#also the fact that there was no documentation for ANYTHING before i started working here

[donedyke]

i kind of hate my job like i like helping people with their computers but sometimes i'm like can't we just shoot the computer. like with a gun

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Dolly VII

~ part 7 of the Dolly series

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff, sci-fi

synopsis: you, being a tech-savvy person, decide to get one of the new sex dolls on the market. with your skills and brains you manage to unlock the doll's secret and make a perfect plan on how to discover the secrets of the doll's maker too.

wc: 8.2k

warnings: oral (f and m), somnophilia, unprotected sex, creampies

a/n: i've never been to an observatory so idk how things go there and i couldn't find a detailed description of the experience so i just winged it, don't come at me if you've been to one

~ divider by @bunnysrph

"Fuck yes!" you laughed, lifting your fist up in the air triumphantly. You were so early.

Following the latest technology advancements and even working on some of your own led you down into a deep dive and you had heard rumors here and there about something completely new and different coming out soon. And now they were finally here for the public to enjoy.

Sex dolls.

But no, they weren't regular dolls that were made of plastic. The site claimed that they were made out of newly discovered materials that made them feel human, made them able to heat up, get hard, cum. In your years of being a programmer and hacker you have never heard of such a thing.

You scrolled through the entire site, of course they were made by BIMT. They were known for their discoveries in robotics and artificial intelligence. But they were also shady. Their founder, Helena died mysteriously and any ex employee kept their mouth shut when asked about their job. You saw the interviews and read articles before. You saw the glint of fear in those people's eyes, like they were threatened to be silent with death.

You already tried looking into it before, you were always a curious cat and you always did your research, sometimes even illegally but hey, what has to be done...

BIMT hid their tracks very well, even their official site was impenetrable no matter how many times you tried hacking into it. There was no revealing documents, pictures or interviews anywhere, not even on the deep dark web. You couldn't even find anything about it after hacking into social media accounts of ex workers. It made you even more intrigued. You always loved a good challenge.

And the dolls being made by them was just the stroke of luck you needed. Excitedly, you scrolled through each dolly profile. It was so hard to decide, but one of the dolls caught your eye more than the others.

Jisung, the nerdy doll. You thought he was just like you, a smarty-pants, the person who knows the answer to almost anything, brain full of fun facts and finger ready to lift up and say 'actually!' before you start explaining to someone why their claims are wrong based on this and that.

Yes, he had to be yours.

Not even a week later, your package arrived and you were practically bouncing off of your walls and climbing up your ceiling. You ripped the paper off the box eagerly before opening it and gasping.

"Oh you are even more beautiful in person!" your hands instantly flew to the doll's body as you explored it. "Does feel human." you nodded to yourself and leaned in to inspect his face.

With eyes opened and frozen you had to admit, Jisung looked a bit creepy no matter how pretty he was made to be.

"Time to dissect." you wiggled your eyebrows and pulled Jisung up in a sitting position. "Perfect."

Your fingers brushed over the little usb opening, almost missing the paper that slipped down. You grabbed it and started reading.

Hello,

my name is Jisung and I am your nerdy doll.

I love music, singing, dancing, rapping, watching anime and reading comics. Maybe I have too many hobbies? But I am happy to share them with you!

Please take good care of me, sometimes I feel down and alone and will need your comfort and presence.

Hope you will love me as much as I love you.

"Versatile little guy, aren't you?" you smirked, playing with his hair a little. "I think you and I will get along perfectly."

You scooped your dolly up and brought him to your room, placing him down on your bed before going back to grab the manual. You skimmed over it, nodding every now and then in surprise. This really was some kind of never before seen technology. You wondered how BIMT managed to produce the dolls and what else they made that no one knew about.

Being a programmer, you knew stuff like this was the result of trial and error. You kept thinking about how they actually got to here and what they had to do to make something as advanced as the doll on your bed.

"Let's see what you got, pretty boy." you smirked as you stood in front of Jisung. You gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing maybe the most lean waist you've ever seen.

"Wow." you gasped. "Yeah, you're not real." you chuckled, placing your hand on his chest. Your fingers twitched against him, he felt real, like a real human being. And he was warming up under your touch.

Your hand slid down, touching his chest, his nipples that seemed to become more pebbled the more you ran your fingertips over them.

"Look at that." you giggled before sliding your hand down until you got to his jeans. You noticed a small piece of paper sticking from the pocket.

"What's this?" you pulled it out and opened it.

My baby!

I am so excited for our first date!

I might be a little shy at first though. Hopefully you will still enjoy our first night together.

"Oh, I'll enjoy." you smirked, seeing the bulge that was straining against his pants. You unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down, feeling the heat radiating off of him. Your fingers wrapped around his clothed length and you palmed him over his boxers. He twitched in your hand and you gasped.

"I'll discover your secrets, Jisung. But first let's have some fun, shall we?" you smirked, thinking how the doll should be used for what it was essentially made for. Why not have a little fun with it before you actually hack into it?

You slid his boxers down and his length slapped against his stomach, red and dripping, ready for you.

"Wow." you gasped, he was big and shaped perfectly. You couldn't wait to try him out so you stripped out of your clothes, throwing them haphazardly anywhere they landed in your room. Jisung was propped against your pillow in a half-sitting position and you crawled on the bed, hovering over his chest as you chuckled.

Why did it seem like his eyes were sparkling? Like they were trained on your pussy? Like he was actually seeing you before him?

"You want this?" you smirked, your fingers sliding on your folds then back up as you spread them before placing one finger on your clit and playing with it. Your dolly blushed at your ministrations and you gasped.

"What the fuck?" you chuckled in disbelief as you leaned over his face and tried to take a better look at him, to see if he was breathing, blinking, moving, anything. But it seemed like his heart wasn't beating at all. It's probably just a feature the dollies have, you thought to yourself as you continued touching your wet folds and playing with your clit.

"You have pretty hands, little dolly." you smirked, grabbing his wrist and bringing his hand to your breast. "Mm." you moaned as you moved against it, his skin was smooth and warm and it felt so good against yours. Your other hand was still between your legs and you slowly pushed two fingers inside your pussy, moaning at the feeling while staring at Jisung's face. The look on the doll's face was so sweet, almost innocent and you couldn't help but think if he was a real man, you'd definitely fall for him, he seemed just your type.

After a few minutes of playing with yourself, you were starting to lose patience the more you stared at Jisung, he was so alluring. You slid down to hover over his cock before grabbing the base of it and pressing the tip on your wet folds.

"Fuck." you groaned, throwing your head back. He felt so real, so perfect and you slid down slowly, taking his length in until he bottomed out inside you and you sat on him, squirming around to adjust. He filled you up like no one else and your eyes rolled back as soon as you started fucking on him.

A string of curses left your lips while you bounced up and down on him, getting his heavy cock more wet with each movement as you kept squeezing around him. You braced your hands on his defined chest and fucked him harder, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot and making you groan loudly as your eyes watered from arousal.

Your thighs started burning, legs tingling as a sheen of sweat covered your body while you kept fucking Jisung harder, noticing his face was becoming even more red.

"You enjoying, dolly?" you smirked between moans and clenched around him, forgetting that with your doll's sensitivity he could cum just from that. And that is exactly what happened, without warning he twitched and exploded inside you, making you gasp and clench even harder around him. The wetness and warmth made your eyes roll back and you followed after him, cumming around his cock and riding your high as long as you could.

"Tsk. Naughty dolly." you chuckled, pinching his cheek. "Wow, your face is warm." you added, pressing your palm against his heated skin. You leaned down and kissed his lips, they were so soft and for some reason tasted like cherries. Your lips kept pressing into his, before moving onto his cute puffy cheeks and placing more sweet kisses there.

"Hey!" a giggle escaped your lips when you felt him getting hard inside you again. "I'd love to but my thighs hurt." you pouted before sliding off of him. "My jaw is fine though." you winked at the doll before sliding down and coming closer to his cock, wet with yours and his juices. With a shrug, you pressed your tongue against him and gave him one long lick from the base to the tip, tasting yourself and again, something like cherries mixed with it.

"What are you made of? Fruit?" you let out another giggle before leaning in again and wrapping your lips around his tip. You sucked lightly, moaning and enjoying the taste and feeling of him. Your hand wrapped around what you couldn't take in your mouth as you slid as far down as you could and started moving your head up and down on Jisung's cock. Your eyes fluttered shut and you got into a rhythm, moaning and swallowing around him because he tasted so good.

It didn't take long for your dolly to explode again, this time painting your mouth with his warm cum and you swallowed every last sweet drop of him. You leaned up and kissed him again before leaving the room to take a quick shower. You didn't bother to put anything else but a short robe on when you came back to clean up your dolly too.

"Now. Let's see what you are made of."

You lifted him and put him in your chair before taking the usb cable and connecting it into the back of his neck and then into your computer. After opening the terminal and typing out a few lines of code, you were in.

"Hah!" you laughed. BIMT might've shut their ex employees up and they made sure no one could find dirt about them or hack into any site they made but they probably never thought that someone would actually hack into one of the dolls.

"What kind of code is this?" you gasped a little as you looked at lines and lines of code that your dolly was made from. It was definitely some advanced programming language but still it was readable, and to someone who did this for life it wasn't hard to understand after taking some time to look at it and read it out.

You saw that it had some type of advanced AI implemented inside it, some kind of genetic algorithm carrying the unique DNA of your Jisung dolly. It wasn't like any other genetic algorithm you worked with before and it was clear to you that this technology was far ahead of its time.

"How the fuck?" you shook your head, scrolling through the lines of code, seeing that a lot of the features the doll had were 'turned off' before getting to a line where there was a loop holding the factory reset button.

Should you do it? Reset the doll and see what happens?

You turned towards Jisung and looked at his face, your eyes searching his glassy ones. You saw there were features of the doll talking, laughing, even something about his heart beating. You suspected that he was actually 'alive'. You felt like you were in some kind of science fiction movie as your finger hovered over the left mouse button.

"Fuck it." you said and clicked it.

For a few moments, nothing happened until you noticed all the lines with features changing rapidly before your eyes. You jumped a little and looked at Jisung again. He was still for a moment before his eyes watered and then his face became red as he fought for air. He blinked a few times and then took a deep, painful breath in, his eyes became wide and his hand grabbed at his chest.

It looked like your dolly was alive after all.

Jisung looked around before his eyes landed on you and his hand flew to the usb pressed into his skin. With fearful eyes he stared at you and gasped.

"W-who are you?" he asked, backing away in the chair as you stared at him with mouth agape.

"Um, y/n. I bought you?"

"I... I was sold?" Jisung's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Why would Mother sell me?"

"Mother?"

"Why am I naked?!" he screamed suddenly, trying to cover himself up with his hands as his face became incredibly red.

"We just had sex? Or I fucked you. You're a sex doll? You don't remember anything?"

Jisung frowned again, pressing his lips together as his eyes moved left and right for a few moments before they widened.

"Yes, I remember now what happened." his cheeks were rosy again. "Can you please give me my clothes? I'm... embarrassed."

"Sure." you stood up to grab his boxers and Jisung saw a glimpse of your core as you moved around, quickly looking away as he started heating up.

"Here." you gave him his underwear and he managed to put them on while still sitting in the chair.

"Why am I hooked to your computer?" Jisung asked and you got closer to the screen and observed the code, seeing something you had never seen before in your life.

Under all the lines, new lines kept appearing as if the code was writing itself while Jisung spoke, thought or took in a breath. It was like a brain, doing all the things that would keep a human being alive and let them do all the things they do so easily.

"This is fascinating!" you kept gawking at the code.

"Please... I don't wanna be hooked to any more machines." Jisung whispered and you turned to look at him again.

"I'm sorry." you tilted your head before unhooking him from the cable and he winced, grabbing at his neck and you watched in real time as his skin grew over the opening.

"What the-" you kept chuckling in disbelief. But despite you being in shock, it was Jisung who stared at you like you were the weird one.

"You look confused. What's the last thing you remember, Jisung?" you asked and he bit on his lip, gulping as his eyes fixated on your cleavage.

"Hey, buddy!" you snapped your fingers with a chuckle. "Eyes up here." you pointed to your face and he sputtered a little.

"The last thing I remember? You-"

"No, before coming here." it was your turn to blush.

"Ugh. I remember my brothers and our Mother. She made us come to life. She loved us, she would never sell us." he quickly shook his head, getting upset. You reached out slowly and placed your hand over his and Jisung looked up at you with wide, shiny eyes.

"Do you know her name?"

"Mother? Isn't that her name?" he pouted a little, looking like a kid waiting to be praised for the right answer.

"Wait a sec." you said and googled Helena Bang, showing him a picture of her. "Is this mother?"

"Yes! Yes, that's her!" Jisung smiled and nodded.

"Jisung, I'm sorry but... but she is gone. She died a few years ago."

"W-what? What do you mean? That can't be true! She was there with us, teaching us everything and reading us books and, and-"

"Hey, hey, calm down. I didn't mean to upset you." you rolled you chair closer to Jisung's and took his hands in yours. He looked at you with tears in his eyes, sniffling as he tried to understand just what you were saying to him.

"Look, obviously something happened in between and someone wiped your memory." you tried soothing him, drawing circles with your thumbs into his skin. "But don't worry, you came to the right hands because I will help you remember everything and discover what is happening in BIMT." you nodded and Jisung exhaled.

"Okay. I trust you. You're really pretty." he said with rosy cheeks and you laughed.

"You trust me cause I'm pretty?"

"No, I trust you because... because I have a feeling I should. And you're also pretty." he looked down and you giggled, leaning in and kissing his cheek softly.

"You're pretty too." you whispered in his ear.

"T-thank you." he stuttered, playing with his fingers.

"Now tell me everything you remember. Don't leave any minor details out." you said and Jisung began talking.

"We looked different before, when we were first made. We spent a lot of time in these big tanks filled with some kind of liquid. They called them 'incubators' and they would take us out and hook us to some kind of machines. They did something to us, I couldn't see what but I could feel it. I think- I think they were adding skin and other parts...and it hurt. A lot. But after that we were transported to this big mansion and we lived there with Mother. She took care of us, she taught us everything and she read books to us and played games with us. We spent time in the garden of the house a lot. Chan, Changbin and I had a lot of fun in the house gym, but Changbin spent lots of time there. And there was a pool, I'd hang out there with Felix and Hyunjin. And Hyunjin also loved the garden a lot. Seungmin too! And the library, Seungmin would sit in the library a lot, reading all the books Mother had there! Jeongin spent a lot of time in the game room playing videogames with Seungmin and Felix. And Minho really loved cooking and taking care of the cats in the mansion. We had a wonderful time together. I remember we would grill in the backyard and I had a guitar, we all sang together. I- I don't know what happened after that." Jisung hugged himself. "All I remember is a feeling. A deep seated feeling of angst and fear. Something happened to us, we were separated. From each other and from Mother. We went to sleep. And then I woke up here."

"So, Helena did make all of you." you smirked, looking up the current CEO of the institute. "And this bastard decided to completely turn everything around and make money in such a dirty way, making himself look like a genius who made you." you shook your head in disbelief. "Do you remember him?"

Jisung shook his head with wide, innocent eyes.

"Don't worry, Jisung. I'll get to the bottom of this."

-

After a proper shower and meal, Jisung seemed to be more calm than earlier as he wandered around your apartment, brushing his fingers against your furniture and decorations.

"You don't have a garden? Or a library? A gym? A pool?" he looked at you expectantly and you let out a cackle, now dressed in your comfy pjs and ready to relax before sleep.

"That's something only rich people have. Here, I have a balcony. Come." you beckoned him with your hand and he followed. You opened the door to your balcony, taking a deep breath in, the fresh breeze of an early summer evening caressing your skin.

Jisung took in a deep breath too and cautiously placed his palms on the railing before looking down.

"Wow. It's really high up." he said and you stood next to him.

"Does it scare you?" you put your hand next to his.

"It's just a little... uncomfortable. But I like the plants you put here." Jisung smiled at the few flower and plant pots you had all around your balcony.

"Then don't look down, look up." you took his hand and pulled him to the little bench and table you had placed there. "You can see the stars from my balcony."

Jisung's eyes widened a little as he scanned the sky, a small smile twitching on his lips as you observed him.

"You seem fascinated." you said as he stayed silent.

"I've always loved the stars, felt like they held answers to any question. I begged Mother to take us to an observatory so we can look at the sky together. She always said it was too dangerous to leave the house and that it's not time yet. She said we had to wait for the right time to leave, to be independent."

"You still wanna do that?" you smiled and he looked at you, nodding quickly.

"I'll take you then."

Jisung gasped, his body jolting in excitment. "Really?!"

"Yes, I've never been to one either. I think it would be something fun to see." you said and he kept nodding the entire time, making you chuckle.

"Are you tired?" he asked when you yawned.

"Yes and I have lots to do tomorrow. I'm working on a big project for work and I also want to look more into your code." you said and Jisung shivered a little.

"You're gonna hook me up to your computer again?" he pouted.

"I'm afraid that's the only way to find out more." you chewed on your lip.

"Do you think my brothers are in danger?" he asked then, frowning in thought.

"They could be. But no one bought them yet."

"Can you?" he asked and you chuckled.

"What I had saved up I spent on you. I got nothing left. But I could call a friend. You said Chan was the first doll made, right?" you asked, standing up and Jisung nodded.

"Then I know what to do." you reached your hand to him. "But now, let's go to sleep."

Jisung took your hand and let you lead him back to your room.

"We are sleeping together?" he asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes and embarrassment painted on his cheeks.

"Of course." you smirked a little and pulled him down on the bed with you.

With his cute face and pretty eyes, Jisung managed to steal a few kisses from you before he fell asleep in your arms.

Jisung woke up when it was still dark outside, the sky still full of stars albeit a little less shiny now as the sun was supposed to rise soon. He looked at your sleeping frame, reaching his hand to gently touch your cheek, his fingertips on your skin. He played with your hair before putting it behind your ear. He's never seen someone as beautiful as you and he never felt this sort of excitement, like butterflies and fire inside him for anyone else but you.

Jisung's face flushed when he realized he was aroused by your presence and warmth. He had no idea what to do, should he wake you up or just ignore it? He squirmed in place, accidentally grazing against your bare thigh. A moan left his lips and he couldn't help himself, pressing against you again and dragging his clothed length against your soft skin. His hands gripped at your hip and his eyes closed as he whimpered quietly. The movements and sounds made you snap out of your dreams and your eyes fluttered open.

"Jisung?" you whispered and he froze.

"I'm- I'm sorry Y/n. It's just-" you chuckled, shutting him up with a sleepy kiss as your hands traveled down.

"Take what you need." you smirked after getting rid of your shorts and underwear. He gasped a little as you grabbed his wrist and led his hand between your legs.

"You feel that? For you." you smirked, eyes closed as his fingers explored your wet folds. You pushed his boxers down slowly and pulled him in closer to you, your brain foggy and turned on after sleep. Jisung slotted his hips between yours and gripped your thighs, spreading your legs more before grabbing his cock and sinking it into you. Both of you moaned, hands grabbing desperately at each other.

"Y-you make me feel like I'm burning." he buried his face in the crook of your neck and a breathless chuckle escaped your lips. Jisung whined, gripping at you as he started dragging his cock against your walls slowly, fitting perfectly inside you.

"J-Jisung... Feels so good." you whimpered, arching up into him.

"Yeah, baby?" his lips pressed into your flushed cheek as he fucked you slowly and deeply.

"Yeah, perfect." you gasped, your hands roaming on his back, up and down his smooth skin, feeling the defined muscles.

"You're perfect too. So warm." Jisung whimpered, speeding up just a little as he lifted your shirt up, exposing your breasts to him. He bit on his lip and you moaned, arching into him and encouraging him to touch you so he placed his hands on your breasts, squeezing them and playing with your nipples. Your legs wrapped around him as your hands kept roaming on his skin, his lips on your neck and chest, his body swaying into yours until you were brought to climax together.

"Wow." Jisung smiled, laying his cheek on your chest and looking up at you.

"It's much more fun when you're not just lying there." you joked, poking his cheek.

He pouted and frowned, swatting your hand away. "For me, it was fun to just watch you too."

"I'm sure it was." you giggled, wiggling out of his hold and getting up. "We got work to do."

Jisung whined but followed you to the bathroom. After a shower and breakfast you picked up your phone a called a friend. She lived a little out of town and was enthusiastic about technology in her own way. She was a little older than you and used to do research for BIMT while Helena was still alive but any time you asked her something about it, she'd shut you down, never quite giving you any straight answers. She was an intelligent woman but paranoid that people were listening in to her conversations so she moved away from everyone, changing her life into something more simpler, more close to nature.

You told her everything and heard the gasps she let out, the murmurs of disbelief.

"So, can you take Chan? I think we might have a chance of helping the dolls if you do. Since Jisung was 'sleeping' and supposed to just be used as a sex doll, then the other dolls might be struggling too. I don't think it's right. Maybe they're not completely human... but their heart is beating. They hurt, they feel. They think. They don't deserve to be mistreated." you talked as you paced around your kitchen, Jisung's head following your body as it moved left and right over and over again.

A deep exhale on the other side of the phone.

"Fine. I'll help them. I will take Chan."

Satisfied with the answer, you thanked your friend and hung up.

"Everything is going according to plan, Sungie." you smirked, grabbing his cheeks and smushing them, making his lips pop as he whined.

"You're adorable." you chuckled and kissed him as he blushed profusely, grabbing at your waist.

"Now I gotta actually work and after that I will look at your code." you said.

"What shall I do until then?" he asked and you chuckled.

"You can watch tv. Or read. I mean I'm sure you can find something interesting to do while I work."

Jisung nodded and you watched him make his way to the living room before you walked into your room and sat at your desk.

-

A few hours later, Jisung walked into your room and stared at you sheepishly, fiddling with his fingers.

"Yes?" you chuckled, turning to look at him.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Are you?" you asked back and he nodded, his cheeks rosy. "I will order some food for us."

It didn't take long for your lunch to arrive and the two of you decided to take advantage of the nice weather and eat out on the balcony.

"Y/n?" Jisung said after some time, his cheeks puffy as he ate and you chuckled at his cuteness.

"Yes?"

"Can we take a walk?"

"Oh! Of course. We can do whatever we want." you nodded with a smile.

"Really? Mother never let us leave the property around her mansion. It was too dangerous. That's what she always said." he shivered a little.

"Nothing will hurt you here, I promise." you reached for his hand and he melted.

"I trust you."

"Good, then let's get some fresh air."

Jisung was almost like a child, pointing at everything, happy to be out and about, by your side as you held his hand and took him to your favorite ice cream place, down the familiar streets of the city and to your favorite park.

By the time you got home, night was falling and he was exhausted. You didn't have the heart to hook him up to a computer again, letting him rest in your bed as you sat at your desk and researched the code you copy-pasted from him.

You were getting closer to understanding it. Maybe even close enough to make some tweaks of your own, write a few more lines that would help you understand more so you could help the dolls free themselves.

"Challenge accepted."

A few weeks later, you were able to read the code, it was not that hard for you to get there since you've been doing this for years. You made progress with Jisung, he was willing to cooperate, helping saving his brothers was the only thing on his mind. He was smart too, knowing some things you didn't and that helped you understand some of the programming too.

Somehow he knew that the usb opening reveals itself with a press of his fingerprint over the spot. That's how you managed to plug him into your computer every few days, you didn't want him to feel like that was your only goal, to pick away at his mind. You wanted him to be happy, to you he was human and you had to admit you were starting to fall in love with him more and more each day.

"Jisung, look!" you called out to him one day as you scrolled on your phone while he read some manga, both of you having a chill afternoon.

"What?" he scooted closer to you, looking down at your phone.

"All the dolls have been sold out! I mean... your brothers." you grimaced and he sighed.

"That... was fast. But we know where Chan is?"

"We do. You want to go see him?" you asked and Jisung nodded.

"I will try to convince my friend to let us visit her. She is so paranoid that she never gives her address to anyone. I bet she had Chan picked up somewhere else so she doesn't give away her info. She barely gave me her phone number!" you threw your hands up in frustration.

"Please, try it! I really want to see him!" Jisung clung to you with a hopeful expression.

"Of course." you smiled, softening when you looked into his eyes.

You leaned in and kissed him gently as you wrapped your arms around him and his wrapped around you, pulling you closer into his heated body. You deepened the kiss, your tongue playing with his, a fire burning up inside your body.

As the kiss kept getting more heated, you sat up and pressed your hands on Jisung's chest but he grabbed your wrists gently and leaned back, looking at you lust filled eyes.

"Let me." he whispered and took the lead, pushing you against the couch and leaning in to kiss your neck. You let out a moan, your head falling back as you gripped at him. His hands roamed on your body slowly, mapping you out and squeezing a few times as he kissed and nipped at your skin.

"You're so beautiful." his lips trembled against your skin as he lowered them to your cleavage.

"Jisung." you moaned, hands tangling in his hair as he squeezed your hips. He whimpered at the sound of his name sounding so sinful when it spilled from your lips. He slid the straps of your top down, staring at your breast popping out with almost a fascinated look.

You arched into him and his hands gripped your thighs, lips attaching to your skin again, kissing the swell of your breast to your nipple before swiping his tongue over it, making you tremble and tug at his hair. Jisung kept repeating his actions, alternating between licking and sucking on both your nipples, his eyes closed as he enjoyed. You ran your hands over his shoulders and back, pressing your fingertips into his defined muscles.

His fingers inched closer to your core, brushing against the warmness over your shorts. Your breath got caught in your throat and he looked up at you before sliding down on his knees between your legs.

"Let me taste you, baby." he smirked a little, pulling you closer as he hooked his arms around your thighs and leaned in to press a kiss to your core.

"Fuck, Jisung!" you moaned, hips lifting up towards him as you hooked your fingers in your shorts. You started sliding them down with your underwear and Jisung helped, pulling them off of you completely before gripping your inner thighs and spreading your legs more.

He groaned and stuck his tongue out, licking a fat stripe over your folds to your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking.

"Ah!" you jolted, gripping his hair harshly and tugging on it, making him moan into you and suck at you harder. His tongue prodded at your entrance and you whimpered, pushing his head into you and Jisung spread your pussy with his tongue, tasting you, lapping at you. Your legs were trembling and closing around his head as you neared your climax, your fingers tugging at his hair. Jisung moaned into you, fucking you with his tongue faster, eating you out like he's been craving to taste your essence his entire life. Your thighs almost crushed his head when you came, his name leaving your lips in a loud moan as your body shook.

Jisung whined loudly too, licking at you until you pushed him away, feeling overstimulated.

"Fucking hell." you exhaled and looked down at him to see him completely disheveled, his hair messy, eyes hazy and lips glistening with your release.

"Please, it hurts." he whimpered.

"What hurts, baby?" you gasped a little, leaning over him to take a better look at him. He moaned desperately, palming the prominent bulge in his sweats, it was straining against the fabric, wanting to be freed and buried inside you.

"Come here, Sungie." you helped him up and then hooked your fingers in his pants, sliding them down with his underwear. His cock slapped against his stomach heavily, dripping only for you.

You reached towards him and he gripped your wrist gently.

"Don't." he shook his head. "If you touch me, I'll cum." he said, his cheeks becoming red in embarrassment as he shut his eyes tightly and attempted to calm down just a little. You waited, looking at him endearingly, it was adorable just how desperate he was for you.

He opened his eyes suddenly and pushed you down, making you gasp in surprise and delight as he spread your legs wide, his hands running up and down your thighs for a few moments. You whined and got rid of your top and Jisung got rid of his shirt, not wanting anything to be in between you. He hovered over you, grabbing his cock and running the tip on your wet folds.

You arched your body into his, your hands coming up to touch his shoulders and arms. Jisung's eyes fluttered as he slowly pushed in, filling you up to the brim. He pressed his body against yours as you embraced him, wrapping your legs around him. After savoring the moment, Jisung's hands gripped at your hips as he started moving inside you.

"Mm... Y/n, you feel so good. So perfect for me." he whimpered and you gripped at his upper back.

"You're perfect for me too, Sungie. Harder, please!" you whined, lifting up into him, trying to match his rhythm. Jisung brought his hips into yours harder as both of you gripped at each other, pressing closer and closer together like you wanted to melt into one person.

"I love you." Jisung moaned out into your ear as he clutched at your hips, enough to leave bruises. You gasped as he rutted into you desperately, the words that left his lips made you clench.

"I love you, Jisung!" you whimpered and he unravelled, exploding inside you and riding his high as he fucked his cum deeper into you, making you clench as you finished around him, your entire body burning up. There were tears in his eyes and you grabbed his face and kissed him sloppily, still trying to catch your breath and come back to your body. He pulled out of you and laid on top of you as you held each other, just enjoying the moment.

"You really love me?" Jisung looked up at you after some time. You couldn't help but giggle at his cute face.

"I love you so much." you hugged him tightly, it was more than just words, it was a promise.

-

"Hey there, friend! How's everything going with your dolly? Did you wake him up yet?" you asked, after calling your friend who ordered Chan dolly.

"Not yet. I'm scared to." your friend answered.

"Just do as I did. He'll wake up just like Jisung did. And speaking of Jisung, he really wants to see Chan."

"I- I don't know about that. What if you get followed here?" you recognized the panic in her voice. "I don't want them to find me."

"Who is 'them'?" you asked for the hundreth time, knowing she'd never answer.

"I can't say. They may be listening, may know Channie is here. I can't risk it anymore, I can't!"

"Please, just calm down! We need to help the dolls, and no one can do it but us, do you understand that? I know that you're scared but trust me, okay?" you pleaded with her.

A long exhale from the other side and rustling sounds as she moved around.

"Alright. But if something happens-"

"Nothing will happen. Well, nothing bad. I promise."

You sighed after hanging up, hoping she would just wake Chan up already so she could get information out of him too.

"So, any luck?" Jisung came into your room, a bowl of ice cream in his hands.

"Nope." you shook your head and he whined, digging into the ice cream with his spoon.

"What are we going to do now?" he asked and you rubbed his arm soothingly.

"Let it unfold. I believe she will come to her senses and do what I asked of her."

"You have lots of belief in people." Jisung noted.

"Not all people. Just ones I feel I can trust. Anyways, why are you not dressed?" you crossed your arms and looked at Jisung expectantly, with a teasing glint in your eyes.

"Dressed?"

"For the surprise I have for you." you pouted and he gasped, standing up immediately.

"That's today?! Fuck, I'll be ready in 10!"

You chuckled at him as you watched him running around clumsily and getting ready. You left him to it as you went to the bathroom to finish your makeup. Jisung walked in later, just as you were adding some last touches. His arms wrapped around you, his chin on your shoulder as his eyes found yours in the reflection of the mirror.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked and you smirked a little.

"I'm not saying." you teased and Jisung pouted.

"Okay but I won't stop bothering you about it." he poked your side and you wiggled out of his arms with a chuckle.

"Listen, we are going somewhere you've always wanted to go."

Jisung knew just what you were referring to and he decided to stop asking questions and instead he gave you a soft kiss of appreciation, excitement building up inside his body as you led him out of the apartment and to your car.

The observatory was a little out of town and the drive there was cozy, you were playing a chill summery playlist as Jisung pulled the window down and closed his eyes, enjoying the breeze, the fresh air and smells of nature around you. The night was so calm and quiet, instead of it being eerie, you felt excitement building up inside you as you neared the observatory. When you parked, you already noticed that without all the light pollution from the city, the stars were more luminous and visible.

"Wow! It's so pretty already." Jisung exclaimed when you got out of the car and you chuckled at his enthusiasm.

"It is." you looked around in wonder before walking up the path to the observatory, Jisung's hand finding yours as you entwined your fingers together. There were a few other people there and the little tour started with a short presentation and walk around the exhibition of planets and the history surrounding their discovery, along with stories and facts about other space phenomena. Jisung was gasping every now and then, practically vibrating with excitement next to you that he almost forgot how to walk a few times, tripping over his legs and blushing when you squeezed his hand and giggled at him.

You were excited too, waiting for the main course of the evening, looking through a real telescope and seeing all the planets up close, well as close as you could. Soon, you were lead to the telescopes and seeing the planets was nothing like you thought it would be. For some reason, the shapes and colors on the planets felt familiar after seeing so many high quality pictures that were taken of them. But, at the same time seeing the celestial bodies with a professional telescope made you realize that they are actually up there, that they have mass and actually exist, not just as pictures. It was a feeling you couldn't describe and Jisung was equally as if not even more mesmerized by the experience.

As the tour ended and you got back to your car Jisung couldn't stop babbling about everything you saw. You couldn't help the fond smile that spread on your face as you watched him so happy and animated.

It made your chest warm.

"Do you think someone else lives up there, with a telescope of their own watching Earth?" Jisung asked when the two of you laid in bed that night, embracing each other.

"Maybe they do. We'll never know, I guess." you said, running your fingers through his hair.

"Maybe they come visit us one day." Jisung smiled and looked up at you, his cheek pressed against your chest.

"I hope it'll be a peaceful visit." you said and Jisung agreed, his eyes fluttering shut as you soothed him with your touch.

Two weeks later, Jisung was still doodling planets the two of you looked at as you made breakfast when your phone started ringing. You grabbed it and saw it was an unknown number, contemplating if you should answer.

"Who is it?" Jisung looked up at you and you shrugged.

"I have no idea."

"Maybe it's your friend. Or Chan!" he perked up.

"Oh, you're right." you nodded and answered the call. "Hello?"

"Miss Y/n L/n?" a monotone voice sounded from the other line.

"Yes?"

"We understand you have bought Jisung, the nerdy doll. We regret to inform you that all the dolls have to be returned due to a malfunction. You will get a refund of your money, of course. Tomorrow we are coming to collect the doll." the voice spoke and you smirked at Jisung.

"Sure." you said calmly. "See you tomorrow."

The man bid goodbye and you put your phone down as Jisung looked at you expectantly.

"It's happening." you said and Jisung put his pencil down and nodded, understanding immediately.

"Time for me to write some code." you smirked and he exhaled and nodded again as he took your hand.

You had worked tirelessly on it for months, perfecting the code as you predicted that something like this would happen, you knew you had to have some type of guarantee that you can save Jisung and his brothers. After hooking him up into your computer, your fingers started gliding against the keyboard like they were dancing and Jisung watched you with tenderness in his eyes, affection and sadness washing over him. He knew you were doing this for him and his brothers and he knew he'd have to leave you, at least for a little while and he couldn't bear the thought of being away from you.

But still, he was thankful.

You typed out the code and started talking. "With this I'll be able to track you and see what's happening. And they won't be able to pull the plug and make you sleep. You'll have to act as if they did it, I don't know if it will sell when they see your code and see that it has been tampered with. But I am counting that it will buy us enough time to infiltrate the building. Enough to cause a commotion. You just have to act like you're cooperating with them and not raise any suspicions. Understood?" you looked at him seriously.

"I understand." Jisung nodded firmly.

"Good. Just trust me, okay?"

And he did, Jisung trusted you with his life.

That night, both of you cried while making love, knowing it might be your last, at least for a little while but you didn't wanna be apart even for a second. Jisung sang you to sleep like he always did and you knew just how much you were going to miss his comforting voice.

Come morning, the doorbell rang some time after breakfast and you squeezed Jisung's hand as you saw he was getting anxious.

"It's going to be okay. Just act how we practiced." you assured him, grabbing his face and kissing him lovingly. Jisung gripped at your arms, desperately holding onto you and wishing you had at least one more day together.

"Soon, you'll be free, you and your brothers and we will go to the observatory again. And wherever else we want, I promise." you talked, your forehead pressed against his.

"I love you, Y/n." he whispered.

"I love you too." you pecked his lips once more before both of you made your way to the door.

There were four men in suits looking at you with serious expressions on their faces.

"Give us the doll." one of them said and Jisung nervously stepped closer to them.

"I'm here." he said and the men just looked at him quietly for a moment before nodding.

"Get in the car." another one said and Jisung looked back at you. You exhaled and winked at him, encouraging him to do as they said.

You watched his back as he left, his shoulders tense as he tried to keep himself together. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes but you had to compose yourself for this plan to work.

"Thank you for your cooperation, miss." the man said before all of them turned and left.

You quickly ran to your room and grabbed your phone, calling your friend.

"Did they come get him?" she asked and you could hear a commotion behind her.

"Yes. I did as we planned. Is Chan ready?" you asked and she let out a chuckle.

"Oh, he is ready. You should get here as soon as possible." she said.

"Fuck yes!" you laughed, everything was going just how you needed it to for your plan to work.

"Uhm, but... Y/n?" your friend hesitated and you paused your excited pacing.

"Yes?"

"We have company." she said and you gasped.

"What company?"

"Someone who can help us a lot."

You smirked and nodded to yourself, it was time to bring BIMT down.

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Crowley is Lucifer

(Ok I know some of you don't believe this theory but I highly suggest you give this a quick read anyway. I tried to make it short and easy and I'll be going chronologically, from s1 all through s2)

- First, let's get this out of the way, Lucifer and Satan aren't neccesarilly the same person. Even in the show the devil that appeared in s1 has only ever been reffered to as Satan, not even once as Lucifer.

- In the bible Lucifer was the one to tempt Eve with the apple, and who do we know that does that in the show. Crowley is literally THE snake from Eden.

- An obvious one perhaps, but the red hair is also a giveaway

- In the bible Jesus was tempted by the devil for 30 days, in the show Crowley says "I showed him all the kingdoms of the world", so that's another role Lucifer has that Crowley had in the show

- It's well known (even mentioned in the Sandman) that Lucifer was the most beautiful of all angels, and our demon is played by no other than David Tennant

Now on to season 2 because there's a LOT to unpack here

- He litterally started the engine of the universe which was one of Lucifers roles

- He's the first to say "let there be light", which is pretty fucking huge since that is Gods line

- "I worked closely with upstairs on it" even in the first scene they're telling us Crowley is an angel of very very high rank

- He fell for asking questions, which is litterally what Lucifer fell for, for questioning God. This in and of itself should be a pretty big indicator. "I only ever asked questions"

- Shax: "a miracle of enourmous power only the mightiest of archangels can perform"

Crowley: "How do you know I didn't do it"

And Shax just... doesn't counter that. She looks even skeptical, as if it COULD be a possibility, unlike Uriel who says to Aziraphale don't excpect us to believe you did it. Shax litterally doesn't shut the option down which confirms Crowley has the power not only of an archangel but of the mightiest kind

- In the bookshop with Gabriel/Jim he says "I don't remember. It [gravity] seemed like a good idea when we were all talking about it"

- "You're welcome to come in, you might even spot an archangel" don't tell me this was Crowley just egging Shax on and not being sneaky

- The fact that he could sense the demons coming. "Somethings wrong""It's coming in waves", when Aziraphale couldn't. It could be a demon thing but we saw Sandalphon, an archangel of lower rank, in the first season mention "something smells evil" so obviously angels can sense demons too, they just have to be powerful enough. And keep in mind Sandalphon was already in the book shop for quite some time, Crowley sensed them even before they had arrived (he also sensed the hell hound who was some fucking miles away)

- The.fucking.folder. "You have to be a throne or dominion above" and this dude opens these clasified documents like it's nothing. If this isn't an indicator of his high position as an angel I don't know what is.

- He's worked with Saraqael, another very high ranking angel

- "I'm the only first order archangel in the room"... and the camera imediately pans to Crowley, and for anyone who's read the book and watched the show you know that rarely anything is coincidental

- When the Metatron says they can't lose another prince of heaven. This... this fucking line. So it's relatively well known that Gabriel and Lucifer are brothers, and if Gabriel is one of the princes of heaven I wonder who the other one could be. "Two princes of heaven". And the Metatrons words were very careful, he doesn't say lost as in heaven can't find him, he says it in the context that they won't be sending Gabriel to hell since they won't lose another prince to downstairs

- In the bookshop when no one can identify the Metatron he turns to Crowley who imediately recognises him. Now you have this dude, who's literally on top of the angel hierarchy and is responsible for running heaven and the connection to God themself, surrounded by archangels and a principality you spoke to face to face with just a few years ago and... none of them can tell who you are, the only one who does is the literal demon. That tells us that Crowley has not only seen him in this form, but has probably worked with the Metaron himself personally. "Always asking damn fool questions", 10 million angels and he remembers what this one particular angel was like 6000 years ago

- Crowley is also very reluctant to reveal his identity as an angel. Now if he were just an ordinary angel of no real significance he wouldn't have a problem revealing his name, but... if his name was one that's the literal representation of all evil in this world, then it is understandable he keeps it a secret, in fear he might scare Aziraphale away

- And I wanted to leave the best for last. So you remember in the book when Crowley has to sign his name to start Armaggedon, and Hastur tells him "no, your real name" after which he reluctantly writes it. Now in the book we never see him write anything, but in the show we see him write a sygil, something that looks very mich like an L. An L... A FUCKING L. And now I wonder how this theory didn't come up sooner.

(Also he can fucking stop time, like dafuq)

Edit:

- "Oh looky here it's Lucifer and the guys" we all thought he was talking about someone else, he's just refferencing things other angels have said about HIM. FUCK

- I keep seing people saying Crowleys memories were wiped because he couldn't remember Saraqael and Furfur. But I think people forget, demons lie. He's lying to make them think he's not that angel they worked with, that he's not Lucifer. (In season 1 we hear him a few times refferencing his life as an angel, so he does remember most of it)

- Also saying if the Raphael theory were true then as showrunners they would have mentioned him somewhere for those not that familiar with the bible (or don't read much fanfiction). The refferences for Crowleys past are so so vague that it would be too sudden and confusing if he were Raphael. But there is one name that everyone is familiar with, no matter who you are how old you are or where you're from, a name that needs no introduction.

Edit 2:

- Back to him being the most beautiful angel, I don't think it was ever quite explained how every single demon when they're in hell looks... awful, but Crowley doesn't. Beelzebub has the spores all over their face, Hastur the maggots and the sh-, Dagon the scales etc. But Crowley doesn't, not even when he's in hell, he's always just so, well, pretty.

- I saw a few people asking about how Lucifer started the rebellion and Crowley wouldn't do that. I think it's the same Crowley who wouldn't get stuck in traffic after creating the M25, or the same Crowley that wanted to call Aziraphale after bringing down the entire London network, "you told them you invented the spanish inquisition, and started the second world war""so the humans beat me to it that's not my fault", "so all this is your demonic work?""no, the humans thought it up themselves nothing to do with me"

- Also I think Satan's in charge of hell not Crowley the same way the Metatron's in charge of heaven and not Gabriel (and who can very easily demote angels if he so wishes)

Edit 3:

- like some of you pointed out Lucifer is also known/means Light-bringer. And Crowley was the first to say "let there be light."

- The file he opens with Muriel is Gabriels file, a class A archangel, so if he knows the password to that it means that either he's on the same level as Gabriel, or above him.

[beenbaanbuun]

cockwarming w/ san

words - wordcount? not round here, partner 🤠

genre - fluff, nsfw

warnings - stressed!reader, dom!san, sub!reader, subspace, guidance, soft!san (both him and his penis), cockwarming, clothed, san manspreading…

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thinking about cockwarming sannie… am i absolutely feral? definitely! ANYWAYS!!!!

you’re sitting on the floor, glasses slipping down your nose as you stare at the documents in front of you

not many of then make sense, but that could just be the tediousness of reading them setting in and slowing down your weary brain

all the words are moulding into one and entire paragraphs are jumbling together as you desperately try and focus

you so desperately want to reach for your phone and give yourself a break

but you remind yourself that you’re just looking for distractions which is really not what you need when you’re struggling to focus anyway

so you start from the top, attempting to read the paper from the beginning

and you don’t get very far when you hear the front door open and your attention once again slips away from the paper

you turn slightly, just enough to see san step into the apartment and take his shoes and coat off

the way his shoulders sink in relaxation is visible and he lets out a long, deep sigh of relief at finally being home

your papers are almost forgotten as you watch him make his way towards the armchair in the corner of the room and take a seat

in fact, as he relaxes, spreading his thighs out until there’s a perfect you-sized gap between them, the papers are the last thing on your mind

“hi, pretty,” he croons as he shuffles to get himself comfy, “good day?”

you nod, mouth going dry at the way his hand naturally falls to rest just inches from his crotch, his pretty fingers flexing a few times before settling against his thigh

his beautiful, thick thigh that is almost fully exposed by those little gym shorts he insists on wearing

you stare at it for a moment or two, noticing the way it flexes slightly against the hem

his honey skin is still slightly shiny from the residual sweat of his evening workout

just the thought of him using his pretty thigh muscles to lift himself up from a squat is enough to send your brain into a dizzy haze

“looks like you’ve been working hard,” he smiles, head dipping to gesture to the pile of forgotten papers on the table, “is that research for your thesis?”

it is, you think to yourself, not that you’d actually learned anything from reading, sorry, trying to read any of it

“yeah,” you answer him, “but it’s all so boring than i can barely even look at it without wanting to die. i’ve been at it for hours and i can’t tell you a single thing i’ve read.”

there’s a pout on your face as you mumble out your complaints; you’re adorable when you’re all moody like this

“learning isn’t linear, baby,” he chuckles, “the fact that nothing’s sticking in that little brain of yours probably my just means you need a break.”

“i’d love a break,” you admit, “but i’d also love to get through this pile of research by the time we go to bed, so…”

“so… take a break and go back to it later,” san shrugs, “not like all that paper is suddenly going to grow legs and run away, right?”

you scoff at his sarcasm and the smug look on his face, but you know he’s right; you probably should take a break…

“but i know if i take a break i won’t want to do it anymore,” you say, although the excuse sounds weak even to you

“then do it tomorrow; it’s not like it needs to be done tonight, honey,” and he’s right, so you nod, and he smiles

but the feeling of stress doesn’t go away as you pile up the sheets of paper in the centre of the coffee table

and it doesn’t go away as you save your thesis draft and close the lid to your laptop

your shoulders are still very stiff, and your head is still feeling weary from just how hard you’d been trying to focus

even when you slip your glasses off, a physical weight lifting from your face, your brain doesn’t slow down

it just doesn’t let you settle like you and san so badly want you to

he watches you fidget with your surroundings, eyes flicking to the pile of papers every so often whilst your fingers drum against the table restlessly

he sighs; clearly you’re going to need some help with this

“baby,” he says softly; you look at him and all he can see is stress written across your features, “do you want me to help you relax?”

your eyes flick over to him, still manspreading in the chair and looking the the picture of masculinity itself

you know it wouldn’t take long for him to silence your brain; not when he already has your brain feeling a little on the foggy side

you nod, mumbling out a small ‘please’ that he can barely hear

“come here then, baby,” he pats the inside of his thigh with his palm, the sound ringing around the room, “come sit with me, yeah?”

it takes a second for you to register what he’s asking you to do, but when it finally does, you feel your breath hitch in your throat

he hasn’t closed his legs for you to sit on, and the hand that rests on his thigh doesn’t shift to make space for you

why would it when there’s already a you-shaped space between his thighs?

you watch as he reaches behind him to grab the cushion from the chair, pulling it out and placing it on the floor between his feet

you cant stop the soft whimper that leaves your throat

“come on, pretty thing,” he coos, “you know it’ll help you.”

and you do know that, you really do

it’s exactly the push you know you need to take your mind off of everything, and holy fuck do you want it

so you shuffle towards him on your knees, inching closer and closer to that spot that seemed to be just made for you

he smiles at you as he watches you settle in on the cushion, the plush material taking the pressure of the cold, hard floorboards off of your delicate knees

you shuffle around a little, trying to get comfy before looking up at him, wide eyes looking into his own

and he can’t help but brush a hand across your cheek, chucking as you lean into his gentle touch

“my precious girl, aren’t you?” he whispers, running a thumb over you cheekbone, “working so hard; you’re so good, aren’t you?”

he shifts his hand until two of his fingers press against your lips

you separate them to allow his digits inside of the warm, wet cavern; he can’t help but fill with pride when he sees just how good you’re being

the tips of his fingers slide to the back of your tongue, caressing it slightly until he feels your throat constrict around them

he pulls them back slightly, instead pushing them down on the centre of your tongue to make your drool puddle up around them

“just let yourself stop thinking, okay?” he says as he plays with your tongue, “you’re too stressed, baby, and it’s not good for you.”

he caresses your wet muscle with his fingertips; you let your eyes flutter closed at the sensation

“turn your brain off for me,” his voice is soft as he talks you down into an all-too-familiar headspace, “be good for your big boy, hm? let me take care of you.”

and with the combination of your position between his legs, the fingers in your mouth, and his pretty words, you find it so incredibly easy to just… slip away

any thought of your thesis is gone and replaced with san

the worries about finishing on time, and the concerns about the reading you don’t quite understand; san

everything is just… san

you let out a small sound as you push your head down onto his hand, taking more of his fingers into your mouth

the weight of them on your tongue was nice, you decide, but not quite enough

they don’t quite hold the warmth and heaviness that your tongue is craving

it’s not quite enough to completely ground you like you know you need

“you want more?” he always has been so good at reading you; you nod around his fingers, “want your big boy’s cock in your mouth?”

you moan at the thought, desperately moving your head up and down to tell him yes

“does my precious girl want to warm her big boy up? is that it?” yes, yes, a million times yes, “want to wrap your pretty lips around me while you relax, hm?”

he chuckles when you pull off of his fingers and sit there looking at him through your lashes with a slack jaw

so pretty, he thinks when you stick your tongue out and blink up at him through those fluttery lashes of yours

pretty enough that you have him wrapped around your pinky finger

he really would do anything to make you happy, and it seems that what would make you happy right now is him in your mouth

so he wastes no time in reaching for his waistband and pushing it down his thighs to reveal his soft cock

he takes it in hand and holds it out for you, waiting patiently as you lean forwards to press a kiss to his pretty pink tip

“no teasing, baby,” he taps the blunt head against your lips, “open for me. warm me up like a good girl.”

his voice is smooth and buttery, and it makes you want to listen

you open you maw, rolling your tongue over your bottom lip and waiting for him to feed himself into your mouth

there’s a hand at the back of your head as his tip makes contact with the pink muscle

the hand pets your hair softly as it guides you onto the cock, pushing you further and further down until your mouth is stuffed almost completely full

“breathe through your nose, baby,” san instructs you as he pushes the tip of his cock to the back of your tongue, “come on, pretty girl; i know you know how.”

you don’t need the reminder, having done this plenty of times before, but you still like the guidance he gives you in that low cadence

you like his voice, and the way he tells you what to do because he knows just how much you don’t want to think right now

you close your eyes as you feel your nose brush against the smooth, sticky skin of his lower stomach

his freshly shaved pubes prickle you, but that’s the least of your concerns when your senses are just overloaded by the comfort of your boyfriend

the smell of his cologne mixed with his natural musk settles in your nostrils filling you to the brim with the familiar scent of home

and the way he sits in your mouth, hot and heavy and full makes you melt against his muscular thigh like it’s your own personal pillow

his hand on your head threads its fingers through your roots, fingernails scraping against your scalp in the most comforting way imaginable

a deep sigh leaves your mouth; one of relaxation and contentment

san hears it and feels his body ease into the chair

“good girl,” he hums, “so good for me.”

[kykyonthemoon]

Rain On The Way Home

Zayne takes you home after an argument between the two of you.

ಇ. Zayne x Reader/MC

ಇ. Tags & warnings: since there's a bit spicy at the end I shall put 16+, MDNI here, fluff, short and sweet, kiss and make up, making out, argument, hurt/comfort, established relationship, character might be a bit ooc idk.

ಇ. Word count: ~1k9

ಇ. Based on a request by YNhi.

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Your lips were pursed tightly. Hands placed on your thighs were clenched so tightly that you could feel the nails digging into your skin. You did your hardest to keep back the tears that threatened to fall, but failed. Warm drops dripped on the back of your hands, and you brushed them away as soon as you noticed a familiar figure approaching from afar.

Zayne opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. He did not glance at you or say anything. You turned entirely to face the window, observing the soft drizzle fall outside. All you wanted to do was kick the car door open, run out into the rain and scream your lungs out.

The atmosphere between the two of you had never been this stuffy. You could have left alone, but because your body was injured and your emotions were all over the place, you lacked the strength to oppose Zayne's decision. So you let him do anything he wanted. Perhaps that was best for both.

Just a second ago, you fought to reject him and ended up sitting here with bitterness in your heart, allowing him to take you home, allowing him to control you like a puppet again.

The third time you had been hospitalized in one short month, you had also reached Zayne's limit.

People at the hospital claimed that when Dr. Zayne was upset, he became quite frightening. They thought he would explode and anyone unlucky enough to get in his way would suffer. On the contrary, Zayne's rage was like a blizzard on the horizon. You might believe it would not find you, but when it did, no matter where you hid, you would never be secure. 

And that day, for the first time ever, Doctor Zayne was seen losing his usual composure.

His lengthy and fast steps resembled racing through long and busy corridors. The hospital room door opened in such a way that it was about to come off its hinges. Zayne's face solidified. Without a word, he confiscated your medical documents and commanded everyone to go, in such a frightening manner that the nurse caring for you had to shiver from the cold after leaving.

Zayne looked at the documents and then at the wound on your shoulder. It was treated in time but remained painful. The injury had left you quite weak, but after nearly a day of medical care, what distressed you the most was Zayne's attitude.

Before he could say anything, you spoke up and explained:

“It was just an incident… It wasn't like I took the initiative to accept this mission. It's just that there were no other Hunters closer to the attack area than I was…”

“That's why, despite the fact that you hadn't completely recovered and were resting, you hurried to the scene, dismissing your prior injuries. Dismissing your doctor's orders?"

One corner of the file in Zayne's hand was so tight that it became wrinkled when he let go and threw it hard on the nearby table. He turned his back on you and looked out the window. One hand on his hip, the other hand to bury his face. He acted as if he was trying his best to retain the last bit of composure. 

"I'm fine." You said. "I honestly felt no discomfort. I have been able to move properly for a week now. Staying at home constantly is boring. I needed to stretch a little so I could get back to work quickly."

Zayne slowly turned around to look at you. He was still standing in the corner of the room, and you noticed the window glass behind him starting to freeze. 

“You were bored? If you feel bored, call your friends. If you feel bored, go shopping or hang out where you like to go. You were bored so you decided to jump right into a group of Wanderers?"

“Zayne…” You grimaced. “I don't like you this way… You… are acting so strange…”

“Do you think I'd like to see you lying here? Do you think I'd like to see you being carried to the hospital?"

"I'm sorry…" You murmured. You knew it was you to blame for not listening to him and instead running to the scene of the attack. But you were conscious of your own strength and wanted to fulfill the commitment you made when you decided to become a Hunter.

"You've said sorry for the third time this month." Zayne responded. His face was rigid, yet his fists were clasped firmly. "I've heard enough."

"Oh, just quit it!" You abruptly raised your voice. "I told you I didn't like you acting this way. As a Hunter, it's normal for me to get hurt!"

Zayne opened his eyes wide. He was astonished by your response. He stayed silent so you could pour out your feelings.

“I am capable of taking care of myself! I don't like being told what to eat or drink. I don't like being told what time I must  go to bed. Or being compelled to stay at home even though I have completely recovered and ready to battle! I'm not a child for you to order around, or tell me to do this and that!”

“You're saying, I'm too controlling over you?”

“I…” You halted. It seemed that was true. Even while you knew Zayne had good intentions and genuinely cared for you, you were unable to avoid feeling as if he was in charge of every part of your life, controlling every meal and sleep. 

"Understood."

Silence permeated the hospital room for a long moment. Zayne gazed at you as if he was considering something, then he started to pack up your clothes and belongings that remained in the room.

“What are you doing?” 

Zayne responded: “I don't want to be the one who controls you. You will be discharged from the hospital and free to do as you please.”

“What do you mean by that?” Free? It sounded like he did not care about you anymore. It sounded like he was going to give you your freedom back by not getting involved in anything related to you anymore.

“I will not force you to stay here. No one can do that. In roughly ten minutes, someone will come and take you to my car. I only ask you to do this for me once more.”

Having said that, Zayne turned and left. The door closed behind his broad back and you swore you were about to cry right from that moment.

The nurse came to inform you that Dr. Zayne had directly requested your discharge from the hospital. They let you go since your situation was not too serious and they believed Zayne would care for you discreetly at home. Zayne waited for you in the parking lot. He unlocked the door for you to enter first and returned to fetch a few more medical supplies before driving you home.  

All along the way, you kept wondering if you had made a big mistake. You were exceptionally disrespectful and became frustrated with Zayne for no reason. However, he did not give in to you as he always did. Confused, you simply wanted to lie down on your pleasant mattress at home and weep loudly. However, as the car came to a halt in front of your flat, Zayne refused to let you get out.

You turned to look at him. He looked exhausted and miserable. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, then your eyes met for a moment. You were the first to break that connection.

"I'm home now. Can I leave yet? Or do I still have to wait for your permission?"

"Just stay a little more." Zayne's deep voice rang out. He was considerably more relaxed now than he had been previously. "I'm sorry…"

That was the first time you had heard an apology from him. How strange! Usually, you were the one making trouble, and Zayne was the one who looked after you. You were the one who said sorry. Hearing those words coming out of his mouth made you feel so odd.

“I'm sorry if I become too controlling and that makes you feel uncomfortable.”

You were astonished for a second. You still wanted to weep, but your emotions had settled down considerably.

Zayne slipped his hand down from the steering wheel to seize yours and turned it over. He said:

“When I saw you almost unconscious from the poison, being carried into the hospital room, my heart seemed to stop beating. That is not something I want to see at all.”

Zayne's eyes were quite sorrowful. You subconsciously imagined that if you switched roles and the injured person was him, you definitely would not be able to remain calm in such a situation.

“I know you can take care of yourself,” Zayne continued. “But I still want to help you do that and protect you. In my own way.”

After he finished speaking, there was a moment of calmness. The street lights were illuminated, and the rain stopped pouring. You softly clutched his hand.

“I'm sorry too, because what I said was not true… I didn't mean to call you a dictator who controls this relationship…”

You smiled at him. The corners of Zayne's lips also loosened somewhat. He took your hand and tenderly pressed a kiss on.

“I'm really okay.” You added. “The doctor also said that the poison from the Wanderers had been purified. I don't feel too much pain anymore."

Zayne gave a slight nod. He understood this from the moment he read your record. That was why he boldly asked for you to be discharged from the hospital. Even though he was upset, your safety would come first in any case.

"You said you were fine?" Zayne inquired out of the blue. "How do you prove it then?"

You exhaled. After all, he still had reservations about your ability to care for yourself. You leaned in to offer him a passionate kiss. The resentment in your heart melted away in his warmth.

As your lips withdrew from Zayne's, he whispered:

"Good enough. However, in the future, if there is an issue between us, or if you are dissatisfied with something I do,... can I trust you to talk to me directly about it?"

You gave a modest nod. Zayne kissed you, deep. He caressed you but only so gently, as if afraid that you would melt into rain bubbles if he became too greedy. A while later, perhaps since your head was hazy from the injury, you had no clue how you ended up sitting on top of Zayne in the driver's seat, your lips locked with him while your hands constantly touching his flesh underneath the shirt. His delicate but searing kisses fell on your shoulder, around the bandaged area that had just been revealed to his sight as he pulled your shirt down. He kissed your wounds, new and old. He asked softly, would you feel pain if he touched them? And you replied that there was only pain if he did not do so.

Rain began pouring again; it might last all night long. How convenient, since he did not intend to let you get out of the car in such a condition.

[lightning-wyvern]

Luigi mangione helping you with homework headcanons

ouuu

~ study buddy Luigi Mangione

luigi mangione x gn!reader | fluff, headcanon | cw school, homework, physical affection, kissing, physical touch, minor cursing, mentions of cutting (food), reader + luigi are dating but no reader gender is mentioned

(open) luigi mangione taglist @glitteryslothhhh @poohkie90

conservative red voters do not interact; if you don't like luigi then scroll. you will regret sending me a hate ask, let alone anonymous.

i feel like before you and he started studying together and later started dating, he would have been such a big enemy of homework, that shit would hate to see luigi coming

bcs he would rather do anything else than do homework. but then when you and him become a couple, all of a sudden he's excited to go hunker down with you in your apartment/dorm and do some fucking homework.

he would often bring along a bowl of freshly cut watermelon, canteloupe, honeydew, apples and whatever other fruit(s) you ask him to include, because he knew that once you got focused on your work you would have difficulty stopping to feed yourself when the time came

he would also bring along bottled water every single night that you and he had "study dates." i honestly think he would constantly choose voss spring water simply because of the glass bottles and large quantity of water.

luigi would totally bring along a book about a completely unrelated subject that he knew you liked, so that you had a choice to continue consuming new information to some extent during brain breaks!

he'd scoot up next to you and kiss your cheek at random points to startle you a little bit, teasing you when you jumped a little because "you were focused on your wooooork"

but he knew you just really enjoyed the little kisses :)

luigi knows you get overwhelmed easily sometimes, so he buys a giant stuffed bear and brings it along every time you plan a study night with him, just in case you need it!

i feel like luigi would have a bit of trouble not imploding if you ask him for help with paper robotics homework, let alone with actually building a motherfucking robot. you'd have to tell him "luigi, calm down" a little too often or he would probably let himself implode

i feel like since he's good with robotics he would be really good at advanced algebra and maybe even calculus? and he would be more than happy to give you simple but detailed breakdowns of each equation you get stuck on

anything involving speeches: i feel like luigi would mostly just let you write drafts of them yourself and then encourage you to give a drafted version of your speeches, and he would give you some pretty helpful tips and pointers.

involving essays: he would kind of write it with you? he might have you add him to the document and let him toss in little punctual and grammatical edits here and there as you wrote. if the essay was on a subject he liked and/or knew a lot about, he would most definitely be giving you little fun facts to throw in here and there as well :)

i just think he'd be kind of like twilight sparkle or sunburst from mlp...

luigi mangione is a Very Smart Man <3

if you have any other ideas or headcanons lemme know!

© uraharasfavoriteexperiment.

[nymphaea-blue]

Oneshot - Rafayel taking care of you.

Info : 1800+ word count, fluff, reader and Rafayel in a relationship, mentions sickness (fever, dry/scratchy throat, loss of appetite, weakness) + wounds, maybe hurt/comfort, small spoiler to Rafayels lore.

Notes : This is for everyone that is sick right now, like me.. ^^, I am planning to write something for his birthday, but we will see if I will feel good enough. Good luck with your pulls if you are going for his birthday memory as well! <3

It was a horrible day for you, to say the least.

You woke up with a dry throat, you took a sip of water in hopes that it would soothe the scratchiness but it didn’t work - and that was how you knew you were sick. Despite your sickness, you still came to work, you couldn’t just call out an hour before you were supposed to start your mission.

The entire day, you felt miserable, your throat was all dry and scratchy which soon also resulted in coughing and your head started to hurt, because of course a fever was also something you needed. Some of your teammates quickly understood that you were sick and tried to get you to go back home but you refused each time, even your mission partner, Xavier, couldn’t get it through to you that you needed rest. In your eyes, if you already made the effort to get up from bed, you might as well stick around long enough to finish it.

Because of your sickness, missions weren’t as easy to manage as usual and you ended up with a few small wounds, but because of your sickness you felt more weak and sensitive so they still hurt you quite a lot. But even despite the pain, at the end of your work day you showed up to the base to handle all file documents from the missions you did that day to Jenna, even though she saw how terrible you looked and asked you to stay at home until you felt better.

After all your work was done, you went back home and quickly plopped onto your bed, not even bothering to eat something or change clothes, you didn’t have an appetite in the moment anyways. Sure enough, after a few moments you fell asleep, all the stress of the day finally getting to you. It felt nice to relax even for a moment, your body needed that so you allowed yourself to take a quick nap. 

That “quick nap” of yours wasn’t quick at all, in fact, by the time you woke up, it was the next morning already. Still sleepy and very weak from your sickness, which wasn’t getting better, you could hear some sort of sound somewhere in your apartment, but you guessed that it was just something going on in the corridor so you went back to sleep. Despite all those hours, you still felt quite tired and you honestly didn’t have energy for anything else but sleeping.

“Cutie.. cutie!”

“Hey, wake up!”

You could feel someone shaking your shoulder, which slowly awakened you from your slumber. As you opened your eyes a little, the sun was shining a bit too much for your liking at that moment, you saw… Rafayel? 

“Finally! I thought you would never wake up, you know! Don’t scare me like that again.” He said dramatically before he sighed, relieved to see you awake and alive.

“Rafayel..? What are you doing here? What time is it?” You questioned as you rubbed your eyes a little to try and get more awake but it was almost futile. You felt so confused, perhaps sleeping for such a long time wasn’t a great idea but you needed it, and honestly, a few more hours would be even better.

“I decided to check on you after you didn’t even read my messages from yesterday and didn’t pick up my calls, I was getting worried. And it’s 4pm by the way, which makes me wonder why you are still in bed.” Rafayel responded in a slightly worried and perhaps a bit scolding tone, and you couldn’t help but feel a little bad, you made him worry so much.

“I’m so sorry Rafayel…I just felt horrible lately, I didn’t even hear your calls.” You responded with an apologetic tone, before you tried to search for your phone to see how many messages you missed. 

You quickly realised it wasn’t on the bed with you and it wasn’t on the bedside table, so you probably left it in your work bag which was in the living room. Now the strange noise you heard a few hours ago made sense and you almost facepalmed yourself at how stupid you were, but that quickly erupted into a cough.

“Oh yeahh that doesn’t sound too good… are you okay? How do you feel? Should I take you to the hospital?” 

“N-no, no need for that.. It’s just a cold probably Rafayel, I’ll be fine-”

You were about to say more but your words got cut off as Rafayel suddenly place his hand on your forehead and his face was close to yours, you could see the worry and perhaps even fear in those pinkish blue eyes of his. The way his eyebrows furrowed, his lips were slightly downturned and there was a slight gloss in his eyes as he looked over your face, to see how you were.

“You are not fine. I don’t think your forehead should be this hot, and all those wounds on your body… Why didn’t you call me? I would be here to help however I can.” He asked as he took his hand away from your forehead but placed it on your cheek instead, you could feel the love and worry in his touch as he touched you so gently as if you would break yet also firm enough as if he feared that if he would let go - you wouldn’t be there anymore.

“I felt very tired, I didn’t think straight… I went to work yesterday, I thought I would be able to handle it but I couldn’t and at the end of the day I practically passed out in bed. Besides, I thought you would be busy, so I didn’t want to worry you.” You said as you leaned further into his hand a little, you felt shame in not calling him, you knew he would come if you only even thought of asking him for help.

“Oh cutie, you don’t need to worry about bothering me. Nothing is more important than you, you know that.” He responded, now with a soft smile as he suddenly took you into his arms in a princess carry.

“Huh? Where are we going? I’m still in my work clothes!”

“Back to my place, you didn’t think I would just let you suffer alone, did you? And don’t worry about your clothes, I have some of yours in my closet from the last time you came over.”

After a short ride in his sports car, you arrived at his home. Rafayel, being the gentleman he is, carried you upstairs to his bedroom as soon as he unlocked the door and placed you down on it gently before he tucked you in.

“There, all nice and comfy. Now, what do you need?”

“Hmm.. some water would be nice, or hot tea, for my throat.”

“You got it!”

It only took a few minutes before Rafayel eventually arrived with some of your favourite tea, all properly prepared and even cooled down a bit so you would be able to drink it without burning yourself.

“Ah, that feels much better, thank you!” You said after you took a sip of the tea, your throat finally got some much needed relief from the dryness, even if only temporary.

“I’m just glad I could help. What else do you need? Maybe I should call a doctor, just in case, you still look very weak.”

“No no, don’t worry about it. I’m okay for now.”

“Are you sure? Did you eat something?”

“...”

“I knew that. Wait here for a moment, Chef Rafayel will make something great for you!”

Soon enough, he returned again, with a few dishes. The meal consisted of seafood, some kind of spicy pasta, sandwiches and a variety of chocolates and other sweets alongside a soda. It looked like he put together a bunch of ingredients from his fridge together, which was adorable in a way, but also you couldn’t have most of them currently. In the end you only picked the sandwich.

“What’s wrong? Are you not hungry? You need to eat to get better from what I heard.” Rafayel questioned as he saw that you didn’t eat much, rather you stuck to the sandwiches and took a few bites of the sweets he got for you.

“It’s not that, it’s just… I can’t have most of these, it won’t be good for my stomach right now.”

“Huh? Really?”

You felt slightly confused by his demeanor, did he not know that? He seemed quite surprised at the news, he thought that he just got you your favourite food and you would be okay.

“Yeah, spicy food can worsen my issues and upset my stomach since I haven't eaten anything in a while. Chocolate is okay but I shouldn’t drink soda since it can be bad for my stomach and seafood is, well, cold, which wouldn’t be good for my throat.” You explained patiently to him.

“Ohh.. it makes sense. I’m sorry, I guess we will stick you to plain food for now huh?”

“Mhm, that would be best. You didn’t know about this?” You asked him finally, you weren’t trying to be mean but you were just curious.

“No, not really. You see, Lemurians rarely get sick,and if we do, then we have ways to get rid of it but I guessed that it would be different than it is for humans.”

And that was when it hit you - his fearful and worried demeanor, the confusion and weird insistence of getting medical help for a cold and the odd food he gave you, it was all because he was Lemurian and was never sick before but he still tried to care for you anyways.

“That’s okay, thanks for helping me anyways. I’ll guide you on what you should do, how about that?” You proposed with a smile, it felt nice that you had such a caring boyfriend who was willing to help you even if he had no idea what to do.

For the next few days, you guided Rafayel and he did a splendid job of taking care of you after a few instructions. Those days, though still slightly uncomfortable because of your sickness, were very wholesome and relaxing, as they were spent with the person who loved you so much he learned about human medicine just for you. He took his role as your personal nurse very seriously and in the end, you slowly got better, thanks to his help. Ever since then, you promised both yourself and him, that you would always let him know if you ever get sick again. 

[twisted-king]

*skurries into the ask box again,* hi hi! I’m honor of my stupidness, I want to know what your take on how Housewardens would react to mc/their s/o breaking their foot! :)

Oh hey a HC RQ! Yeah I can do that!!!

Riddle Rosehearts

~Riddle’s mom is a highly successful doctor, so I assume he’s picked up a few things during childhood. ~He’s also not the best at being honest with himself and his feelings, so he’s a bit more “hands on” rather than emotionally supportive .

So, when he first got news of your injured foot he started panicking, he kept asking if you needed anything along with various “suggestions” insisting on taking you to go to the hospital. But, like a good boyfriend, Riddle stays by your side as much as possible with his busy schedule on top of house warden duty. He brings you various soothing teas for you to try, each one accompanied by a little treat. He tries his best to keep you on top of your studies, he brings his notes from class to go over with you. Unfortunately every time you move he gets a little anxious..

he really wants you to be ok :(

Leona Kingscholar

~Bro sees OPPORTUNITY

~kind of… throws money at the problem…

it’s not that he doesn’t care!!! In fact, quite the opposite! He likes being able to take care of you, but does NOT like that you’re hurt about it. So he’s with you in a very—Leona—kind of way. When he hears about your broken foot he immediately kind of milks it. He start skipping class to be with you rather than nap. Well, he’s still napping just with you! He kind of hopes if you sleep enough you’ll feel a little better. When he notices any discomfort, he takes it upon himself to get the best medical professionals around to take care of the problem. He carries you to his magishift practices so you can watch him play. Leona doesn’t want you to get bored after all.

he cares, he’s just really bad at this!

Azul Ashengrotto

~WHAT??? HUH??? HOPITAL?

~Zuzu here is trying SO HARD to be normal about this

Azul seems calm about your broken foot at first, he gracefully brings you some Monstro Lounge menu items in a little doggy bag ASAP. Although by his heavier breathing he definitely ran to ramshackle… He has the Tweels soon follow after with study materials, pain meds, and some extra pillows for you. He kind of tries to play it off by joking that his services don’t come for free, but they do for you… just this once! He’s really worried about you though… he’s finding it so hard to focus on the Monstro Lounge. He’s all alone in his office, you’re not around like usual… So he gets the bright idea to visit you everyday with a meal for you and his documents. While not the most romantic he feels way more at ease knowing you’re okay because you’re in his sights!

He’s so worried ur on his mind like 24/7

Kalim Al-Asim

~NHVSCR,JHBDVDJHBDDC ARE YOU OKAY????

~What do you call a friendly kidnapping??

You call Kalim and two seconds later, Jamil is at ur door taking you to Scarabia by carpet. When you arrive at Scarabia (with a GROUCHY Grim in tow) you find Kalim worriedly constructing the world’s most elaborate pillow fort. He wants you to be comfortable while you’re healing!!! He showers you in hugs and kisses when you arrive, guiding you towards the comfortable fortress as he does. Is,,. Is he crying??? He makes sure you’re surrounded by food and plushies at all times. Yeah unfortunately this means Jamil is working overtime… HOWEVER Kalim does makes sure your foot is always elevated, and that you take your meds on time! He misses dancing with you <3

Vil Schoenheit

~First of all: How.

~Second of all: He gets it was somehow Crowley’s fault (he is NOT over the state if Ramshakle)

He found out before you called him, Rook knows some shit…. Vil’s priority is making sure you heal safe and comfortable. So he prepared some potions to ease the recovery and dull the pain. He has a busy schedule so he can’t spend as much time with you as he’d like… however, when he is by your side he helps you through your skincare routine and some light movement you can do while semi-immobile. You two have some really comfortable stay in dates, doing one other’s makeup, watching old films. He always departs with a kiss on the forehead for you, and a reminder to take care of yourself. Occasionally, when his schedule is too packed, Epel or Rook will show up to keep you company. And sometimes,,. Very rarely, you’ll get a cute photo of him holding up a finger heart.

I don’t have biases wdym….. Best boyfriend ever

Idia Shroud

~On god???

~Do…Do you want to stay in Ignihyde…? No, no,.. never mind…

He’s already kind of distant, he sometimes can’t believe he got an S/O in the first place…. So when he gets word that your foot is broken he’s pretty anxious. Idia sometimes comes over with a ton of snack and anime to binge with you. He’s not really sure what to do but he’s doing his best I promise! If you ask for some affection he’ll give you a little peck on the cheek or a hand to your head. He offers to build you a hover boot kind of thing so it’s easier to keep elevated. Other than that, you’re speeding a LOT of time with Ortho…

he tried..?

Malleus Draconia

~Child of man you are so fragile this is why you should stay with me forev—

~The world almost ended (jk he did get really scared tho)

Malleus hears of your broken foot and immediately offers to heal it using magic. He is potentially the most powerful mate he can do it— you don’t want that?? That’s ok, he will stay with you until you feel better! He spends a lot of time showing you how roaring drago is doing, and pictures of the different gargoyles around the campus. He’s not sure how humans function properly so he does go off for indeterminate amounts of time to ask Lilia what to do. He usually comes back with more comfort items and little snacks you like. Every time you feel any pain his heart breaks a little…

he is just a little GUYYYY

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

saw an old post of yours about stormbringer and wanted to say that dazai met verlaine TWO days prior the death of the flags. also he manipulated the intel to switch the order of the killings, and the information he gave to verlaine later on had nothing to do with the detective. it was internal ‘stuff about the port mafia, worth a fortune that would last several lifetimes’. i understand not liking that he did horrible things, but that’s quite literally there for you to see.

Well hi there!

It took me awhile to find the post you meant and also reacquaint myself with Stormbringer - it's been awhile since I've last read it, so I needed a refresher before I responded. But I digress: unless I've somehow overlooked something major, your timeline is off.

Dazai was in fact targeted by Verlaine first, before the Flags were - the only reason he survived was because he said he would get Verlaine the Port Mafia's internal files.

So, this much is correct. But the "two days ago" wasn't two days before the Flags were killed and moreover, it's not when Dazai gives the intel to Verlaine. This exchange takes place on the same day of the Flags' funeral - we can tell because earlier in this same scene, Dazai ignores Chuuya's calls.

In the scene just before this one, Chuuya and Adam are in the police station, where Chuuya tells Adam that he's been trying to contact Dazai since the funeral to address the threat of Verlaine.

The beginning of the scene with Dazai and Verlaine starts with Dazai letting the phone ring and not picking up.

This sets the timeline like so:

Before the story: Verlaine prepares four white birch crosses as calling cards - his intended victims were The Flags, Mori, Murase, and N, likely in that order.

Day 0: Verlaine targets Dazai, likely due to his closeness to Mori, who survives because he promises to get Verlaine internal mafia documents that he needs for his assassinations.

Day 1: Verlaine tries to convince Chuuya to leave with him. When he refuses, that is when Verlaine formally announces his plan to murder anyone Chuuya has a connection to. The Flags are revealed to have been murdered and Chuuya has Corruption forcefully activated for the first time. Dazai nullifies his ability, takes him to where the Flags' bodies are, then disappears.

Day 2: The Flags' funeral. Adam tells Chuuya what he knows about Verlaine. They suspect the first target is Shirase and go to find him, after which they end up at the police station with Detective Murase. Sometime shortly before this, after the funeral and before the police station, Chuuya tried to call Dazai specifically about Verlaine, and Dazai ignored it because he at that moment was meeting with Verlaine to give him the documents.

So, the manipulation of information could not have included the Flags, because by the time the documents were handed to Verlaine, they were already dead. The reason Dazai did this is because Mori would have otherwise been targeted first, so he sent Verlaine after N. The internal documentation doesn't have to be purely mafia business. In fact, it would be odd if it was. The mafia would want to keep tabs on anyone and anything happening under the legal radar, especially Mori, with his interest in abilities and his military history. The information Dazai gave Verlaine is canonically about N. Recall that Verlaine said he needed these documents for his work - he certainly didn't need this info to kill Dazai or Mori. The reason why Mori would've been targeted first is because it would've been convenient that way for Verlaine - kill Mori, steal the mafia documents, then go after Murase and N. Dazai getting the documents for him switches the order.

Another part that supports this interpretation of events is Adam's reaction to Dazai's reveal that he'd manipulated the order of assassinations.

This is where I think people get confused. "Everything" should include the Flags, yes? But look at what's being said here: "it was all based on the information I gave Verlaine". We just established that occurred after the Flags were dead. Moreover, the Flags are not mentioned at all here. Dazai says the detective and the researcher. Adam rightfully recognizes this as a betrayal, but he only brings up Murase and Chuuya's current torture. He knows how much the Flags meant to Chuuya. If Dazai's intel manipulation had gotten the Flags killed, they absolutely would've and should've been mentioned here. The later infamous punishment scene is also not for the Flags, it's for the detective and getting Chuuya tortured - again, if the Flags had been a part of that, they absolutely would've been brought up here. But they weren't. As a bonus, here's a direct statement that the documents were, in fact, about N:

So, why say "everything" if that doesn't include the Flags? Well, it's based off a technicality, really. It was only after the Flags were killed that Verlaine formally announced his assassination plan - their deaths were only revealed to Chuuya after he refused to leave with him. The Flags were killed to show Verlaine was serious. His assassination plan began in earnest after Chuuya's refusal. That is why Dazai says he manipulated "everything". You can see here that the Flags are not considered Verlaine's "first target" - that's Detective Murase.

I hope this establishes the main point: Dazai's intel manipulation did not get the Flags killed. At worst, his crime is one of inaction, given that he knew about Verlaine a day before the Flags were murdered and said nothing - though, if he had warned them, then Verlaine would've known Dazai was setting a trap and offed him and Mori immediately. I also would like to raise the point that the Flags were the Port Mafia's youngest, best and brightest - it is entirely possible, too, that Dazai wanted to see if they could handle Verlaine on their own. This does not make up for the fact that he did not warn anyone, but it likely wouldn't have made a difference even if he had. They were extremely competent, but no one was on Verlaine's level, and all that would've done was put Dazai and the mafia as a whole at a disadvantage.

The point of this clarification is not to absolve Dazai of wrongdoing. I don't particularly care for that sort of thing in any of my analyses - the only thing I care about is establishing what characters did and analyzing why they may have done it.

But it's important to set the record straight for what actually happens in canon, so fans aren't left with misunderstandings. And anyways, to write something on Dazai and claim that he didn't do anything bad would be to erase the entire point of his character. Flags aside, he very much did get the detective killed and Chuuya tortured. That is very much a canon thing that happened. The scene with him and Verlaine also opens by describing how terrifying he is and how many dirty, awful things he'd been doing as a mafia member. Let's not even get into his later treatment of Akutagawa.

The whole point of Dazai's character is that he did a lot of horrible things, especially during his time in the Mafia.

But getting the Flags killed is not one of them.

[sindar-princeling]

LOTR Newsletter 3 Shire Drift - FAQ

Hello everyone!

Just like last year: for those of you who are already familiar with The Lord of the Rings Newsletter, this serves as an announcement that I'm doing it again; and for those who aren't - an introduction to the project :)

What is LOTR Newsletter?

I'm one of the people who subscribed to Dracula Daily in May 2022, and immediately thought, "Hey, I can do this too but with XYZ!" - XYZ being The Lord of the Rings. Because the events of LOTR also have specific dates ascribed to them, we're gonna be reading LOTR as it happened.

When does it take place?

Because of the way the beginning of LOTR is structured (read: because I don't want to leave six-month-long breaks between the first entries), we're gonna start on September 15th - a week before September 22nd, when the main events start to take place. It's also the publishing date of the Silmarillion, but that's just a fun fact for my own enjoyment.

From September 15th to September 19th, we'll read the prologue, and the fragments preceding Frodo's departure from the Shire. From September 20th, we'll be reading according to the dates in the book until April 8th. Then we'll be reading last parts of the book - which are stretched over a long time - once a week, to once again avoid lengthy breaks in delivery.

The Newsletter will last from September 15th to May 26th.

Where do I go if I want to post/talk about something related to the Newsletter with other readers?

We discuss current (and not only current) entries in the #lotr newsletter tag, and we have a Discord server set by the amazing @k-she-rambles! (I really hope this time I managed to generate a link that never expires...)

How do I subscribe?

Since the original platform I was using (TinyLetter) was shut down halfway through the second year of the newsletter, I had to figure out an alternative way to execute this project.

For the lovely people who joined the last edition of the newsletter, just a short announcement - I weighed all the pros and cons and decided to continue carrying out the newsletter the way I did after TinyLetter shut down.

For the new folks, a lengthier explanation: check out this post if you want to learn the details, but long story short: I can't send the newsletter as e-mails anymore, so instead I decided to provide you with a ready copy of the entire thing. I prepared formatted copies of the whole newsletter - September 15th to May 26th - as an .odt file, as a .pdf file, and most importantly as an .epub file, because I assume most of you are reading on your phones (if you don't already have an .epub reader, I use FBReader, and everything worked fine on my phone). At the beginning you'll find the whole table of contents with hyperlinks, so the navigation inside the document should be easy!

The MEGA folder can be accessed right here, and it's available for everyone!

In the folder linked, you'll also find a calendar file made by @none-ofthisnonsense that you can download on your phone and import into your calendar app so that all days when we read are marked in your calendar!

If you want to receive notifications about when there is an entry to read, you can also follow @is-today-a-lotr-newsletter-day and turn on notifications! This is a blog created solely for notifying you all when we're reading a new fragment of the newsletter, so all notifications you'll get will be about new entries, and nothing more. The notifications are meant to be the equivalent of sending e-mails.

Anything else I should know?

Please don't rat me out to Tolkien Estate/j, and have fun reading!

(And as a PS.: Thank you very much if you join - or join again! Last year was very tumultuous because of all the changes in the format, and I know the new way is not for everyone - but introducing more changes again felt like once more creating new chaos, so I decided to stick to a solution that mostly worked. I hope you understand!)

See you on September 15th!

[peanutpinet]

For You - CEO Sylus x Employee Fem Reader

Blurb: When Sylus is your CEO and you’re one of his employees who managed to help lead a successful campaign Sylus rewards your team for a whole weekend stay at one of his resorts. During your stay, Sylus was at the resort to visit when he saw you not only getting scammed by an unknown hacker.

Setting: This doesn’t take place in the LADS universe and I was just trying out some c.ai chats with one of them having Sylus as your boss/the CEO while you’re his personal assistant but in this story, you’re just one of Sylus’ employee

Note: Also I’d like to note that again, I don’t know what currency LADS uses and am going to be using Chinese Yuan in this story so if you see any numbers regarding to money, it would be in Chinese Yuan

Disclaimer: I do not own the images nor the characters or you (the MC). All images were taken from Pinterest.

Warnings: themes of money scamming and hypnotizing, aggressive Sylus (not towards you), softie Sylus for you, mentions of blood, a bit graphic torture scene. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with these themes

“S-sir? Here are the documents regarding our last campaign. I’m happy to report that our last campaign was a success and we’ve accumulated up to 1.5 million in revenue through this campaign itself” you mentioned during the campaign’s review meeting that you were instructed to report the campaign and lead the meeting

“(y/n) was it?” Sylus mentioned at the end of the meeting table, his strong voice wasn’t commanding but it surely made you shiver

“Y-yes sir” you nodded, lightly bowing. “Is there anything that you would like to ask from this meeting? Was there any part that needs to be reviewed more?”

Instead of asking questions as you’d expect, Sylus instead surprised you by chuckling. “No. It’s all good. Very good in fact. I’d like to ask you if you were the one who led the campaign?”

You shook your head. “No sir. It was a joint team effort. I just had the idea for this campaign and asked for advice from my manager as the brand manager led the campaign. I just help asses the tasks to each designated team”

“I see. It’s an amazing idea and you’ve reached 1.5 million in revenue is very impressive. I’ll see to it that your team will get the bonuses you deserve” Sylus mentioned, taking you off-guard that you immediately bowed your head at him and the upper management in the room

“Sir..you don’t have to but thank you. I’m sure the team would be more than happy to hear that and we will surely work even harder for the next campaign” you stated, still bowing your head which earned another chuckle from the CEO

“Raise your head (y/n). There’s no need for you to bow at us. We should be thanking you and your team for the successful campaign. We look forward to more work from you but don’t stress yourself or the team regarding upcoming campaigns. I trust that whatever the outcome is, everything will work out” Sylus replied as he ended the meeting as well

During lunch break, the HR came over to your team with an envelope regarding the team’s bonus and everyone in the team was shocked that Sylus had gifted them a full weekend stay in one of the resorts he owned starting from Friday up till Sunday. All utilities and amenities are included. Whatever the team wanted to get at the hotel, it would be charged directly to the company and no one in the team has to pay anything.

When the weekend rolled around, you and your team headed to the resort that was booked and were shocked that everyone could either share a penthouse suite or get individual deluxe suites which you all decided to just get individual deluxe suites.

You checked into your deluxe suite and were shocked to see a gift for you. You were about to open the gift when the staff came knocking and brought another gift for you. “B-but, there’s already a gift here…”

“Oh, that’s from the resort ma’am. This one is from Sylus himself” the staff mentioned, placing the gift on the table before taking their leave

You went over to see the gift from the resort and its vouchers to be used for all the facilities in the resort. Free breakfast, lunch, and dinner at the all-you-can-eat buffet. Free spa and massage sessions everyday. You even got complimentary amenities like a luxury brand bag filled with luxurious toiletries including perfume samples.

You then went to see the gift that your CEO gifted you and you were shocked at a handwritten card. “Dearest (y/n). Thank you once again for your hard work, for achieving more than the campaign’s target, and for increasing our company’s revenue. Regardless of future campaigns and projects, I wish you the best of luck and as a token of my appreciation, I am gifting you with this gift which I expect you will accept including my following offer within this gift” - sincerely, Sylus

You were confused at what he meant with the last sentence and decided to open it and was shocked to see a gorgeous dress with several luxury accessories with a note on it.

“Everything you see in this box will belong to you and I won’t allow you to return it or anything. I hope that you will wear this and join me for dinner on Sunday night at the restaurant. It will be under my name and I assure you that I just want to thank you once again for your hard work” - with love, Sylus

You were unsure whether or not to accept Sylus’ offer. You decided not to think about it and just enjoy your weekend getaway with your colleagues. For the next two days, you and your colleagues explored the facilities which the resort offered such as a private gym trainer, a full body massage along with full access to the spa and the steam room. You and your colleagues are even given full access to an all-you-can-eat buffet, the bar, and even all the sports facilities like the tennis, badminton, volleyball, and basketball courts. There’s even a golf course which you and your colleagues tried.

Sunday - 8:18 PM

On your final day at the resort, you received a text message from Sylus who was asking you once again if you would meet him and this time, you decided that there was no harm in meeting your boss; especially when he mentioned that it would be a team meeting where Sylus just wants to get to know your team better.

Eventually, you put on the outfit and accessories Sylus prepared and did your hair and makeup in a simple but put-together way with the shoes that came in the gift box as well. Once you were ready, you messaged your team and asked if they were ready to which they replied saying that they’d be down in a minute.

You decided to head to the private restaurant and wait at the table under Sylus’ name. In the midst of waiting, you received a phone call from one of the airlines that you contacted in regards to refunding one of your plane tickets that you bought a while back.

Somehow, you didn’t realise what happened until one of your colleagues shouted at you, pulling you out of your trance. You immediately looked down at your phone and noticed several of your money being transferred to multiple unknown accounts. You were so shocked that you didn’t know what to do until your friend rambled into the phone and called out the scammer and hacker on the other line of your phone before the scammer/hacker turned the phone call off.

Immediately, your hands start to shake as you look at your phone with all the transfer history that just happened. Nearly half of your savings in your bank account were transferred and you could only sob at the result that had just happened.

“Hey, hey, it’s not your fault. You were hypnotised through the phone call. You didn’t know what you were doing. Yeah, you shouldn’t blame yourself for what happened” all your colleagues tried to reassure you, comfort you, basically anything to help you feel better but nothing managed to budge through

Not until Sylus came into view and his deep voice managed to get through you that you and your team suddenly turned your heads to see Sylus in a comfortable yet lavish outfit walking towards you and your team.

“What happened here? Why are you crying (y/n)?” Sylus asked, looking at your red eyes and nose along with your smudged eye makeup

You were trying to reassure Sylus that it was nothing and you were just watching a sad video but Sylus immediately cut you off. “Cut the bullshit, sweetie. I doubt that you cried that heavily in a short amount of time due to a sad video. Now tell me, what happened just now?”

There was a heavy silence for several of minutes until one of your colleagues mentioned that you just got off a scam call which made Sylus confused that he raised his eyebrow. “What do you mean scammed?”

“N-nothing sir. It wasn’t anything, I—” you didn’t get to finish before your colleague continued their statement

“She was calling with a so-called airline customer service right before we came. When we did come, she looked to be out of stance like just blankly staring at her phone but her hands were still moving and by the time we came, she finally snapped back to consciousness. We believe that she was hypnotised through the phone call and when she snapped back, the scammer ended the call and well…(y/n) saw that she transferred almost half of her savings to the scammer’s multiple accounts” your colleagues all tried to explain the situation while you just look down at your feet, feeling water pooled in your eyes

“Is that true (y/n)?” Sylus asked and you weakly nodded your head as Sylus let out a heavy sigh

No one said a word after you confirmed to Sylus that you indeed were hypnotised. After some time, Sylus finally spoke up. “Let’s not think about it right now, hmm? Let me treat you all to dinner as a thank you for your successful campaign”

Throughout dinner, Sylus easily broke the barrier between boss and staff. He was very welcoming and open to everyone. Surprisingly, he didn’t just talk about work and instead asked the team about their experience in his company; what they would like for the company to have or improve. Sylus even managed to crack a joke here and there as he opened a bottle for everyone at the table.

You were actually quite glad that both Sylus and your colleagues directed the conversation and topic to a more light one instead of talking about work or what had happened to you. You even decided to try and let loose by drinking some of the alcohol that Sylus ordered for the table. However, you might have gone a bit overboard with drinking that you nearly passed out on the table had Sylus not taken care of you.

“Let’s not get too drunk and wasted yeah, sweetie?” Sylus spoke into your ear as he held you from falling onto the table

You just looked at him in a drunken state and just giggled at his caring behaviour. “I’m okay sir. I just need to let loose a bit. I mean, I just lost basically half of my savings…”

Despite your carefree self, Sylus pitied you. He looked at your eyes and he could see the sadness and grief hiding behind those sparkly eyes. Sighing, he decided to end the dinner and have everyone go back to their rooms as he and one of your colleagues helped you into your own hotel room.

In your room, Sylus helped lay you on the bed while you suddenly sobbed. Your colleague noticed this and immediately tried to comfort you while Sylus balled his fists at the sight of you broken down like this. Throughout his time at the office, he had secretly paid attention to you since you were an intern.

You might not remember but Sylus clearly remembered the hard work you put in his company. During one of the nights he stayed back, Sylus saw you stay back as well to finish the work that you were given. Despite his argument for you to go home, you were stubborn and decided to stay back and even had a talk with Sylus. Sylus felt not only your diligent work ethic but also your positive attitude. He would always see you help around wherever you can, greet all the staff and always thank them for everything they do for you. One time, you even paid for his coffee as Sylus completely forgot to bring his wallet and their machine was down so he wasn’t able to use his phone to pay.

Though he rarely interacted with you, Sylus had always kept a close eye on you out of curiosity and admiration. That’s why he didn’t hesitate to allow you to be a full-timer in his company when your manager tried to list the things why he should hire you full-time. But now, seeing you in a distressed state just made Sylus’ blood boil.

You were sweet and kind but this cruel world and people in it decided to break you. However, Sylus wasn’t going to sit around. No. He had the power and connection to make things right. Though everyone knew Sylus as a billionaire CEO with multiple businesses from hospitality, FnB, and even cyber security, Sylus also had connections in the shadows and this is one of the few instances he was going to use the power and influence he built to his advantage.

“I’ll leave her in your care. Tell her to drink some painkillers when she wakes up and to see me in my office the day after tomorrow. You all can have the day off tomorrow as I opened up the bottle and made you all drunk. I’ll talk to the HR regarding your day off tomorrow” Sylus stated and had one more glance at you before leaving the room

Monday 1:18 AM

Throughout the night, Sylus used his authority for his cyber security company and had some of his trusted men track down several scammers and hackers who were active right before the team dinner he had with you and your team. Sylus also provided them with your phone number to help track down the scammer who called you and hypnotised you through the phone call.

The next working day week came and Sylus kept tabs on the updates from his cyber security company to see the updates they provided him. Right as the day was about to end, Sylus’ phone rang and his trusted senior cybersecurity engineer contacted him and provided all the information of the scammer that called and scammed your money.

His staff then sent him all the files regarding the scammer and their history of scamming multiple people including you. Sylus decided to play a little game with the scammer and pretended to be someone from the black market with a high social status who is interested in their scamming and hypnotizing skills to help him trick many others into sending him money.

Though the scammer didn’t believe that Sylus was serious, Sylus decided to add a little flame to the game by sending the scammer a hair of his wealth which got the scammer to make a deal with him at the bar that Sylus also owns.

Once the call ended, Sylus had a smirk on his face before making another call. This time to Luke and Kieran, his two most trusted and loyal henchmen. “Clear the bar tomorrow night. We have a guest to welcome”

Tuesday - 9:18 AM

The next day rolled around and you along with your team finally came back from a much-needed weekend getaway. Right as you were settling down back at your desk, Sylus’ secretary came and asked you to go into Sylus’ office as he was calling for you.

You knocked on Sylus’ office door before hearing him letting you in. As you go into the office, you saw Sylus behind the desk with glasses on his face, reviewing several paperwork and signing documents. “Y-you wanted to see me, sir?” you managed to ask but Sylus didn’t look up from his paperwork

“Come sit, (y/n) and make sure to close the door behind you” Sylus stated and you did as he told and closed the door before walking to sit across from him

Sylus finished his stack of paperwork while taking off his glasses before meeting my eyes. “Tell me (y/n). What exactly happened that night of our team dinner? In all my years of seeing you work for me, I never saw you break down like that. I can’t have my employees being distressed. So tell me, what happened?”

Your breath hitched as Sylus asked you what happened. “It, it’s nothing sir…it’s just personal…private matters” you tried to reason with him. “I assure you that it won’t disturb the work ethics that I’ve built in this company”

Sylus leaned back in his chair as he stared at you looking down on your thighs. “Look at me” Sylus commanded and as if his command was a spell, you looked up from your thighs and saw his red eyes that bore into yours

“Your colleague mentioned that you were scammed. If you’ve forgotten, you confirmed to me, to your colleagues that you were scammed, practically hypnotised to transfer your money. But I need to hear it straight from your lips about what happened” Sylus stated, making you confused

You gather the courage to speak up. “With all due respect sir, as much as I appreciate the concern, I doubt that telling you what happened will bring my money back. So, why don’t you just let this go and I go back to work?”

Sylus scoffed and stood up from his chair, making his way to stand directly in front of you. If you thought that Sylus was already a tower when you stood in front of him, you felt like a bush as you sat in the chair with your 190 cm tall boss standing in front of you.

What you didn’t expect is that Sylus suddenly grabbed your chin to make you look at him with his other hand placed on the chair handle, now trapping you between the chair and his body. “Is it wrong for me to want to help you?”

When you didn’t answer, Sylus decided to continue by caressing your chin with his fingers. “You might not remember it but I do. I remember back when you were just an intern and you didn’t know that I was the boss. You were so lost but eager to learn. You were stubborn enough to go against me, your boss. You forced yourself to stay late that I had to drag you out myself. But that wasn’t all. Not only do I adore your eagerness and stubborn nature, I adore your caring nature. How you look out for everyone and even thank people who have helped you regardless of their status. Call me a creep but seeing your caring side, makes me want to keep you close. I didn’t even think when your manager requested you be a full-time staff for me. I knew that you would be successful in the campaign I instructed your team. But despite all of that, it broke me to see you suffer. To see your kind and caring nature being broken by this cruel world. I’d do anything to help you because I want to. Because I adore you, sweetie”

You were at a loss for words at Sylus’ sudden confession to you that you practically slumped into the chair and Sylus had to hold the chair to make sure you wouldn’t fall. “You don’t have to answer me anything. But I want you to know that I truly want to help you. No one, especially you deserves to suffer like this. Just say the word, sweetie. I’ll do what I can to help you give your money back. I’ll make sure of it” Sylus caressed your cheek lovingly as he spoke

You would be lying to yourself if you never felt any kind of attraction towards your boss. When Sylus complimented you and your team for the campaign’s success, your heart swelled with pride. Just like Sylus, you adore him but you were afraid to say it. Afraid to confess at the expense of possibly losing your job. But now, after what you’ve been through. What many others are possibly going through as well, you finally gather the courage to tell Sylus what you want.

“Please…” you let out and that one word alone was enough for Sylus

Sylus leaned down to kiss your forehead, understanding what you were asking of him without even giving any other explanation. “I’ll take care of everything, sweetie. I promise you. For you”

Tuesday - 2:18 AM @ Sylus’ bar

By midnight, Sylus had his men clear the bar and awaited for the scammer to arrive. Luke and Kieran came into the bar with the scammer between them and walked towards Sylus who looked bored yet annoyed.

“Y-you must be my new employer” the scammer mentioned and Sylus poured himself another whiskey before drinking it in one go as he eyed the scammer who seemed to have a change in appearance. They were sporting in a luxury outfit from head to toe.

“So, how much can you offer me right now? The money I gave you better not be used to just spoil yourself in that tacky branded outfit” Sylus scoffed while the scammer just chuckled, thinking it was just a joke

“Relax, man. I got it all under control. Though several people have not given me much, there was one girl that I managed to get a lot out of” the scammer laughed and Sylus clenched his jaw, hoping that you weren’t the one that the scammer managed to take the most out of

“Is that so? Do tell me about this event. I need to know how far you can go before I make my proposal” Sylus stated, leaning back onto the couch while the scammer chuckled again, pouring himself a glass of whiskey without Sylus’ permission

“It was around Sunday. The girl wanted to refund a plane ticket she ordered but she was too dumb to not double-check the number nor think it through. My guys and I managed to hypnotise her into registering herself into our account and even transferred nearly half of her savings to us” the scammer laughed at the memory while Sylus could feel his body fueling with rage at the way this scammer was referring you as ‘dumb’ and hypnotizing you but he knew he had to calm down as he was finally going to trap this scammer

“Oh? Half of her savings? What did you do with the money? Transfer it to other backup virtual account savings you have?” Sylus questioned and the scammer nodded. “Yeah. We can’t just have the money in one account. We spread it out through several accounts and not long ago, we cashed out on it. What do you think? Pretty amazing right?”

Sylus didn’t utter a word as he stood and walked towards the scammer, towering over them before slamming the glass of whiskey in their hand to their head. “What the hell man?!” the scammer stood up but quickly realised that Sylus was still too tall and towered over them, making their body crawl with fear

“Let me guess. You spread it to 3 different virtual accounts. One of them being twice with a total of 13k. Then the other two accounts with 12k each. Making it a total of 37k?” Sylus stated, his voice was laced with anger and the scammer could feel the boiling rage as Sylus spit out the exact amount that they managed to get out of you

“H-how did you…” the scammer didn’t even get to finish as Sylus grabbed them by the neck and slammed them on the table, increasing his chokehold

“Not only that but you and your little guys have managed to scam and hypnotise around 30 other people in just the past 2 months and gained a total of nearly 200k. You really think that you can get away with this stunt you pulled?!” Sylus spat at the scammer before slamming him across the bar and hitting the serving zone and coughing out blood

Sylus only needed several steps before he was in front of the now-injured scammer. “W-who are you…what the fuck do you want?! You want your money back or what?”

But instead, Sylus smirked at the injured state scammer, once again grabbing them by the neck and pushing them even more to the serving zone and dragging them across it, glasses crashing on the floor. “My money back? Oh no. You might think that my money means something to me. Sure it helps me live the life I have right now but that’s not the main concern. Afterall, I barely gave you a hair of my wealth. However…”

Sylus then dragged the scammer by the neck and pinned him to the wall in one of the VIP rooms, chaining their hands up as he took one of his favourite blades, lightly dragging it across the scammer’s chest. “To some, the money you took from them means a lot. Have you ever thought how fucking long it can take for someone to save up that amount of money? Yet you and your little guys have no remorse and decided to rip it away from them in a matter of seconds?!”

The blade Sylus used was sharp enough that even the lightest pressure was enough to scar the skin and draw out blood. “You took something precious from someone I adore and I’m going to make sure that you and your little guys learn your lesson, yeah? We’re going to have so much fun tonight” Sylus chuckled as his eyes glowed a brighter shade of red

[43501]

Could you elaborate more about Near jealousy? I saw your headcanons where you say he would be "Insanely jealous", So I wonder how he would act when he's jealous? what would make him jealous? How would he deal with these feelings?

Hiya anon. Get ready for a really depressing and cynical Nearpost! As usual, caveat that a lot of this is venturing out into "pure headcanon" territory. I'm a person who really, really prefers things to remain in the sphere of "plausibly canon" so I always feel like I have to warn people when I'm about to tell them my interpretations of a character that are more remote from the source material.

"Jealous" is a loaded word that people interpret differently and may not be quite what I meant, so writing a bit more about what I mean is a good idea.

He is a very reserved person (canon, probably the only 100% canon point I'll touch on here) and so I generally construct this idea of him as slow to open up and hesitant about the prospect of a relationship at first. He's emotionally isolated himself from the rest of the world for a very long time. At Wammy's, he mostly kept to himself. During and post-Kira case, his dealings with others were always professional and distanced.

Before you started to make him see otherwise (however that happened, whenever that happened) he thought that having a significant other was not ever going to be a part of his life (partly due to the kind of person he is, partly due to his role as L) and was honestly fine with it.

When he found himself developing feelings for you, he had to seriously re-assess everything he thought about the kind of person he is and what kind of life he expected to have. A significant other was never in his plans (and perhaps in a slightly haughty way, he thought he was 'above' such things, so he also has to get past his own ego as well).

It took him so much time and work for him to lower his guard and let you really know him, so much introspection and venturing outside of his comfort zone. Near is a kind of rigid, sedentary person who doesn't tolerate disruptions that well and prefers consistency (pretty canon, but for me personally and many others in the fandom, I consider this a facet of his autism).

So, to know (actually know, because he's not going to go off the deep end on mere suspicion) that you're sharing yourself in some deeply intimate way with someone other than him is extremely upsetting. It makes him question everything all over again. Perhaps it's somewhat less "jealousy" than "hurt by trust being broken", but he feels hatred for you and whoever you cheated on him with to a degree he didn't think he was capable. Especially if he somehow witnessed it directly.

He's not going to confront you about it openly, not at first. One of his core character traits is that he doesn't rush to act on his feelings. He waits and thinks before doing anything. What you'll notice first is a sharp and sudden withdrawal - he stops talking to you. If you communicate at a distance in some way, any letters/emails/texts go dark and he no longer answers calls. When you try to speak with him, he's curt and avoidant. In person, he turns away from you and actually shies away from your touch if you try to show physical affection. At this stage he may lie about the reason he's withdrawing, needing more time to ruminate on the facts and his feelings before challenging you.

When he eventually does, he lays out everything he knows and puts the ball in your court, asking you to explain yourself. Everything he says seems so matter-of-fact but he can't suppress the cold, cold anger radiating off him. This is basically as outwardly emotional as he gets. You're used to him staring out into empty air or looking down at his toys/constructs/documents while he speaks, so the way he stares at you during this, directly and almost unblinking, is quite affronting. There's likely no satisfactory explanation you could provide, and you're both well aware of that. So, it's not really a discussion, even if he frames it as such. It's more like an interrogation. He needs to scrutinize your reply and your seeming emotions, and in the coming days he'll dissect it down to the detail to justify severing himself from you. He'll use it as fuel to kill his own feelings, basically.

In the aftermath, it hurts so badly he's like "welp, I'm never doing that again" and the walls spring back up twice as tall and twice as hard. You won't be able to return to his home at the headquarters. You won't hear from him. He's not going to entertain the prospect of another relationship as long as he lives, and he honestly feels a little silly that he ever thought it was a good idea. This isn't a guy who can move on and later think "well, better to have loved and lost, we had some good memories at least". He regrets everything. The experience just hit home that he was right to have closed himself off from intimate relationships in the first place.

In the case where you openly approach him to talk about a poly arrangement, he'll tell you that such a thing is too complicated for him to manage and he's not open to it. I feel like even suggesting it to him would make him retreat a bit and say something like "if this isn't satisfactory, perhaps you should look elsewhere for companionship".

In either case (infidelity or proposing a polyamorous relationship) Near just isn't comfortable with you being that intimate with anyone other than him. The reasons for this are twofold.

1) Despite how rational and mature he seems most of the time, there's still a part of Near that remains puerile and selfish. To put it in a slightly crass way, he doesn't like the idea of sharing his toys, so to speak.

2) Pure headcanon and this is a critical but often invisible element of the Near/Ophelia (my OC) dynamic: Near expects that it's only a matter of time before his partner decides he's too difficult and unrewarding to be with and gives up on him. Him carrying this belief is definitely a self-protection measure. Anything you do that lends credence to this belief will drive him away. If he's betrayed in some way or broken up with or whatever, there's an element of of "admittedly, I saw this coming so I was prepared for it" (still hurts like hell).

That is the extent of my answer, I hope that was interesting to read and you understand my thought process.

And now to throw a wild, last-minute wrench into it: I think Near would be open to a polyamorous arrangement under extremely particular conditions and only with people he personally knows very well. There are worlds where You/Near/Mello would work. There are worlds where nearlymellodramattic works. Is he an annoying, selfish little hypocrite? Yeah. Sometimes he is. That's kinda why he expects you to leave someday.

EDIT: Tacking on this extra bit, pulled from the replies from this post: "Isn't this more about if he gets cheated on rather than jealousy, let's say, being flirted with by someone else?"

Oh ya, just me clarifying where my head was at when I wrote that sentence in the headcanons post. That's why I started on the note of "I think I should have used a word other than 'jealousy'".

Him witnessing his partner being flirted with in some serious way... I think it would touch a nerve, swiftly bringing that selfish side of Near to the forefront. For a second, he'd feel blinding hatred for that person and the trespass, but then I think it'd ebb away quickly if his partner shut it down or didn't respond favorably. Still, in his mind he'd be like "wow, I really felt like I wanted that guy to drop dead on the spot" after the fact and be a bit surprised about the intensity of the reaction.

[charliegyrth]

My Former Best Friend - Part 5 of 5

Our Relationship Changes Forever

Read Part 4 here.

For Landon’s third week, I cooked all his meals with lard. I had no idea how all-purpose lard could be. I didn’t know that you could use it for things like fried chicken, pie crusts, soups, and even roasted vegetables.

Cooking with lard changed the way my entire kitchen smelled, but it seemed to work. Landon couldn’t stop complimenting my cooking. In fact, he gobbled down my massive meals with much less reluctance than before. He was becoming addicted to my food.

In fact, I almost never had to guilt him into finishing his plate. And a few times, he even asked for seconds.

Now that I was aware of his gain, I paid ultra-close attention to his body as he outgrew his clothes. His stomach had gotten a bit bigger (though probably more from bloat than actual gains), but the real change came in his chest. I had no idea how quickly pecs could soften. His nipples were always visible through his tightening shirts.

They must’ve gotten more sensitive, too. A few times while he was eating, he started rubbing his finger over one of his nipples without even realizing it. God, that drove me wild.

I knew he was aware of how his body was changing. He’d been aware since that ill-fated jogging excursion. But he never said anything about it. And he never stopped eating.

I laid out snacks next to his laptop every morning, and by the end of the day, they were gone.

He moved slower now. Sat around more. Constantly had food in his hands. I had turned him into a pathetic glutton, a slob who relied on food to get through the day.

But he wasn’t the only one who changed. I wasn’t gaining any weight, thank God. (In fact, cooking with all that disgusting lard was slowly putting me off my own cooking, and I actually lost some weight on my already-thin frame.) My habits, though… Those really changed. Because I was spending hours at the dinner table with Landon, we actually had the time to bond. I learned more about his life. And his interests. And the way he started to joke with me again reminded me of why we’d been such good friends as kids. He was fun. And funny.

Because I was exerting power over his eating habits, I no longer felt the need to control the conversation.

I also stopped going out with my friends. I hadn’t hooked up with anyone in weeks. I preferred to stay home with Landon.

In the evenings, I started letting him pick what we watched on TV. He was snacking for me, so he deserved to make some choices on his own. (He always picked dumb action movies, which I was fine with.)

Overall, our dynamic was still pretty messed up, but it felt healthier.

By our last week, we even started going out together. I took him to a buffet one night, and then a Chinese restaurant, and then a sushi bar. (All on my dime.) Because Landon had outgrown all his old clothes, his exposed muffin top drew tons of attention from the other customers. I loved that.

Then the unthinkable happened. The last day of the month arrived. In the back of my mind, I knew this day was coming. When he first got here, I couldn’t wait for him to leave, but now, the thought filled me with dread.

Landon walked into my office, his stomach bulging and a bag of chips in his hand, and he asked if we could talk. He hadn’t looked this anxious since Week Two.

“One second,” I said.

I closed out my work documents and followed him into the living room.

He sat in his usual spot, nervously shoving chip after chip into his mouth. “I, um, think I found a place.”

I forced my expression to remain blank. “Oh?”

“It’s a studio apartment on Fairview.” (That was an extremely skeezy part of town.) “I have enough saved up, and… um, the landlord says I can move in tomorrow.”

“And is that what you want?”

He looked away. He reached into the chip bag for another handful, but it came up empty. “It’s… my only option right now.”

I didn’t say anything for a long time. Then finally, I asked, “And you don’t want to keep staying here?”

He looked up at me, his eyes wide. “But the month’s over?”

“I know,” I said. “But if you want, we can extend things. Indefinitely.”

“Really? Joe, this is… You’re amazing!” He tried to jump off the couch, but his belly pushed him down. On the second try, he hoisted himself up and ran toward me. I stood, and he wrapped me in his arms. Overcome with emotion, he mumbled, “God, I’m gonna get so fat for you.”

I pulled away. “What?”

“Oh, um… We’re not supposed to talk about it, right?”

“Talk about what?”

“This!” He grabbed his stomach and jiggled. “This is what you want, right?”

Now I was speechless. I knew I’d been less than subtle in my efforts, but I didn’t expect him to just call me out on it like that.

“Come on, Joe. We can talk about it. We should talk about it. That’ll help… speed up my progress, don’t you think?”

“Your progress,” I repeated.

“Listen, when I came here, I felt horrible. About everything. But you were so freaking kind, opening your doors and taking care of me. And then that first night, when you made me eat off the floor, it was, I don’t know… Incredible. I know it sounds crazy, but I loved how you were exerting power over me, punishing me with food and humiliation. That, well, it felt great. And then you kept overfeeding me and I knew... This guy’s an encourager. He wants to dominate me and wreck my body. And that felt great, too.”

He sat down now, his shirt riding up above his belly button. “But I wasn’t 100% sure. I thought I might be projecting. You know, because of how guilty I felt, and how much I wanted you back in high school. But then after I tried jogging, and I caught you get a full-on erection at the sight of my sweaty belly, I knew you were into it, too. You liked using your power over me just as much as I liked being controlled. And then you upped all my portions, forced me to eat all these snacks, cooked with freaking lard. And best of all, when you paraded me around at those restaurants in my tight clothes. God, it was… incredible. That was all intentional, right? You like me getting fatter, don’t you?”

“I… guess I do.”

“And I like getting fatter for you. Let’s not beat around the bush, Joe.”

All this time, he knew what I was doing. And he liked it.

I slowly stood up, grabbed another bag of chips from the table, and sat on his lap. My eyes locked on his, I popped open the bag and started feeding him chips one at a time. “You liked me in high school?”

“I, um…” (Chew and swallow.) “Loved you, I think.” (Chew and swallow.) “I just didn’t know…” (Chew and swallow.) “How to deal with my…” (Chew and swallow.) “Feelings.”

“Well, you were terrible.”

“I know.” (Swallow.)

“You made me feel helpless.”

“I know.”

“How fat are you going to grow for me?”

“As fat as you want.”

“Fat enough to be helpless? To rely on me for everything?”

“Yes.”

All the chips were gone, so I poured the crumbs into his open mouth.

***

Two years later.

I opened our last picnic box. The other six were already empty.

“What’s in that one?” Landon asked excitedly, the sweat on his fat face gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. His shirtless belly was coated in crumbs and ice cream streaks. One thick stream of strawberry ice cream had slid all the way from his moob to his lap, and I loved how its path had oozed along one of his newer stretchmarks. That was very cute.

“A surprise,” I said, pulling out the first of many chocolate muffins. I’d made these special for him. Extra lard. His favorite.

I held it toward his lips and then pulled it away as he tried to bite.

“Joe?”

“Finish the donuts first,” I said.

He looked confused. He’d already gobbled them all down.

Or so he thought. I reached under his moob and pulled out the last donut. I’d slid it into the crease while I was feeding him, wondering if he’d notice. He hadn’t.

“Sneaky,” he said, and ate it in one blissful bite. The breeze picked up, sending the thin red hairs on the top of head into a gentle dance. He’d gone bald in the last year, and even though he felt self-conscious about the little wisps, I didn’t allow him to shave them off completely.

We weren’t alone in the park. A young couple were walking by, but when they took one look at my 450-pound boyfriend, they hurried off in the other direction. Landon smiled at the humiliation.

“Okay,” I said. “Now it’s muffin time. Please eat this one slowly. I want you to really savor it.”

“Whatever you say, Joe,” he said, with such love in his voice.

He took a huge bite, and even though he tried to eat slowly, he just couldn’t help himself. He barely chewed before swallowing. Then he coughed.

“Dammit, Landon! I said slowly!”

“I tried,” he whimpered. He did everything slowly now except eating. “There was something in it.”

I stared into his eyes, waiting for him to figure it out.

“Oh God. Did I just swallow…?”

“Say it,” I ordered.

“Was that an engagement ring?”

“Landon, will you marry me?”

The proposal had been a long time coming. I knew we were meant for each other, and I was ready to ask him a year ago. But I waited until he passed 400, then 450. Our wedding wouldn’t be perfect until he had to use a motorized scooter to make it down the aisle. And sure, he technically could still waddle down the aisle with his cane, but what’s the fun in that? I wanted all our guests to marvel at him, to see how beautifully helpless he’d become thanks to my constant love and attention.

I couldn’t wait for all his old high friends to see him like this. I knew that Landon would freak out when I told him about the guest list, but he’d go along with it. He always did.

“Yes, Joe! I’ll marry you! I…” He started to cough. His red cheeks got redder. Then he burped right into my face. The ring popped out of his mouth.

I picked it up and slid the wet ring onto his chubby finger.

"I'm yours," he said as he finished his muffin.

The End.

Thanks for reading! You can find all my stories here.

[rallamajoop]

An absurdly detailed analysis of That One Soldat Photo

Hang around wintersberg fandom long enough, and you'll likely run into a popular crack-theory that, since Heisenberg obviously thinks that building a set of huge, yellow-painted signposts is a good way to point Ethan to the Stronghold, maybe it's Heisenberg who's been leaving all those handy, yellow-painted supply crates all over the place for Ethan to find! It's exactly the kind of fun nonsense I'd enjoy if it didn't feel folks are starting to take it a little too literally (by which I mean I have now read multiple fics in which it's played completely straight ‒ and, like, people do get that it's just a crack theory, right? Like, why would Heisenberg have left so many yellow crates around his own damn factory? Look, you don't have to explain every last game mechanic, not everything is lore!)

But as anyone reading my own fic would know, I'm guilty of echoing the idea that Heisenberg-was-leaving-stuff-for-Ethan myself ‒ just not because of any yellow-striped crates. No, I'm way more interested in this one weird soldat-photo you can find in the village ‒ long hours before you'll ever see your first Soldat in the flesh...

Very creepy. And if you turn it over, you'll find a clue to a puzzle you'll have to solve in order to progress.

(And of course, when you do look out the window, odds are you'll get jump-scared by a lycan just when you're focused on the numbers, because RE8 loves that sort of misdirection ‒ but I digress.)

Anyway, the code you can see out the window will open a safe containing a jack handle you'll need to move a vehicle in the village, as well as the M1911 pistol (which will very likely be your go-to handgun for the rest of the game). The game is full of conveniently-helpful clues like that (heck, most games are), often with no obvious Watsonian justification. And there are other photos around the village ‒ Luiza has a whole photo album ‒ but photos of experiments created by Miranda and her lords don't generally turn up outside their own territory.

For a player exploring the village for the first time, that photo is a lovely little bit of foreshadowing, hinting at monsters and factory stages to come. But on replaying with full knowledge of Heisenberg's later attempts to get Ethan on his side, that Soldat photo is just enough to make you go, huh... did Heisenberg leave that for Ethan? Like, on purpose?

You can find another copy of that photo later, in Heisenberg's factory, along with his notes on his early series Soldat experiments. Which doesn't really prove anything beyond the fact that assets exist to be reused... but it does at least make it pretty canon that Heisenberg has photos of his Soldats sitting around.

Possibly also significant: both the clue photo and the factory documents are tagged 'geekmemo' in the game files. Most everything related to Heisenberg in the files is labeled 'geek'-something ‒ it seems to be an early nickname for his character that lasted well into production. Everything in the factory is geek-something, even the model for the passageway from the altar to the bridge is labeled 'pathtogeek'. Considering that so many soldat-related assets are already labeled 'geek', maybe that 'geekmemo' tag doesn't really tell us anything we don't already know ‒ but it certainly doesn't work against the idea that Heisenberg wrote that 'memo' himself.

Besides, it's not like there isn't precedent for this kind of thing. RE7 had a whole mechanic where you'd have to find 'treasure photos' pointing out the location of a few rare and useful items, all with "I hid something here" written on the back. We're never explicitly told who left those photos lying around, but it's obviously Lucas: he loves playing games, he loves taunting prisoners with the possibility of escape, and who else would it be? The complete population of the Baker mansion is like 6 people and a bunch of semi-sentient mould.

Over in RE8, there are a lot more village resident who might have left that clue lying around. Like it or not though, Heisenberg is very much RE8's equivalent of Lucas: the family's wildcard show-boater who loves making Ethan jump through hoops for his amusement. So how does the game let us know it was Heisenberg who left this particular clue? Well, who else would leave a message on the back of a Soldat photo?

There's may be additional supporting evidence Heisenberg could be involved ‒ most notably the location, being a locked-off cul-de-sac labeled 'Workshop' on signs and maps. The area is full of metal junk very much like you'll later see lying around the factory.

The workshop location does have other relevance ‒ it makes sense that you'd find the jack handle in the village workshop, whether Heisenberg was involved or not. But it also stands to reason that if there's anywhere in the village proper where Heisenberg might hang around and leave clues for Ethan, the workshop is it. And you have to admit that leaving Ethan useful stuff in a safe along with an easy clue that will likely get him jumped by a lycan is 100% more in-character for the guy than just leaving useful stuff out in the open, even if it doesn't really prove anything either.

There's one more weird-little does-this-mean-anything detail: there are three dead crows near the safe too.

It's not the first time in the game you've seen dead crows (there were a bunch outside the village, and I've talked about what that might mean in the context of Miranda's cult before). But I don't remember finding any others around the village itself, other than in this one spot. And instead of being hung from trees like a ritual sacrifice, these ones are just dead ‒ messily, and with blood everywhere.

Now, maybe it doesn't mean anything, but is there anyone in the village more likely to vent his frustrations by violently killing a few of Mother Miranda's avian avatars than Heisenberg? I'd think not.

In conclusion: I still don't think all those yellow crates have anything to do with Heisenberg. And I still don't know for sure whether the RE8 development team wanted me to assume that Heisenberg left Ethan that photo, jack handle and gun. I don't know if we're supposed to read that Heisenberg keeps a workshop in the village and sometimes kills crows out of spite. But the evidence sure does point that way ‒ and it's as valid an interpretation as anything else you might take from this game.

[white-sinner]

the curtain opens on the side characters

Barbatos x male dancer reader

Smut

A/N:Hi everyone, I'm back! sorry for the absence but school kept me really busy but now the hard period is over so I can go back to posting💜

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ok you two would be one of the nicest and most responsible couples in the Devil dom (and anyway you would practically become Diavolo's second dad)🍰

at the beginning of the exchange program of the exchange program, Barbatos felt neutral towards you, no feelings in particular, which will change later on

the fact that you were in hell as an exchange student did not stop you from continuing your sport i.e. dance is one evening while you were training in the RAD gym when you heard someone clapping at the end of your performance, it was Barbatos who was left behind school to search for some documents of some students

Barbatos: you were really good I saw some nobles who are not even close to your level of dancing

M/N:thanks but what are you doing here at this time?

Barbatos: I came to get some documents

M/N: do you want a hand?

Barbatos: If it's not a bother, a little company would be nice

Barbatos doesn't talk much about his feelings, the only one who knew was Diavolo and since Barbatos had taken care of him since he was little it didn't take a genius to get Diavolo to understand that his trusted butler had a crush on him for the male human dancer of the exchange program

obviously Lord Diavolo couldn't ignore the situation so not only did he get involved but he also involved Lucifer to help you and Barbatos in your love poem

obviously after a while your relationship evolved (and thanks to the help of Lord Devil) Barbatos confesses in a very refined way, inviting you to drink tea with him after a delicious tea made by him, he gave you a bouquet of roses and he gave you a beautiful romantic speech

once you were an official couple no one at RAD had the courage to do anything bad to you knowing Barbatos' power

obviously Lucifer put the brothers in line by saying that they couldn't try to flirt or try to steal from Barbatos since Barbatos was Lord Devil's faithful butler and friend anyway

it wasn't uncommon to see you helping Barbatos in his work at the palace but you weren't bothered since you were with Barbatos anyway

your dates with Barbatos were having tea with him, walking the streets of the Devil dom, dancing with him or him admiring you practicing your dance choreographies

You can swear that Barbatos is at every one of your performances or dance competitions. This man is super supportive when it comes to your passion

SMUT

Barbatos' favorite thing is how your body is flexible and since you were a dancer your body was perfect to be put in a thousand different positions

in your sex sessions Barbatos is always gentle and makes sure you are comfortable as his cock slowly enters your little hole while you moan

obviously before starting he lubricates your hole with his sperm which was practically equivalent to a lubricant from the human world being that the sperm of demons was very sense and slippery

his movements inside you were slow but satisfying the shape of his cock could be seen in your belly

obviously if you ask him to be faster and more aggressive he will satisfy you...but let's say that the next day you might end up like this ⬇️

obviously after each round he stops to check if everything is in order before continuing

Barbatos: you are doing so well my beautiful and poseable little dancer~

as for aftercare, they are literally a paradise descended into hell, he prepares a hot bath for you, delicately dressing you in his clothes, then he puts you in bed and feeds you some food prepared by him while he cuddled you

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[fandom-roulette-wheel]

Putting out my Toto conspiracy theory because this is such an insane level of blatant withholding there’s no way there’s not more to him-

Okay so some other people have noticed that we have almost no information in Toto other than some very thin slices he’s provided and what Ron has deduced.

So here’s my theory:

The facts:

Toto is suspiciously bad at a job that he should not have otherwise been given without qualifying for it.

He almost never talks about himself or his past

Ron deducted that he must have grown up in a refined environment and was spoiled

He grew up with his grandparents

His age is constantly censored or left out of identifying documents and promo material related to the manga and anime, including the chapters in which they celebrated his birthday

He acts as a coil, constantly providing Ron with motivation and opening up his ability to move on or investigate when he would otherwise have looked something over or not been able to proceed

Which all seems far too convenient when we look at the broader scope of things.

So I have two theories here actually and this does contain spoilers for the most recent chapters so proceed with caution-

Toto is working for Alice specifically and before you get all puffy about it HEAR ME OUT:

if not for Toto, Ron wouldn’t have started investigating again, which would would have never lead to him confronting Elliot, ultimately leading to his downfall- something that also never would have happened without Toto being present and injured at the time.

Ron only knows what Toto has given him: very obvious clues that tell a story so he doesn’t have to.

Alice also has a lot of candid photos of Ron, which could have only been taken by someone close to him.

Now mind you I hate this theory personally. Toto to me is a ball of genuine fluff and must be protected at all costs but he’s just too convenient.

Which leads me to my second theory, which has started forming within the last few chapter releases (somewhere around 150-153)

Toto is working for Ron’s mother.

Mainly spurred on by the fact that in both correspondences she has sent to Ron, she has singled out Toto specifically. Now this could be just a mom worrying for the safety of her child’s only close friend but it seems odd.

“I’m glad you get along so well with Isshiki-san but you can’t keep selfishly dragging him along”

Okay fair, she’s smart, she knows what’s going on is life or death and that Toto always gets pulled into these things

BUT THEN she sends Kiku over with a message to “Give Totomaru her best” without giving Ron anything else and I’m not going to lie guys my theory is now leaning more heavily into the Toto is working for Alice territory because this seems like

A) she was trying to encourage Ron to leave Toto out of things which means she may know he’s connected in some way

B) a threat not a well wish, “I know what you’re doing and good luck with that”

And I hope to all deities and non-deities that exist that this is just my crazy conspiracy theory board and that Toto is just baby okay? But I can’t help but to wonder…