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“Hell Fire”

| Repost: 01.12.23 | 1.5 K | Mature |

Rollo Flamm X GN!Reader x Malleus Draconia

| Dark Content | Spying [Voyuer] | Sexual Themes | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |

T.Manor.Notes: The idea was from my lovely, @elenamegan14

“Tell me, how does someone like you? End up in a place such as NRC?”

The flames of the fire flicker and wave as you sit in front of them. Watching the red and orange flames dance freely. He stands behind you, the shoes of his heels clicking against the stone flooring as he nears you. You ignore him, your fingertips messing with the sheer fabric of your masquerade outfit, your mask placed aside. Over the crack of fire, you can hear the orchestra play.

“I do not take kindly to being ignored.” His icy hands touch the flesh of your cheek, searing you so that you automatically flinch. Yet he doesn’t let you crawl away, pulling you into his chest, shushing you as if you were a wild animal. “Shhh… I’m not going to hurt you…” His voice is hot against the shell of your air, attempting to lure you into false safety.

“I truly just want an answer. What makes you so special?” His hands move, forcing your face forward, forcing you to stare into the flickering flames as if they spoke in hushed whispers. Before stilling completely at the sound of the heavy wooden door being knocked upon.

“Answer.” His voice is quiet and threatening. He shouldn’t be here and he knows that. Your lips quiver as you speak, your voice cracking.

“… Yes?”

“Prince Malleus asks for you.” The voice of a guard. His grip on your tightens, a low ill-intended chuckle vibrating through his throat. “Tell him you’re on your way.” His voice is filled with amusement, squeezing your cheeks painfully.

“… Oh.. Tell him I'll be on my way…”

“Alright.” The room falls silent as the sound of heavy steps moves away from the door. The man drops you, standing up on his feet, watching you lay helplessly. “I do hope we can speak again.” He leans down, sliding the thin blue sparkly sheer scarf from your form, wrapping it around his hand, and exiting the room just as silently as he came.

Your gazes move up to the flames, slowly sitting up, and exhaling. You bring yourself up to your feet, adjusting your clothing, your hands sliding over the place where your scarf once was. You simply have to make do without it. You grab your mask, placing it on your face, grabbing the water bucket, placed in the corner of the room.

Putting out the flames.

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The Masquerade ball is lively.

Malleus’ hand gripping yours intently, leading you through the crowd. “You seem worried.” His voice snaps you from your thoughts, turning your gaze towards him and not the various masked faces. “I’m fine.” Your voice is curt and you can tell he looks worried behind his mask, moving to where both his hands hold yours.

“You can tell me anything. If something worries—”

“I’m fine. Malleus. I promise.” You pat his hands, though you know he doesn’t believe you as his hold on your hands tightens. Malleus looks over you, before landing on your waist, his eyes slightly darkening, brows furrowing. “The blue scarf. It’s missing.” Your stomach drops as he locks eyes with you, taking a step closer.

“Malleus—”

“I do hope that I am not interrupting.” Turquoise grayish eyes stare at the scene before him, watching the way yours widen and Malleus’ eyes seem to almost glow in disdain. “Monsieur Flamm, not at all. [Name]’s scarf is simply missing.” Malleus speaks, and Rollo tilts his head. Mocking concern, glancing at you for a millisecond. “I could possibly be able to help. If you were to, perhaps describe it to me.”

You open your mouth, stepping forward in panic before Malleus pulls you back to his side. Snaking an arm around your waist. “Blue and sheer.” His words are curt and venomous. Raising goosebumps on your skin.

He thinks to himself, his eyes seeming to brighten up as he looks at you. Pulling from his pocket, he reveals the scarf. Though it’s different, not the one you wore before. Malleus without hesitation, before Rollo steps back. “Ah. Ah. Ah. A good deed shan’t go unrewarded. It’s unfair. And you are everything but.”

“It is a scarf—”

“A dance! Yes. Thank you, I’m just so clumsy. But a dance, is that okay?” You cut Malleus off with faux excitement, ripping from his grip and taking the scarf from the noble bell college student, wrapping it around your waist and tying it sloppily.

“A dance. It shall suffice.” Rollo takes your hands within his own, pulling you towards the ballroom floor, leaving Malleus standing stiff as a statue. Rollo pulls you into his embrace, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other holding your hand.

“So eager to dance.” He speaks slowly as the music starts and you both begin to dance.

“Why do you keep bothering me?”

“I simply wish to know you. Is that a crime?”

“If it includes you stealing, spying, breaking into my room, being a headache. I could go on.” Your voice is firm and agitated, squeezing his hand to show your resentment, which only brings an amused chuckle.

“Ce n’est que le début. Bien d’autres choses vous attendent. Be overjoyed that I haven’t done worse. Wouldn’t wish to make your dragon further upset. That’d be a big dilemma for you to alleviate.” His voice has a dangerous edge, silencing you as he pulls you impossibly close. You twirl and dance around the ballroom, silent as a mouse. Saying nothing to the man you dance with.

“Tell me. Have you figured out an answer to my question?” The music ends, and yet he doesn’t relinquish his grip. Speaking into your ear, his gaze locked onto a glowering dragon.

“I ended up at NRC. Like anyone else. The mirror called me.” Rollo seems satisfied, taking a step back, his gaze moving down to your scarf, tugging at the fabric, making it tighter around your waist. You hear thunder crackle.

“Do your best not to lose it repeatedly. Many would do well to not return it and instead keep it, for such—” He pauses, his hands rising to pinch your cheek, his eyes swirling with something lustful. “Unsavory acts.” He steps back, his amused grin replacing with something smaller, almost unnoticeable.

“Enjoy the rest of the night. If you so desire another dance, do find me.” He leaves with a curt bow. Before you can turn around, you sense Malleus’ towering stature. He undoes the scarf, holding it in his hands as he watches Rollo disappear before finally speaking.

“Stay away from him for the rest of the night.”

He scorches the scarf to ash.

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Rollo Flamm pities you.

Feeble you. Soiled by the impurities of Night Raven College, tarnished by dirty hands of the several unruly dorms. He leans against the velvet of the couch of his study, a glass wine glass in hand, swirling crimson red wine. The clothing from the masquerade stripped aside, dressed in something more comfortable.

The original scarf he had taken from you, hanging delicately off his desk armchair. He rises from his seat, humming a melody from long ago, reaching his desk. Papers scattered across, each were reports about you. Anything that he could get his hands on.

He glances from his desk and out the large windows of his study. The light of the room in which you were staying was on. Showing your outline, you were changing. A soft sigh rolls off his tongue, placing the glass down, and sliding into his chair, wrapping the scarf around his neck and over his nose. Slowly inhaling.

He watches you calmly. It was like you were dancing. As if you danced from him. He hums, tilting his head to the side, feeling drowsiness take over. Almost lulling him to sleep, with the dull buzz of wine. Until a noticeable figure joins you. The prince of Briar Valley. Pressing you against his form, your silhouette merging into one as he furiously kisses you.

Rollo’s eyes widen, his breath becoming trapped in his throat. He clenches the scarf in hand, watching the intense scene unfold before him. You don’t attempt to push him away but pull him closer. He can’t tear his eyes away, his pants growing tight. He runs a hand through his hair. Tugging at his waistband and swallowing thickly.

The fires crackle wildly and dangerously, speaking and mocking the man who sits at his desk. His eyes glued to the shadow scene before him, as if a magician had cast a spell. Cum soiling the sheer scarf, his cock twitching in the warm air. As the man leans back in his chair, watching the shifting and molding of your bodies making love, chest heaving.

He nearly jumps from his seat, as if emerald green eyes peered at him, fully capable of seeing him and the shameful actions he committed.

Taunting his treasure. Rollo Flamm makes a vow.

He will have you one day. A sinful man like him will pull and pick at every fiber of your being. And you will love him.

Mais si vous choisissez de le renier et de vous enfuir, il prendra une allumette et brûlera tout le NRC.

Until the day he captures you.

ⓒ 2023 love-thanatopsis — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

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Cursed Blessing- Yandere!Sukuna x Reader

Reminder for those who may have forgotten or are not familiar with it, it is more common to call a person by their last name and not their first in Japan. Also, let me know what you think, I have several ideas for JJK that I am thinking about writing.

Warnings: Sukuna is a curse and not a good guy, remember that. Use of foul language, yandere behavior, yandere temper, mention of NSFW, female pronouned reader, characters are 18+,

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Library Games

Summary: Solomon likes to tease his apprentice, but things are bound to change the day he takes it a little too far.

Pairing: Solomon x gn!Reader Rating/Warnings: nsfw/dni; possessive thoughts/behaviour, spicy (suggestive but non-explicit) content. Word Count: 1.7k A/N: This is a one-shot fic that accompanies a dark!Solomon WIP headcanon but I've been itching to write this so here we are.

The first thing you notice when you step into Solomon’s library for today’s lesson is the sorcerer himself, coat hanging off the back of his chair and shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He’s leaning back in his seat with an open book in his lap. You know the moment he’s aware of your presence because his eyes stop scanning the page and there’s a deliberate pause before he closes his book and glances at you expectantly. He smirks and crooks his finger, urging you forward from where you’ve paused in the doorway.

You’re carrying the tomes he assigned as yesterday’s homework and set them on the desk - yellowed, dusty texts filled with magical theory and spells that seem far above your current ability. You’re ready to take your seat, but you realize that Solomon is sitting in the only chair. There should be extras in a room nearby, but he sighs loudly when you turn around to fetch one.

“Can I ask where you’re going?” he asks with a hint of impatience.

“I’m going to get another chair, but I’ll be right back,” you explain quickly, waiting by the door for his approval.

He seems disappointed and you don’t understand why at first, but then he pushes his chair back and pats his thigh invitingly. “If you need a place to sit, my lap is always an option, my darling apprentice.” 

You should be immune to his flirtatious banter by now, but the invitation is so surprising that it makes you sputter and blush before you rush away to find a chair that is most definitely not his lap. You hear him chuckle quietly, but when you re-enter the library dragging another chair behind you, the lighthearted moment between you has passed. He can be mischievous at times, but you know not to test his patience when his mood turns serious. 

With a flick of his wrist, one of the books with yesterday’s homework slides across the table towards him and you hurriedly take a seat at his side. “Let’s see how much you’ve learned, shall we?”

After nearly an hour, you’re overwhelmed by the whiplash of his brutal criticism and genuine encouragement. He is relentless as a teacher, correcting you with a firm tone when you can’t recite incantations or complex rituals perfectly from memory. The warm praise he offers when you do answer his questions correctly soothes your rattled nerves like a balm.

You lean back with a sigh and glance at Solomon who’s grown silent next to you. There’s a strange intensity in his gaze that makes you want to hide from his scrutiny. A tense moment passes and he says you’re advancing ahead of schedule. You can’t help how your cheeks flush at his appraisal and the pleased twinkle in his eye.

You had fair warning at the beginning of your apprenticeship that he wouldn’t tolerate laziness, disappointment, or failure from you; knowing that you’re exceeding his expectations makes you unspeakably happy. He’s more than a teacher to you, and above all else, you know he considers you a friend - and that’s not a word a man like Solomon uses lightly to describe others.

Lately he seems even more daring as he teases along the boundary that separates friendship and something more romantic. From the early days of your acquaintance, his wisdom and strength gave you comfort and stability. You can’t help but feel uncertain now that he’s becoming noticeably more affectionate. When it comes to Solomon, you know nothing is ever what it seems - so you deflect his flirting and dodge his wandering hands with shaky resolve while you try to piece together the truth behind his intentions. It’s so easy to give into the temptation, to let him guide you down another new path in your relationship, but you don’t want to risk heartache later if your assumptions about his own feelings for you are incorrect.

Solomon pushes his chair away from the table abruptly and it shakes you from your thoughts. He collects some of the books into his arms and he heads towards the towering wall of shelves behind you. “I’ll put these away so you can take a short break before we begin today’s lesson,” he offers. He must be in a good mood because he’s humming while he returns his materials to their proper places.

You’re about to escape to the kitchen to make tea for both of you when he makes a questioning noise. As though he senses your curious gaze on his back, he says without turning around, “I left one of the books on the table. Would you be a dear and hand it to me?”

It’s the smallest book you were given to read after yesterday’s lesson, pushed out of the way early on once he was satisfied you had absorbed its contents. You reach for it but it seems to slide out from under your fingers and further away across the table. You frown and lean forward with your hand stretched out as far as you can manage. Your palm smacks against bare wood as the book slides away yet again. In one last-ditch effort, you’re on the tips of your toes and nearly flat against the table; you grin triumphantly when you finally have the cover trapped under your fingertips. Your victory is short-lived when an unexpected weight brushes against your back. It causes you to jerk suddenly and the book slips from under your tentative hold. You groan in frustration when it falls over the other side of the table and flops onto the floor.

“I’ve wanted to bend you over my desk like this for days,” a voice whispers into your ear. 

You’re stunned when you realize Solomon is standing behind you, leaning over with his arms caging your body in place. He’s not quite touching you, but you know his body is effectively trapping you underneath him.

“You were moving the book on purpose,” you mumble in embarrassment. Your mouth is dry and your cheeks are burning when you realize the suggestive position you’re in. You can’t turn to look at him without bumping against his chest so you hang your head in defeat instead. It’s not the first time you’ve fallen for one of his tricks and it won't be the last.

Solomon’s hand is stroking your hip and you try not to squirm under him. “It was an amusing game at first,” he admits and you know from his tone that he’s smiling. You feel his chest press against your back and his nose is in your hair, and you hear him breathe in deeply. His exhale is a sigh that tickles your ear. “But now that I have you like this, I’m not willing to let you go so easily.”

You try to ignore the hand that’s slowly making its way under your shirt. “Maybe we should talk about this first,” you suggest, but your voice is shaking and your protest sounds weak.

Solomon tuts disapprovingly like your suggestion is barely worth responding to. His fingers make their way across your waist and follow the slope of your belly, squeezing the soft folds of skin with the tiniest bit of pressure that sets your nerves ablaze. Everytime you start to doubt why he’s attracted to you, he distracts you - with murmured desires in your ear, his fingers searching for the places on your body that are most sensitive - and you know he’s doing it on purpose to prove his point.

He continues exploring your chest, rubbing over the pact marks etched into your skin like his touch can erase them. He doesn’t care that his body is littered with the evidence of his own pacts, but jealousy makes his blood boil when he thinks about others having a claim over you. Mine, he thinks when he gives into the temptation to grind against you, letting you feel your effect on him, the way his feelings for you rob him of nearly all self-control.

“Solomon, please—” you plead desperately; whether you want him to keep going or to stop is impossible to say at this point. You’re drowning in the heat of his body so close to yours, the frustration you can feel radiating from him in waves, the possessive hold he has on you.

“You’re mine,” he seethes between gritted teeth, crushing your body to his as he continues to move against you. His hands are exploring freely now, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise, kneading your soft flesh in apology after. He nips at your throat and drags his teeth against your shoulder. He bites down harder than he intends when he hears the first soft, breathy whimper escape you.

When you finally start to move, pushing your hips back against his, it rips a guttural moan from him and snaps the last tethers of his restraint. There’s a hand fisted in your hair and he pulls your mouth towards his. It’s less of a kiss and more of a heated exchange of needy, panting breaths as your quiet moans echo his own desperate sounds. He manages to draw your bottom lip into something resembling a kiss - the first kiss between you - and it gives you a moment of clarity.

“Not here,” you plead against his lips with the last bit of coherency you can muster. You’ve imagined what it might be like to finally give in to him, but you don’t want your first time together to be on an old, uncomfortable desk in his library. 

He seems to understand exactly what it is you want - like he always does -  because his body stutters to a halt and he presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. He moves back enough to turn you around in his arms, and the lustful haze that darkens your eyes makes him powerless to resist you. He pulls you against him and he feels your hands clench in the back of his shirt like you’re afraid he’ll disappear. He brushes his lips against yours, a silent promise that he’s never going to let you go.

“Next time,” he teases with a wicked grin before teleporting you both to his bedroom with an audible pop.

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The Haitani’s Girl<3 

Pairing: Haitani brothers x reader x Sanzu

Synopsis: the Haitani brothers share their girl with a transfer student.

Cw: Ran is 19, Rin, Sanzu and reader are all 18, reader is female and uses she/her pronouns, voyeurism, exhibitionism, kind of sub!sanzu (but not really), Dom!haitani brothers, sub!reader, reader is a slight bimbo, sanzu get’s the blowjob of his life (probably), the Haitani’s fuck you in front of sanzu because they can, pussy slapping, a lot of nicknames

There were a few things Sanzu expected when he transferred to Roppongi’s infamous private academy.

He expected the huge gymnasium that hosted the nationally ranked sports teams. He expected the national merit students to claim the spots of the student council- a group he could point out by how they looked like the sticks they had up their asses seemed to be infecting their thought patterns.

And most of all, he expected the Haitani brothers.

Maybe not in the prestigious halls of a school some kids could only dream to attend- mostly because he was pretty sure they had more important things to do than attend high school. (But if the rumors Senju told him were true, the younger one -Rindou?- valued academics so much that he skipped a grade due to academic excellence, a grade that his older brother was purposely left-back in, all so they could be in their third year together.)

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tired of children's media propaganda broccoli is actually the best vegetable in the whole wide world she is my girlfriend and my wife and we should make broccoli the international vegetable of all time

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YOU HAVE A VAGINA?

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SYNONYMS FOR WORDS COMMONLY USED IN STUDENTS' WRITINGS

by larae.net

Amazing- incredible, unbelievable, improbable, fabulous, wonderful, fantastic, astonishing, astounding, extraordinary

Anger- enrage, infuriate, arouse, nettle, exasperate, inflame, madden

Angry- mad, furious, enraged, excited, wrathful, indignant, exasperated, aroused, inflamed

Answer- reply, respond, retort, acknowledge

Ask- question, inquire of, seek information from, put a question to, demand, request, expect, inquire, query, interrogate, examine, quiz

Awful- dreadful, terrible, abominable, bad, poor, unpleasant

Bad- evil, immoral, wicked, corrupt, sinful, depraved, rotten, contaminated, spoiled, tainted, harmful, injurious, unfavorable, defective, inferior, imperfect, substandard, faulty, improper, inappropriate, unsuitable, disagreeable, unpleasant, cross, nasty, unfriendly, irascible, horrible, atrocious, outrageous, scandalous, infamous, wrong, noxious, sinister, putrid, snide, deplorable, dismal, gross, heinous, nefarious, base, obnoxious, detestable, despicable, contemptible, foul, rank, ghastly, execrable

Beautiful - pretty, lovely, handsome, attractive, gorgeous, dazzling, splendid, magnificent, comely, fair, ravishing, graceful, elegant, fine, exquisite, aesthetic, pleasing, shapely, delicate, stunning, glorious, heavenly, resplendent, radiant, glowing, blooming, sparkling

Begin - start, open, launch, initiate, commence, inaugurate, originate

Big - enormous, huge, immense, gigantic, vast, colossal, gargantuan, large, sizable, grand, great, tall, substantial, mammoth, astronomical, ample, broad, expansive, spacious, stout, tremendous, titanic, mountainous

Brave - courageous, fearless, dauntless, intrepid, plucky, daring, heroic, valorous, audacious, bold, gallant, valiant, doughty, mettlesome

Break - fracture, rupture, shatter, smash, wreck, crash, demolish, atomize

Bright - shining, shiny, gleaming, brilliant, sparkling, shimmering, radiant, vivid, colorful, lustrous, luminous, incandescent, intelligent, knowing, quick-witted, smart, intellectual

Calm - quiet, peaceful, still, tranquil, mild, serene, smooth, composed, collected, unruffled, level-headed, unexcited, detached, aloof

Come - approach, advance, near, arrive, reach

Cool - chilly, cold, frosty, wintry, icy, frigid

Crooked - bent, twisted, curved, hooked, zigzag

Cry - shout, yell, yowl, scream, roar, bellow, weep, wail, sob, bawl

Cut - gash, slash, prick, nick, sever, slice, carve, cleave, slit, chop, crop, lop, reduce

Dangerous - perilous, hazardous, risky, uncertain, unsafe

Dark - shadowy, unlit, murky, gloomy, dim, dusky, shaded, sunless, black, dismal, sad

Decide - determine, settle, choose, resolve

Definite - certain, sure, positive, determined, clear, distinct, obvious

Delicious - savory, delectable, appetizing, luscious, scrumptious, palatable, delightful, enjoyable, toothsome, exquisite

Describe - portray, characterize, picture, narrate, relate, recount, represent, report, record

Destroy - ruin, demolish, raze, waste, kill, slay, end, extinguish

Difference - disagreement, inequity, contrast, dissimilarity, incompatibility

Do - execute, enact, carry out, finish, conclude, effect, accomplish, achieve, attain

Dull - boring, tiring,, tiresome, uninteresting, slow, dumb, stupid, unimaginative, lifeless, dead, insensible, tedious, wearisome, listless, expressionless, plain, monotonous, humdrum, dreary

Eager - keen, fervent, enthusiastic, involved, interested, alive to

End - stop, finish, terminate, conclude, close, halt, cessation, discontinuance

Enjoy - appreciate, delight in, be pleased, indulge in, luxuriate in, bask in, relish, devour, savor, like

Explain - elaborate, clarify, define, interpret, justify, account for

Fair - just, impartial, unbiased, objective, unprejudiced, honest

Fall - drop, descend, plunge, topple, tumble

False - fake, fraudulent, counterfeit, spurious, untrue, unfounded, erroneous, deceptive, groundless, fallacious

Famous - well-known, renowned, celebrated, famed, eminent, illustrious, distinguished, noted, notorious

Fast - quick, rapid, speedy, fleet, hasty, snappy, mercurial, swiftly, rapidly, quickly, snappily, speedily, lickety-split, posthaste, hastily, expeditiously, like a flash

Fat - stout, corpulent, fleshy, beefy, paunchy, plump, full, rotund, tubby, pudgy, chubby, chunky, burly, bulky, elephantine

Fear - fright, dread, terror, alarm, dismay, anxiety, scare, awe, horror, panic, apprehension

Fly - soar, hover, flit, wing, flee, waft, glide, coast, skim, sail, cruise

Funny - humorous, amusing, droll, comic, comical, laughable, silly

Get - acquire, obtain, secure, procure, gain, fetch, find, score, accumulate, win, earn, rep, catch, net, bag, derive, collect, gather, glean, pick up, accept, come by, regain, salvage

Go - recede, depart, fade, disappear, move, travel, proceed

Good - excellent, fine, superior, wonderful, marvelous, qualified, suited, suitable, apt, proper, capable, generous, kindly, friendly, gracious, obliging, pleasant, agreeable, pleasurable, satisfactory, well-behaved, obedient, honorable, reliable, trustworthy, safe, favorable, profitable, advantageous, righteous, expedient, helpful, valid, genuine, ample, salubrious, estimable, beneficial, splendid, great, noble, worthy, first-rate, top-notch, grand, sterling, superb, respectable, edifying

Great - noteworthy, worthy, distinguished, remarkable, grand, considerable, powerful, much, mighty

Gross - improper, rude, coarse, indecent, crude, vulgar, outrageous, extreme, grievous, shameful, uncouth, obscene, low

Happy - pleased, contented, satisfied, delighted, elated, joyful, cheerful, ecstatic, jubilant, gay, tickled, gratified, glad, blissful, overjoyed

Hate - despise, loathe, detest, abhor, disfavor, dislike, disapprove, abominate

Have - hold, possess, own, contain, acquire, gain, maintain, believe, bear, beget, occupy, absorb, fill, enjoy

Help - aid, assist, support, encourage, back, wait on, attend, serve, relieve, succor, benefit, befriend, abet

Hide - conceal, cover, mask, cloak, camouflage, screen, shroud, veil

Hurry - rush, run, speed, race, hasten, urge, accelerate, bustle

Hurt - damage, harm, injure, wound, distress, afflict, pain

Idea - thought, concept, conception, notion, understanding, opinion, plan, view, belief

Important - necessary, vital, critical, indispensable, valuable, essential, significant, primary, principal, considerable, famous, distinguished, notable, well-known

Interesting - fascinating, engaging, sharp, keen, bright, intelligent, animated, spirited, attractive, inviting, intriguing, provocative, though-provoking, challenging, inspiring, involving, moving, titillating, tantalizing, exciting, entertaining, piquant, lively, racy, spicy, engrossing, absorbing, consuming, gripping, arresting, enthralling, spellbinding, curious, captivating, enchanting, bewitching, appealing

Keep - hold, retain, withhold, preserve, maintain, sustain, support

Kill - slay, execute, assassinate, murder, destroy, cancel, abolish

Lazy - indolent, slothful, idle, inactive, sluggish

Little - tiny, small, diminutive, shrimp, runt, miniature, puny, exiguous, dinky, cramped, limited, itsy-bitsy, microscopic, slight, petite, minute

Look - gaze, see, glance, watch, survey, study, seek, search for, peek, peep, glimpse, stare, contemplate, examine, gape, ogle, scrutinize, inspect, leer, behold, observe, view, witness, perceive, spy, sight, discover, notice, recognize, peer, eye, gawk, peruse, explore

Love - like, admire, esteem, fancy, care for, cherish, adore, treasure, worship, appreciate, savor

Make - create, originate, invent, beget, form, construct, design, fabricate, manufacture, produce, build, develop, do, effect, execute, compose, perform, accomplish, earn, gain, obtain, acquire, get

Mark - label, tag, price, ticket, impress, effect, trace, imprint, stamp, brand, sign, note, heed, notice, designate

Mischievous - prankish, playful, naughty, roguish, waggish, impish, sportive

Move - plod, go, creep, crawl, inch, poke, drag, toddle, shuffle, trot, dawdle, walk, traipse, mosey, jog, plug, trudge, slump, lumber, trail, lag, run, sprint, trip, bound, hotfoot, high-tail, streak, stride, tear, breeze, whisk, rush, dash, dart, bolt, fling, scamper, scurry, skedaddle, scoot, scuttle, scramble, race, chase, hasten, hurry, hump, gallop, lope, accelerate, stir, budge, travel, wander, roam, journey, trek, ride, spin, slip, glide, slide, slither, coast, flow, sail, saunter, hobble, amble, stagger, paddle, slouch, prance, straggle, meander, perambulate, waddle, wobble, pace, swagger, promenade, lunge

Moody - temperamental, changeable, short-tempered, glum, morose, sullen, mopish, irritable, testy, peevish, fretful, spiteful, sulky, touchy

Neat - clean, orderly, tidy, trim, dapper, natty, smart, elegant, well-organized, super, desirable, spruce, shipshape, well-kept, shapely

New - fresh, unique, original, unusual, novel, modern, current, recent

Old - feeble, frail, ancient, weak, aged, used, worn, dilapidated, ragged, faded, broken-down, former, old-fashioned, outmoded, passe, veteran, mature, venerable, primitive, traditional, archaic, conventional, customary, stale, musty, obsolete, extinct

Part - portion, share, piece, allotment, section, fraction, fragment

Place - space, area, spot, plot, region, location, situation, position, residence, dwelling, set, site, station, status, state

Plan - plot, scheme, design, draw, map, diagram, procedure, arrangement, intention, device, contrivance, method, way, blueprint

Popular - well-liked, approved, accepted, favorite, celebrated, common, current

Predicament - quandary, dilemma, pickle, problem, plight, spot, scrape, jam

Put - place, set, attach, establish, assign, keep, save, set aside, effect, achieve, do, build

Quiet - silent, still, soundless, mute, tranquil, peaceful, calm, restful

Right - correct, accurate, factual, true, good, just, honest, upright, lawful, moral, proper, suitable, apt, legal, fair

Run - race, speed, hurry, hasten, sprint, dash, rush, escape, elope, flee

Say/Tell - inform, notify, advise, relate, recount, narrate, explain, reveal, disclose, divulge, declare, command, order, bid, enlighten, instruct, insist, teach, train, direct, issue, remark, converse, speak, affirm, suppose, utter, negate, express, verbalize, voice, articulate, pronounce, deliver, convey, impart, assert, state, allege, mutter, mumble, whisper, sigh, exclaim, yell, sing, yelp, snarl, hiss, grunt, snort, roar, bellow, thunder, boom, scream, shriek, screech, squawk, whine, philosophize, stammer, stutter, lisp, drawl, jabber, protest, announce, swear, vow, content, assure, deny, dispute

Scared - afraid, frightened, alarmed, terrified, panicked, fearful, unnerved, insecure, timid, shy, skittish, jumpy, disquieted, worried, vexed, troubled, disturbed, horrified, terrorized, shocked, petrified, haunted, timorous, shrinking, tremulous, stupefied, paralyzed, stunned, apprehensive

Show - display, exhibit, present, note, point to, indicate, explain, reveal, prove, demonstrate, expose

Slow - unhurried, gradual, leisurely, late, behind, tedious, slack

Stop - cease, halt, stay, pause, discontinue, conclude, end, finish, quit

Story - tale, myth, legend, fable, yarn, account, narrative, chronicle, epic, sage, anecdote, record, memoir

Strange - odd, peculiar, unusual, unfamiliar, uncommon, queer, weird, outlandish, curious, unique, exclusive, irregular

Take - hold, catch, seize, grasp, win, capture, acquire, pick, choose, select, prefer, remove, steal, lift, rob, engage, bewitch, purchase, buy, retract, recall, assume, occupy, consume

Tell - disclose, reveal, show, expose, uncover, relate, narrate, inform, advise, explain, divulge, declare, command, order, bid, recount, repeat

Think - judge, deem, assume, believe, consider, contemplate, reflect, mediate

Trouble - distress, anguish, anxiety, worry, wretchedness, pain, danger, peril, disaster, grief, misfortune, difficulty, concern, pains, inconvenience, exertion, effort

True - accurate, right, proper, precise, exact, valid, genuine, real, actual, trusty, steady, loyal, dependable, sincere, staunch

Ugly - hideous, frightful, frightening, shocking, horrible, unpleasant, monstrous, terrifying, gross, grisly, ghastly, horrid, unsightly, plain, homely, evil, repulsive, repugnant, gruesome

Unhappy - miserable, uncomfortable, wretched, heart-broken, unfortunate, poor, downhearted, sorrowful, depressed, dejected, melancholy, glum, gloomy, dismal, discouraged, sad

Use - employ, utilize, exhaust, spend, expend, consume, exercise

Wrong - incorrect, inaccurate, mistaken, erroneous, improper, unsuitable

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Spoiled Rotten /// Overhaul x f!Reader (18+)

Request: What if Overhaul fucks spoiled rich reader because her dad owes the yakuza money and in exchange Kai takes the daughter as a form of payment using her as his personal stress doll whenever and wherever he wants making her into his perfect little doll

A/N: While I was writing this my roommate asked if I was okay bc cause I kept stopping to fan myself and blush lmaooooo god I’m such a brat. I did change the concept up a bit, hope that’s fine!

This is dedicated not only to the OG requester but also to everyone who read the excerpt I posted a while back and told me they couldn’t wait to see the finished product!! Love you guys ❤️

Tags/warnings: threats, dubcon/coercion, dom/sub, brat taming, degradation, exhibitionism, restraints, mentions of forced prostitution, verbal & physical harassment, kidnapping, kinda breath play?, long

The first thing you notice when you come to are voices. Multiple people talking to each other, speech overlapping in patterns you can’t make out. They’re quiet—not whispering for your sake, but quiet because you’re still half knocked-out and you can barely hear.

The second thing you notice is the pounding in your head and the lingering smell of something sweet spread over your nose and mouth.

The third thing you notice is the fact that when you try to blink your eyes open, your lashes brush against something soft and dark. You’re blindfolded…and gagged, and your hands feel like they’re cuffed behind your back. From what you can sense around you, it seems like you’re hunched in a kneeling position with your cheek flattened against the floor and your bare feet tucked under your backside.

At least you’re still in your nightgown. You can feel the frilly silk of it, a useless barrier between your skin and the cool air, and it reminds you of how you got here in the first place.

A loud noise in the night. Your father’s voice pleading. A heavy thump. The door to your bedroom banging open and a strange man holding you down to your bed…lifting a sweet-smelling rag to your mouth…telling you to “take a deeeeep breath, princess.”

“Hey, I think she’s waking up.”

An invisible hand fists itself in your hair and you whine in pain as your upper body is lifted off the floor. Once you’re properly upright, you hear squeaking, shoes against concrete, and the heat and breath and presence of someone behind you. Something rustles at the back of your head—you’re too scared to move so you stay still—and then the blindfold is being lifted off your face.

Once it’s gone, you have to blink for a moment even despite the low light of the dingy room where you’ve…apparently…been kidnapped. By the freaking yakuza. And for some reason, they’re all wearing bird-beak masks.

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Vil roughing you up in the school bathroom and leaving you covered in his cum and he was even nice enough to let you wear his crown. He leaves you there with your uniform messed up, his crown crooked on your head, covered in hickeys, and out of breath on the ground. Epel and Rook rush in to see whats going on after Vil hadn't answered them, they're both left in shock and disbelief when they see the state he left you in.

I've been staring at this ask for 2 whole days... Or maybe 3? Thinking of what to write 😳😳😳Let's use the Push and Pull prompt.

Jealousy can be a really awful thing. You know you shouldn't be jealous, to be honest. You've no right to be, especially since you and Vil are nothing more than.. Well can you say friends? Acquaintances maybe? You did share your dorm with him for a month for the VDC Boot Camp.

You gotta say, you paid extra attention to his needs during his stay. Making sure he got the best room in your less-than put together dorm. Making sure every nook and cranny were clean. Stocking up on whatever you think he needs (you bought lots and lots of water, the fancy kind, so Rip your wallet) and making sure his stay was as comfortable as you can make it. Your dorm was no castle like the Pomefiore dorm was, but you'd atleast want to keep it clean and cozy for his stay.

You were quite sure he knew you took quick glances of him. Quite sure he chose to ignore it. Well, you had other things to do so you ignore the sting in your chest and go on with your duties as host.

Taking care of everyone else... But yourself.

It was no surprise you got burnt out. You nearly stumbled down the stairs one day, early morning, from being too tired and right when you were quite sure your gonna hit the floor, you were caught by strong arms.

Vil met your eyes in the dimness of the hall. He scoffed at you for your general clumsiness, giving you a quick scolding while taking you to the kitchen counter and offering you some tea he made for himself. But you really didn't know it was for him, there was only one cup.

You didn't really know how tired you are until he pointed out your eyebags, your pallid face and your bad(der than usual) posture. You listened through his stern lecture, still a little shaken from the incident and quite upset with his words.

"Is it a fault to take care of others?!"

You had bite back, angry tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you looked up at his cold lavender ones.

"It is when you can't take care of yourself"

He replied, raising an eyebrow at you before he did something that shocked you.

He held your cheek softly in his hand and swiped a tear that escaped from your eyes gently with his thumb.

"You did a great job so far. Your efforts are greatly appreciated, potato. But you need to rest."

And then he turned away as if nothing happened, exiting the kitchen and leaving you with your heart racing.

And that's how your small admiration turned into something more.

Really, you were almost tempted to believe that what happened that day was a dream. A figment of your imagination caused by your exhaustion and nothing more.

Still, you kept the memory locked up in your heart.

The days after the boot camp and VDC was quite tame. You didn't meet Vil as often as you liked as lou two were in different years, yet you took glances at him whenever you can when you meet. Sometimes you look him up in social media. Sometimes you get to say hello to him in the hallways.

That was the only thing you could do. Because he was so... Unreachable.

You were a little jealous, to be honest. Of those who could stay by his side. You want to be with him, too. By his side. You have no right to be jealous because you two didn't really have anything going on in particular... And it hurt too much to hope.

So you stopped.

The glances.

The longing sighs.

The pining.

The greetings in the hallways.

Everything.

It was for the best.

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"Who told you to stop?"

Was Vil's stern question as he pushed you on the Pomefiore dorm's bathroom counter. The cold glass pressing up on your batch.

You stare at him, confused. Looking back at his cool lavender eyes full of firey emotions you couldn't comprehend.

"I... I... What do you mean?" You squeaked, heart racing.

Did you do something wrong? Anything that could've offend him? You were sure you didn't. In fact, you've been avoiding him too much to actually do anything that could catch in his sights.

He didnt reply. Merely assessed your quivering form before letting out a chuckle, his voice velvety in rich with every sound you were almost enamored.

" It's ridiculous how you make me feel this way, potato." He said, his hand cupping your cheeks warmly, reminding you of the night a few weeks ago. " And I loathe it."

Your eyes widened like saucers as his gentle touch became a bruising grip, his other hand snaking its way behind your head and pulling you in to meet his cool lips.

The initial shock faded away after a few seconds, when the feeling of his teeth biting your lip to open your mouth and shove his tongue in registered to your senses.

You tried to struggle, to push him off but his grip was strong, locking your arms above you as his other hand kept your head put. His kiss was bruising, he nibbled on your lips, and his tongue explored every part of your mouth leaving your mind hazy from the sensations. The kiss lasted for a while, and when he finally broke it, you were left breathless and panting, chest heaving up and down, hair disheveled and uniform wrinkled.

Tears began to spill on your eyes as you stared him. He still looked as flawless as ever, hair a little messy but still... Beautiful.

" Why... Are you doing this." You ask, followed by a hiccup. " What did I do wrong?"

The beautiful queen drank in your tearful form, something heavy forming in his chest seeing you sad, which was contradicted by the fire in his stomach knowing it was him who made you cry.

That your eyes were on him again.

"Oh, potato." He drawled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear before his face moved towards yours, his hot breath fanning in your ears as he whispered. "The only sin you've committed is making me notice you... And pulling back just because you think you could." Hit bit your earlobe lightly. " How dare you steal my heart then discard it after. "

He pulled your hair back, the actions leaving a stick on your scalp as his mouth descended on your neck, leaving red lipstick stains blooming like roses in the dawn. "Do you know who I am, my sweet apple?" He asked, lips dragging slowly across your exposed neck.

"Vil... Vil Schoenheit..." You answered, voice faint and breathless.

"Good." He nibbled on your sensitive skin,eyed half-lidded as you he looked up at you with his mesmerising eyes. "You should know that name you're gonna scream out."

And then he bit you... Hard.

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"AHHH.. VIL! " The person below him cried as he pounced them wildly, their hands holding unto the edge of the bathroom countered for support, their face a mess of tears and cum, mouth still dripping with his essence.

Really, he knew he should be more gentle for their first time. But he can't. This little person had made his heart race and destroyed his skin care routine for so many nights thinking he spent thinking of them. Their smile. Their eyes. Their soft lifts and how it would feel like against his own.

Oh, he was going mad.

He craved for their attention like a person in a desert craved for water.

He basked in the way you stole glances at him, the way you'd bow your head a little when you greeted him so he won't see your flushed face. It stroked his ego to know someone who made him suffer like this also suffered with him.

So imagine his, reaction, his shock, his anger, when he noticed you shrank away from him like he's the plague.

He wouldn't have it.

Who do you think you were to play at his heart like this? He was half tempted to pull you away from those nobodies who flocked you and pull you away in away in a corner so he could ravish you.

But he didn't...Because some part of him, the prideful part, wouldn't let him grovel over someone like you.

It took him seeing you ruffling Epel's hair and looking at him fondly for him to snap.

And thus, this predicament.

He pulled your hair back, making sure you stared at the mirror reflecting the both of you connected in such an intimate way. He made sure to drink in the look of your face as your fourth orgasm came over you, your body trembling and barely holding on to the counter as Vil repeatedly hit the spot inside you, overstimulating your senses as cum dripped all over your legs to the tiled floors. A testament of how so full of you of his seed.

Your skin was littered with a garden of red and purples, red from his lips and purple from his teeth and tongue, making sure his claim on you was apparent. He's gonna make sure you were your collars unbuttoned, to display the beautiful work he'd left behind.

"Mmmff..Please..." You begged,voice faint and hoarse from screaming out his name, a trail of cum dripping down the edge of your lips. "Please..."

You begged some more, whether because you wanted him to stop, or wanting him to go faster, deeper, harder and to carve himself inside of you, you didn't know.

Vil pulled your torso up to his, his hand still firm on your hips, fucking you senseless, as his other hand raised your thigh and hooked it underneath his arm, giving you a perfect view on were you were connected.

"Mmf! Ahh!" You moaned, his cock scraping on your walls and hitting your deepest depths, making your head dizzy. Your senses tunneling at nothing both the pleasure he was giving you and the sight of him fucking you in front of the mirror.

He still kept his clothes, only his cock was out which was ravaging your insides. You, on the other hand, were barely clothed, your pants pooling down your leg whilst your shirt clung desperately over your arms, a few buttons missing from the time Vil had ripped it open to continue his work from your neck to your chest,marking you possessively.

His crown laid askew on your head, something he had put on you as you were sucking on his cock a few moments ago. He said the sight was so beautiful. To see you kneeling before him and licking his shaft greedily like it was a piece of candy. You could see how delighted he was, his eyes full of mirth and lust as he shoved his huge cock down your throat harshly and repeatedly, his hand pulling on your hair as he treated your mouth like his personal fleshlight.

You coulf still remembered how you choked at sputtered when his warm cum spilled into your throat, almost drowning you which left you no choice but to swallow them all up as some of it overflowed and dribbled on your chin and chest.

"Vil! Vil! Vil!" You called out his name as another knot in your stomach formed, the way he was biting on your bare shoulders and calling you his slut egging you on, your juices spilling and mixing with his as it cascaded on your thighs.

You were so lost in pleasure, you didn't hear the loud knocking on the door. The sounds of Rook and Epel's worried voice as they called out for both of you.

Vil didn't seem to care, all he did was continue marking his territory, his nails leaving red marks on your hips, his hip slamming erratically unto yours, his eyes focused on the reflection of you two fucking like wild animals in front of the mirror. The sight of your tears, the sound of your voice, your scent and the softness of your skin. All of it made him drunk and lose his mind. He didn't even mind his clothes were askew and his precious crown had fallen off your head and made clang when it hit the ground.

No.

His priority was to carved his existence into your insides. To ruin you as you ruined him. To fuck you senselessly until you crave nothing more but his touch.

The knot in his stomach unravelled and he bit deeply on your skin, almost breaking flesh, muffling his groans as he spilled his cum deep inside you fifth time this evening.

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It was several hours later until Vil exited the bathroom and met the worried looks of his two dorm members with a cool nonchalant stare. He didn't answer their questions or catered to their shock when they saw their always flawless queen looking disheveled. Hair askew, missing crown, clothes wrinkled, lipstick smudged.

He just walked passed them, head held high as always.

Rook had to stop Epel from entering the bathroom,and the vice dorm leader was glad he did.

You laid on the bathroom counter, looking like a mess. Your shirt was buttoned up and your pants were on, but it didn't escape the hunter's sharp eyes how under your shirt you had sported several lovebites. What was more obvious was your face, still dripping with viscous white liquid, lips swollen, eyes half lidded, and a crown sitting neatly on your disheveled head.

Rook couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. His heart soaring as he has once again found another form of beauty to bask himself in.

"So this is how he stakes his claim... How positively beautiful."

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Mood: sipping wine and drawing scandalous Bulma in school uniform

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Et Tu

I um… I may have a thing for some of the Seijoh third years 👀

Aoba Johsai x Female Manager

TW Non-con/dub con, bullying, light degradation, spit-roasting, NSFW

Coach Irihata hums thoughtfully, and you fight the urge to twist your hands in your lap.

“Have you spoken with Oikawa about this?”

Your nervous smile tightens just a fraction, but you remind yourself of who you’re talking to - the respect that the Coach deserves. You might loathe the Seijoh boys volleyball club with every fibre of your being, but he’s not to blame for your misery. “I don’t really think I need to, Coach. I’ve made my decis-”

He cuts you off with a single raised hand. “Please, Y/N. He’s your Captain.” Do not scowl, do not scowl, do not scowl. “These boys need you. Talk to him first and if your decision is still the same-” you hold your breath, “-we can reassess.”

It’s not what you want to hear, but you’re hardly about to stand up and argue with him. If you don’t want your extracurricular records to look like absolute shit when you’re applying for Universities, you need his approval… and, more importantly, his signature. You nod tensely, keeping your mouth shut and with a short bow you gather your things and all but run from his office.

There’s no way in hell that you’re going to discuss anything with that piece of shit, but you figure you’ll suffer through practice this afternoon, go home and unwind over the weekend and try and talk to Coach again on Monday. 

Just one signature, and you’d be done with all of it. 

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Now that you’re taking requests for obey me, could you give us your yan hcs for the brothers? Like a general breakdown of their typing and how they treat their darling

I am a simple writer. I see something that asks me to ramble about pretty boys and I go feral. Hopefully, my thoughts are enough to pass for coherent, and that is all I will say on the matter.

TW: Mentions of Emotional And Physical Abuse, Toxic Relationships and Delusional Mindsets.

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Lucifer is Strict.

It’s in his nature, really. Everything else in his life is so uncontrolled, so unpredictable, he can hardly stand to think you could ever be the same way. No, no, not his sweetheart, the light of his life, his favorite pet. It’s terrible, how shameless about it he is about it, too. Lucifer doesn’t have a reason to pretend to be better than he is, so he won’t make an attempt to hide how he really feels about you, regardless of any complaints you have about his treatment. He’s so much stronger than you could ever hope to be, after all, and more than willing to prove his superiority, whether or not you give him a reason to. And you’re so bright-eyed, so willing to look past polished cruelty and his more problematic tendencies… how could he not take such a gift for granted?  

Mammon is Jealous.

He really does love you. That’s what makes him so bad, he really does love you. Mammon can’t help himself, he wants to be close to you – he feels like he can’t breathe if you’re not around. Of course, he’ll cling to you as much as he can, sulking when you’re not around and trying to find excuses to bother you, but that’s never really enough. The more you give him, the more he wants, and the more he realizes how close other people are to taking his place. What if you like one of his brothers more? What if you choose a complete outsider over your loyal companion? He can’t help but be a little more cautious as time goes on, holding you closer just to calm the utter paranoia he has to live with whenever you’re around. You could call him protective, anxious, but ‘greedy’ would be a more fitting term. I mean, considering how temperamental he can get when you refuse and all.

Leviathan is Obsessive.

You can’t blame him for the way he acts. He’s new to love (to socializing in general, honestly), and Leviathan isn’t exactly gifted when it comes to handling this influx of emotions and affection and all those horribly sappy things you bring into his life. He doesn’t know he shouldn’t want to be with you every minute of every day, he doesn’t know he shouldn’t want to hold you until you suffocate in his arms. He’s not sure what’s too much or too little, and he’ll try to make up for that with behavior so stifling, you won’t know how to feel about it, either. It’s unhealthy, and some part of him is aware of that, but… it’s for love, isn’t it? And everything’ll be perfect, as long as he does it for love.

Satan is Possessive.

I hope you’re not prone to whiplash, because Satan won’t give you so much as a chance to love him back. He’s dreadful when it comes to reciprocation, so wrapped up in the idea that you might feel differently or reject him or love him back, he won’t even consider a ‘normal relationship’ as an option. He’ll force himself to isolate you, to care more about eliminating your choices rather than making himself seem like the best one. It’s a shame his resolve is iron-clad, Satan can’t be convinced to think any differently. As far as he’s concerned, you belong to him, and crying about it won’t change his mind. Just be glad he’s not the type to go overboard. Or, he isn’t usually the type to go overboard, anyway. I wouldn’t do anything to test his self-control.

Asmodeus is Overbearing.

‘Overbearing’ might give the wrong impression, actually. He’s used to fast-paced, fleeting relationships. Passionate, but over as abruptly as they were started, regardless of how much effort he puts into maintaining them. It’s nice to have someone he can… linger on, for lack of a better way to put it, but old insecurities die hard. He’s never satisfied when it comes to affection, always asking for another kiss or another compliment, never taking ‘no’ for an answer. You’re just shy, you don’t know what you’re talking about! It’s not that you don’t want to spend the night with him, you just need someone to break the tension, you need him to take the first step! It’s as delusional as it is pushy, but everything Asmo says is so sweet, so honey-coated, you’ll feel guilty for asking him to slow down. Luckily, you won’t have to worry for very long. He’ll always accept your apologies, as long as you do your best to really show you’re sorry.

Beelzebub is Protective.

Where am I supposed to start? He’s a sweet man, a kind one, but it’s hard for him to express that, even more so for him express it in any meaningful way without making you think he’s half-starved. So, he compensates. He tries to make up for everything with the way he treats you, as if you’re the most delicate thing in the three realms. There are moments of weakness, sure, playful bites that are a little too blood-thirsty and tired thoughts you can’t stop yourself from flinching at, but every bruise is bandaged and fretted over like your life is on the line. He’s nothing but gentle with you, but don’t assume the same policy extends to anyone he deems as ‘too close’. Beelzebub isn’t known for thinking things through very often.

Belphegor is Sadistic.

Physical pain will be the least of your worries, if it’s any help. Belphie is a lot of things, but he’s not a dedicated man, so average punishments are few and far between. Still, he lives for seeing you squirm, for the terrified expression that crosses your face when he whispers something visceral in your ear or how dejected you seem after he makes you to apologize for a fight that never happened. He’s not violent, but he doesn’t have to be, not when a glare or frown is enough to make you cling to him like a kicked puppy. But, on the odd chance that you do disagree with him, misbehaving or shrugging him off or laughing when he makes his little threats, his attitude won’t be so lax. Sloth might be his strongest alignment, but wrath is a very close second.

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well ino was there

I wouldn't have spread my legs for lee either

I like SS I really do but also

sakura u dumb bitch idiot, my daughter whom I love, lees n inos stupid asses where right there

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experimenting with different positions.

And i could only think of Sasusaku for this one lol