multiple kicks in the balls.

The others cheered him on as his face moved closer to hers. Gritting her teeth, she tried to pull away but his grip only tightened. She could feel his breath on her neck when he said, "Such a pure soul too. Free dinner's about to be good."

Her stomach flipped in the most unpleasant way as she shut her eyes, expecting to meet pain. Memories of soft crimson eyes flashed through her mind and she found herself internally calling for its owner.

It was only then that the fear started to sink in.

As if her prayers had reached the celestial realm, in a matter of seconds, the tight grip on her wrist disappeared and her feet was off the ground. Harsh wind blew through the alleyway and the scent of musk she loved so much hit her nose. She didn't need to open her eyes to know who was holding her but when she did, the same crimson eyes met hers and suddenly, all the tension in her body faded away.

She had always felt safest in Lucifer's arms.

(M/C) could almost taste the bitter atmosphere filling his office as Lucifer stood in front of her with his arms crossed. Daring to look him in the eye once, she regretted that decision immediately when a chill ran down her spine. She held onto her own arm for comfort.

Whenever his brothers would misbehave, he'd scold them for an eternity as one of the many punishments. He haven't said a word ever since he fought the group of demons who tried to murder her tonight, though. She'd rather have the repetitive reminders and sarcastic remarks than his silence that was more terrifying than the Devil King himself. She haven't even met said king.

After moments of hesitation, she finally found her voice. "Lucifer, I'm–"

"Mind telling me what you were doing alone in the streets of Devildom in the middle of the night?"

(M/C) gulped at his sharp tone. "I just– I needed to buy supplies for my school project due tomorrow, so I went out to get some."

"And you chose to go alone?"

"Well, everyone's already asleep."

"You of all people would know that I would still be in my office even at this hour. I would have been willing to accompany you if you asked." It was obvious that he was trying his best to keep his composure, but the way his voice was getting louder and more aggressive was ruining his facade.

She took a deep breath, praying to his father that her next words wouldn't fuel up the fire too much. "I doubt that you would even leave your desk if I ask you. Besides, the store wasn't that far and I didn't wanna bother any of you."

"That is not an excuse!" She didn't know it was possible but the furrow on his brows got even deeper. "It is irresponsible to do school projects the night before the deadline, first and foremost."

He lost her at the word irresponsible. (M/C) was pretty sure she had received this very same talk for over a million times, she didn't need to hear it again.

The way he spoke with such authority reminded her that she was talking to Lucifer, the Vice President of the student council and Diavolo's right hand man, not the Lucifer who would wake her up early in the morning so they could have the table on their own during breakfast or the Lucifer who put his coat on her when she accidentally slept on the couch.

This was the Lucifer his brothers would daydream of punching on a daily, but still the Lucifer she'd risk everything for.

"What's wrong? Having trouble falling asleep?"

(M/C) only blinked at the demon. She should've known she would run into Lucifer when she decided to roam around the halls of the House of Lamentation when everyone was asleep. It was rare for him to leave his desk at this hour, though. Perhaps luck just wasn't by her side.

"Uhm, yeah kind of." She answered honestly.

"May I ask why?"

She could only bite her lip. Was it a good idea to say she was just missing her room in the human world? Or that she was craving for her parent/s' hug? Would he even understand what homesickness was? It didn't matter, she wasn't scared of opening up to him but knowing Lucifer, he'd probably report this to Lord Diavolo and knowing Diavolo, who knew what ridiculous human event would he attempt to pull off if he found out. Although, it would be fun to watch the crown prince try, it would only remind her more that she wasn't in the human world with her family.

She gave Lucifer a hopefully convincing laugh. "Oh, it's pretty stupid. Levi and I watched a horror movie earlier. It's kind of hard to sleep when the creepy stuff keeps replaying in my head."

"Hmm. I never thought you'd be the type to be scared of fictional monsters, (M/C)."

He was right. (M/C) was in literal hell for Devil King's sake. No monster or ghost could ever scare her anymore.

"I guess you just don't know me as well as you thought." She said, keeping the act.

It took him too long to speak again that she was afraid her lying abilities were getting rusty. "Well then, I have a suggestion." A grin formed on his lips. "How about we share the bed?"

Her breathing stopped as the room grew several degrees higher than usual. Share the bed? Share the bed?

It seemed like her head didn't have control of her mouth for she just said, "Sure. Why not?"

Later as (M/C) felt the other side of Lucifer's gigantic bed dip, she started to realize why Why not? was such a stupid thing to ask.

It was like she was on her first day at RAD again, growing an interest in the most powerful demon in Devildom. She couldn't help it, he was undeniably attractive and the way he so confidently presented himself was gravitating. Lucifer was, for lack of a better word, hot.

But that was only what he was to her, an eye candy that was way out of her league. He was too much of a stuck up for her anyway, so she decided not to let her feelings grow into anything more.

She thought she had managed to forget about her embarrassing crush, but the way her heart almost jumped out of her chest as she felt him lay down beside her told her otherwise.

"(M/C)." He called.

"Yup?"

"You're going to end up falling off if you stay on the edge there. It is much comfier here in the middle, come."

The way his voice dropped at the last word made her feel things, particularly in her lower region. She shook off the thoughts before it could conquer her whole body. Giving the wall she had been staring at for minutes an internal farewell, she finally faced him for the first time she lied in his bed that night.

The butterflies in her stomach flying around for fun were now in chaos.

Right before her was Lucifer in a plain black shirt, looking as ethereal as ever. With a cheeky smile on his lips, his gloveless hand gave the space beside him a pat and she settled closer beside him like the fool that she was.

"Happy?"

He chuckled, most likely at how her face was heating up. "Very. So what's the true reason?"

"Excuse me?"

"What was the reason you couldn't sleep?" He must have noticed how she froze for a second for he let out another snicker. "Don't act so surprised. You laugh for no reason whenever you aren't being truthful. A pretty bad liar for someone so cunning."

She should feel embarrassed but the way he noticed this little fact about her just made her grin. "Alright, you got me. I didn't lie about the horror movie, though. We did watch one but... yeah, it's not the reason I couldn't sleep."

Crimson eyes just stared at her as if asking her to continue. (M/C) sighed. "I was just missing my life back home. That's all."

"Are you not enjoying your stay here?"

"No! No, of course not. I like it here. You and your brothers are like family to me. Sometimes I just miss my family in the human world, you know?"

He hummed in what seemed like understanding. "It can't be helped. You've never been away from them for this long, correct?"

She shook her head in response, chest getting heavy at the fact that she haven't talked to her family in months. "No. I guess this is normal, though, I'm just naturally a family person. I rarely even go to sleepovers just because it feels weird not being a room away from them."

"Is that so?" His eyes avoided hers. "We aren't as different as I thought."

Most people would be taken aback if they heard his last words, but (M/C) knew better. Lucifer wasn't the most affectionate brother. In fact, he seemed like someone who'd leave all his brothers tied up on a railway if he could, but in truth, he would just leave to destroy the train itself. "You don't like sleepovers too?" She joked.

Something in her chest blooms when a small laugh came out of him. "If what we are doing now is what you consider a sleepover, then no, it is certainly to my liking." Their eyes met again and she swore she melted right then and there. "Regardless, the purpose of a sleep over is well, to sleep. Unless you really are terrified because of that horror film."

"Pff. Why would I be terrified? I'm with the strongest demon in all of Devildom."

"You are aware I could kill you, no?" It was almost funny how causally he just said it.

She shrugged. "So could anyone."

"Death doesn't scare you?"

"I mean, honestly I'm much more scared of hurting the people I'd leave behind." She answered without hesitation. "You're probably the one not scared of it." Could you even die? She thought of asking but decided to keep her mouth shut.

An odd expression grew on his face, a look she haven't seen before. It was much softer yet gloomier for some reason. "No." He let out a deep sigh as he avoided her eyes again. "Losing someone because of death, however..."

He didn't continue, and he didn't have to. The sorrow in his voice already had the weight of a thousand words.

"You know how dangerous it is out there, especially for a human. May I remind you that you're nothing but a walking dinner for most demons." He continued.

"I know that, alright? You don't have to remind me. I promise, I won't do it again." She said, taking defeat for she just wanted to get this over with. Running away from a gang of demons as she feared for her own life took a lot of energy out of her and she just wanted to rest, but she knew Lucifer was far from done.

"You better. Can you imagine what would happen if I didn't find you sooner? Not only would you get hurt and ruin the exchange program but you also–"

Something in her snapped, heart dropping deep into her stomach.

Of course. Of fucking course.

"I also what?" She asked confidently despite her whole body trembling. She didn't miss how his eyes widened for a second. "Could've damaged yours and Diavolo's reputation? Could've given you more paper works and bills to pay?"

(M/C)'s fists clenched, slapping herself internally for even thinking that he actually, genuinely cared for her, that she was important enough for him to risk his life protecting her when all this time, he was just protecting someone else's name.

All the hand holding, the good night kisses, the times he asked her to stay in line on the phone for comfort, the soft smiles, it was all done for business. He must've noticed how fond she was of him and took it to his advantage.

He was doing all of those only to make her experience at the Devildom more pleasing so she wouldn't write anything negative about the student exchange program. It was all about the stupid exchange program. In the back of her head, she already knew this could be the case, so why did it still leave a heavy weight in her chest?

She scoffed pityingly at her own foolishness. "What else, huh? I could've ruin Diavolo's dreams of strenghtening the relationship between the three worlds–"

"This isn't just about that." He let his fists fall on his side.

With tears forming in her eyes, she dared to step forward. "Well, sorry, Vice president! I didn't mean to give the student council another headache."

"(M/C)."

"I'm sorry for leaving a bad record to Diavolo's precious–"

"–YOU COULD'VE DIED!"

In the aftermath of the shout, the silence seemed so deafening. It was his turn to take a step closer and it was only then when she noticed it.

He was shaking. "You could've died." He said, softer this time. "This is more than just because of the program. I nearly lost you." There was that odd expression again.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as her mind went back to one of their previous conversations in his bed. Not missing the way his hand kept slightly lifting up and back down as he talked, she took the initiative and placed her own on his cheek. "But I'm still here." She said, almost in a whisper for they were so close, their bodies were almost touching.

He put his hand on top of hers, gently kissing its palm as an unspoken apology. It wasn't much, he was still the avatar of pride after all, but it warmed her heart that he was trying.

Taking her hand and intertwining it with his own, his head dropped to her shoulder. His soft breathing tickled her skin. As she thread her fingers through his hair, she couldn't help but appreciate this side of him. This was the Lucifer no one had ever seen, the Lucifer who despised even the thought of not being by her side, the one who loved hand holding, the one who'd turn into a blushing mess whenever she'd kiss him out of nowhere, the Lucifer only she got to see.

With a deep sigh, he finally spoke again. "What am I going to do with you?"

She tried to pull away to respond but as soon as she moved, his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back in. (M/C) couldn't protest, she didn't want to, so they stayed close for a long while.

[irarelypostanything]

RWBY "Enemy of Trust" Pitch Meeting (ScreenRant Ripoff)

*Spoilers*

Producer: So I understand you have the RWBY season finale script for me

Writer: Yes sir, I do. And I'm sure you have lots of important questions that we've been building to all season

Producer: Absolutely. Like how is Qrow doing, and does he turn into a crow to escape?

Writer: What? That fight is over. I was talking about the other climactic battles in the series that are-

Producer: Qrow is my favorite character in the series. How does he escape?

Writer: He doesn't. He apparently turns himself in

Producer: Why?

Writer: What do you mean why? His mental state, he's with someone whose semblance is lie detection...can we please just move on?!

Producer: Fine. How is Neo doing?

Writer: Glad you asked! She really crushes team JNPR by using her umbrella

Producer: Her umbrella?

Writer: Yeah, it's by far the strongest weapon in that fight. It's bulletproof and can deflect even Nora's hammer

Producer: Must be one heavy umbrella. But I think you meant to say team JNR

Writer: Right

Producer: Does Neo manage to beat team JNR by haunting them with the form of Pyrrha, who was Jaune's love interest until seconds before she died?

Writer: I have to say, you have really been creeping me out with these pitch ideas

Producer: Don't look at me, you're the one who wrote season three. I hope you're still considering the idea of Ren choosing to side with Ironwood next season and fighting Nora

Writer: Uh...sure. I'll file it with your idea of dropping Atlas

Producer: Yup. Literally. Killing everyone. And speaking of characters who are going to die, how's Penny?

Writer: She becomes the maiden

Producer: Oh does she? I feel like there was no build up to that

Writer: What do you mean? There definitely was

Producer: I guess I'm still just disappointed the villains didn't hack her and turn her into a mass killing machine. Cinder is the second strongest character in the series...is it going to be hard to defeat her?

Writer: Actually, it's going to be super easy. Barely an inconvenience

Producer: Oh really?

Writer: Yeah, the dying maiden wakes up and stops her

Producer: What is she like?

Writer: She's the most endearing, likable character in the entire season

Producer: Make her die so we can move the plot along

Writer: Yes boss. Finally, I have Ironwood shoot Oscar, which immediately breaks through his aura

Producer: WHAT? You can't do that

Writer: This from the guy who is teeming with bloodlust

Producer: Yeah, death among adults and soldiers. Oscar is a kid. Not cool

Writer: Well in the script, Ironwood shoots once to disable his aura, then shoots again to immediately kill him

Producer: No. Not acceptable. Have him fall into oblivion instead and then miraculously survive, thanks to Ozpin

Writer: Fine. That's pretty much it. What do you think?

Producer: I think Cinder definitely should have killed more than zero people in her fight, fueled by the hatred of seeing Ruby again, and Winter also should have killed more than zero people...but all in all, good season. Way better than 4 and 5

Writer: And 6?

Producer: Not 6, genies and snow death and watching people get their eyes cut out have a special place in my heart

Writer: I threw in a Clover death, just to keep the tone dark and to your liking

Producer: He's literally the only character I DIDN'T want to see die this season

Writer: Oh

Producer: Get out of my office now

[smileyoongle]

Idol BTS! Reaction To You Having A Terminal Illness Part 2

Hey there! I didn't think my terminal illness reaction was that good. Thank you so much. I'm pretty shocked that you actually wanna read more to it. So I hope you like it, anon!

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Kim Seokjin:

Jin sat at the very bench where he had found out about your illness. He still wasn't over you, he would never be. It had been a year since you passed away and this was a usual habit of his. He would come to this place and imagine as if you were sitting by him, listening to whatever he had to say. He closed his eyes and let the wind caress his face. "Hello, princess. I'm back, as always." He let out a chuckle at his own words. "I hope heaven's treating you well. If they aren't, then they better be careful. I'll be there soon, you know." He said, looking at the stars in the sky. Jin knew very well that soon meant a pretty long time, but he was willing to wait it out. "Oh, did I mention that they tried to set me up on a blind date again? Yeah, I don't understand why they wouldn't give up because there's no way someone else can be what you were to me." He mumbled, eyes gazing at the empty seat next to him. He remembered how you told him that he had to find someone. Someone who would love him as you did. But Jin knew that there was no one. There could never be. Suddenly, his phone rung, screen flashing jungkook's name. He shook his head and ignored the call. "I'll be back, princess. Take care. I love you." He smiled at the stars. Getting up from the bench, he went to his car, knowing that he'll be back and you'll listen to him. Like always.

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon stood near the grey stone, your name engraved in it. It gave him great comfort in knowing that you were still here, beneath all the mud, resting in peace now. He kneeled beside your grave, placing the fresh orchids above all the other flowers. Everyone had gone home after the ceremony was over, leaving Namjoon to grieve in his own way. Your family had also left with heavy hearts, tears streaming down their faces on the loss of someone so dear to them. "I miss you, already," Namjoon whispered, clenching his eyes shut, trying not to cry. Not being able to hold it back, he let it all out. Taking off his glasses that you loved so much, he covered his face with his hands. The gentle wind ruffled his hair as if it were your fingers. He felt your presence, your head on his shoulder, your hand rubbing his back soothingly. "It'll be okay, Joon. I promise." Your sweet voice sounding like music to his ears. He slowly removed his hands from his face, revealing his red eyes and wet cheeks. You smiled at him before placing your lips on his forehead. Namjoon knew very well that this was only an illusion and he wanted it to last as long as possible. "I know it'll be okay, Y/N." He said, crying and holding your hand as you started to fade away. "I love you." He sniffled, watching as you left him. He stood up, taking slow steps backwards, eyes never leaving your grave. Turning around, he forced himself not to look back. "I'll be fine, Y/N. I promise." He muttered, taking in a deep breath and preparing to start a life without you.

Min Yoongi:

The computer screen emitted light strong enough to illuminate the dark studio. Yoongi had been writing songs for the upcoming album, barely getting any sleep. He decided to take a break and proceeded to save the track, closing the tab to reveal your face. It had been 4 years since you went to a better place but it didn't feel like it. Instead, it was as if you never left, as if you were constantly around him. Maybe it was because of a certain 12-year-old girl that had eyes like yours even though she was adopted. Yoongi sighed and closed his eyes, ready to take a nap. A few minutes later, he felt hands covering his eyes and a small giggle ringing through the studio. "You're back early," Yoongi mumbled, taking the smaller hands into his own. "Yup, I had a dream where mom told me to check on you so here I am and clearly she was right." Said your daughter, gazing around the darkroom before going to switch on the lights. Yoongi let out a groan before turning his chair around to see her sitting on the plush couch, fiddling with the hem of her school uniform. Yoongi frowned and went to sit beside her. "And what could be bothering my rockstar?" He asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. The young girl hesitated before raising her head to see Yoongi's concerned face. "It's Mother's Day tomorrow." She let out the words and gazed down at the carpet. Yoongi felt a wave of sadness go through him when he saw the tears trailing down his daughter's cheek. "I miss her, dad." She mumbled, voice cracking before she broke down into sobs. Yoongi pulled her into a hug and tried to control the tears threatening to spill. "She doesn't have to be here to be with you, remember? She's watching us from up there and she would hate to see us like this. Do you want her to be sad?" He said, voice as gentle as a feather. The 12-year-old shook her head and wiped her tears. Even though you left, you definitely prepared them to live without you. It wasn't easy at first but life goes on and people move on too.

Jung Hoseok:

The children laughed and chased each other around, the sun shining brightly in the sky. Hoseok admired the scene in front of him, thinking about the possibilities of saving at least one of the kids from being consumed by the illness that took you away from him. He looked up at the sky and smiled. He had just made a generous donation to a cancer charity for children in your name. He didn't want anyone to ever go through the pain of losing someone in such a terrible way. He felt his coat being tugged at, making him snap out of his thoughts. He looked down to find a little girl, holding a little teddy bear in one hand. "Hello Mr, are you an angel?" She asked, looking up at him with big and hopeful eyes. He chuckled and kneeled down in front of her. "What makes you say that?" He asked, still smiling. "Ms Jo said that an angel had come to let us know that we'll be okay. I'm sorry though, you see it's our playtime so no one was inside." She explained making hoseok's heart fill with warmth. He looked down at his shoes before looking back at her. "I am not an angel, sweets. But I do have an angel who sent me here. She's watching us from up there." He said, pointing up at the sky as the girl looked up. She smiled and asked him what the angel's name was. "Y/N." He answered. The little girl nodded and handed him her teddy bear. "Will you please give her this and tell her I said thank you?" She asked, gazing at Hoseok with her innocent eyes. Hoseok looked away as his eyes started to water. It had barely been 6 months without you and he was still trying to cope with the pain. He blinked away the tears and accepted the bear, nodding with a tight-lipped smile. The girl grinned and hugged him, making Hoseok feel better. He hugged her back and let a tear slip down his cheek. Before pulling away, he quickly wiped the tear. Waving him goodbye, the little girl ran back to her friends and Hoseok walked away. Maybe life won't be so bad. Maybe, just maybe he'll be happy again.

Park Jimin:

Jimin leaned his elbows on the railing in the huge balcony of the penthouse he had rented. The sun was setting on the horizon, the sky a beautiful mix of colours. This vacation was absolutely necessary after everything that he had been through. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of peace and contentment. Slowly, he felt your hands wrapped around him from behind. Smiling, he leaned his head back, resting it on your head. "Hi." You mumbled, grinning from ear to ear. He chuckled and turned around, pulling you into his chest. "Did you take your medicines?" He asked, swaying from side to side with you in his arms. You nodded and closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat. A miracle recovery, the doctors had called it. You had survived even though everyone had already begun counting the number of days you had. "I'm happy." You stated and looked up to see Jimin's eyes. He smiled and leaned his forehead against yours. "Not more than me." He mumbled before kissing you. "I don't know what I would have done if-" you stopped him before he could complete that sentence by kissing him more deeply. Eventually, you both pulled away, gasping for breath. Jimin intertwined your fingers with his and kissed them one by one, letting his lips linger longer where the diamond ring adorned your finger. Now there was nothing that could take away the love you shared. "I can't wait to call you mine completely." He said, burying his face in your neck. You giggled and ran your hands through his hair. "And I can't wait to be yours completely." You replied, gazing at the sky which was now devoid of the sun.

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung fluffed the pillows and arranged the blankets, making sure they were comfortable enough. The light from inside the truck streamed through the glass window lighting up the back of it. Taehyung grabbed his phone and checked the time. 2:00 AM. He smiled and looked at the sky. Finally, another item was checked off the bucket list that you both shared, witness a meteor shower together. "It's almost time," Taehyung announced, looking around once more to make sure everything was okay. He got off the back to help you climb up. You were still weak from all the treatments and medicines. Once he tucked you in, he got in beside you and held you close to him. "Are you cold?" He asked, brushing your hair off of your face. You shook your head and looked up at him. Suddenly, you saw bright lights from the corner of your eye making you turn your head. The rapid movement of the stars appearing and fading had you gasping in amazement. But Taehyung couldn't take his eyes off you. He had come so close to losing you. He was relieved that everything was okay now, you were okay and so was he. "I told you I'd complete the bucket list with you, didn't I?" He asked, taking your attention away from the stars. You smiled and kissed him. "I love you so much." You stated, closing your eyes and leaning on his chest. He grinned and kissed your head. "I love you more."

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook kicked a stone to the side as he walked beside his date for the evening. It was a blind date set up by his brother, an attempt to help him get over you. The date had thankfully come to an end and it was time to head home. Lana was a nice girl, warm and welcoming but she wasn't you. And Jungkook didn't want anyone who wasn't you. He turned to look at her when he heard her sigh. "So, who is she?" She asked, looking at the ground while continuing to walk. Jungkook almost tripped but composed himself. "What?" He looked at her with wide eyes. Lana chuckled and shook her head. "I've been on enough dates to know when someone is interested in me or someone else. So, tell me, who is that lucky girl?" She asked again, tucking her hair behind her ear. Jungkook bit his lip, guilty that he was caught. "She is no more. Died about 4 months ago." He answered. Lana stopped walking while Jungkook continued. "I'm sorry." She mumbled. Jungkook shook his head and gave her a small smile. He wasn't okay but he had to be. He promised you. Taking a glance at his watch, he cringed. It was almost midnight, he needed to hurry home. "Uh....look, I'm sorry that I probably ruined your hopes for this date but I really need to go now," Jungkook said in a rush. Lana smiled sympathetically and nodded. "I'll be here if you ever need anything." She waved her hand at him while he nodded and took off running. Opening the door to his house, he jogged to the kitchen and took out the cake that he had baked earlier in the day. Placing candles on it, he lit them up and took the cake to the living room where your photo hung on the wall above the fireplace. "Happy Birthday, my love." He whispered, blowing the candles and blinking away his tears. He missed you and he'll never stop missing you. He just needed to learn to live with this feeling and he hoped that someday he would.

Personally, I don't think this is good enough but hopefully it isn't that bad.

[yaboymercury]

Ripping 9 to 5 - Farmer

John's city life fitted him perfectly, but sometimes it just became too much. Which is why he needed to escape to the countryside, back to his roots, just for a week or so to de-stress.

Going on another hike around the fields in the area he was staying, John couldn't help but appreciate the fresh air. Climbing over a fence into the next field, following what John thought was a public footpath sign, he sighed at the rustic beauty of the next field with its golden knee height wheat stretching for what looked like miles. It seemed that this was around the season of harvest for this crop however as about a quarter of the field had already been cut by a tractor slowly making it's route through the field.

As John began to wade through the crops at the edge of the field he was so engrossed in the beauty of the scene to he failed to notice that the sound of the tractor had stopped and the new sound of rustling through crops was getting ever closer to him.

"Oi what are you doing here?"

A rough voice jolted John out of his trance so aggressively that he stumbled backwards and fell down. From the uncomfortable floor of the field John looked up to see a disgruntled looking man. Unable to gather any thoughts John just took in the sight of him, tall, firm, visibly sweating, a light tan and a shirt with a considerable amount of buttons going unused. Still shocked all John could do was stutter at the man above him and try not to get to excited by just the sight of him.

"You do know this field is private property don't you?"

"Private?" Was all John could get out in response attempting to regain some composure in the face of the personification of his sexuality.

"Yup that sign in the gate says so" the piercing look he gave John made him quiver "So what are you doing here huh? You trespassing?"

The last question made John panic, realising the potential of the consequences, he sat up and with a little confidence says "No, no I'm just here hiking I must have gotten lost..."

The farmer seemed to relax a little after that but still looked a bit uncomfortable. Turning away from John to give some thought to what to do next, John was greeted with the sight of the man's bubbling ass barely being contained by a pair of tatty jeans. The jeans didn't leave much to the imagination with man holes and ladders of fabric especially concentrated around the ass area and specifically the crack. It couldn't have been practical but that wasn't what John was focused on. The area could have also been the area where the rugged man was the most sweaty with a natural musk radiating from the area. It did things to John's brain only making him want to get closer and lean in.

Pssssssssshhhhhh

It could have easily been mistaken for a gust of wind but John wasn't that stupid, and the raunchy cheesy odour which began to dominate John's senses backed up his theory. But he was now too busy wretching to do anything about it.

This was also the same time the farmer finally decided to let out a sigh and turn back around with a smile.

"I guess I can't blame you for getting lost, I'll take you back to the farmhouse and I'll find you a map to head you in the right direction."

But John was not able to accept the kindness as he was still gagging over the unbelievable stench of what could have only been some new strain of particularly toxic flatulence. Offering his hand to help John up the farmer realised his mistake.

"Oh sorry about that, it was dying to come out, but shit it really did a number on you..." Once John was up he had pretty much recomposed himself but was still in a state of shock from the fumes he had been exposed to, he wasn't even able to process how close he was to the glistening musky farmer. "Oh and I'm Andy by the way nice to meet you!"

Andy begun shaking John's hand, the force of his massive arms making John's stumble and was only able to mutter out his name.

Finally letting go Andy decided it would be quicker to get back to the farmhouse if they took the tractor so he lead John towards the hefty vehicle. While following John was able to take in the vision of the whole man in front of him, it was hard to keep his eyes of that ass though shaking in front of him. It was so eye catching that John didn't realise when Andy stopped suddenly causing him to walk right into it. Andy right leg was cocked up and before John could understand the pose he heard it.

FRRRRRRRAPPPPPPPPPPT

"Aww yeah that was a good one" Andy seemingly in his element barely registered what he was doing wasn't particularly normal "Oh I would apologize for what you're gonna get back there but you shoulda been looking where you were going." He said with a grin. The smell which finally hit John's nostrils was rough, a wave of cheesy stink thorwing him off guard.

While still disgusted at the man's stench John couldn't help but feel a certain kind of way about this man's rough attitude.

When they reached the tractor Andy was almost gentlemanly in helping John climb up into it first, the physical contact of his hands on him giving him a rush of excitement. But the feeling quickly wore off as when John took the only seat in the vehicle, Andy decided that the best way to deal with this was to dramatically sit his ass on John's lap.

"Ah sorry if I'm a bit heavy man, but hey at least you got the best view." rubbing his ass in a bit John realised that he wasn't wrong about either, with his ass and lower back eclipsing most of John's sight.

The past five minutes had wholly overwhelmed John with the duality of his flirtatious interactions with the man but also his unfortunate intimacy with his farts. But having the man so forwardly to practically give him a lap dance, meant that any chance of logical thinking had been abandoned.

When Andy started up the tractor the noise of the vehicle overpowered any chance of conversation meaning all John could do was attempt to enjoy the ride while not getting crushed by the hunk sitting on him. The terrain meant the ride was incredibly bumpy and becuase of this Andy's ass was vibrating all over John's crotch, it took all of his willpower to not immediately pop a boner but that was made even harder when Andy looked over his shoulder and gave John a smirk and a knowing wink. The shaking of Andy's ass seemed to increase and grow deeper and John couldn't tell why until it was made obvious by the smell hitting his nostrils. The rancid reeking stink of Andy's ass gas seemed neverending and the large vibrations on his lap seemed to carry on for minutes as well. And in spite of the sound of the machinery John could easily make out the growing sound of the gas coming straight from Andy's behind.

RRRRRRAAAAAPTTTT

The disgusting yet pleasureful sensation didn't seem to stop until right before the tractor stopped moving. By that time John's trousers had been permanently ingrained with the stink of Andy's rectum and his brain still remained indecisive on if he should flee from the stinking farm worker or never leave.

Finally getting off John's lap, Andy practically lifted him out of the tractor and with his now unchanging naughty smile he lead the still-groggy-from-over-exposure-to-flatulence John to the bench outside his humble farmhouse.

"I'm sorry if the ride was rough" he said obviously joking to John "I've gotten a couple complaints about bad smells I think it's something to do with the fuel I use.... definitely nothing to do with this!" smacking his massive jean clad ass as he finished to make obvious what he was referencing.

Andy gestured for John to lie down on the bench in front of the house since he was feeling so rough which John happily agreed to. John also didn't complain about the view when the farmer began unbuttoning most of his shirt obviously making himself as comfortable as he pleased.

"Now I obviously want to help you get on your way, but to be honest I recommend you get a nap first since you don't really seem to be in any condition to take in directions right now." Maybe it was his state of mind but John found this idea perfectly reasonable. "And of course if you can't get to sleep that easily I can always help..." With that the farmer slowly turned around chuckling lightly as he began to squat his gargantuan ass over John's face "See you on the other side."

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRAPPTTT

And like that John was out.

John woke up in a bed he didn't recognise, but what he could recognise was the farmer now only in a pair of alarmingly tight worn out briefs sitting in a chair next to him. John was pretty sure he didn't just have morning wood, and it was clear to see with there being no sheets on the bed.

"Sometimes I forget how much power my gas has, it feels like you've been out for hours." Andy stood up to look over John, but unlike the intimidating farmer he met earlier in the day, this man had a much more sensual charming look in his eyes.

His crotch eye level with John Andy lifted his chin so they were looking straight at eachother "Not to be too forwards but out of everyone who's stumbled upon this farm you're the only one who's shown any kind of positive reaction to my expulsions." In saying positive reactions his eyes flitted over to John's obviously erect member. "So understand me if I don't really want to lose you too quickly."

This was a lot for John especially just after waking up, the man was a sight to behold, and he certainly seemed like he would be able to protect John but his gas was toxic, even if he did know how to use it well... just thinking about the day got John confused but further turned on.

"You see planting so many crops it would be very useful to have a bit of an air filter around since I do tend to kind of pollute the plants sometimes, like seriously do you hear this?" Jutting his ass out Andy let out a quick powerful blast.

PPPPRRRAP

It wasn't even facing John but the smell got the message across. It did feel like Andy never stopped farting but John was starting to realise that this was less and less of a problem for him. For the first time John's smile matched Andy's and he leaned closer to him from the bed.

"It's good to see that you agree with me, I think my ass does as well." With that Andy turned away from John but of course that meant his bulbous musky ass was closer than ever to John's face. And John didn't need any more of an invitation than that. Diving into the pillowy cheeks John knew this was where he belonged. And when the butt blew out a long explosive gust of toxic gas John's polluted brain was already getting hooked on the smell.

Later that week John realised how quickly he had gotten used to his new lifestyle as he stirred yet another can of baked beans on the stove. Bringing the plate of beans out to the front of the house the rugged farmer met him taking the plate and began to eat again, all he needed to thank him was to casually raise his leg and let his butt blow John a kiss.

FRRRRAAARP

When the Andy turned around to meet John's lustful stare with a Devilish grin, he knew the wave of stink had hit hard.

(Finally back, of course suggestions welcome as always but got some plans for new stories in the near future :)

[jolynreblogs]

Lost and Found

Ehhhh not much to say about this one, other than it was a small concept that became a really looooong fic. Enjoy! tags @mcdomii and runs away (Masterpost: https://mcdomii.tumblr.com/post/180578210717/insomniascrooge-au-master-post don't kill me)

"Movie Night!" Louie exclaimed, holding up a tape that he found in Scrooge's garage. After days of persuasion, he had finally convinced his Uncles for a day staying up together to watch a movie. Scrooge agreed readily, having nothing else to do at night besides staring at the ceiling, but Donald was a hard one, mostly because he was against the idea of the kids staying up late. Everyone gathered around the living room for their first movie night in months, except Dewey. Wondering where he went, Scrooge left halfway through the movie.

Dewey was in his room, gazing at the stars longingly, before unpacking the bag he and his brothers found at Castle McDuck. "I miss you so much, Mom…" He said, hugging Della's clothes. Closing his eyes as tears formed in his eyes, he tried to enjoy the time alone he had to grief. Everything had been so hectic lately, he didn't know what to feel about it anymore. A tear dropped, landing on a cracked camera lens in the bag. Opening his eyes again, he found it at a discrete corner of the bag. 'This is new?' Dewey thought, as he wiped away the tears on his eyes, carefully picking it up. Imprint on the lens was the camera's brand number, OP131000.

"Wait, I've seen that number before, but where?" Dewey questioned aloud, rubbing the stray tear that landed on it. After staring for a while, a sudden realisation came to him, causing him to run out of his bedroom.

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Meanwhile, Scrooge was turning the mansion upside down trying to look for Dewey. He had already checked the kitchen, where they would usually go for snacks, the dinning room even though he have no idea why Dewey would be in there, and even his own room! In case Dewey was snooping around trying to look for something, but to no avail.

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Opening the creaking door, Dewey found himself back in the place where Scrooge first locked him up, the attic. It was as dusty and old as he remembered, with sheets covering any object that was there. Curiosity driving him, Dewey looked under the sheets, throwing them off if he could, though it often ended up with the sheet above him. The room had more to what it seemed, there was even a piano under one! Getting distracted, he wiped off the dust around it, playing a few notes, before jumping off to search under the other covers.

After a few minutes, he had uncovered everything, except the one beside him. Coughing the dust out he had accumulated, he angrily kicked his leg in defeat, frustrated that he couldn't find what he was looking for. What he didn't expect was a shearing pain as his leg hit something hard. Holding the urge to scream, Dewey looked down, finding a small part of a video camera exposed beneath the sheets. The imprint on the camera lens was the same as the one he was holding.

'Is this Mom's one?' He thought to himself, bringing the sheet up high enough just for himself. Behind it, he found the rest of the video camera, and a box containing old fashion tapes with one titled 'The Golden Chicken.' Intrigued, Dewey pulled out the camera and the box of tapes, carrying it down to the garage to watch them.

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The television flicked a couple of times, emitting white noise as the tape was put in, showing how old it is. Once it stopped, a temple that was seemingly in the middle of a forest was in the background. "Is this thing working?" A voice, seemigly female, echoed around the place. The camera was then panned to the foreground where three ducks, one carrying a heavy backpack was seen.

Della: Donald it's on!

Donald: Great, now help me with these please!

The female duck ran towards her brother, carrying some of the weight for him. An old duck with glasses moved closer, inspecting the camera.

Scrooge: I never knew I would see this running again, how did you do it, Lass?

"I have my ways." The female duck answered, as she carried the camera up. It was now facing front, focusing on the little features of the temple.

Della: Mind telling our viewers what this temple is, Uncle Scrooge?

Scrooge: Well, according to this book, they had a civilization with chocolate and rubber, as well as corns, avocados and tomatoes. It was the magnificent capital that the mighty monteplumage ruled. I've read everything about it but the book never told me how wonderful the temple structure is though!

Donald: They should've built escalators...

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Walking around aimlessly through the hallways, Scrooge was still trying to find Dewey. With his insomnia kicking in once again, he no longer knew where he was, and thought he was hallucinating when he saw light emitting from the garage at the corner of his eye. Nevertheless, Scrooge went to check it out, hoping that Dewey would be in there.

"Lad, what are you doing in there, it's time for movie night-!" Scrooge asked, opening the door. He found Dewey blocking the tv, innocently looking at him. Annoyed, he snatched the tape Dewey was holding, reading it.

Della: These people were no strangers to gold, but… a chicken?

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A wave of uncertainty and confusion hit Scrooge as soon as he knew that the tape on and the one he was holding was one of Della's tapes. Holding himself together, he nervously asked his nephew, "…It's movie night.., you coming, Lad?"

Dewey: I'm.. not really in the mood..

"That's alright, though if you change your mind…?" Scrooge offered, solemnly walking out of the room. He knew nothing will ever be the same after the rest of the family knew **that**, but sometimes, he wished everything was back to normal, he wished his family was the same.., he wished he was the same old, smart, adventuring uncle they knew.. He sighed, tired of feeling this way.

Dewey: Wait.. Uncle Scrooge, do you want to watch these with me?

Scrooge's face brightened up at the question. 'Did he?' He wondered, he had never watched any of his niece's tapes before and after all, he had nothing else to do at 12:35am other than chug more redbulls. He didn't know if he could stand seeing Della again, bearing the blame of what happened to her but then again, guilt and grief was a common and normal emotion to have around. Finally deciding to accept the offer, he walked back into the room, taking a seat beside Dewey.

Donald: Della you reckless akdbskbekdhdg will you two stop catching up on your reading and get this chicken offa me before it starts its own airline?! Put it back in a cage or something!

Della: Donald will you can it? It's not going back in any cage unless there's one that's a size of a hanger!

The screen moved up and down, shaken by the vibration the chicken made when chasing Donald. Occasionally, there were blurred images of the beast and Donald running around, due to how old the camera was.

Scrooge: That's not totally true.

Della: Huh, what do you mean, Uncle Scrooge?

The camera was seemingly suddenly picked up and now, it was facing the old duck.

Scrooge: According to these inscriptions, if we follow these instructions, we can get a bigger cage to contain it!

The screen moved, focusing on the inscriptions that were mentioned beforehand, moving as Della and Scrooge follow where they lead. Given how late it was, Dewey was starting to fall asleep, leaning on his Uncle. Noticing this, Scrooge shook him awake. "Lad, wake up, this is one of the best parts." The screen was now showing a wall with ancient shapes.

Della: Uncle Scrooge, can you take this for me? I know I can solve this.

Scrooge: Alright, good luck, Lass!

Dewey jolted awake, "Uhh…?" seeing his mom on tape, solving the puzzle in a few minutes. He couldn't believe his eyes, 'She was that fast?' he thought. He always knew his mom was great but this, this was a new level. "Is she always this good?" He asked, wondering if this was normal.

Scrooge: Yup, she had the ability to read the situation and see all the shortcuts and possibilities. Ya know… I think a brother of yours inherited that trait.

Dewey immediately knew who he was talking about, Louie. He was the first to realise something was up with his Uncle Scrooge and in the previous adventures they had, he had a nack of figuring out the pattern every adventure had. It was a trait he got from being lazy, but still, a really neat skill to have.

The camera was now panned to the floor, as Della was using the light from the camera to search for her brother. Dewey smiled at the sight, his mom was so amazingly smart and practical, it would've been amazing to meet her.

Della: Donald where are you? What did those cacao beans do to you?!

Donald: Down here- GIANT CHICKEN! BEHIND YOU DELLA!

"Huh?" Confused, Della turned around, causing the camera to pan to an image of a giant chicken 50 times her size. The chicken towered over her, ready to eat. Terrified, she ran, slipping on the cacao beans in front of her, dropping the camera, causing the screen to go static.

Dewey: MOM!

The white noise and the deafening silence that followed after it as the tape ended echoed around the room. Dewey walked towards the tv, grabbing the tape that was ejected out. "That was mom, huh." He said aloud, tears once again falling from his face. He didn't know what to feel, happy to see his mother, even if it's on tape, or be sad that she wasn't here. Scrooge walked over, kneeling beside him.

"I miss her.." Dewey stammered, crying and hugging the tape. He couldn't be bothered he was crying in front of his Uncle, he just wanted his mother back! Scrooge placed his hand on his nephew's shoulder, trying his best to comfort him.

Scrooge: Lad, you know I miss her too..

Dewey: Yeah.. I do.

"You're actually lucky you found that box, most of the tapes, like the one you played, were damaged or missing, or both." Scrooge said off-handedly, bringing the box of tapes over.

'So that's why it was cut off halfway.' Dewey thought, head inside the box, digging through it. "That.. may not be true." He said, holding up a tape. It was in perfect condition, titled For The Kids.

Scrooge: I think you should watch this one.

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Static filled the screen again as the tape started, then it showed a background of the mansion. It slowly panned towards the car Scrooge uses for his business trips. He was about to get in, when he realise his niece was filming again.

Scrooge: Hey Della, what you doing?

Della: Just making another video, nothing much. You?

Scrooge: I'm going overboard to find business opportunities. Don't burn the house down while I'm gone!

"We won't!" Della answered back as Scrooge got into the car. Beside him, Donald was talking to his old college buddies who had paid a visit to the mansion. Like Scrooge, Donald immediately realised he was being filmed.

Donald: Filming again, sister?

Della: Yep

Panchito: Oo oo! Do we have time for one song? Whoever's watching it needs to hear this.

Donald rolled his eyes as he saw his buddy grabbing his guitar, playing a random tune, before keeping it again. "Experiment with the effects, Della!" Donald called out, halfway through the song.

Della: Hmm… what does this one do?

A flurry of blue gradients suddenly flashed past the screen when a button was pressed.

Della: This one?

The screen transitions into a rocket shape closing on static. A second later, it was showing the background of the mansion again. 

"Isn't this amazing, kids? This world is full of so many possibilities, from the day to day basis in the mansion, to the advantures we have, to having you all! Each living thing has an entirely unique experience, the sights they see, the sounds they hear, the lives they live, are so complicated, and so simple! I can't wait for you all to join us." Della said in the background, moving to the horizon as Scrooge's car drove off, and then moving it back to The Three Caballeros while Donald was saying his goodbyes to Josè and Panchito.

Unexpectedly, Della moved the camera such that it was facing herself.

Della: Kids, I… I'm going to space. I know, its a bad idea, there's a lot of risks, and I'll probably never hear the end of it from Donald when I tell him. I won't be gone forever, but I just want you all to know that every moment you love being yourself, that's me, loving you! Because you all are something extraordinary. Take care of them for me, kids.

Donald: Della, wanna play gengar? I found a old box of it earlier today!

"Coming! I bet 10 bucks I'll beat you again!" Della answered back, winking at the camera as she stopped the recording, ending the tape.

Instead of walking towards the television to grab the tape, Dewey sat there, motionless, with tears bluring his vision. He slowly turn to faced his uncle, who was also staring at the screen blankly, before hugging him, sobbing on his shirt. Scrooge embraced it, hugging his nephew back as they enjoyed the silence they had in the room.

Headcannons used (from Domii's 50 insomnia au thing part 2)