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The Fandom Takes a Mental Health Day (Data)

Heyoooo! If you didn't know or don't remember, I created a survey collecting people's opinions on the episode Dennis Takes a Mental Health Day a few months back! I haven't been able to finish the results post for it yet, but some people were interested in seeing the raw data, so here it is!

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Some things to look forward to when I finally finish the real results post: colorful graphs and charts, stats on how many people who ship macdennis liked vs disliked the episode, stats on how many people liked or disliked various things about the episode, and so much more! Coming to a Tumblr near you at some point

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MANNY THE ANGEL tag drop, since he's been noisy as hell! assigning everyone a song, and his is 'the fruits' by paris paloma.

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He actually did it...

Whb!Asmodeus x Gn!Reader

Cw: dubcon ,Asmodeus calling himself your husband, He is a little delusional right now, Regardless of readers gender a lot of breeding and pregnancy talk so beware, primal, Not omegaverse but some terminology

Happy Destroy Dick December here's some Asmodeus appetizer for your main course of Lucifer later

Ayo!!! And Thank you too @da-shrimping-station for giving me permission to use your OC Azaruuth as a cameo!!

"Darling, when there's something I want I do everything in my power to obtain it." His words echo in your mind as you see the results of the no nut November challenge, Your eyes white and as they displayed his picture on the screen of the pub and Gehenna. Every other devil in that bar was just a shocked as you.

The only winner of The 'King only competition of No nut November' was Asmodeus, The devil of Lust, The man who couldn't keep his hand out of his pants for more than a half a second; won.... Your heart sank as the reality of your situation began to sink in.

A shiver runs down your spine as you realize that a few devils are staring at you—some with a look of horror, others with worry.

You knew why, you were the prize after all...

Whoever wins this challenge will have you for the entirety of December. You would be entirely unavailable for other kings. (Except for emergencies, of course) No interruptions. You would have to stay put by their side, and you would do anything they wish.

Your heart pounded as Sitri and Amy safely escorted you to Abbaddon. Satan could not attend as he was so angry he was destroying half the castle.

Sitri and Amy are trying to talk you down from going along with being the prize, telling you that it wasn't too late... too focused on the possibility of what the king of lust could do to you for a month straight. But rules were rules, and you were the one who made the contest begin. You couldn't back out just because you didn't like the winner.

Once they reached the gates of the Abbaddon Palace, one Red Prison guard stood tall, his back straight, his chin up, radiating pure discipline. What really stood out to you was his one horn, which had two tones of pink matching each color of his mismatched eye. His mouth curved into a gentle smile as those eyes gazed upon you, but that smile quickly died when he saw the two Gehenna devils standing protectively at your side.

"I'll take them from here. Your duty is done." He spoke in a polite yet cold tone. Amy and Sitri get their teeth, But they know that it is best to turn back going any further would Go against the rules, as from this moment on, you are in Abbaddon's care. They didn't even get a chance to say goodbye as the guard tucked their hair behind their ear, fixing certain parts of their shirts. "His Majesty has been waiting for you for quite a while." His seductive person shivers down your spine as he reaches his gloved hand into his pocket with only his eyes, he motions for you to reach your hand out, placing a red key into your palm.

You're not sure how you knew what he wanted.

"Follow me, dear Descendant." You gave them one last look before the palace doors begin to slowly close behind you. You smiled and wave hoping it would ease Amy and Sitri's worries.

As the disciplined guard devil guided you through the halls of the palace, the ponytail of his dark violet hair swaying from side to side. The silence and tension were killing you. You want it to speak up and make some light conversation. But every last word trying to come out of your mouth was choked by the radiating authority from this devil. You've never met him before, but you've heard that he was relatively high-ranking, Not an advisor... But very high ranking. From the way he was dressed, it was obvious what his duty was in Abbaddon.

As Asmodeus's room gets closer you finally did manage to speak up.

"Um, how has Asmo been? I-I haven't seen him since Halloween?" His head was slightly parked up, and he looked back at you. His intense eyes softened again, and he exhaled, giving you a polite yet knowing smile. "You'll see. Don't be impatient."

You couldn't help as your cheeks flushed red from the little scolding you got.

When you see the door to his room, you notice more guards, a blue-shining pentagram glowing and pulsating on the large red doors, and foreign infernal lettering flickering all around the circle. It was like they were keeping their own king prisoner.

He stopped 6 feet away from the door, letting a curious you wonder ahead of him.

"This is as far as I could go. Be good; do as you're told, and his majesty lies beyond the door. Angels and Demons cannot enter or leave... As a human, you are free to open. I think you will quite like what his majesty has prepared for you on the other side." He smiled at you as you turned around to face him. He gets closer again, this time checking the top of your head, brushing away invisible dust or lint. He couldn't help himself sneaking a little kiss on your forehead before turning around and taking his leave. You felt a little bit of heat as your cheeks were dusted pink, raising your hand too brush your fingertips against the area his lips touched.

You brush aside the devil's affection turning back to the door You pulled out the red key preparing to try to find its lock before one of the devils spoke up. "It doesn't doesn't lock Just open it." He said with a cheery smile.

An "oh..." Escaped your lips. "Thank you." You responded with an embarrassed look. You open the door to Asmodeus's private Chambers to a dark room.

The door shuts behind you before another enchantment glows this time a red color on your side, It's magical glow gives you the faintest amount of light for your eyes to adjust to. Your heart was thumping in your chest as if you were in a horror movie as you step forward here the wrestling of metal as you finally hear of familiar voice.

"come closer~" instead of his normal sly seductive tone It was more of a breathy sultry as he almost beckins you further into the dark.

Your hand was shaky as you reach into your back pocket to pull out your phone turning on the flashlight as you take a step forward, and then another until your camera flash finally make something out of the darkness. A red chain attaching itself to the floor It was loose coiled in a pile as if it hadn't been disturbed for a while You followed that chain until you reached its owner.

Asmodeus, bound by several chains, red chains looking like it was made of crystal or ruby with more angelic-looking bindings keeping his arms and legs secured to him, but what stood out to you was the muzzle on his face, the wild look on his eyes, and the chastity belt that you've only seen angels wear, locked snug around him.

They really did kept him prisoner. It was so... Surreal to see hell's crippling narcissist locked up like one of the many people he kept in his prison. But this is probably what he had to do to win, keeping his arms bound to his back and his cock locked so he could never touch himself...

He'd been like this for a month.

And you never knew...

His slit pupils dilated three times their size when he saw you walk closer. He didn't even hide the fact he was drooling for you, saliva dripping from his chin past his muzzle and down to the floor as he tried to close the gap between you and him, only to be stopped by rattling chains. He snarls, hissing in frustration as you stop right in front of him, getting on your knees to eye level.

"You know what to do darling, Open me up and take your prize."

You couldn't say no or disobey since Asmodeus won the contest. The key sat on your palm. A devil king struggling against iron chains, trying all his might to break free to get to you, is doing something to your body, and Asmo was hyper-aware. His last shred of self-restraint, if he had any to begin with, one by one, began to erode. "You smell so good... It's so tight... Want to be inside you.."He thrusts his hips up when your hands draw near his crotch, the key fitting into the lock of the chastity belt.

He tilted his head back. His shaky exhale made it clear how good it felt to finally be free as his cock bobbed and twitched wildly.

"Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me!" His desperate pleas to go straight to your lines as each word becomes less of a request and more of a demand. Part of you wanted to ignore him and just unlock the rest of his bindings, but seeing the mighty king of lust beg for your touch was so rare you had to at least indulge in his request. Asmodeus tried to lean against you pulling as far as the chains could allow him wanting to bury his nose into your shoulder only to feel the cold steel of the muzzle separating the two of you.

His naked body pressed flesh against Your shirt and pants, how he longed to feel your bare skin against his But at this moment, he was not complaining, especially when he felt relief on his cock for the first time in weeks.

You are such a good pet, remembering exactly how he liked it, especially when all he can think about is breeding the first hole in front of him right now.

You kept your rhythm nice and slow despite only barely touching him. His cock was drenched with precum, His balls squeezing and twitching as his cock tried to bob in your hand. With the key in your other hand, you unlock the final two chains, locking his wrists and neck as soon as the trainer on his neck clatters to the floor. You felt a hunger so feral as his hands reached for your wrists, pinning you to the floor at a blinding speed.

Asmodeus straddles you onto the floor, the entire room filled with his aphrodisiac pheromones, sweet and addicting, now so powerful you could no longer ignore it. You couldn't control your hips wiggling in place as he grinds his hips down against you. His wet cock drooled onto your pants.

He nuzzles, or at least tries to nuzzle, into your neck, feeling the cold bars press against him instead of your warm skin. Now that his hands are free, an animalistic snarl rips through his throat. He wasted no time putting two hands on both sides of the muzzle, his chest heaving as he tore the metal and leather apart in one pull.

"mine now...wanna taste you." A long in human tongue slithers out of his mouth licking his lips as he lowers his head.

With his claws and teeth He tears apart any piece of clothing in his way. You knew Asmodeus was a little unhinged before but now he was practically a snarling beast. As much as you are terrified you were incredibly turned on right now.

His intense gaze finally softened when his eyes laid upon your naked body. "Mmh~there you are, Your husband missed you~!"

With nothing else separating you between His heavy cock and and you're very eager dripping hole to your surprise He doesn't stretch you out and fuck you against the ground, instead he mashes his body against you as tight as he could lifting your hips up to grind himself against you. You felt his hot breath against your ear as he mumbled more to himself than to you "Pretty mate, want them to smell like me..."

His tongue dragging up your collarbone before burying his nose in the crook of your neck and inhaling your natural scent. Your head was spinning as your body felt hot and sensitive. Bucking your hips up to grind back against him Your breaths just as feverish is his.

His teeth grazed and nipped your skin as he presses his hips harder into you. Using His precum and your juices mixing together as he ruts his hips against yours.

"Mine!" Asmodeus growls out.

He thrusts his hips the head of his cock catching against your entrance making your back arch.

"Mine!" He growls out again .

His eyes glazed over as a hand slips between your legs preparing his cock to enter you.

"Gonna fuck you full." He muttered into your shoulder. When he slammed fully inside you, starting at a brutal pace, keeping your body pinned underneath him as he mindlessly fucked you're squeezing walls as if he needed it to survive.

Asmodeus couldn't stop his hips from moving even when he tries to manhandled you onto your stomach before taking you from behind. You felt this hot breath against the back of your neck occasionally; his teeth and tongue would taste your skin. Your legs were shaking trying to ground yourself as much as you could pushing back into him, No matter how hard you try you couldn't keep up with him as he used your body like a fuck toy.

You didn't know what to focus on the sweet scent of the aphrodisiac swirling on the room, the hard and fast slaps of his hips meeting yours, or the heavy breaths and loud moans and whimpers coming from the devil mounting you. Even with his lust drunken state, and his uncalculated animalistic thrusts. You are already close your legs shaking as your walls clamp down and milk him.

"Mate!Mate!Mate!Cumming!Cumming! Hhfa-AAAAH" His growls slur before letting out a loud whail despite orgasming the hardest heve ever done in his immortal Life He still kept his pace fucking his cum deeper.

"So good! So good! Saving up so much .for you! Hmm~All for you! I good male for you, Make sure mate...hah~ full of pups." He rambles his tongue out and panting, His eyes fully glazed over.

You've never heard him speak like this before. If it weren't for the fact that you are being fucked by the rabid beast himself, you would attempt to snap him out of it, You're not sure if you're scared or extremely horny, at the mere fact that you've broken him.

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Summary: Ace wants to try something new, but any time he's deep inside of you his possessive streak takes over. ~1.9k words. Mildly edited, I'll come back for a second round soon!

CW: Afab reader, cockwarming, possessiveness, pet names (“princess” used once), P in V.

MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.

“Do you know what cockwarming is?” Ace looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Uh… I think so. Wouldn’t that mean you just put your cock in me but… we don’t move or fuck, really?”

“Mhm.” He nodded. “Wanna try?”

“Well, does that mean I get to fuck you after?”

He flashed a smile. “Sure.”

Many minutes later, after Ace fingered you and ate you out, you sunk down onto his cock. You were straddling him while he sat in a chair, bare chests pressed together, and your face in the crook of his neck. His cock was buried deep inside, unmoving.

Ace was doing something, but the memory of that night is foggy, distorted by pleasure. He must have been reading, writing, polishing his belt buckle, fixing his beaded necklace, something like that. He was working on something while you drifted in and out of sleep.

Ace felt warm and comforting inside and the experience was intimate. He smelled good and you could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath. You felt safe, like you usually did around him, and you napped like that for a while.

Time passed and Ace finished whatever he was doing. One of his hands started to pet your hair, and his other hand came to rest on your hips. “Hey, gorgeous.” He murmured, stirring you awake. “You doing ok?”

You pulled away from where you were nestled in his neck and looked at him with sleepy eyes. “Mmhmm.” You forgot that his cock was inside of you for a second—you had gotten used to the sensation. But you were quickly reminded when Ace rocked his hips up, just slightly.

He pulled you closer and your lips met—you could tell he was smiling through his kisses, in excitement for what he was about to do to you, as well as pure adoration. Another slight push of his hips upwards and your core started to tingle and pulse around him.

He hummed in response. “I can feel that, baby. Does it feel good when I do this?” On the last word, he pushed his hips up again, cock pressing your g-spot as you let out another muted gasp. The warmth the pressure inside of you quickly turned to full-fledged heat, in two senses of the word. First, you were buzzing with pleasure already. He knew how to coax it out of you effortlessly. And second, you could tell he was literally warming you up inside, putting his devil fruit powers to good use, as he always did.

“Mmmmm, Ace.”

More kisses. They got intense, sloppier. His tongue pushed past your lips and prodded into your mouth; he reached a hand up to rest tangled in your hair. Every roll of his hips upwards felt electric.

“Fuck,” he pulled away and a string of spit connected your lips. “Your pussy feels like it was made for me.”

Ace had a possessive streak and it showed, in full force, whenever his cock was in you. It was a projection of how much he cherished you and how much he wanted to be cherished. You both knew that he was all yours and you were all his. Even so, he got off on reminding you in bed. Something about it really got him going.

We can speculate, but it must have to do with how badly he wanted to be loved and needed. He ate up the fact that he could be as possessive with you as he wanted, and you never said no to him (because every word he said was true). It was, among other things, one of the most intense and purely emotional sides of Ace, this all-encompassing need for you and your affection.

He relished the fact that no one else had you in any way—no one else knew you as well, no one else knew how you liked to be treated, no one else loved you like he did (and no one else ever would).

And tonight, his possessiveness was emphasized. Earlier that evening, the whole crew had been at a bar. It always drove Ace fucking nuts to see how every man in the room eyed you like a piece of meat. It pissed him off that they objectified you, eyes stuck on your figure any time you moved or any time your smile beamed. But what had been particularly worse about this night was that both of you had been chatted up.

A gorgeous young woman had grabbed Ace by the hand and dragged him to the other side of the bar when you were distracted. He tried to be polite, but he couldn’t focus. He was watching you get flirted with out of the corner of his eye. You didn’t seem to care that Ace was over in some dim corner with a random woman (he knew that you did care but you trusted him, so you weren’t that bothered). But Ace could see that the man chatting you up was being handsy—the guy did that classic and creepy hand-touching-the-small-of-your-back move that made you cringe in obvious discomfort.

So, Ace left the woman he was speaking with as she was in the middle of a word. “Sorry, I’ve gotta go.” He smiled painfully and practically bolted across the room, putting a hand between you and the creepy man and prying him off of you. “You’ve got the wrong idea, bud.”

Suffice to say, he got into a bar fight. But “fight” wouldn’t really be the right word for it. The second that Ace held a flaming finger in front of the creep’s face, the man ran out of the bar with his tail tucked between his legs, as they say.

But back to the moment at hand. Ace’s possessive streak was shining more than usual on account of the dual flirtation by randoms mere hours before. While Ace pressed his cock up into you with each second that passed, he reminded you that you were each other’s.

“You’re the only one for me, sweetheart.” He whispered in your ear. He only had eyes for you, only ever wanted you, and it would stay that way. “You’re mine.”

As Ace grinded into you, he used the leverage of his hands on your hips to push you down on his cock, hitting every spot he possibly could. Your arousal started to trickle down his shaft and onto his balls.

“Tell me who you belong to, princess.” Ace cooed in your ear. His desperate grunts accompanied wet sounds of you bouncing on his cock.

“You, Ace. Only you.” You whined as his pace increased. Each time his tip pushed on your gooey, sensitive soft, it felt like fireworks of pleasure lit inside of you. Your walls throbbed in time with his cock, driving him crazier.

His lips left a trail of kisses down the curve of your neck. Sinking his teeth down, he bit your shoulder, leaving a sunken crescent of teeth marks. A sign that you were his. The pain wasn’t too bad (though you yelped anyway), dulled by the fact that he was fucking you senseless. He lapped at the bite mark as if that would make the pain go away. When you whimpered in reply, his cock twitched.

“Look at me, pretty. Say my name.”

You made an effort to lock eyes with him, but you almost couldn’t look straight. “Ace. Ace, fuck. Feels so good.” The only word for the desire-riddled expression looking back at you would be ravenous.

As his name fell from your lips in a constant stream, your fingernails dug into the skin on his back—it felt great and encouraged him to thrust faster.

His precum wept inside of you, pearlescent and hotter than usual. He slammed frenzied, erratic thrusts that made you start to seize up with pleasure. You could barely speak, and you gave up on holding yourself upright, choosing instead to rest your face in his neck again.

“Wanna be with you forever, baby. You’re mine. All—mine.” He rasped in your ear, low and husky. Oozing desire from your cunt seeped down his shaft and onto the chair below; obscene noises echoed in the room as more filth left his lips.

Ace was out of breath, fucking you so hard and fast that he forgot to breathe. He choked out words between animalistic groans. “You’re so fuckin’ tight for me, sweetheart. Only—ever—for—me.”

The orgasmic coil inside of you was about to snap; you gave up on answering him and instead babbled, nodded, and moaned into his neck. He could tell that you were getting close from the way your walls shuddered around his shaft, the way that your muscles were starting to tense up and spasm.

“Cum for me, angel. Show me how good it feels. Show me whose pussy this is.” Ace almost couldn’t get the words out; he was heaving breaths and his mind was in a haze of desire. He needed to know that you were all his, that he was the only person you ever wanted. He needed to hear it before he let go. He was dying for you, feral for you, down bad for you in ways that words can’t describe.

“Ace—Ace, fuck, I’m—I’m cumming, Ace,” you keened his name and arched your back as he bucked his cock up into you. He deliberately controlled the heat of his shaft and flashed it blazing hot just for a second while he pressed on your g-spot forcefully with his swollen tip—it was too much.

Your orgasm exploded, euphoric and intense. You writhed on him in pleasure, convulsing over his cock with harsh squeezes.

That was what he wanted. Only he could ever do that to you.

His hips jerked one last time as he felt your walls squeeze and beg him for his cum. A guttural moan left his lips as he came deep inside of you—you could feel him filling you up in milky white ropes, dripping out of your slit and coating his shaft and balls.

With a long groan and exhale, Ace rested his head next to yours as he came down from his climax. His arms wrapped around you to bring you into a closer embrace as his heartbeat struggled to return to normal.

When he loosened his embrace slightly after a few minutes, he brought your face to his with gentle palms and started to nuzzle his nose on yours, radiating affection so strongly that you could feel it in your heart. His freckles popped out through the hues of pink and red that flushed his cheekbones.

Sighing in contentment with his cock still resting inside of you, both his hands cupped your cheeks, and his thumbs caressed your skin. “God, you’re so beautiful. I can’t get enough of you. Fuck. Will you be mine forever, baby?”

You laughed and the sound made his heart twist and flutter. A slight roll of your eyes accompanied your tone of feigned annoyance. “Yes, Ace. You always ask this, and the answer is always yes.”

“Okay, just checking.” He kissed every part of your skin that he could access until it tickled. “Are you still sleepy? Wanna go to bed?”

woowwww this was a fun one, omg. im down egregiously bad for him. if this man was real, i would do things to him so much that he wouldn't be able to walk for a week. pulling out all the stops. unhinging the jaw and whatnot. i can't describe how bad i want this man it's honestly pathetic at this point 😭😭😭😭

thank u so much for reading! here's my masterlist and my posting schedule for october.

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a helping hand

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summary: in which, two best friends sharing an apartment finally get fed up of hearing the other's sexual endeavours - especially when one is struggling in that department.

content: fluff, softdom!lando, inability to orgasm, nsfw descriptions - mentions of sex toys & masturbation, oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex, protected sex, crying, squirting - aftercare

pairing: lando norris x fem!oc

rora's thoughts: hi hi hi! this is the first of my original fic rewrites so i hope you enjoy ittt! i'm also a little terrified for bahrain this weekend, because i physically need lando to stay in the lead of the drivers' championship to function correctly. that's all, enjoy!

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HE HAD been eyeing her up all evening, leaning against the bar with a whiskey in his hand, swilling it as he watched lily and her friends on the dancefloor.

lando had opted to stay at home, claiming he was tired from the previous weekend's race in belgium, but had equally insisted that lily still go out and have fun with her girls. but honestly, the way she'd looked when she left their apartment had forced him wide awake.

she wore a miniscule black dress, thin straps holding her cleavage up as the hem clung to her ass for dear life. the elastic on the sides grabbing onto her waist, making it look like she was cinched into some sort of corset. the tiny black heels she was wearing accentuated the beauty of her tanned legs, and the cute little bag she held with her on nights like these just finished off the look.

she was an angel in the devil's cloak.

"that guy at the bar," kika began as she leant over the counter, fixing her lipstick from the ten minutes she'd spent outside with pierre. "he's been staring at you all night, lily."

"i don't know, he's not really my type." the italian shrugged, sighing softly as she smoothed down her hair, a little wild from the humidity of the club.

"but he's a body," the portuguese girl continued. "and you said it, you've gotten a decent fuck in months - he looks like one to me."

"we'll see," lily replied, adjusting the strap of her dress and picking her bag up. "maybe i'll give it a go, i don't know."

kika hummed knowingly in response, before the two girls re-emerged from the bright bathroom and back into the dark lights of the club.

the model didn't even have to try, because within an hour, she and the mystery man - who's name she had now learned was elliot - were outside of her apartment, lily fumbling with her keys to try and get in.

"you must be really-" lando said groggily as he opened the door, having heard the failed attempts of unlocking the door, eyes widening as his eyes fell on the taller man. "drunk."

"thanks lan." she giggled softly, patting his shoulder before grabbing elliot's hand and walking him through the flat and to her bedroom.

lando's gaze followed her as she lead the man away, and elliot didn't fail to notice, and he smirked at the british driver smugly, raising his eyebrows cockily.

well, it was going to be a long night for lando.

• • • •

A LONG NIGHT was an astronomical understatement, because elliot left thirty minutes later, and lando knew something was up.

they were adults, of course, so lily had heard lando and (sometimes multiple) other girls, and lando had heard lily with other men too - so this wasn't anything out of the ordinary for them. and the driver liked to think that he knew the difference between a real orgasm, and a fake one - not that he had ever had a girl experience the latter of the two with him anyway - and he was positive the noises he had just heard were that of a fake climax.

he’d actually only ever heard her really cum once - when he had quietly re-entered the apartment after forgetting his car keys on the kitchen side. her moans had echoed through the apartment, as did a faint buzzing sound. he'd only left a minute or so earlier, so she must have been desperate for a release before, or extremely turned on.

either way, lando had then been extremely turned on too, dick springing up in his loose joggers as the dirty image of her flooded his mind - legs spread wide, pussy glistening as she sunk two fingers deep inside of her, circling her clit with whatever small helper she had invested in.

it was a filthy thought, but he could have just burst in there, and gone feral.

god, he just wanted her on his lap, all wet and pretty, and he would sink himself nice and deep. he'd split her in half, make her forget her own name, make her only remember how he felt and how good she felt.

but he left their apartment, rock hard and panicking, praying no one would see him on the way back down to his mclaren - where he'd tried to get himself in check, but failed - so therefore turned to wrapping his hand around his thick member, tip leaking salty pre-cum, and having to relieve himself there and then.

lando had vowed never to stoop to that level again, but well, here he was, on the border of doing it again as his cock twitched in his boxers, half-hard at the moans that had been tumbling from her lips - albeit fake, she still sounded so hot.

clinging onto the little self-control he had left, he peeled himself from his sheets, and got into the shower, rotating the dial to the coldest setting.

meanwhile, lily was in her bedroom, frustrated and pissed off that she still hadn't orgasmed in around three months. deep in thought as to what she could do about her issue, when she heard the familiar splatter of water on the tiles - why on earth was lando having a cold shower at almost one in the morning?

oh.

oh.

• • • •

LANDO WAS so tired of hearing it, her soft moans resonating through their sleek apartment, all for nothing to amount of the whole experience - if anything he was having a better time than she was at this point.

"yeah, um... bye." lily bidded elliot goodbye, gently closing the door in front of her as he left her apartment with a quick kiss to her lips.

"frequent visitor, that one is." the driver had piped up from the kitchen, leaning back against the countertop in the morning light. "anything serious?"

he knew the answer to that question, they both knew it. "not really, he's okay in bed i guess."

"okay?" lando furrowed his eyebrows with a slight, almost innocent tilt of his head. "why isn't he great? you sound like you think he's great."

lily's eyes softly widened and the prettiest of pink blushes spread across her features, clearly flustered by lando's bold assumption.

she fumbled over her words briefly, before speaking quietly. "he um... he hasn't made me... you know."

"what?" he pressed, moving off the counter and stepping toward her. "he isn't making you what, lily?"

"he isn't making me cum." the girl whispered, avoiding eye contact in fear of the earth swallowing her up from sheer embarrassment. "and neither can i."

"oh pretty baby," lando cooed, one hand sliding to her throat, tilting her chin up so she'd actually look at him. "no one's making you feel good, are they?"

lily shook her head, catching her lower lip between her teeth gently.

"do you want me to help you?" he whispered lowly, thumb pushing on her chin so her lip came free.

"you'd do that?" her mouth parted a little, soft breaths leaving her.

"anything for you."

• • • •

THE ROOM was so hot, the scent of desire gathering as lando pinned her against his bedroom wall, lips desperately on her own.

she was pathetic, grabbing at him needily as his hands caged her waist to the wall, hungrily claiming her mouth. little breathless noises left her lips every few seconds, small hands tugging at the t-shirt that was tossed across the room only moments later.

as the fabric interrupted their intense make out, lando took the time to admire the look in her eyes, blown pupils and her irises gazing into his own for any sign of doubt - but it was a fruitless search.

soon enough, lily was wrapped around his waist, legs squeezing the muscles as he nipped at her lower lip, before sliding his tongue into her mouth with hardly any warning.

"lan," she moaned into his lips, pulling at the soft curls of his freshly-washed mullet.

"i know, baby, i know." he murmured against his lips. "gotta be patient, okay?"

the girl pulled away, "want you to fuck me already, please lando."

"lily," he groaned. "you can't say stuff like that, drives me mad."

she was about to speak again, but he continued. "gonna have to stretch you out a bit first, yeah? so it doesn't hurt."

"whatever you want." she hummed, pressing her lips to his again as he walked over to his bed, placing her down.

in a minute or so, lily was almost completely naked, clothes strewn across the bedroom like they were in a movie scene or something along those lines. all that was left, was her pretty lace underwear, soaked with slick, which was seeping onto her inner thighs.

on her back, with lando hovering over her, lily had her hands back in lando's brunette hair, scratching her fingers over his scalp and left a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses to her skin, all the way from her collarbone, down the valley of her breasts, and to her lower abdomen.

his teeth sunk into the lace, eyes flicking upward to meet her own as he slowly dragged her panties down her thighs and to her ankles - she didn't think she'd ever witnessed something so hot.

"fuck," he breathed out, completely mesmerised by the glistening mess between her legs. "gotta taste you first, let me, yeah?"

she whined out a desperate 'yes', and that was it.

her legs were pinned up over her tummy with one of his arms, and his mouth was on her instantly. his lips lapped at her folds, before he slowly pushed his tongue in between them, all while his thumb toyed at her weeping entrance, threatening to push in but never quite breaching the soft flesh.

she was writhing, wriggling underneath him as soon as his lips wrapped around her clit. he sucked at it, swirling his tongue quickly in an effort to make her cum as intensely as she could - he was so desperate to be inside of her, but at the same time, he could spend hours in between her thighs and never get bored.

"lando—" lily gasped out, fingers finding home in his curls again. "fuck, right there— so fucking good."

she was about to praise him again, tell him how good he was doing and how good he was making her feel - when his thick middle finger pushed past her tight entrance and inside of her. he didn't both pumping it in and out, rather curling it to tap her g-spot with some force - a pornographic moan tumbling from her as her back arched up.

a second finger was quickly crammed inside of her tight hole, scissoring apart as he kept up the ministrations of sucking and licking at her clit, speed increasing with the volume of her moans.

"gonna cum—" she moaned, head tossed back against the pillow. "yes, lan, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

red hot colours flashed through her mind, like warning lights in a factory blaring inside of her brain. her velvety walls clenched around his digits, thighs squeezing around his head as she came, crying out while her legs started to shake. lily's eyes rolled back into her head, hands pulling at his hair a little harder, before relaxing completely, letting the warm waves of pleasure wash over her.

lando kitten-licked her through her orgasm, her hips bucking away from the warmth of his tongue as she became increasingly sensitive.

“you okay, darling?” the driver asked gently, letting her legs lie flat on the bed as he moved up to hover over her.

“that was— you are incredible.” she managed to muster, leaning up to peck his lips gently.

he chuckled softly, kissing her back affectionately, before sitting back on his knees and pulling his boxers off.

“think you can take one more for me, baby?”

a soft hum left her lips, legs subconsciously spreading wider for him. lando shifted to his bedside cabinet, quickly pulling out a condom and rolling it over his aching member.

“words, come on.” he prompted, grabbing his dick and running it through her folds.

“please fuck me.” lily practically begged, blinking at him.

“c’mere then,” he sat down next to her, his erection pressing against his abdomen as she shakily got up. “gonna sit on it, aren’t you, baby?”

the girl nodded, placing her hands on his shoulders as she swung her leg over his lap, the tip of his cock notching against her entrance and she settled on her knees over him.

“go on, fuck me, pretty.” he said lowly, nodding his head as the tip pressed into her.

lily’s breath hitched at the thickness of just the tip stretched her walls gently, the intensity of it increasing every time she relaxed her muscles to sink down on him. the head nestled comfortably against her cervix, crammed against her g-spot at the same time.

“shit,” lando groaned out in unison with her, tilting his head back against the headboard as she bottomed out.

even through the condom, she could feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge twitching inside of her as she got used to the feeling of her best friend’s bigger-than-average cock.

“good girl,” he praised, nodding his head and squeezing her hips. “so fucking tight.”

tears of fullness and pleasure welled in her eyes, threatening to spill as she slowly began to raise off of him a little, before going back down to meet warm embrace of his thighs.

“that’s it, just like that.” he encouraged, a groan bubbling in his throat behind his words. “that’s my girl.”

lando’s hands shifted down to her hips, helping her raise up and slide down - but soon enough she was in her own rhythm, bouncing up and down his cock deeply.

his gaze flitted south, attention captured by the small reappearing and disappearing bump of her lower tummy - and he whimpered.

“fuck, look at how deep i am, baby.” he groaned, tracing his fingers over it as she rode him. “taking me so well, such a good girl.”

the praise made her spiral, movements speeding up and the tears in her eyes spilling. lily leant in, pressing her lips to his as salty streams of water trickled down her cheeks.

her legs started to shake, body almost collapsing on top of his, sweaty and spent - but he helped her out, lifting her off and slamming her back down quickly.

lando was so close, determined to make her see stars before he even thought about finishing, so he leant back a little bit, thrusting up into her, slow and hard - slamming against her g-spot in a delicious rhythm.

their kiss deepened as he spread her open a little wider, so he could slip his fingers in between her legs and rub tight circles over her clit, and that was it.

the second her orgasm washed over her, everything was warm, and wet, and everywhere. a scream ripped through her as her pussy gushed all over him, coating his thighs and abdomen, as his eyes widened at the beautiful sight before him.

“shit, shit, shit— gonna cum—” lando groaned as she clenched so hard around him it felt as if he was stuck. “fuck, lily—”

hot ropes of sticky cum spilled into the condom, the warmth of the substance against the silicone making her hips buck up and away from the sensation, overly sensitive after the entire ordeal.

she had practically gone none-verbal, head buried into the crook of his neck from both pleasure, and embarrassment that she had just squirted all over her best friend the first time they’d had sex — she was mortified, because no one had ever made her do that before.

“you okay, darling?” lando asked gently, letting himself soften inside of her as she sat there, panting lowly.

“mhmmm,” she hummed quietly, “sorry.”

the brit furrowed his eyebrows, gently tugging on her hair so she’d look up at him - “sorry for what?”

“i.. you know, doing that.” lily gestured, looking down at the splatters on his abs and thighs.

“don’t apologise, baby, that was so fucking hot.” he reassured her, smoothing a hand over her lower back.

a blush spread across her cheeks and she pecked his lips - “thankyou, for um… helping me out.”

“you’re so welcome, but i should be thanking you.” lando smiled, kissing her back gently, mumbling against her lips. “fucking incredible.”

she giggled softly, before slowly raising her hips upward, letting him gently slip out of her. lily winced, feeling quite on the sore side and very empty now that he wasn’t stuffed balls-deep inside of her.

the way he was looking at her made her nervous, so much unspoken affection between the pair, so many things he wanted to do, but knew he couldn’t do when she was in this state - all blissed out and puffy.

“if you wanna go, i understand.” lily nodded, speaking quietly and looking away from him.

“do you want me to go?”

“if you want to leave—”

“—lily, do you want me to go?”

“…no.”

that settled it, lando smiled and kissed her gently, affectionately.

“okay, come on, let’s get you cleaned up, darling.”

• • • •

LATER IN THE MORNING, the two were entangled in each other’s embrace - lily on top of lando as his arms wrapped around her torso - both peacefully asleep.

lily was the first to awake, lando being anything if not dead to the world. she was in one of his shirts, and his hands were splayed across her ass, acting as a cover up alongside the white lace underwear lando had helped her put on an hour or so ago.

“lando,” she whispered softly, pressing gentle kisses to his neck, eliciting a quiet grumble from him. “wake up, lan.”

thud!

it wasn’t even the noise that awoke lando, it was the pillow to the tummy he received after.

in his sleepy haze, lando had rolled over and shoved whatever was trying to wake him up away, resulting in lily falling off of the bed onto the floor.

“you are a prick, you know that right?” she huffed, stood over him with her hands on her hips.

lando blinked, brain not quiet registering the words coming from her mouth, but recognising how delicious she looked in his quadrant jersey and nothing but underwear.

within moments, she was back where she belonged, on his lap with her hands in his hair, mouth moulded to his. his fingers squeezed her waist gently, the kiss staying delicate and gentle between the two.

“definitely not a one time thing, by the way.” he mumbled, eliciting a soft laugh from her.

“definitely not.”

• • • •

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[thevoidstaredback]

Part 6

Despite first impressions, Old Man Connie was a pretty okay guy. He had a devil-may-care attitude and a really dry personality. Danny just knew that he was going to get along with this man, even if he'd hated him for the first little bit.

No, buying him two churros had nothing to do with it.

"So," Old Man Connie started a while later, just as Danny finished the last of his second churro, "What's a thing like you doin' so far from home?"

Danny didn't miss a beat this time. "No idea what you're talking about, Old Man."

"I'm not old," he growled, like that would do anything, "And you can cut the shit, we're the only ones privy to this conversation."

Danny pointedly looked at the ten other people in the square.

"I have a barrier up, smar'ass. No one I don't want to hear is going to hear. Now, I'll only ask once more: What is a Realms Being doin' so far from home."

"'Realms Being'?" he huffed chuckle, "You're not disproving those 'old man' allegations, Old Man. No one calls us Realms Beings anymore."

"So you admit it, then?"

"I'm indulging the whims of my elders."

Old Man Connie smacked his head for that. He laughed.

"Be serious, brat."

"Don' wanna."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because I'd rather not revisit my last month in the States, thank you very much." Old man Connie blinked and Danny had a small realization. "When was the last time you check what was going on in the US?"

Old Man Connie scoffed. "That magic hellhole? I avoid it unless absolutely necessary. Why?"

"You have no idea..?" He couldn't explain why, but he started laughing. Old Man Connie had no idea. Most people outside the US and Canada had no idea because it didn't directly impact them! It wasn't their country instating new laws. It wasn't their people being dragged, kicking and screaming and fighting for their afterlives, into laboratories! Why would anyone know more than a passing word? After all, it's just another fucked up thing the US Government was doing, and Canada was going along with it!

He started crying, laughter choking his sobs in his throat. He bend over, somewhere between dry-heaving and hyperventilating.

"Jesus- kid! Are you- What's?"

No one seemed to notice them. Danny, having a panic attack on the edge of a fountain with churro wrappers at his feet. Old Man Connie faintly trying to get him to breathe, which was easier said than done. Then, two girls past.

"¿Has oído lo que están haciendo los EE.UU.?"

"¿Esos tipos? ¿No pueden callarse de una vez?"

"¿No es cierto? Pero, como, en realidad es un poco de miedo."

"¿De verdad?"

"Sí. He oído que la gente está desapareciendo, como, a gran escala."

"¡¿Qué?! ¿Qué está pasando?"

"Aparentemente una nueva ley que aprobaron fue el catalizador."

The two girls left their range of hearing, but they'd done Danny the favor of explaining while he was incapacitated.

"Fuck," Old Man Connie summed up pretty well, "Fuck, that's- Is it?"

"They called for my help," Danny whispered into his knees, the nightmares he'd had dredging themselves to the forefront of his mind, blocking his vision with flashes of the ghosts he'd fought for a year, "I was supposed to help them, but I'm a coward and I hid!"

Old Man Connie was obviously not the best at dealing with children, but he got points for doing his best. "I'll fix this."

"You can't."

"I can."

Danny pushed him away, standing up, "You can't!" He let invisibility cover him as he quickly picked up his bag and flew away for Old Man Connie.

He didn't get outside the city limits, but he was far enough away that he was sure Old Man Connie wouldn't be able to follow him. Or that he'd at least get the hint and leave him alone.

There was still no messages from Jazz or anyone, so he didn't send them any. He didn't want to burden any of them with a stupid panic attack, either. He could get over it himself. He'd done it before and he'd do it again.

A chihuahua walked up to where he was leaning against a wall and sat down, it's brown eyes boring into him.

He quickly did his best to gain control of himself again. "H-hello."

"¡Hola, amigo mío!" the chihuahua said.

Danny blinked, taken aback. "Um..."

"I heard you were upset, so I came over to check on you."

Again, Danny said, "Um..." Was this a new power? 'Cause he knew for a fact that he couldn't understand animals before.

"My name's Chico, but you can call me Chi."

"Danny. Call me Danny."

"Short for Daniel, right?" Chico stood up and trotted closer like a damn pony. "I'm in you're head, man!"

Danny shook his head. "I'm sorry, what are you?"

Chico clicked his tongue in admonishment. "You need to do your research, man. I'm like you!"

"Like...me?"

"Yeah! Well, kinda. I'm an alebrije."

Danny was fairly confident in his knowledge that alebrije were supposed to be colorful. Not... beige.

Chico bit his hand. "¡Zorra! Just 'cause I'm small don't mean I ain't strong."

"That's not at all what I was thinking!" he shouted back, shaking his hand back and forth to get Chico to let go. When he finally did, he cradled his hand close, despite the wound already closing up.

Chico licked Danny's green-flaked blood from his maw, revealing the inside of his moth to be less dog-like than his outward appearance assumed. "Don't call me beige."

Danny huffed. It was no use arguing with a dog...alebrije.

"Whatever," he said, standing back up and hoisting his duffel bag over his shoulder. He needed to get going if he wanted to meet up with Dani before she left Guatemala.

Chico trotted after him. "Where'd'ya think you're goin'?"

"To meet my sister."

"Can I come?"

Danny sighed. "Can I stop you?"

"Nope!"

"Fine."

Part 8

Translation 1 - Spanish: Did you hear what the US is doing? Translation 2 - Spanish: Ugh, those guys? Can't they just shut up about themselves for once? Translation 3 - Spanish: Right? But, like, it's actually kinda scary. Translation 4 - Spanish: Really? Translation 5 - Spanish: Yeah. I heard that people are going missing on, like, a huge scale. Translation 6 - Spanish: What?! What's going on? Translation 7 - Spanish: Apparently some new law they passed was the catalyst for it. Translation 8 - Spanish: Hello, my friend! Translation 9 - Spanish: Bitch!

[stlrc]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ STOOD UP ── Y.JW

Summary ─ After what seems like hours of waiting at a restaurant for your date, who never showed, you prepare to give up. That is, until your night takes an unexpected turn when your waiter steps in to save the day.

Genres ─ fluff

Warnings ─ Non-Idol au.

Note: This is probably going to be boring, it's my first time doing this omg. Please don't be scared to give me feedback!

waiter!yjw x fem!reader

This was not how your night was supposed to go. You and your date were on good terms; everything was fine. He was the one who asked you out so why wasn't he here right now? You even went out your way and did a little extra shopping just for tonight.

All that for entirely nothing.

You looked around the restaurant in disappointment. It was a really beautiful place and it attracted quite the crowd. It smelled good as well; it would've been better if your date actually showed up.

"Hello, I'm Jungwon, and I'll be your waiter for this evening" you looked up, an uneasy feeling rising in the pit of your stomach. Do you order without him?

"oh, hello." Jungwon seemed pretty young─he looked about your age. He had a really bright smile on his face, showcasing his dimples on each cheek. His hair was well groomed and falling into his eyes a little. You wondered if he ever considered modeling.

"Are you ready to order?" oh! you started nervously gnawing at your lip, eyes fixed on the entrance of the restaurant. You didn't want to order without your date, but who knew if he was even coming? You were already here; might as well eat while you're at it, right?

"S-sure.." your hesitated, eyes still fixed on the entrance. Jungwon noticed, a look on his face you couldn't describe. "Were you expecting someone?" he asked shyly, clearly unsure if he was prying. This was so embarrassing, you thought to yourself, a feeling of discomfort easing its way onto you. "No", you started, "I wasn't expecting anyone, I'm ready to order"

Jungwon, obviously not believing you, nodded and begins taking your order.

"I'll be right out with your order" Jungwon gave you a large, friendly smile before he turns and walks away. You mutter a small "thank you" just as he walked off, then sigh. You just wanted the night to be over with. You couldn't even tell if you should be angry or sad, debating on wether you should give your date an earful or just forget him.

In the midst of your thoughts, you didn't expect your phone to ding.

You flipped it over to read the notification.

Speak of the devil.

Seojun

hey sorry for the short notice but I'm calling off the date

You scoffed and placed your phone back on the table. "Short notice" was an understatement─It had been almost 45 minutes since the arranged time. You couldn't believe he even decided to text you knowing you were already here.

Asshole

Jungwon came out with your plate moments later. The smell of the food did lighten your mood a bit. At least you could enjoy a meal while you're here.

What surprised you, though, was that Jungwon didn't leave. To your shock, he actually sat down and made himself comfortable across from you, a warm smile never leaving his face. "I figured you'd want some company," he said after a few seconds of awkward silence and staring.

Your mouth dropped slowly agape as you tried to find the right words to say. All you could muster was a short "oh." Did you look THAT lonely that a waiter felt bad for you? "I just... you know" Jungwon started, a short chuckle escaping him before he continued, "My shift ended, and you're really pretty, with no one here to tell you so, so I thought I'd do it."

You stared at him, shocked and ... amused? His face was so red, you swear he was going to turn into a tomato. You ended up smiling at him, a feeling of a newfound happiness growing inside you. "That's really sweet of you, Jungwon" you can see him let out a breath, as if he'd was holding it in this whole time.

"I was supposed to be on a date tonight, but he decided he didn't want to come, so... here I am" you told him, starting to eat your food little by little. His lips slouched a little, upset that someone had stood up someone as pretty as you.

"You are on a date tonight."

You looked up at Jungwon, his face no longer red, his eyes confirming that he has found a burst of confidence somewhere. You started to ask him what he meant before he continued, already understanding your confusion. "You're on a date with me."

Almost immediately, though, his confidence is gone and out the nearest window. He started playing with his fingers out of nervousness and embarrassment before adding, "If that's okay with you."

You couldn't help but let out a loud, genuine laugh.

"It's okay with me Jungwon" you smiled at him, pushing your plate to the middle so the two of you could share.

Your night, which had started lonely, ended up being very fulfilling thanks to your waiter, who, now you realized, was actually kind of cute.

You and Jungwon ended up staying at the restaurant to talk a bit more, even after finishing your plate of food. He even ended up paying, saying something among the lines of, "pretty girls shouldn't pay for anything."

Even after you left the restaurant, he ended up walking you home, and the conversation far from dying the whole way there.

In fact, the conversation was so good, you didn't even realize you were now standing in front of your apartment. Your joy died just a little when you realize this was it, and that you'd probably never see Jungwon again.

You thanked him for turning what seemed like a horrible date into a good one. "Let's do this again; I know way better restaurants across town." Jungwon ended up blabbering, just to immediately stammer over his words and go, "only if you want to, I really enjoyed talking to you."

You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped you before agreeing.

"I think that would be amazing, Jungwon" A smile tugging at your lips.

It was funny almost, how things worked out. Maybe Seojun wasn't worth the time, but Jungwon, with his warm-heartedness and company, definitely was.

You looked at him, feeling a little more hopeful than you did when you first walked into that restaurant.

[yvaineseleneposts]

Across the Rink

A/N: I had to write this when I saw the tiktok. It was really sweet. Also school is starting again. Soon I'll be grading my student's exams... which also means I won't be as active as I was these two weeks. I hope I can still post two times per week.

Requested: no

Pairing: Nico Hischier x Reader

Words: 3k

Warning(s): none

The third period was winding down, and the Devils were up by two. Jack Hughes skated to the bench after a shift, catching his breath, grinning like he always did when the team was rolling. The crowd at Prudential Center was electric, but something — or rather someone — in the stands pulled his eyes away from the scoreboard.

There she was. Front row, just behind the glass near the opposing bench. A girl in a beige coat, hair falling over her shoulders, looking directly at him. Not at the team. Not at the scoreboard. At Jack.

He blinked, a little unsure if he was imagining the look. But then, she raised her hand — and with a mischievous grin, started signing something with her fingers.

Numbers.

Jack’s mouth dropped slightly. Was she really—?

1… 7… 3…

She did it slowly, making sure he caught each one. His heart was pounding like he was back in juniors again.

3… 0… 8…

Jack scrambled for a water bottle without taking his eyes off her, nudging Nico beside him.

“You good?” Nico asked.

“Think I just got a girl’s number,” Jack mumbled, eyes still on the girl.

“Mid-game?” Nico said, incredulous. “What the hell?”

But Jack wasn’t joking. He repeated the number in his head like it was a play he couldn’t afford to forget. 173-308…

The buzzer sounded a few minutes later. Devils win. But Jack didn’t stick around for the usual fist bumps and celebrations. He peeled off his gear as fast as he could, towel over his head, phone already in hand.

He typed in the number. His fingers hovered over the screen.

Call.

One ring… two…

“Hello?” Her voice was soft, a little playful.

Jack grinned. “Hey. It’s the guy you gave your number to across the ice.”

A laugh on the other end. “Took you long enough.”

“I had to win the game first.”

She laughed again, and it lit something up in him.

“You wanna meet me outside Gate C?” he asked.

“I’ll be waiting.”

Jack didn’t even bother fixing his hair. He just grabbed his coat and ran.

The air outside Prudential Center was sharp, biting with late-winter cold, but Jack barely felt it. He tugged his beanie lower over his ears, scanning the small crowd by Gate C. Fans were still trickling out, some calling his name, but he was looking for her.

Then, he saw her.

Same beige coat. Same mischievous smirk. She was leaning against a pillar, arms crossed, like she wasn’t even cold.

Jack jogged over, heart thumping with more nerves than any NHL debut had ever given him.

“You actually came,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“You actually gave me your number with your fingers across the rink,” Jack shot back, laughing.

She tilted her head. “And you remembered it. Impressive.”

“I wasn’t about to forget that. You kinda hijacked my entire third period.”

“Glad to know I’m more interesting than hockey,” she teased.

Jack chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m Jack, by the way.”

“I know who you are,” she said, grinning. “But I’m (Y/N).”

Jack nodded, smiling. “Hi, (Y/N).”

A beat passed. The crowd was thinning, the air growing quieter.

“So, uh… wanna get food? There’s a place I like a few blocks down — it’s low-key.”

She hesitated, eyes glinting. “You’re not worried about being spotted?”

He shrugged. “Let ‘em see. I just wanna hang out with you.”

(Y/N)’s smile softened. “Then lead the way, Hughes.”

They walked side by side, their shoulders brushing occasionally. No media, no pressure, just two people who found each other in the chaos of a game — connected by a glance, a gesture, and a number spelled out in midair.

They ended up at a cozy, dimly lit diner a few blocks from the arena — the kind of place where nobody cared who you were unless you were late with your order.

(Y/N) slid into the booth across from Jack, glancing around. “I gotta admit, I expected you to suggest something fancier.”

Jack grinned as he shrugged off his jacket. “I get enough of ‘fancy’ when the team takes me to those sponsor dinners. This place has the best fries in Newark, I swear.”

“A bold claim,” she said, scanning the menu.

Jack leaned in slightly, elbows on the table. “So, you come to games often? Or was tonight just… fate?”

She looked up, a slow smile playing on her lips. “First game in years. My friend bailed last minute, so I figured why not? Front row seat came up on resale, I grabbed it. Didn’t expect the Jack Hughes to be the halftime entertainment.”

Jack laughed, eyes crinkling. “Is that what I am now?”

“Well, I had to do something to keep things interesting. Figured if I was gonna sit alone, I might as well shoot my shot.”

“You really did.” He paused, tone softening. “That was gutsy.”

She shrugged, then met his gaze. “You looked like someone who needed a good distraction.”

The waitress appeared with their fries, two milkshakes, and a “Is that really you?” glance that Jack politely ignored.

They talked for over an hour — about everything and nothing. She was studying design. He told her how road trips made the season feel like one long blur. She teased him for being bad at texting (he admitted it), and he got her to confess her soft spot for cheesy 2000s rom-coms.

At one point, she reached across the table, stole a fry, and said, “You’re kinda different than I expected.”

“How so?”

“Less... hockey bro. More real.”

Jack just smiled, feeling a warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with the food.

As they stepped back outside, the city buzzed quietly under the streetlights. The cold hit again, but he barely noticed.

“I should get home,” she said reluctantly.

He nodded. “Can I walk you to your car?”

She paused. “Only if you call me again.”

“I was planning to.”

They stopped beside her car. (Y/N) looked up at him, her breath visible in the cold.

“Next time,” she said, “maybe I’ll let you be the one who makes the first move.”

Jack smiled. “Next time, I won’t miss it.”

And just before she stepped inside, she leaned up and kissed him — quick, warm, just enough to leave him standing there, stunned and smiling, as she drove off into the night.

Jack didn’t wait long to call her again. In fact, he texted her the next morning — something short and simple:

“Can’t stop thinking about last night. When can I see you again?”

(Y/N) replied ten minutes later: “Depends. Are you bringing fries or charm this time?”

From there, it became a rhythm. Calls after late practices. Sneaking her into quiet corners of his world. Sunday morning coffee runs where Jack would wear a hoodie pulled low and (Y/N) would laugh at how paranoid he was about being recognized.

He liked that she didn’t care about the hockey stuff. She didn’t ask for tickets unless he offered. Didn’t post cryptic tweets with hearts after goals. She liked Jack, not the jerseys, not the headlines.

One night, after a tough loss on the road, Jack FaceTimed her from the team bus. His hair was a mess, hoodie up, eyes heavy.

“You okay?” she asked, voice soft.

“Not really,” he said. “But I wanted to see your face.”

That was the first time he said it — unspoken, but all over his expression: You matter to me.

And she stayed on the call the whole ride to the hotel.

Weeks turned into months. There were road trips, games he couldn’t walk away from, media distractions — but (Y/N) stayed. She wasn’t clingy, wasn’t caught up in the drama. She was steady. Creative. Grounded.

Jack found himself doing things he never thought he’d care about. Visiting art exhibits with her. Letting her pick the playlist on long drives. Sitting on her couch watching movies he used to mock, but now watched just to see her cry or laugh beside him.

One night in mid-spring, they were walking through Central Park, and she stopped to take a photo of the skyline.

Jack stood beside her, hands in his pockets. “You ever think about how weird it is? That one look across the rink led to all of this?”

She looked up at him, then bumped her shoulder gently into his. “Sometimes the best things start with a little risk.”

He nodded. “I’m glad you took it.”

She turned to face him fully. “So am I.”

He kissed her then, under the city lights — slow, certain, like it wasn’t the beginning anymore.

It was real now.

By the time fall rolled around, everything felt different.

Jack was back into the rhythm of a new season — fresh schedule, media hype, team expectations. But this time, he had (Y/N).

It wasn’t just dates and long phone calls anymore. She’d helped him move into a new apartment — not officially living there, but her hoodie was draped over his couch, and her toothbrush lived next to his. She was the first person he looked for after games, win or lose.

And the first person he missed when she wasn’t around.

But real life doesn’t care about timing. It just shows up.

(Y/N) got an internship offer — a big one. A top-tier design firm in Chicago. Six months, all in-person.

They sat on his balcony, the skyline glowing behind her, silence stretched between them.

“I didn’t want to bring it up tonight,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You should’ve told me earlier,” Jack replied, not angry — just stunned.

“I wanted to make sure it was real. And that I wasn’t just… running away.”

Jack shook his head. “You’re not running. This is huge, Em.”

“But it’s not in New Jersey,” she said, looking away. “And you’re not in Chicago.”

He didn’t respond right away. His chest felt tight, like a puck was lodged under his ribs.

“I don’t want to lose what we have,” she added.

Jack leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring out into the night. “I don’t either.”

A long pause.

Then: “Do we try to make it work?”

Jack turned toward her, eyes searching hers. “Is that even a question?”

She smiled faintly, tears starting to pool. “You really want long-distance?”

“I want you,” he said. “I’ll take you in any time zone.”

She laughed through a sniffle, leaning into him, her head on his shoulder.

“Six months,” she whispered.

“We’ll FaceTime every night,” he promised. “And I’ll fly out when I can. And when it’s over… you’ll come back?”

“I will,” she nodded. “If we still want the same thing.”

Jack turned to her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I already know what I want.”

And for the first time since they met, he said it out loud.

“I love you.”

(Y/N) looked at him, stunned, tears catching in her lashes. “I love you too.”

There was no big moment. No crowd. No lights. Just two people choosing each other — even when it wasn’t easy.

The first month apart was manageable.

They FaceTimed every night, just like they promised. Jack sent her flowers on her first day at the design firm. (Y/N) watched every Devils game, even from a time zone behind. He visited once, flying in during a three-day break — they wandered around the riverwalk, fingers laced, trying to pretend like nothing had changed.

But something had.

By month three, the distance wore thinner. The calls got shorter. His schedule tightened. Her hours got longer. They never stopped trying, but the effort felt heavier. Moments that once flowed now had to be scheduled.

The visits helped — brief, perfect little snapshots of what they had — but they always ended the same way: a rushed goodbye in an airport, kisses that tasted like goodbye too many times in a row.

Jack hated that part. Hated seeing her walk away, suitcase rolling behind her, while his chest felt emptier every time.

By month five, he stopped pretending.

It was a Wednesday when he showed up at her door in Chicago, unannounced.

(Y/N) opened the door in sweats, hair tied up, half-asleep.

“Jack?” she blinked, surprised. “What are you—”

“I had a day off. I didn’t want to spend it on FaceTime.”

She let him in, arms around his waist the moment the door closed. She didn’t let go for a while.

Later, they sat curled up on her couch, an old movie playing in the background, neither really watching it.

Jack ran a hand through her hair. “You ever think about how much easier this could be?”

She looked up at him, wary. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” He took a breath. “What if we didn’t have to say goodbye after two days? What if your toothbrush wasn’t just next to mine when you visit?”

Her eyes searched his face, a spark of hope mixing with disbelief. “Are you saying…?”

“I want you to move in,” Jack said, heart pounding now. “Come home. With me. To us.”

(Y/N) stared at him, stunned. “Jack… my internship still has a few weeks.”

“I’ll wait. But after that — no more airports. No more screens. Just... come home.”

She sat in silence, blinking back tears, a slow smile creeping across her face.

“Are you sure?”

He kissed her forehead. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

She buried her face into his chest, and whispered, “Okay.”

Two Months Later

Her boxes were stacked in the entryway of Jack’s apartment.

Her coat hung next to his. Her laugh echoed through his kitchen. Her art was on the wall — next to his framed jerseys.

And as Jack stood in the doorway watching her dance around unpacking — hair messy, music on, socks slipping across the floor — he realized it wasn’t just about being in the same place.

It was about building something together.

Not a story that started across the rink, but a life that went far beyond it.

[queen-of-diamonds-xo]

Shackled To You

Eddie Muson x Reader

Part 2 to ‘Broken Nails and Broken Promises’

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Prologue:

Eddie Muson was a pain in Jim Hoppers ass, but when the boy comes to him broken and desperate to fix your relationship; the older man literally has no choice but to help.

Warnings:

angst, hurt, comfort, slight reader x Steve, Father figure Hopper, mentions of drunks and alcohol, mentions of violence

Word count: 2.9k

A/N: Here we go y’all, part 2. I hope you enjoy!

Please send me some requests! I need inspiration I’ll write for pretty much any character as long as I know enough about them ☺️🥹

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Eddie lays uncomfortably on Jim Hopper's couch. Lumps and bumps wreaking havoc on his body, the smell of old beer and sweat invading his senses. His left arm lay above him, cold metal of Hoppers cuffs biting at the skin of his wrist, the other side securing Eddie into this position.

Jim had cuffed Eddie to his couch, haphazardly tossing the boy a musky blanket and floppy pillow.

”Sleep.” Hop demanded of Eddie, tightening the cuff around a single wrist. A precaution just in case Edddie tried to run, tried to get to you before Hop could get a read. Hop couldn't risk that, he would never admit it out loud, but you're the best thing that ever could have come into Eddie’s life. Ever since you two have started dating, most of Eddie's nights have been spent with you. Walks through the dark and empty Main Street of Hawkins, gatherings with friends and family, late nights spent wrapped in each other's arms. These days Eddie was always with you, present and accounted for.

Yes, Hop had begun to enjoy his quiet nights now that Eddie Munson, the devil of Hawkins, was preoccupied by the angle on his shoulder. You kept him in check, something Hopper and the entire Hawkins PD couldn’t manage.

“And before you argue, you don’t have a choice.” The older man sighed as he swept his keys and wallet from the dining room table. Gesturing a point finger at the boy, tone stern and eyes serious.

“You sleep. I'll get eyes on the girl.”

Hop was expecting Eddie to throw one of his usual smart ass remarks his way. But was met with silence as the younger man stared off into space, seemingly weighing his options to his predicament. Eyes blurry with sleep and body heavy with fatigue. He was exhausted, yet sleep evaded him. Without you next to him, your soft body pressed against his, heat emanating off every curve. Your sweet scent filling his lungs, swirling his mind into a fuzzy haze. What was the point of even trying? It hadn’t even been a full day and already Eddie felt he was going mad. His every thought is consumed by you.

When Hopper returned an hour later, having spotted you downtown with Steve, arm in arm as you skipped into the video store. Eddie still hadn’t slept. Eyes wide and wild when the door is kicked open. Rusted hinges squeaking in distress as the split wood made contact with the nicotine stained walls. A large thud echoing throughout the small house.

“I thought I told you to sleep?” Hop interrogated, looking down at Eddie as he shook his head a soft, sad smile pulling at his lips. Hopper has to admit, the boy looked like crap. Dark bags had formed predominantly under Eddied eyes, Skin clammy and somehow even paler than usual. His body lay heavy on top of the worn cushions, long limbs stretched in every direction. Eddie's hands kept fiddling with his rings, fingers shaking as they rotated the cold metal around each digit, before moving to tug at the strands of unruly hair. The sting on his scalp comforted him. A grounding mechanism he had developed when he was young, the pain bringing him back to reality. Pulling him away from the floating feeling that had encompassed his weak body, it wasn’t enough. Eddie began to rub his hands over his face aggressively, as his breathing started to waver. Mumbling to himself as he pinched harshly at the soft skin of his cheeks, causing small red blemishes to form. He felt numb, the sharp sting from the nails now running down his face proved as a reminder. Even though his world had crumbled, his body working on autopilot while his brain went into damage repair mode, he was still alive, for now at least.

“Now.” Hopper began, standing tall in front of Eddie.

“I’m not going to uncuff you yet, mostly because I don’t want to. Partly because what I'm about to tell you may strike a nerve.” The man finished, watching closely for Eddies reaction. Now seated on the couch, legs curled under him. Hands placed on his lap, sunken eyes desperately searching Hoppers. The boy didn’t move, didn’t speak.

“I saw her walking down town with Harrington.” Hop had moved to throw his heavy body on the couch next to Eddie with an exaggerated huff.

Running a stressed hand through his hair in the process. Eddie scoffed, eyes rolling hard in his skull.

Harrington. Steve Harrington. King Steve.

The same King Steve who has an almost crippling crush on you. Eddie used to watch the way Steve's eyes never seemed to leave your frame whenever you were together. Raking over every curve and indent, burning holes through your clothes. Eddie has confronted Steve about it one drunken night in the park. Grabbing him by his collar and shoving Steve hard into the rough bark of a nearby tree. Tone cold and deadly. He would never tell Steve to leave you alone, that wasn’t Eddie's place. Eddie just gave Steve a -not so- gentle reminder that you were HIS. Patting Steve on the cheek with one hand, the other used to push Steve in the sharp bark of the tree, piercing his skin in the process.

Eddie seethed with rage at the picture of you and Steve, holding hands and laughing in the sun. Your hands roaming his skin, just like the rich boy had always wanted, always planned it seemed. Eddie's jaw clenched, body jerking in a fast motion to move up from the tattered old couch. Feet planting fast on the floor, Hoppers cuffs doing their job as the metal clanged from the tension. Eddie let out a short, sharp breath through his nostrils. Face flushed with rage and eyes boring holes into Jim.

“You see.” Hopper smirked, gesturing towards the boys trapped position.

“This is exactly why I didn’t uncuff you. What’s your plan here exactly? You gonna’ go jump Harrington in front of her, sweep her of her feet with your manly brutalistic ways?”

That’s exactly what Eddie was planning on doing.

Jim signed once more, a deep yawn rumbling through his chest. For the first time in hours, Eddie spoke. His voice came out in a harsh crack.

”I just need to talk to her. Maybe-” The boy faltered. Eyes burning with fresh tears and he swallowed back the hot bile rising in his throat.

“I just need her to know that I didn’t want what happened to happen. I froze like an idiot and now she hates me. She is probably living it up with King Steve.” The name rolled off Eddied tongue with a vicious snap.

Hopper signed again, looking up to the roof in a silent prayer. Why him? Why did Eddie have to drag him into the middle of this lovers quarrel? Teenage drama? Bullshit. That’s the word Hop landed on.

“What if I can get you two in the same room together?”

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Hopper's van pulled to a slow stop next to you, driver's side window lowering as he shouted your name, beaconing towards you. You scoffed at Hopper's story, Eddie had gotten drunk and climbed through the wrong bedroom window. Landing him in holding for the night.

“You tell Eddie that I hope he rots in a cell for the rest of his life.” You spat in Hopper's direction, feet spinning as you turned away. Hop swore under his breath. Fucking kids.

He opened the door before stepping out of his truck.

“Hey!” He yelled harshly. Jaw clenched and he spoke through his teeth. “Don’t you walk away from me young lady. Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

The cool metal of the cuffs on your wrist caught you by surprise, jerking in Hooper's grasp and you kicked and squirmed, demanding to know the charges. Hopper didn’t want to use force, he just wanted to go back to bed for God sake. He put you in the back of the truck as you were demanding a lawyer. Hopper wasn’t about to let your stubbornness get in the way of him and the soft mattress.

You were placed in a holding room, chair cold and sticky as you sat waiting. You seethe in anger, how is it that the entire time you and Eddie were going around you never got stopped by the cops. But, the second you call it quits he somehow gets you arrested?! It was bullshit. And, to top things off, you didn’t even know what charges were being placed on you, being met with silence whenever you demanded to know. A fact you made evidently clear as you continued to yell in your cell.

“Hey assholes! Seriously, I didn't do anything. What did Eddie say? I wasn’t with him last night. I swear, you can ask Steve!”

The door to the room swung open as Hopper walked in, unlocking your cuffs before placing a firm hand on the table in front of you.

“Now, you're not being charged with shit okay. I just need you to keep an open mind.”

You tilted your head in confusion at Hopper's words, hands rubbing absently at your wrist.

The large metal door opened one more time revealing Eddie, shoulders slumping as he kept his gaze fixated on the floor. You snapped your head in Hopper's direction, body tensing. Hop said nothing as he strolled to the door, a light whistle emanating from his lips. You watched as the older man placed a hand on Eddie's shoulder, whispered something, then turned to meet your gaze again. A grin now planted on his face.

“Okay kiddos, you two play nice. I'll be back in an hour.” The door swung close behind the man, a sharp locking sound bouncing through the walls.

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You didn’t say a word as you shoved passed Eddie, hands pulling desperately at the door handle. Fists banging harshly on the cool metal when it didn’t budge. You were pulled back to reality by a cold hand on yours. Eddie’s long nimble fingers reach out to grasp at your fingertips in a desperate attempt to touch you. You pulled your hand from his so fast, clutching it to your chest as if his touch had caused blisters to form on your skin. Eddie’s stomach twists into knots. His eyes screwing shut, his hand lowered to his side, balled into a tight fist as the boy began to shake.

You turned to face him, breath catching as you took him in. Fresh tears cascading down his face, lip quivering in worry. His body trembled in place and he breathed erratically through his nose, desperately trying not to break down right there on the spot. His hair was a mess, even more so than usual, he was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. A dark pit forming in your stomach as a small patch of his jeans shimmers in the dim lighting, the pink patch of strawberry lip gloss taunting you as the glitter clings to the fibers.

“Baby please-“ His voice came out in a cracked whisper.

You turned away from him, chest tightening at the sight of Eddie, your Eddie, completely and utterly wrecked. You pull your arms closer to your chest in a pathetic attempt to soothe yourself.

“Princess-“ He started again, hand coming up to comb through his hair. He didn’t move towards you, feet seemingly glued in place. You turned your face away from his, refusing to meet his eyes as he spoke.

“Sweet girl, please. I- I didn't want that to happen. Crissy she-“ He stopped again as a hiccup bubbled in his chest.

“She stopped me to ask about getting some pot. When I told her my price she was on me in seconds. I-I didn’t know what to do. I just froze.” He stopped again, eyes dragging from the floor to your feet. Slowly scanning their way up your legs, crinkling at your arms crossed heavily in your chest. His breath catches as he meets your gaze, fresh hot tears streaming down your face.

The sight was a punch to the gut for the boy, your beautiful eyes becoming puffy and red, tears tracking down your cheeks. Eddied hated himself, god he hated himself so much right now. Knowing that he was the cause of your pain, knowing he had hurt you, something he promised he would never do. He wanted to punch himself in the face. Scratch that, his fists clenched hard and his nails dug deep into his palms revelling slightly at the satisfying sting of the thin skin bursting under his nails. No, he wanted to beat the ever living shit out of himself, wanted to feel the pain that he was responsible for causing you.

You bring a hand to your nose as you sniffle, wiping away the hot tears streaming down your face. Shaking your head in disbelief. He was lying, you know what you saw.

“An-and, should have pushed her away, should have stopped it the minute I knew what was happening.” He sniffled, shuffling his feet and kicking at an invisible rock.

“I just couldn’t. I don’t know why. It’s like my brain shut down ya know?” He looked up at you again, arms wrapped around yourself. Heart hammering hard in his chest and he took one slow, cautious step towards you. Scared you would turn away from him again, fucking terrified you would just dissapear before his very eyes.

Your gaze landed on his heavy boots, slowly raising your eyes to meet his. Suddenly forgetting how to breathe as you are encased by his presence. His tall frame towering over you, hunched slightly to meet your gaze. His breath, sour and hot, a nose burning mix of smoke and vomit. His cheap cologne, mixing with his natural musk. He was everywhere, pulling at the strings of your heart as he spoke one last time.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. God I’m so fucking sorry.” He hiccuped again as he tried to find the right words. A cautious hand raising to graze your cheek, your body reacting to his touch as you nuzzled slightly into his hand. Eddie's lip quivered, you were so close yet so far away, you were the hammering of his heartbeat in his chest. You were the air in his lungs, the blood in his veins. You were his everything, his knees buckling slightly and a whimper pulling from his chest as you took a step towards him, closing the gap between you.

He sniffles as he brings left hand up to mirror his other. Holding your face so gently in his calloused hands. His rings cool your flushed skin as you meet his gaze, eyelashes fluttering. This was Eddie's last chance.

“I’m not here asking you to forgive me. An-and if you still want nothing to do with me after this I'll leave you alone. You won't see me again I promise. Baby girl, you are my whole world. When you showed up it's like my whole life switched to colour after being nothing but grey. You're too good for me, I know that.” He shakes his head slightly, shaking the thought from his skull.

“But I promise you this, I will spend every second of every minute of every day making it up to you. I’ll get clean, won't sell to no one anymore I-“

Eddie’s desperate rambles we’re silenced by the sweet touch of your soft lips on his. Your hands pulling him by the collar of his shirt, having heard enough, having seen enough. You touch, your sweet sweet touch. As you run your left thumb over his cheek, he breaks. A sickening crack as his knees collide with the hard concrete of the floor, buckling from the soft, sweet warmth of your touch. His body shaking as sobs wrecked through him, arms wrapping softly around your legs.

You peer down at him, hand coming up to run softly through his hair. He pulled you closed, muscles of his arms tensing, straining against the thin seams of his shirt. Your body sinks to the floor next to Eddie,your gaze pulling him in.

“Oh Eddie-.” You whispered breathily, a small sign escaping you. Arms raising to wrap around the boys shaking shoulders, pulling him to your chest as he curled into you.

No words were spoken as you allowed Eddie to pull you in, time passed slowly as Eddie's mind cleared. The sobs that once wrecked him left him tired and sore, desperate for your touch. You knew there was much more to discuss, but for now you're reveling in the feeling of Eddie, your Eddie.

And that’s how Jim Hopper found the two of you. Edward Muson, the devil of Hawkins, curled up asleep in your lap as you sat on the cold, dirty ground of the holding cell.

Soft snores and quiet whispers escaping his chapped lips as you run your fingers through his hair, a content smile on your face as Hopper opens the door.

Hopper couldn’t help the small smile tugging on his lips when he opened the door, arms crossed and eyebrows raised as you sheepishly smiled up at him as he spoke;

“Tell him when he wakes up, drinks are on me.”

End.

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[theh0lylyre]

Hair gel...?

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(vergil x f!reader, you using his hair 👀)

he cannot live a day without his iconic slicked-back look. but without hair gel, it is quite impossible to do so. yet, he finds a temporary solution for the day.

(OH MY GOD I DON't EVEN KNOW WHY I WROTE THIS)

💕 guys... take this as a thank you for my dante smut reaching a hundred notes. i am so shocked. thank you... 😭 this is very freaky i'm sorry please forgive me. also i just wrote this in 30 mins or something

"I don't have hair gel in stock anymore. I'd like to separate myself from looking like Dante."

"Uh...? Then buy some...?"

"I have a better idea. Come here, darling."

The next thing you know, is finding your bare pussy humping on his hair. Disgusting, most likely unhygienic, but your delicate and slick folds are so lubricated. You rock your hips back and forth, feeling all the pleasure flood through you. All Vergil can see is your ass, sticking out his tongue to lick your hole gently, the sensations overwhelming you.

"V-Vergil... Stop... licking me there..."

He doesn't say a word. You don't even know why you're so willing to do this. But shit, his soft, white hair feels so fucking good on your cunt. Smells good too. Fresh out of the shower. It's turning you on so bad. You can feel each hair strand rubbing your clit. Not too rough. The perfect texture. A texture that makes your eyes roll up. Having your juices on his hair for the day, just so he won't look like his dear twin brother. Ridiculous.

"Ah... 'feels so good... I think I should do this more often...." Embarrassing. Did you just say that out loud?

You cried out, feeling yourself getting closer and closer in each movement you make. You completely forget the fact that he's going to use your orgasm as temporary hair gel. God knows what's going to happen next if Dante finds out.

"Vergil... I'm gonna—"

Your words cut off, and suddenly your body jolts in loads of pleasure. Your thighs squeeze around his head, from the intensity of the orgasm. It was so much, so much compared to Vergil eating you out, or using his big ass demon cock. You've fucked him in his Devil Trigger many times, but your orgasms weren't as intense as this one. Your juices dripped down his face, hungrily licking some of it. You tasted good, faintly sweet. You can't believe that Vergil's hair did all that.

"You did so well. Thank you."

He squeezes an asscheek, making you whine and twitch a little. He stands up, collecting the juices on his face using his fingers, finally fixing his hair back to his usual slicked-back style. With shaky legs, recovering from your orgasm, he helps you stand up, trying your best to ignore the bulge in his pants. You know he wants to take you right here and now, bent over on his couch, but he really needs to head to Devil May Cry for something important. You pray that none of the hunters smell you from Vergil. Especially Dante and Nero. Ones with demon blood pumping from their hearts.

"I'll compensate you later tonight, darling." That compensation he's talking about? He might have you hump his hair again and finally, some proper sexy time.

And with that, he enters the portal and disappears like you didn't use his hair to pleasure yourself. Looking all clean and handsome, forehead exposed, thanks to you being horny as hell.

"...This idiot."

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

YOU'RE THE REASON I COME BACK

"Yes mom, I understand." You sighed out of exhaustion, your right arm feeling numb from holding the phone to your ear for so long just to listen to your mom's regular and unnecessary concerns.

"I'm just warning you, Y/n." Her voice heavy with worry that she was only able to express it through mobile phone. "There are many thugs in the streets that your shop is located in. What if someone breaks it? What if they hurt you? What am I supposed to do then?"

You bit back a groan, trying to sound as casual as you could but the irritation in your voice gave it away. You switched the phone to your left hand, letting your right arm finally rest. "Mom, I'm safe, really. You don't have to lecture me like a child. I'm aware of the events that happen around me." You respond was too familiar to sound convincing. That's what you always said whenever your mother started worrying about your safety out of nowhere. She had the habit of overthinking every recent event that happened, only to turn it on you and lecture you about it. She probably heard about the robbery that took place three streets away from your location and started to get paranoid. And yet, it was frustrating - being lectured like a child with no environmental awareness even though you were adult already, with your own job and house.

Your mom sighed in defeat, knowing there's no way she can get through you. "Right... You are. This aside, how's your shop running?" She asked curiously, still with hint of concern in her voice.

You hesitated to answer, your hand forming up a fist by your side. "Eh...Pretty well." You replied, immediately cringing at the lie but it was better than telling the truth about your mechanical shop - that it was better to be closed down soon as hardly anyone ever visited it. If your shop had costumers, it usually were kids that just happened to pass by with their bikes that were barely damaged or not even in the need of checking.

That being said, there's a costumer that visits regularly, as if it was his daily routine. His bike was somehow always in need of fixing, you'd think he's riding with death wish. The name? Hyuk Kwon. Ace of Sabbath crew that are participating in current major cycling event, League Of Streets. Since the day you heard that your regular costumer was participating in such an event, you followed his process. It wasn't surprise that he always comes back with damaged bike, considering how he rides.

Of course you didn't tell your mom about this guy. He was enigma even to you, calm on the surface but raging like a storm on the inside, and he had his way around your shop, his presence felt more rather it was seen. You'd be staring out of the window or scrolling through your phone when you'd feel chills running down your spine and there he was, staring down at you with his casual calm expression. He was like a ghost, poltergeist that kept haunting you even if he wasn't seen to be around you.

Suddenly the door of your shop opened, the guy you were just thinking about walked in with his bike rolling beside him. Speak of the devil. You thought. "Mom, I'll call you later." You hanged up, not waiting for a response. The familiar Cinelli Mash Bolt 1.0 catched your attention, the crack of its frame capturing your focus. "...How did you even achieve that?"

Hyuk scratched back of his head, glancing at his own bike. "Well..." His already low volume trailed in even quieter one. "Let's say, I crashed."

You exhaled. How typical of him. "And send someone to hospital...again?" You stated while walking towards the bike. Your heart ached seeing the state of its frame. This bastard really doesn't know how to take care of his bike, does he?! Even you formed more emotional connection to his bike than he, himself, due to how often you had to fix it.

"No, not today." Hyuk replied, his eyes looking around your shop. It definitely wasn't cleanest but it was the most reliable one he could find in this country. The air was thick with the scent of motor oil and gasoline--a heavy, industrial smell that clung to Hyuk like a second skin. Workbenches were cluttered with metal parts, wrenches and half-dismissed machines. Rusted steel shelves lined the walls, holding parts of engines and tires. He was as familiar with this shop as he was with his own gear.

"Oh, that's a surprise." You retorted. Securing his bike in your grasp, you placed it on the table, where all your tools were scattered around. Your gaze lingered on the slick cracks on his bike's frames - it wasn't anything you could fix in few hours. You shifted your attention to the guy, who has comfortably settled down on your chair. "It'll take time..."

"How long?" Hyuk questioned, slouched in the chair with legs spread wide.

"Around two days. I have to find perfect frame for this little guy." You replied, patting his bike gently.

Hyuk shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "But I don't want to change the frame." He stammered. He has had this frame for years and was most acquainted with. It wasn't just any frame for him...

You snapped your neck to look at him,eyes narrowing as frustration bubbled up. With a sharp exhale, you answered, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Yeah, because broken frame is exactly what you need for peak performance." Bitter smile stretched on your lips, edges curling up in mix of disbelief and frustration as he remained blissfully ignorant of the damage of his bike. The contrast between his calm demeanor and your obvious annoyance only made your smile feel colder.

He huffed, eyebrows furrowing at you as if you were the one shocking him. "That's why I brought it here. Just fix it." He said, his voice thick with hint of superiority, as if he was explaining something that should have been painfully clear to you.

Tired sigh escaped from your lips. There was no point in arguing with him. "Listen, I'm not professional enough to fix a frame this badly damaged. I can only change it into new one." You explained it to him. Hyuk probably was used to professionals handling the issues with his bike, that was blatantly obvious from his first visit, so you had no idea why he was even coming back to your shop. You weren't professional and you lacked experience, especially with bikes. You were much more used to fixing skateboards. "So, it'll be better if you'll take your bike to professional mechanic than me." You added, your eyes glued on the frame, bitter emotion gnawing at your heart.

Hyuk silently observed you, his eyes scanning your expression and, though you didn't notice, his gaze softened. Soft sigh came out from his lips. "...Fine."

With sense of shame, you grabbed the bike tightly and were about to hoist the bike up to put it down on the floor when he stopped you. "What are you doing?" He raised an eyebrow at you, looking at you as if you had two heads.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, settling the bike back down. "Putting your bike down so you'll take it to professional?" But Hyuk shook his head, confusing you even more. "No, I meant...You can change the frame." He said quietly, his voice carrying the soft tone.

Your fingers loosened on the bike before completely letting go. For reasons you couldn't explain, warm feeling spreaded through you. "Are you sure? You seem to like this frame." You asked him, trying to push away the thoughts that maybe he was purposely staying at your shop. But you quickly brushed it off as overthinking.

"I'm sure." Hyuk answered sincerely, there was something about his calmness that seemed to wrap around you like a warm embrace, his gaze never wavering from you, the intensity making the air feel charged, yet comforting. He watched how you started removing the wheels of his bike, each of your movement making him focus harder on you. There was gentle curiousity in his eyes, despite the amount of times he has been to mechanics and watched them fix his bike, it was different from you. Like how you'd start talking to yourself while analyzing the condition his bike was in and telling yourself what you needed to do, or how attractive you looked when focusing on your job. He felt like a creep whenever he'd find himself observing every single of your movement, every single curve of your body or even the rhythm of your breath, but he couldn't help it. He'd always find himself adrift in the quiet allure of your presence, lost in the sight of you as if time itself paused just so he could linger in your presence. Yet, no matter how much Chronos would slow down the time, it was never enough---because you were like a masterpiece, one he could gaze at endlessly. No matter how many skilled hands has touched his bike - fixing it and tuning it to perfection for good performance - it was you who he always came back to, who he always would come back to.

[stygiusfic]

early morning writing hack (real) (it's been working for about a month now):

think about the scene you're going to work on that morning not when you sit down to write, but the previous evening. this is daydreaming but with purpose. think about what might happen and how the characters feel about it. get excited. don't write a single word.

go about your evening normally, doing whatever else you do. your subconscious is a slow cooker and while you do other stuff, it's working on your idea for you.

get up early, like an hour before you'd need to start your day if you were cutting it close. everyone else in the world is snoozing their alarm, so no one can bother you rn. you're free! no one can judge your writing, not even you!

(optional i guess but it really helps me) unless the first few words of your scene are already clear in your mind, warm up. I've abandoned the idea of warm-up drabbles or whatever the hell people recommend. instead, I pull up a story by someone whose writing I love, and I type out a fragment of it in a blank doc, reading the words out loud as I go. this wakes up my writing brain as I become aware of how their prose and dialogue work their magic, when and where they reveal new information, how each detail leads to the next. I'd advise doing this with work that is of high quality and purposeful, so you can learn their tricks, but I'm not the boss of you.

write!!!!!!!

don't stop to judge if it's good or not!! it's too early for that shit!! if the draft sucks you can fix it later but you need the draft done first!!

do stop once yesterday evening's daydreaming prep has run out and you're out of steam. (sometimes the momentum can reveal the next part of the story you hadn't actively considered yet, but don't depend on it.) if you hit a wall where you have no idea how to continue, or it's still too vague to put words down, trying to push through will only bring frustration. and even if you do manage to write a bit more, the chances you'll end up scrapping it later because it doesn't fit are significant. just call it there, you're done.

take a minute to appreciate what you accomplished. you now have words you didn't have yesterday. you won the day, and meanwhile everyone else is still asleep, the absolute losers

if you use a word tracker, go ahead and input your word count for the day. maybe you got a lot done, or maybe you didn't; it's a victory either way. on mornings when I've been struggling, writing and then erasing and writing again, if I'm too pissed off to check the word count I just put down a symbolic number, like 50 words. it may not look like much, but when I look at the month's stats it feels good to have proof that I showed up and did the thing even when it was hard.

now you can start your day. and frankly at this point I don't give a shit how annoying my day is, because I already did the thing I care about getting done, so I'm not going through work resenting every task for stealing brain juice I could've used for writing in the evening. "I'll write when I'm done with work" is the ADHD hubris devil speaking.

and now it's the evening and you're free to daydream again!! and use absolutely zero brain power!! wheee!!

[jayhyunglover]

what I've learned from Caleb's story branch

First of all , my man is not a villain . He's a pawn in Ever's sinister chess game

Second, he's doing all that, probably for MC's sake and this is probably why he's so overprotective of her

Ever is clearly after the Aether in her heart for an experiment and Caleb is trying hard to protect her , even if it means making a pact with the devil and become tainted himself. He will lock her up if necessary if it means keeping her safe.

I know people will probably call his behavior toxic but we don't know what he's been through, what he has seen so he wants to shield her from the world even if it costs her freedom.

I love that Viper guy .

Fuck the professor and Ever for what they did to My little angel Mia and her brother.

I am actually in love with Caleb even if he's a purple flag

Caleb and Rafayel are more similar than you think (I'll make a whole post about this later)

I think Ever plan is probably to revive that almost dead man they showed us at the end . That's why they need the fountain of Atei and wanted to buy that island from Rafayel's main story branch .

Caleb is the type to stand up for us and beat the shit outta our bullies .

Caleb is husband material

I can fix him obviously

Ever plan has more thing to do than simply manipulating or steal Aether core

Caleb looks so freaking hot with his uniform and those glasses.

This professor Lucius is probably the real villain.

Cale probably went under experiment twice. first when he was a kid and second after his pseudo death.

Remenber in Sylus's main story branch there were people trying to overthrow him . I think those people collaborated with Ever and that viper guy.

That's all for now but I'll add more after binging his other cards

[gallifreyanhotfive]

What Stories Are About the Academy Era? A Guide

@zombies-sold-cheap

Context:

Stories set in the Academy Era/Otherwise Early Days are sparse to say the least (even Divided Loyalties only shows you the Academy through a dream), but you can actually piece together a pretty decent chunk of the Doctor’s early life (while it still remaining very mysterious) using the Expanded Universe. I've done a lot of infodumping in my time, so I'll do my best here by typing up my personal reference guide to this era. Anyway:

Theta Sigma and his friends would attempt to climb Mount Cadon. At the peak, you could apparently see all of time, but they never got to the top because of hallucinogenic snow. While attempting such a climb, Vansell broke his leg, and Theta Sigma fixed it with a time bubble he made from a sonic wrench and some twine. (Audio: Devil in the Mist)

Theta Sigma and Koschei traveled into the past of Gallifrey in search of Valdemar. Theta was horrified by the power that Valdemar represented, but Koschei was intrigued. (Novel: Tomb of Valdemar)

Theta Sigma time-locked his dorm room so thoroughly that even centuries after he graduated they hadn't managed to undo it. (Audio: Time in Office)

Theta Sigma also once used the food machine to get mercury for his own science projects and in doing so almost caused his professor to regenerate. (Audio: Time in Office)

At some point, Theta Sigma and Koschei traveled to the planet Machasma and used sonic agitation to get them out of trouble. (Audio: Darkness and Light)

Theta Sigma, Koschei, and three others were part of a band called the Gallifrey Academy Hot Five (see: my username). Theta Sigma played the perigosto sticks, and Koschei played the drums. (Novel: Deadly Reunion)

Millennia came from a wealthy family and was gifted in temporal engineering. She and Rallon had a "thing" for each other (wink wink) (Novel: Divided Loyalties)

Theta Sigma once made High Tutor Albrecht regenerate in an incident involving a perigosto stick and a temporal feedback loop. He was reprimanded by Borusa for this. (Novel: The Time Lord Letters)

Koschei was obsessed with the Necronomicon. (Short story: The Nameless City)

Runcible was the hall monitor at the Academy and regularly got into conflicts with the Deca because it was his job to make sure students were in bed after dark. They have mutual hatred of each other. (Novel: Divided Loyalties)

Indeed, the Master would one day stab him in the back and kill him. (Television: The Deadly Assassin)

Drax built a skimmer and would sometimes use it to take Jelpax home because they lived close to each other. (Novel: Divided Loyalties)

Theta Sigma attended Ushas's 94th birthday party. (Novel: The Death of Art)

Theta Sigma engineered a dangerous bacteria that rendered all multicellular life that came in contact with it comatose. This was a huge scandal on Gallifrey, and the Academy thoroughly hushed it up and had all samples destroyed. However, Ushas kept a sample and would one day use it in a scheme as the Rani. (Audio: Planet of the Rani)

Koschei taught Theta Sigma hypnosis. He'd also hypnotize others a lot because he thought it was amusing. (Novel: The Dark Path)

Mortimus once asked Ushas out but was so thoroughly rejected that he thought she wasn't interested in dating at all. Unbeknownst to him, Ushas later had a relationship with Magnus. (Novel: Divided Loyalties)

Theta Sigma and Koschei were bullied by Torvic. Theta was eventually forced to kill Torvic to save Koschei's life, but when Death came to offer Theta to be their disciple, he had Koschei take his place. He forgot about this deal and lived for centuries under the impression that their places had been swapped and that it had been Koschei to kill Torvic. (Audio: Master)

Despite this, he apparently drew pictures of Torvic in his diary. (Short story: The Three Paths)

Theta Sigma was also bullied by Anzor at the Academy. Anzor would use a galvanizer to make Theta do his navigational homework. He also turned another student named Cheevah into a crystal and threw him off a bell tower. (Audio/Novel: Mission to Magnus)

Koschei was in charge of organizing the end of term parties, but the Eighth Doctor recalled that they weren’t good. (Comic: The Glorious Dead)

Theta Sigma and Koschei would sneak out of the Capitol and go drinking with the Shobogans. (Novel: The Eight Doctors)

Theta Sigma was given an avatroid named Badger as a young child to act as his friend, protector, and tutor. He apparently gives bone crushing hugs. (Novel: Lungbarrow)

Theta Sigma did not have a good relationship with most of the House of Lungbarrow. Indeed, his first memory is of Satthralope smacking him so hard he could not walk afterwards. (Audio/Novel: Cold Fusion)

Satthralope would also let the drudges attack Theta if he refused to come to dinner. Drudges are basically servants of the Houses, about two and a half meters tall, and strong enough to hold a fully grown Time Lord in one arm. (Novel: Lungbarrow)

One time, those at the House of Lungbarrow wanted Theta Sigma to return home for Otherstide and even sent Badger to collect him. Theta refused, so they contacted his professor Delox, who proceeded to expel him from her classroom after chastising him on his family in front of the entire class. After this, Theta appeared to exhibit many of the signs I associate with a nervous breakdown. Distressed, Theta came up with an idea that would prove he wasn't what they all said he was - he would go after the Toymaker. (Novel: Divided Loyalties)

Millennia and Rallon were the only two to join him on this trip, the rest of the Deca thinking them mad. They stole a Type 18 TARDIS, and after making it to the Toyroom, Rallon's body was basically immediately taken over by the Toymaker. The Toymaker had Theta play a game of Capture the Flag. He turned Millennia into one of his dolls, and Theta returned to Gallifrey, the only survivor. (Novel: Divided Loyalties)

Because of these events, Theta was put on trial. The only two to attend this trial to support Theta were Jelpax and Magnus. Vansell showed up but only to reveal that he had been working with the CIA, having been tasked with watching Theta. Koschei and Ushas had been off working on a research project at the time. (Novel: Divided Loyalties)

While Theta, Rallon, and Millennia were gone, Mortimus ran away from Gallifrey, which made many think he had gone with them, and eventually also ended up in the Toyroom. (Novel: Divided Loyalties) Other accounts suggest Mortimus left Gallifrey later, so perhaps he returned after this trip.

Theta Sigma was on the same zero-grav hyperball team as Padrac, who he called "Paddy." (Audio: The Eleven)

Theta and Koschei's "kindergarten spat" apparently almost destroyed the planet. During this time, Theta used to call Koschei "Scabby Knees." (Audio: Blood of the Time Lords)

Theta Sigma had no friends in his very early life. Instead of creating imaginary friends, he had an imaginary enemy called Mandrake. Mandrake was actually a dead lizard he pinned to an engine part that Theta would defeat using a stick. (Audio: The Widow's Assassin)

There was a Hermit who lived behind the House of Lungbarrow on the mountain. Theta Sigma once went to him, depressed and full of despair, and the Hermit showed him hope in yellow flowers. (Television: The Time Monster)

Shimmerlings live in the time vortex, but after a storm, they were stranded on Gallifrey and dying. A very young Theta Sigma saw the Hermit throwing them into the Untempered Schism to save them. Theta asked him what was the point because he wouldn't be able to save them all before they died, and the Hermit taught him the value in saving who he could, despite not being able to save everyone. (Audio: Crossed Lines)

Theta Sigma was the Time Tot Hide And Seek Champion for 42 years in a row, which apparently drove Ushas nuts. (Comic: Weapons of Past Destruction)

When Maris - a retired CIA agent - was hired to find out where Theta Sigma, now probably the Doctor, had run off to in the TARDIS, Ushas and Koschei kidnapped her, interrogated her in an attempt to find where the Doctor had gone, and eventually almost killed her when she knew nothing (she was extracted from the situation before she could be murdered). (Short story: Celestial Intervention - A Gallifreyan Noir)

After graduating, Magnus rose quickly in Time Lord society, which Borusa felt threatened by. Borusa had the CIA manufacture evidence implicating Magnus in treason, leading to him fleeing Gallifrey and becoming a renegade. (Novel: Timewyrm: Exodus)

Koschei befriended a professor at the Academy named Salyavin because he wanted access to the restricted libraries. He wanted to find The Worshipful and Ancient Law of Gallifrey, an act which was illegal. Salyavin took the blame for this, was sent to Shada, and stole the book (since he was condemned anyway, he might as well). (Short story: The Legacy of Gallifrey)

Theta Sigma and Ruath, another student at the Academy who was obsessed with vampires, once electrified Borusa's perigosto stick. (Novel: Goth Opera)

After the Academy, Koschei attended a ritual with Theta Sigma and Susan, then likely called Arkytior, in Arcadia. Here, he gave her a toy, which was actually a communication node that he planned to use to find Theta and her if they ever left Gallifrey. (Audio: The Toy)

According to one account, Koschei led students at the Academy in a coup against Lord President Pundat the Third and tried to convince Theta Sigma to join. Pundat died of stress soon after the revolt and was replaced with Chancellor Slann. There was a second coup, but they were overheard by the authorities trying to yet again convince Theta to help. After each coup, there were bloody reprisals against the students, but Theta, who was not involved, had his memory wiped. Koschei assassinated Slann, but the students weren't ready for another go. He ended up fleeing Gallifrey. (Short story: Birth of a Renegade) There are, however, many other accounts of him fleeing Gallifrey.

Koschei and a "friend" were locked in a bathroom of a bar in the Tower by the Time Lords after a prank gone wrong. The two fought, and the friend left Koschei behind in the Tower, where he remained locked in for centuries. (Short story: Rebel Rebel)

Theta called Vansell "Nosebung" and continued to do so for centuries. (Audio: Neverland)

Theta Sigma came in fourth place in the Time Lord Academy Sprint Championship. (Comic: Space in Dimension Relative in Time)

Theta Sigma fed a snapping wart fowl to Valyes's summer project, and Valyes still holds a grudge over this. (Audio: The Next Life)

Flubbles are koala-like animals with six legs. Theta Sigma used to keep one under his bed at the Academy as an illegal pet. He almost got caught when she went into heat and started performing her mating call. (Novel: Island of Death)

Theta Sigma used to chase tafelshrews - a species almost like rodents - through the snow of Mount Cadon. (Short story: The Three Paths)

By some accounts, Theta Sigma was loomed, and by some, he had parents. In a version where he had parents, his father and Mr. Saldaamir were once working in the House and were therefore ignoring Theta. Because of this, Theta, at this point a small child, caught a cobblemouse and set it loose in the House, interrupting their plans. (Novel: Unnatural History)

A cousin of Theta's - Glospin - used to bully him quite a lot. He once claimed to find evidence in the Loom pointing to the fact that Theta did not belong in the House of Lungbarrow. If this was believed, Theta Sigma would have been executed. This caused the two to have a physical altercation. (Novel: Lungbarrow)

During this fight, Glospin got a genetic sample from Theta, allowing him to force a regeneration into a Theta lookalike. Then, Glospin murdered Quences, the Kithriarch of the House of Lungbarrow (basically the head of the family), before regenerating again, thus framing Theta for the murder. This was because Glospin wanted to become the next Kithriarch instead of Theta, but because of this, the House of Lungbarrow buried themself (the Houses are sentient, did I mention that?) for centuries. (Novel: Lungbarrow)

Despite doting on Theta (and Theta generally being his favorite), Quences had been convinced by Satthralope to disown him when he announced he didn't want to be a Lord Cardinal. (Novel: Lungbarrow)

Some of Theta's cousins include Quences, Satthralope, Glospin, Innocet, Arkhew, Owis, Salpash, Luton, Rynde, Jobiska, Maljamin, Farg, Celesia, Chovor, DeRoosifa, and Almund. (Novel: Lungbarrow)

Grandfather Paradox was also of the House of Lungbarrow from the same generation as Theta, but of course, he never actually existed. (Novel: Christmas on a Rational Planet)

Pandad VII issued a Burn Edict on Braxiatel, but Braxiatel killed his would be assassin. As punishment, Braxiatel was forced to take up the mantle of Lord Burner for some time, the personal assassin for Lord President Pandad VII. He was ordered to erase an old man and his granddaughter (wink wink) who were fleeing Gallifrey from history but refused to do so and let them go free. That very same day, Pandad died when a power relay that was in his office overloaded, but an inquiry led by Braxiatel found that this was an accident. Just an accident. Nothing shady going on here. (Audio: Disassembled)

Magnus tried to drain the Artron energy from a giant sphere from the time vortex. Theta Sigma opposed him and used the gun of a member of the Chancellery Guard to stop him from draining the energy because he had learned that the energy was alive. This set the energy free. Magnus never forgave him for this, and their friendship ended. (Comic: Flashback)

Theta Sigma had a great aunt lived in a house high in the mountains. She would sing him lullabies. The Eighth Doctor said she was "terrible." (Audio: Together in Eclectic Dreams)

Anyhow, I'm spent, so I'll post this now. Might add on some more later lmaoooo

Don't forget to check out the next part in the reblogs!

[demonking-propaganda]

13 spoiler-free reasons why you should read Mairimashita! Iruma-kun

...if you haven't done so already 👀 (With "spoiler-free" I mean I'm not describing plot points or characters, but under the cut I'll discuss the overarching themes, so be warned if that's too much for you. The first 7 reasons may be enough lol)

It's both funny AND wholesome. I literally can't read it without laughing out loud, and there are a bunch of chapters that make me cry every time I read them.

It's clever! The Japanese version contains several puns based on the kanji "魔" (read "ma", = devil, demon), starting from the title, but it's a recurring pun. The English translation adapts them pretty well. Plus, there are some of the best plot twists in recorded history (IMO). And the names and characteristics of most characters are based on real-life demonology.

It's queer AF. Like, really gay. There are explicitly homoromantic relationships and several nonbinary and gender non-conforming characters. One of these is the best unashamedly nonbinary character ever written. Plus, the manga premise can be seen as an allegory of hiding in the closet. The only thing that made me uncomfortable because of cisnormativity (boys in drag as a joke) is completely fixed in later chapters, and very well so.

It's feminist, without being preachy or paternalistic. Simply put, the women/girls are three-dimensional, complex characters, as the norm should be. And there are lots of them, without it being a harem (...the harem trope is actually used as a joke).

It's spooky and adorable, imagine Halloween vibes all year round. Both main and background characters are super diverse, and if you like monsters there is stuff for you.

Most characters are neurodivergent-coded. It's basically the autistic/ADHD manga.

The art is phenomenal. It's especially good to see the improvement of the art style over the years (the first chapter was published in 2017 and the manga is ongoing). Some panels are really breathtaking.

8. The story is about personal growth - like most shounen manga, fair enough. But the protagonist, Iruma, is so far from toxic masculinity I dare say he's the antidote to it.

9. It's also about found family, the discovery of unconditional love, and trust, and healing from familial trauma.

10. It's about finding a group of friends you belong to, and transforming your weirdness into a strength, identifying and cultivating what you're good at instead of fitting into a mold.

11. It's about the beauty of learning in your own way, and the importance of education and the shaping of future generations.

12. And the reason why I opened this blog: it's about fascism and fighting against it. I mean real fascism, as in "a powerful individual/group wants society to be hierarchical and oppress certain minorities, elevating a specific subset of the population based on intrinsic characteristics which are being misleadingly treated as merits". Ethno-nationalistic stuff. More specifically, it's about being a somewhat politically illiterate person, who learns about systems of oppression beyond personal injustices. It's about questioning what is the best way to arrange society.

13. Most importantly, this manga gives you hope about the future, something I find harder and harder to have. Hopelessness is dangerous - as people without hope stop fighting. This manga makes me actively feel better. Since it's ongoing I can't ensure it will always remain that way, but I've come to trust the author enough that I expect it to.

[dentesal]

DMC4 Devil Trigger Models (for blender)

Other models: DMC3

Additional Info:

file type: .blend

weapons included

objects are named and put on collections for easier finding

no inclusion of Vergil for now (still figuring out how to implement his textures correctly)

there are some problems with Sparda's normal mapping, especially on the face, I'll to see if I can fix it later

Sparda's wing armature has a lot of bones that don't do anything(this one is on Capcom), I did a very simple weight painting for some of them but yeah, lots of useless bones

bones are not named and are not on the correct orientation, they work completely fine. I might fix them manually later (will take a lot of work :')

they is also issue of overlapping bones(ex: elbow twist and elbow above each other), click of the same bone twice to select the bone bellow

these are shared with the use of blender in mind, not for game modding

It shouldn't take this long if I wasn't having such a hard time figuring out how to implement the normal maps, I THINK they are working fine, if they are not i will promptly bash my head into a wall.

notify me if you are experience any problems