#delphis writing room

[delphispoeticals]

THE SUMMER OF ‘89 MASTERLIST

dancer!steve harrington x fem!reader

blurb: you decided to go off on a whim and spend the summer with your cousins at some bougie resort in the hamptons called Herring & Co. known for their phenomenal smoked red herring dish and their beautiful new york coastal sights. thinking that you were going to be surrounded by a bunch pretentious assholes, you kept your excitement to your yourself. but, on this expense-free-trip your expectations are exceeded rather than met with the undercover raunchy nightlife and the people you meet along this month-long trip. but that’s not all… when the partner of the resorts hunkiest dance instructor makes a dramatic fall, your trip begins to get a whole lot more interesting.

warning: +18 minors dni — vulgar language, dirty dancing relations, bumping n grinding, sexual tension, eventual smut, steve being patrick swayze level sexy, slight classism, tommy h, lumax, and erica sinclair’s mouth.

note: i watched dirty dancing and my mind went to immediate WORK. it’s not going to be exactly like dirty dancing but it’s heavily inspired. HEAVILY!

now playing… Johnny’s Mambo

COMING SOON!

001. Bodies, Bodies, Bodies (Bumpin’ and Grindin’)

002. —

003. —

(and more)

[delphi-dreamin]

Y'know what? Let's see if we can post this here.

Lighting practice with Delphi! Here's the color palette I used:

I loved every bit of doing this drawing. That handprint gave me some grief, but I love how it turned out! Anyway, let me know what you think!

Taglist: @sassykattery @bite-sized-devil @sparkbeast20 @kyungjoon-do @attic-club-sandwich @consolationblog

[lord-squiggletits]

I think the key component to my personal reading of post-Delphi Pharma is that he's trying to be a horrible person on purpose. Not "on purpose" in the way that people have free will to exercise their own choices, but in that Pharma's "mad doctor" persona is a performance he puts on to deliberately embrace how much everyone else hates him. Basically, if people already think you're a "bad Autobot" and a horrible doctor who just kills his patients for fun, why try to prove otherwise to people who have already made up their minds about you? Just fully embrace the fact that people see you as an asshole. Don't try to change their minds. Don't plead for their forgiveness or understanding. Just stop caring. If you're going to be remembered as a monster, you might as well be a memorable monster, and eke as much pleasure and hedonism as you can out of it before karma catches up to you and you inevitably crash and burn.

I mean, I guess you could just go the route of "Oh, Pharma was always a fucked up creepy guy and Delphi was just him taking the mask off," but I really don't like that interpretation because, for one, it feels really wrong to take a character like Pharma becoming evil under duress and going, "Oh well clearly he did the things he did because he was evil all along," as if somehow Pharma breaking under blackmail/torture/threat of horrible death was a sign of him having poor moral character. As opposed to, you know, suffering under the very real threat of horrible death for himself and everyone he cares about while being manipulated by a guy who specializes in psychological torture.

The second reason is that it just doesn't make sense to write Pharma as having been evil all along. I mean...

Occam's Razor says that the best argument is the one with the simplest explanation. Doesn't it make way more sense to take Pharma's appearances in flashbacks, his friendship with Ratchet, his stunning medical accomplishments, and the few we see of him speaking kindly/sympathetically (or in the least charitable interpretation, at least professionally) towards his patients and conclude "This guy was just a normal person, if exceptionally talented." Taking all of these flashback appearances at face value and assuming Pharma was being genuine/honest is a way simpler and more logical explanation than trying to argue that Pharma for the past 4 million years was just faking being a good doctor/person. I mean, it's possible within the realm of headcanon, but the fact is Pharma's appearances in the story are so brief that there simply wasn't room in the story for there to be some sort of secret conspiracy/hidden manipulation behind why Pharma acted the way he did in the past.

I just can't help but look at things like Pharma's friendship with Ratchet (himself a good person and usually a fine judge of character) and the fact that even post-Delphi, pretty much every single mention of Pharma comes with some mention of "He was a good doctor for most of his life" or "He was making major headways in research [before he started killing patients]" which implies that even the Autobots themselves see Pharma's villainy as a recent turn in his life compared to how for "most of his life" he "used to be" a good doctor.

And although Pharma doesn't know this, we as the readers (and even other characters like Rung) know about Aequitas technology and the fact that it actually works, so... if Pharma really was an unrepentant murderer, why couldn't he get through the forcefield too? The Aequitas forcefield doesn't require that a person be completely morally pure and free of wrongdoing or else how could Tyrest get through, just that they feel a sense of inner peace and lack feelings of guilt. Pharma has murdered and tortured people by this point, and put on quite a campy and theatrical show of how much he sees it as a fun game, so why then can he not get through?

It circles back to my headcanon at the start of this post that the "mad doctor" persona is just that-- a persona. Delphi/post-Delphi Pharma's laughing madman personality is just so far removed from every flashback we saw of him and everything we can infer based on how other people see/saw him before that, to me, the mad doctor act is (at least in large part, if not fully) a persona that Pharma puts on to put his villainy in the forefront.

To avoid an overly simplistic/ableist take, I don't think Tarn tortured Pharma into turning crazy. To me, it's more like the constant pressure of death by horrific torture, the feeling of martyrdom as Pharma kept secret that he was the only one standing between Delphi and annihilation, the physical isolation of Messatine as well as the emotional separation from Ratchet, being forced to violate his medical oaths (pretty much the only thing Pharma's entire life has been about), etc. All of that combined traumatized Pharma to the point that the only way he could avoid cracking was to just stop caring about all of it. Because at least then, even if he's still murdering patients to save Delphi from a group of sadistic freaks, Pharma doesn't have to feel guilty and sick about doing it. As opposed to the alternatives, which were probably either going off the deep end and killing himself to escape, or confessing to what he did and getting jailed for it.

In that light, Pharma becoming a mad doctor makes sense. It avoids the bad writing tropes of "oh this character who was good his entire life was actually just evil and really good at hiding it" as well as "oh he got tortured and went crazy that's why he's so random and silly and killing people, he's crazy" and instead frames Pharma's evil as something he was forced into, to the point where in order to avoid a full psychological breakdown and keep defending Delphi, he just had to stop caring about the sanctity of life or about what other people might think of him.

Then, of course, the actual Delphi episode happens, and Pharma's own lifelong best friend Ratchet basically spits in his face and sees him as nothing more than a crazy murderer who went rogue from being a good Autobot. Then Pharma gets his hands cut off and left to die on Messatine. At that point, Pharma has not only been mentally/emotionally broken into losing his feelings of compassion, he's received the message loud and clear: He is alone. Everyone hates him. Not even his own best friend likes him any more. No one even cared enough about him to check if he actually died or not. He will only ever be remembered as a doctor who went insane and killed his patients.

So in the light of 1. Having all of your redeeming qualities be squeezed out of you one by one for the sake of survival and 2. Having your reputation and all of your positive relationships be destroyed and 3. People only know/care about you as "that doctor who became evil and killed his patients" rather than the millions of years of good service that came before.

What else is there to do but internalize the fact that you'll forever be seen as a monster and a freak, and embrace it? People already see you as a murderer for that blackmail deal you did, so why not become an actual murderer and just start killing people on a whim? People already see you as an irredeemable monster who puts a stain on the Autobot name, so why beg for their forgiveness when you could just shun them back? You've already become a murderer, a traitor, and a horrible doctor, so what's a few more evil acts added to the pile? It's not like anyone will ever forgive you or love you ever again.

Why care? Why try to hold on to your principles of compassion, kindness, medical ethics, when an entire lifetime of being a good person did nothing to save you from blackmail and then abandonment? Why put yourself through the emotional agony of feeling lonely, guilty, miserable, when you could just... stop caring, and not hurt any more?

[bite-sized-devil]

Yandere Beelzebub headcanons

Warning: 18+ content MDNI pretty please & fuck off. AFAB reader x Beelzebub. Possessive behaviour, somnophilia, dub con, oral female receiving, fingering, stalking. Let me know if I've missed something. 🌻

Taglist: @delphi-dreamin @sassykattery @alexxavicry @your-next-daydream @rosanism @marvelous-maniac @kyungjoon-do @ria-demon29 @itsmeninerz @allielozoya @spookyscaryskeletonn @zarakem @tea-time-writes @yuujispinkhair @attic-club-sandwich @whimsiecat @bontensbabygirl @lostsomewhereinthegarden @simpsations @randomnerdthingz @weeb24555

Yandere Beelzebub who's never been in love or interested in it until you show up. Well, hat's what he tells you to explain his actions. He needs to be near you, smell you, feel you, taste you, be inside you, consume you every second of every day.

Yandere Beelzebub who is so possessive of you he has installed an app on your phone that lets him know who you're texting, calling, where you are and what you google.

Yandere Beelzebub that tells you to go change your outfit when you come out of your bathroom after getting ready for your date. Saying it's too revealing, he doesn't want anyone else looking at you like they want to touch what's his. That's his ass, his pair of tits, and his pussy. Now go change before he fucks that pretty little mouth of your to remind you who you belong to.

Yandere Beelzebub that is so manipulitive! Saying everything he does is for you, so he can protect you, look after you. He's all you need, all you'll ever need. Is he not enough for you?

Yandere Beelzebub who before you got together hides in your wardrobe while you get changed, phone out on record so he can fuck his fist to the video of you prancing around your room in nothing but a pair of lace panties.

Yandere Beelzebub that steals your panties from your room and sneaks then back into your clothes hamper when he's finished with them. They only seem to go missing after you masterbate? Funny that.

Yandere Beelzebub who comes into your room late at night to watch you sleep, caressing your face, leaning down to smell your hair and lick your soft skin. He pulls the sheet down till it bunches around your ankles, eyes glued to your bare lower half. Your night shirt has lifted in your sleep it sits high up on your stomach, one of your legs is bent at the knee giving him a nice view of your pussy. He grabs your other leg and moves it so it mirrors it's twin. Each night he gets more bold because you never wake up. He's done this almost every night since you got here. His fingers slide between your folds and he hears you moan, your legs twitch as if to close but he holds them still. You get wet so fast when he touches you like this, he wonders who your dreaming about while he does this. His fingers pinch your clit a little too hard at the thought of it being anyone but him and he watches your head jerk to the side while you cry out in your sleep. Removing his fingers from your cute little cunt and replaces them with his mouth he forces the groan in his chest to stay there as your sweet tasting slick hits his tongue. Wanting nothing more then to throw your legs over his shoulder and devour your sweet pussy.... but he can't have you wake up! He's not sure how you'd react to finding him between your thighs. So he takes his time. Flattening his big tongue and licking a strip from your core to your clit. Swirling his tongue around your little pearl and sucking softly while slowing pumping two fingers in and out of you. Almost loosing his mind when you moan his name and cum on his face.

Yandere Beelzebub who threatens anyone who upsets you and kills anyone who causes you harm or lays a hand on you. No one better fuck with what's his.

Yandere Beelzebub who is always nearby, it's understandable when you're in the same class together or you're having dinner at HOL. But everywhere you look there he is, and when you can't see him you can feel his presence. When you catch him watching you he never looks away, he just holds your gaze until you break it. Like he wants you to know he's watching you.

There is something about this demon man that drives me a little feral. And a Yandere version of him? I'm sorry but I just had to. He is a demon after all so he can't be sweet and loving all the time. Fam he's big... BIG! I want him to consume my soul, I offer it willingly.

[attic-club-sandwich]

hii! it’s me again, i loved the last simeon fix you made, your writing is so good! if it’s okay with you i wanted to ask how do you think the brothers would comfort a gn mc that has anxiety often? more like, physical anxiety like heart palpitations than emotional. thanks again for the last fic you made!!

Ahh hello! I'm so glad that you liked the Simeon fic!! I honestly loved writing it, he's so soft and gentle I was so glad someone requested him for the series 💞 So you are very welcome! lol

And Lucky for you I am the queen of anxiety and often think about this exact scenario lmao so to me, the brothers would be so supportive and understanding towards an MC who experiences the unfortunate physical (and emotional) symptoms of anxiety. Forgive me i went wild with this lol I based a lot of this off of my own experiences with anxiety and panic attacks. Also some techniques that i've either tried or heard work really well! I hope you like! Please feel free to send requests whenever you want! 💜

CW for general anxiety/depression, panic attacks, being sick (implied; very mild).

Taglist: @amberrskiies, @obey-me-posts, @sassykattery, @delphi-dreamin, @bite-sized-devil, @a-hidden-gem @otomefoxystar, @marvelous-maniac, @nonbinary-disaster, @selfmadender, @animeismyhappyplace, @vampire-tr4mp, @ana-dear, @gaychaosgremlin, @sidgethegamer, @meiloorun-tea, @temnuk0

Lucifer:

Lucifer has kept a close eye on you from Day 1 of your stay in the Devildom.

Therefore, when you aren't acting like your usual self, he notices.

You had come home from RAD that day and immediately went to your room, not saying a word. You usually hang out in the living room with him and his brothers after school.

Lucifer shoos his worried brothers away and beelines to your room, giving your door a soft knock.

When he enters, you are sat on your bed, knees to chest with your head buried between.

"MC, are you alright?"

At the sound of his voice, your shoulders begin to shake, and your breathing becomes gradually heavier.

You glance up at him and shake your head, clearly unable to speak at the moment as your breathing speeds up at an alarming pace.

Lucifer is by your side instantly, rubbing small circles onto your back as your chest heaves.

"Shh, my dear. I'm right here with you. Concentrate on your breathing. Deep and slow."

He understands this is a panic attack, as he has experienced his own. He has also spent countless times talking his brothers through theirs.

He knows all too well the feeling of helplessness as the irrational fear takes over your body.

Unfortunately, this was not an uncommon thing for him.

You take in deep, shuddering breaths, tears rolling down your cheeks as you try to focus on his touch.

"Thats it, MC, just like that. You're doing well."

Finally, after a few moments, your breathing slows back down to normal.

He continues to sit with you, his hand never leaving your back as you come down from the adrenaline of the attack.

"S-Sorry Luci..." you sob, wiping away your tears.

He shakes his head, pulling you into his chest.

"You have no reason to apologize. Let's go to my room for awhile, shall we?"

Of course he spends the rest of the evening focused on you.

He brings you dinner, runs you a bath, and tucks you into bed.

Lucifer never leaves your side.

He wishes he could just tuck you into his wings and hide you away from everything that would mean to do you harm.

Mammon

As the 2nd oldest, he also is used to comforting his younger siblings.

When the two of you are out at an unusually busy night at the casino, you begin to feel overwhelmed.

He doesn't notice at first, but when you run off mumbling something about "needing the bathroom", he immediately chases after you.

"Yo, MC! Are ya ok?" he asks from outside the bathroom door.

He can hear you coughing and he no longer hesitates to burst through the door.

You are sat on the floor in front of the toilet, hugging the bowl and looking very pale and sweaty.

He runs to you, placing his hand on your back.

Only then does he feel how hard you are trembling.

"M-Mammon...go away..." you choke out, tears rolling down your cheeks.

"No way in hell am I leavin' ya."

He helps you up, closing the toilet lid and plopping you down on top.

Your shoulders are heaving as you try to catch your breath.

He also notices how bad your hands are shaking as your fingers grasp at the hem of your shirt.

Shit, he thinks. They're havin' a panic attack?!

"s'okay, try to breathe, MC." he says, managing to keep his voice low and calm.

You nod, grasping hard at his hand.

He squeezes, his golden gaze focused intently on you.

"Keep breathin' and count to 5 with me, okay?"

You count together as you take slow, deep breaths in and out.

Eventually, your breathing begins to slow back down to normal.

When you can stand again, Mammon holds you steady and guides you out of the Casino.

"Let's go home for the night, the Great Mammon will take good care of ya."

Once you're home again, the exhaustion from the evening takes over and you find it hard to stay awake.

Thankfully, Mammon is there to help you into your pajamas and to get you settled into bed for the night.

He only leaves your side long enough to go grab you some snacks and water from the kitchen.

Mammon will always uphold his promise.

He is not leaving you anytime soon.

Leviathan:

If there's one thing you and Levi have in common, it's anxiety.

As you've grown closer, he has become very in tune with when you are feeling anxious.

He invited you to his room for a game night with everyone, but he immediately noticed something was off.

If he's being honest, he was barely concentrating on any of the games.

All he could focus on was you.

You lock eyes with him, and he can tell by the expression on your face and your body language that you are feeling overstimulated.

Which is understandable.

The sound of the brothers yelling overtop each other and the music from the game is usually enough to send him over the edge on a bad day.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he pulls it out to see a text from you.

"Levi, I think I need to step out for a minute."

He glances up to see you are already heading out the door.

Of course, he follows you. He needs to check up on his Henry.

He finds you outside his room, sitting on the floor with your back against the wall

"MC? Are you going to be okay?"

You shake your head as your lip begins to tremble.

He sits down next to you as you begin to cry.

You lean your head into his shoulder as your hands wrap tightly around his arm.

"Hey, MC it's going to be okay. Remember what I told you before?"

Your breathing is growing heavier, and your heart is pounding hard in your chest.

"Focus on the things you can see, smell, and feel."

You nod, attempting to fight through the fog in your brain to focus on something. Anything.

Levi watches as you use the grounding techniques he taught you.

He wraps one arm around your back, pulling you gently into him as you finally begin to calm down again.

"You did great, MC! I'm proud of you."

You give him a small smile as he kisses the top of your head.

"T-Thank you Levi. I love you."

He blushes as he buries his face into your hair.

"Let's just hang out here for awhile. I was getting pretty overwhelmed too. A-And I love you too by the way!"

Satan:

Sometimes Satan's mood has a habit of rubbing off on you.

When he's particularly annoyed about something (that something usually being Lucifer), you also find yourself growing irritable.

One day, as he is going off about something that Lucifer had said that morning, you can't take it anymore.

You can feel the anxiety building in your chest, tense and heavy.

"Satan, shut up!" you explode, digging your fingers into your hair in frustration.

The Avatar of Wrath is taken aback by your outburst.

"M-MC? I-I'm sorry, i didn't mean..."

"J-Just stop! I-I can't.... take it....anymore..."

You almost seem as if you can't catch your breath.

Then He finally realizes you are beginning to panic.

"Oh, MC..." he breathes, rushing over to your side.

The two of you had been in the HOL library, and the book you were reading slides off of your lap.

Your hands are trembling, and your face is hot with anger.

But you don't even know why you're angry.

All you can do is cry.

Satan has learned a lot from his brothers when it comes to this kind of thing.

"Let's focus together, MC. We both need to take deep breaths. Are you ready?"

You aren't ready. You're pissed off, and you want him to know it.

But you breathe with him anyways.

It surprises you every time how quickly the brain fog dissipates after your breathing exercises.

The sensation of Satan's hand rubbing your arm also helps a little.

"That's it, MC. You're going to be just fine."

You nod, your eyes fluttering shut as you focus on the feeling of his fingers running up and down your skin.

"How about you listen to me read this book I'm currently reading? I think you'll like it."

You open one eye to look at him and he's grinning.

When Satan smiles, you can't stop yourself from smiling too.

Asmodeus

Asmo absolutely adores you.

Even the parts of you that you don't think should be adored.

You had a shopping spree planned at the Devildom Mall for the past week now, and today was finally the day.

The two of you had spent hours already going in and out of stores, and you had quite the haul to bring home.

However, by the end you were quite tired and it was getting busier and busier in the mall.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Asmo asks, noticing the shift in your normally bubbly disposition.

Your hands are beginning to shake as you exit the final store.

"I-I um, I-I think...I need to stop for a minute." You stutter, your mouth suddenly very dry.

Asmo guides you over to a bench to sit.

He notices your knee begins to bounce at a steady rate.

Your face is flushed.

And you definitely don't look like you're about to pass out.

"Woah, honey it's going to be okay! Just look at me."

You lock eyes with him, his concerned face looking back at you.

But he remains calm. He knows exactly what to do.

"That's it. Now let's take some deep breaths."

You inhale as you scan Asmo's face .

You exhale as you think about how pretty he is.

His charm doesn't work on you, yet he has such a calming presence and it's exactly what you need.

You take a few more breaths when you notice he's been holding your hands in his this whole time.

You feel bad thinking about how sweaty they are.

"Oh, MC, are you starting to feel better?"

You nod graciously, your eyes never leaving his.

You're afraid if you look away, you might start to panic again.

Asmo smiles at you as he helps you to your feet.

"Let's head home now, MC! I'm dying for a bath. Care to join me?"

Asmo runs you the warmest bath you can stand, and makes sure to add in his favorite lavender bath bomb to help soothe you.

He treats you like you're at his own personal spa.

Not only is he the Avatar of Lust, he's the king of self care.

Beelzebub

One thing about Beel is that he loves his family.

And you're part of his family now, so he feels it's important to protect you.

Even if it is your own head that you need protected from.

Beel is also one that's familiar with anxiety/panic attacks.

He's helped Belphie through them countless times since their fall into the Devildom.

So when he sees you with your head down in the RAD cafeteria, and food untouched, he's worried.

He heads your way and takes the seat next to you.

"MC, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

You nod, unable to lift your head to meet his gaze.

He notices how you are beginning to tremble; your shoulders shaking as the telltale sign that you're starting to cry.

His hand presses against your back, hoping he can somehow hold you together.

"MC... what happened?"

You finally glance up at him, tears running down your cheeks.

"I-I f-failed my stupid exam... L-Lucifer is g-gonna kill me..."

Beel's heart sinks.

Of course Lucifer wouldn't actually kill you.

And it's really not the end of the world to fail a test.

That's why there's make up exams.

But he knows you aren't thinking clearly right now.

And he can practically hear your heart beating out of your chest.

"MC. What did you buy for lunch?"

You hiccup, looking up at him in confusion.

"T-This isn't about lunch, Beel."

He nods, continuing to rub your back.

"They have the spicy rainbow pizza today. Did you try it?"

You shake your head, glancing at your tray of untouched food.

Beel picks up the slice and offers you a bite.

The pizza of course is spicy. Really spicy.

You cough, taking a drink of the soda you had abandoned.

You turned to yell at Beel when you realized you were starting to feel better.

"Are you feeling better? I heard foods with strong flavors can help ease off an attack."

You nod, unsure if you want to laugh or continue crying.

Afterwards, Beel takes you home for the day.

He is another one that refuses to eave your side until you're feeling better.

You insist you aren't hungry, but he suggests cuddling in a Twin Sandwich later that night.

Of course you can't resist his offer.

Especially since he's already carrying you bridal style to his bedroom.

Belphegor

Belphie is usually the one being consoled rather than the one doing the consoling.

He feels awkward sometimes when it comes to comforting his brothers.

He doesn't think that he's good at it.

But when you first come to him with a problem, it feels different.

The two of you had fallen asleep together in the attic one night after dinner.

At one point, you began to toss and turn, small whimpers escaping your lips.

Your erratic movements manage to wake Belphie from his deep sleep.

"Mm..MC..? You okay?"

He's still half asleep as he rubs his eyes.

Your breathing is heavy as you roll towards him, unable to escape whatever plagues your dreams.

As soon as Belphie realizes you are having a nightmare, he's shaking your shoulders trying to wake you up.

"Hey MC, wake up now okay?"

You cry out as you finally come back to consciousness, the haunting images already fading away from your mind.

But you can't stop the panic that begins to overwhelm you.

You begin to cry as Belphie stares wide eyed, unsure of what he should do.

The only thing he can manage to do is wrap you up in his arms.

"I'm here, MC...it's okay. I'll keep you safe."

Your forehead is slick with sweat as you try to shake the violent feeling of doom from your shoulders.

"B-Belphie, p-please don't l-leave..."

The Avatar of Sloth squeezes you tighter as he strokes the back of your head

The sensation of his fingers running through your hair is comforting.

It gives you something to focus on and hold on to.

"Shh, angel. Deep breaths. I'm not going anywhere. Now take deep breaths with me."

You rest your head against his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he takes deep breaths in and out.

You follow his lead, taking a few moments to focus on your breathing.

Belphie is patient with you as you come down from your panic.

"If you're up for it, let's go take a walk in the garden and look at the stars together. We'll be sure to have good dreams afterwards."

You hesitate for a moment, your eyes heavy with exhaustion.

But the feeling of the cool night air against your feverish skin and laying under the stars with Belphie is too good to pass up.

[ikkosu]

HELLO HELLO!! I hear you wanted some pharma or prowl. I have brought to you a request about pharma. Pharma with a reader whos studying to be a doctor/nurse? Maybe Pharma can tell the reader whats it like to be a cybertronian medic while reader can tell Pharma what they've been learning! Thank you btw, love your writings!!!

STUDY PARTNER

author’s note : thank you!! your words mean so much to me <3 I hope you don’t mind me adding a bit to that ask ! I had a lot of fun writing this and I’m not very versed in cybertronian biology so I tried (made up stuff that seems plausible but really just made up stuff)

summary : pharma’s darling pet is learning to be a medic and he’s appalled.short little fic.

warnings : none. fluff + playful banter. pre-delphi-tarn Pharma.

He almost pierced himself with the scalpel when he heard you over the comms, babbling about studying to be a medic and what gives.

A human medic, learning about Cybertronian biology? He couldn’t focus. Whatever you’re ranting about goes through one processor then the other. He’s more baffled that you’re already at your fourth year.

Primus, how’d this get out of hand?

Now, he’s forty feet off the ground, zooming towards your living space. Never mind the cold expanse of Messatine, this problem needed to be dealt with and quick. He approaches the organic area.

The suburban house comes into view and he catches sight of your open window; the dim glow of the yellow lights spooled out amidst the night. He’ll have to remind you to be more careful with security. But that can wait.

In the process of trying to fly into your window, really he’ll just destroy the damn wall to get in, the top of his wings were caught in the fully drawn blinds by a mere inch, and he scrambled, landing face-first into the cold floorboard of your room.

Not the safe landing he’d prefer to be honest. A shadow casts over him, he groans, and raises his helm to see your bare feet, trail it up to your shorts, your loose shirt then the deadpan of your face with a quirked brow. You’re clutching a myriad of books, papers sticking out, and your hair is a mess. You’re studying for the upcoming exams, no doubt.

“You know, there’s this thing.” You began, stepping over the large jet to head towards your desk, pulling the chair back and plopping your self on it. “It’s ahh, made of mahogany wood, six feet inches tall, with this thing called a metal knob — theres a door, Pharma.”

He stands up, dusting himself off. “I had to take drastic measures. And I will not lose another minute trying to get through your door. You never told me you were studying to be a medic, much less the year you were in. Did you realize how much remorse you’ve put me through?”

You look over your shoulder, brow quirked, “I told you five times max. Even the week before your conference. What did you think I was doing this whole time you were at work? For four years, Pharma. Were you even listening?”

He huffs defensively, wings drawn up, haughty. “I was….busy,”

“Then that’s your loss.”

“You could’ve at least chosen Delphi as your transfer why Teran?” He says, almost offended at the prospect. That’s because he is. Why choose some old, decrepit hospital when you can work in the best of the best? He’ll have to pull some strings to get you to the top and close to him.

You throw him a look. “Because I want to?”

“You can’t simply decide things on a whim, dear. Impulse seems to be your greatest friend, somehow. Listen to me when I say there’s plenty of vile cybertronians there. Even worse, you’re a female, human, medic. At some point, they’ll take advantage of your squishy form and—“

“Pharma, it’s an organic friendly hospital.” You sigh. “It’s not like the discrimination in Delphi is any better. Look, if you’re here to bother me, the window is always open. I have an exam tomorrow and I’m not wasting time trying to one up you.”

That shuts him up and you turn back to your studies, crinkling your face at the paper. If you were a lot let haggard he’d chastise your indecency towards him. But instead, he saunters close to your desk, eyeing the schedule taped on your wall, the cluttered books on the table, pens, markers, spooling about.

He halts behind your chair, narrowing his eyes, craning over your shoulder, digits impatiently tapping the metal that is his arm. You try to ignore it and focus yourself with sorting out your study cards. Circuit modules, know that. Gestation tank, yup—

Tink, tink, tink. Your eyes twitch. Oh, this bastard. As you were about to chew him off, he jabs a digit at your table and you look. It’s your past paper.

“That is incorrect,’’ He mumbles, “That too. This one is Nodulic System Array. This one is the letter B. And that—“ He swipes it off your desk to get a better look. “—Is also incorrect.”

You tilt your head, furrowed your brows and thought for a while. “It’s not coolant? Don’t you guys have engines needed to be cooled down by coolant like cars do?”

“That’s true….sometimes….” He trails off. “Coolant is used in the situation where a major component is damage. In that case, cooling fans. That is the main component and an per your question, overheating leads to several repercussions—“

“Wait, wait wait—“ You lean over your desk and scribble some more notes on the pad.

Seriously? He’s lecturing and you’re not even listening?

“Write the notes later, dear. Listen first.” He tsks, impatient.

“No I can’t, I’ll forget them. Here, just sit down.” You motion to the chair without much of a look to him.

He feels his face plate burn for a moment. The nerve. This human had the nerve to regard him with such a careless notion and yet he doesn’t mind. He looks at you, wings twitching, then away, then back. It’s not like he has anything else to do. With a sigh he pulls up another chair by your side.

“Perhaps I could spare some time for my darling pet.”

BONUS

“What is this?”

“What is what?”

“This!” He held up a notepad, and you look away without much of an expression when you see the scribbles of a miniature pharma with an ‘x’ for both eyes, the rough strokes as blood.

“You were being an ass.”

[bbcmbi]

i see the great escape, so long, 𝓭𝓪𝓲𝓼𝔂 𝓶𝓪𝔂 i picked the slɐʇǝd, he loves me not something different bloomed, writing in my room i play my 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 in the parking lot i'll run ᴀᴡᴀʏ . . .

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Ⴆambi birch, 20 anos, filha de hebe.

HWANG YEJI? não! é apenas BAMBI BIRCH, ela é filha de HEBE do chalé NÚMERO 18 e tem 20 ANOS. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ela está no NÍVEL I por estar no acampamento há QUATRO ANOS, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, BAMBI é bastante SOCIÁVEL mas também dizem que ela é DESCUIDADA. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚,

Sua história começa quando tinha quatro anos, quando entrou no carro à caminho de casa. Nessa viagem, ganhou pais, avós, tios e primos, que, apesar dos traços diferentes dos seus, eram família. Seus pais nunca esconderam que foi adotada, o certificado é exposto num quadro na sala de estar de sua casa. Mas também nunca esconderam o amor que tinha pela filha que haviam ganhado. Sem nomes registrados, apenas o nome recebido no orfanato em que morava, recebeu o sobrenome de Birch, falava com orgulho. Os dois Bs demoraram a sair de início, mas foi aceito com facilidade.

Os Birchs sempre foram moradores de Cape May, donos da adega Willow Creek. Conhecidos na cidade, era de esperar que todos soubessem da nova criança Birch, principalmente por se tratar de uma cidade pequena com poucos moradores. Ali Bambi cresceu cercada de simplicidade e calmaria, com frequentas idas à praia e passeios em parques.

De início, na escola, teve sua dificuldade em se enturmar, mas não demorou para estar cercada de amizades. Com o TDAH e a dislexia, os resultados não eram excelentes. Inclusive, foram as professoras a indicar a dificuldade de aprendizagem que ela demonstrou a ter. Desde o início da descoberta, Bambi participou de atividades e terapias que pudessem auxiliá-la, entretanto erros como ‘dall’ ao invés de ‘ball’ sempre foram frequentes quando se tratava de seu caderno. 

Aos dez anos, com um rostinho inegável de alguém que havia completado sete anos recentemente, demonstrou seus primeiros interesses. A adega não chamava tanto sua atenção, mas a academia de dança ali perto gritava, clamava por seu interesse. Bambi não precisou implorar para que colocassem ela para aprender os mais diversos tipos de dança e Bambi se apaixonou, era dedicada, apesar da dificuldade em diferenciar esquerda de direita, divertindo-se cada tarde que tinha. 

Na casa da família, Bambi também percebeu sua habilidade em tratar de animais feridos. Numa vez em que o cachorro da família abocanhou um porco-espinho, não foi preciso muito para que ela tratasse de sua boquinha toda ferida. Ela se espantou quando, no dia seguinte, atestou que não havia nada que indicasse os machucados na boca de Mable. 

A vida era tranquila, até aos quinze anos.

Nessa época, seus pais, donos da adega, começaram a ter contato com os proprietários do Serviço de Morango Delphi para negócios. Não demorou para que nos jantares de negócios fosse levantado um comentário sobre um acampamento de verão excelente, com atividades diversas para crianças que poderia enfatizar as mais diversas qualidades. Por um acaso, era o mesmo acampamento que os filhos de um dos proprietários frequentava. Os Birchs achariam que era algo bom para Bambi fazer parte.

No próximo ano, aos dezesseis anos, foi ao acampamento pela primeira vez. E, apesar de ser tudo aquilo que os proprietários falaram, Bambi descobriu que também era muito mais. As crianças que participavam não era crianças normais, nem de longe. Todos eram o que chamavam de semideuses. Ela incluída. Restava lhe saber quem era seu pai ou mãe biológica, já que, como havia ficado no sistema de adoção, não saberiam dizer. 

A verdade veio alguns dias depois. Foi proclamada por Hebe.

Junto da proclamação, a verdade também surgiu. Sua capacidade em ajudar na recuperação de seu cachorro foi explicada, além de seu TDAH e dislexia. Ela demorou a se acostumar com o local, principalmente com a ideia de ter que sobreviver entre monstros e guerras, quando tudo o que viveu foi calmaria e sossego, mas hoje encontrou no local pessoas que são as mais especiais possíveis.

𝐩𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬,

CURA ACELERADA ━━━━━━ Bambi é capaz de acelerar a cicatrização de ferimentos leves quase instantaneamente, enquanto que ferimentos moderadores e graves costumam levar mais tempo, dela mesma ou de outros, incluindo animais. Entretanto, seus poderes tem limitações. Bambi não é capaz de regenerar membros perdidos, órgãos internos e nervos danificados. Além disso, seu envelhecimento é desacelerado, contudo ela não pode inferir quando se trata de toxinas e drogas.

agilidade sobre-humana e reflexos sobre-humanos.

𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮,

ADAGA ━━━━━━ Parecendo sentir a dificuldade da filha com combates, Hebe lhe presenteou com um par de adagas em um tom de branco que jamais se suja. As armas são tão bonitas que poderiam ser facilmente exibidas como obras de arte, entretanto, o fio que jamais se cega pode ser mortal para quem é machucado por elas. Qualquer pessoa ferida por essas armas se torna incapaz de usar poderes, habilidades ou poções para acelerarem a cura e, quando o ferimento se fecha, o indivíduo acaba com uma cicatriz bem feia.

𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗽𝗲𝘀,

membro da equipe azul de corrida com obstáculos, aprendiz de curandeiro.

[666writingcafe]

RIP MC's Ass

Scenario: On another night where Luke is staying with Michael in the Celestial Realm, the brothers, royals, and remaining Purgatory Hall residents decide that it's only right that they get to slap MC's ass after they slapped theirs. When approached with the proposition, MC has no choice but to accept.

Inspired by the following tags on @delphi-dreamin's reblog of my post about MC slapping everyone but Luke and the new characters' asses: who gets to slap mc's ass? hopefully they all take turns <- rip mc's ass but also hell yes

Also inspired by @leavesandflowers' reblog (which I didn't see until I had finished writing this post).

I hope you don't mind me using one of the tags as the title of this post. I just couldn't resist.

This will probably be a bit more NSFW than my first post addressing ass-slapping, so if any of you are not in the mindset for that kind of content, you are more than welcome to continue scrolling or look for something else to read. For everyone else, the actual post starts under the cut.

First up for the revenge ass-slapping is Belphie. He guides MC to the nearby dining table and positions them so that they're facing the group with their arms resting on the actual table. Then, he gets behind MC and waits a moment before delivering a solid hit on their butt. MC doesn't give him the satisfaction of making any noise, but that doesn't really matter to him. At least, that's the message MC gets when he whispers in their ear that he'll make them scream later that evening.

Asmo nearly skips his way over to MC and comments that they look like a student at the start of certain pornographic videos on DevilHub. Unfortunately for MC, any fantasy they might have had about this particular situation ends the moment his hand connects to their butt, for the hit--if you can call it that--is nothing to write home about. Let's just say that it's obvious that he's received a lot more ass-slaps than he's delivered.

"Allow me to give you a quick little lesson," Diavolo tells MC when he positions himself behind them. "While you didn't do too bad, you certainly could have gone harder. It all starts with a little build-up." He demonstrates this by hovering his hand over their butt and moving it back and forth a couple of times. "Then, while using your free hand to support the other person--" He does this by resting just below MC's chest. "--you bring your hand as far up as it will go and then bring it down with as much force as you can muster." The intensity of his hit makes MC yelp, although their feelings wouldn't be entirely hurt if they got to repeat the experience again.

To everyone's initial surprise, Mammon walks right past MC and seemingly leaves the room entirely. Just when they think that he's too scared to hit MC, Mammon casually strolls back in and greets MC by calling them babe before delivering a quick hit on their butt. "Nice ass," he remarks as he walks back to the group. If it weren't for the blush settling in on his cheeks, he would have come across as completely confident.

It takes a while for Levi to muster enough courage to slap MC's ass. You see, he has to conjure up a roleplay situation in his head that would justify him hitting them in this way. Once he gets in the proper headspace, however...oh boy. He growls to MC, "How dare you," before hitting them rather hard. Not as hard as Diavolo, but enough for the hit to sting. Who knows what scenario Levi created in his head? Certainly not MC.

"Perhaps I should go easy on you," Lucifer states when he approaches MC. "After all, you've been hit pretty hard by a couple of us already. I wouldn't want you to be too sore once this is all said and done." At this, he smirks. "Then again, this--" He brings his hand down swiftly on MC's ass with enough force for them to scoot the table forward. "--is a lot more fun."

Beel silently walks over to MC. He repositions the table back to its proper place before turning his attention to them. Going behind them, he squats down and examines their butt. He's more of an ass-eater than an ass-slapper, so the idea of doing this isn't exactly his cup of tea. However, everyone's watching him, so he has to do something before they start questioning or taunting him. Standing back up, he mumbles an apology to MC before quickly bringing his hand down.

Satan knows that everyone expects him to get revenge on MC for hitting his butt. However, he really doesn't want to. Since he has an aversion to people hitting him, he doesn't feel comfortable hitting anyone else just in case they have that same aversion, for he doesn't want them to suffer the way he has. He actually is the first one to back out of slapping MC's ass. MC tells him that he can get back at them some other way in order to help him feel better about the situation.

"You don't get a table," Solomon tells MC as he moves them to the center of the kitchen. "You made me nearly lose my balance, so I'm going to make sure you lose yours." Sure enough, as soon as his hand connects to their butt, MC stumbles forward and nearly faceplants on the floor. He walks back to the group with a big smile on his face, proud of his accomplishment.

Barbatos delivers his blow in a rather methodical, calculated kind of way. It's not enough to cause MC too much pain, but it is enough to get his point across. Just what one would expect from a demon butler who's been trained in this sort of thing as a means to entertain his young master by punishing troublemakers.

Finally, it's Simeon's turn. He walks around MC in a circle, trying to determine whether he should deliver an angel's blow or a devil's blow. One would be a playful hit, and the other would deliver some damage. He goes with the safe option (even though there's a part of him that wants to see just how hard he can hit MC's ass), leaving the group with a rather disappointed (but expected) ending to the whole ordeal.

[metalomagnetic]

Snippet from ‘Either must die’

***Delphini comes home for Christmas***

Before dinner, Delphini hands her grade report to Voldemort.

“What am I supposed to do with it?” Voldemort asks, holding the parchment.

Harry doesn’t know, either. Neither of them went through this before, having no parents to show a grade report to.

Is there a protocol?

Delphini looks at both of them as if they’re stupid.

“Nothing. It’s just something people do. Show their progress to their parents.”

“Ah,” Voldemort says, opening the parchment. Harry stands at his side, ladle in hand, having put a stasis charm on the frying potatoes.

She’s done really well, of course. Harry sees Outstanding after Outstanding, and he almost goes back to his cooking when he spots the Acceptable in Potion and Defence, and the Troll in History of Magic.

He almost drops the ladle. Even he never got a T.

Delphini is staring at Voldemort intently, unconcerned with Harry’s reaction.

“How did you get an Acceptable in Potions?”

“The professor is an idiot,” Delphini says. “He insisted nightshade only has three properties.”

“That is idiotic,” Voldemort agrees. “But most people are idiots. Sometimes it’s just best to go along with it and get a good grade. That’s what I did.”

Delphini frowns. “No, that’s not right. If someone’s wrong, you have to correct them, so they can know better.”

“Are you sure you are a Slytheirn?” Voldemort asks, narrowing his eyes. “What happened in Defence?”

“The teacher said not to curse the other students with the jinx she showed us.”

“And?”

“And I did.”

Harry sighs. He knew about that already, having received a notification when it happened.

Apparently, a kid in her class called Lucius Malfoy ‘a nasty git’ and Delphini didn’t care for it.

Voldemort puts the parchment away.

“Wait!” Harry says. “What’s with the Troll? Am I the only one seeing it? In History? You’re good at History, Delphi! You know more of it than - really, most people I met.”

Delphini has all the goblin wars memorised- not just what happened and the years, but the exact date, day and month and everything. And there have been many rebellions. Harry isn’t even sure about their exact number.

“Binns made us write a paper about the war.”

Oh. Oh, shit.

That’s why Voldemort didn’t ask. He must have foreseen this.

Harry didn’t even think about it. That the war is something they teach in history class now.

“What did you write?” Harry asks, wincing.

She shrugs. “The truth.”

Delphini has strange ideas about what is true or not. What if she said the Death Eaters were right, or-

“I wrote everything correctly,” she assures him. Her shoulders are set in a defensive, stubborn position. “Dates and all. Very accurate, I promise.”

“But?” Voldemort asks, when she falters.

“I said Albus Dumbledore was a manipulative, secretive old man that left the burden of war on the shoulders of children. I said he should be considered a war criminal.”

Harry does drop the ladle, then.

“Delphini!”

“They gave me a month worth of detention for it, too, when I refused to apologise. Apologise to who? The man is dead!”

Voldemort stands.

“Go get your coat.”

“Why?” Harry and Delphini ask.

“I’m taking you out. You can pick whatever restaurant you want.”

Delphini grins like a cat that got the canary. “McDonalds?”

She always begged for Voldemort to take her to McDonalds, but he refused, time and time again.

“Whatever you want,” he repeats, smiling back.

“Hey, you can’t reward her for getting a T and detention!” Harry calls after them.

Delphini is already out of the room, rushing to get her cloak.

“You constantly suggest I should do nice things for her,” Voldemort says, still smiling. “Show affection and all that nonsense.”

“Not over something like this!” Harry says, outraged.

“Oh, I can’t image a more suitable situation, really. Are you coming? Or will you sit here eating dinner alone?”

“I’m not encouraging it!”

He’ll talk to her about Dumbledore. He never did, outside a few remarks, and now he regrets it. God knows who told her that about the Professor.

Harry knows it wasn’t Voldemort. He never speaks of Dumbledore, either.

Malfoy isn’t a likely culprit. He’s careful with his words, knows Dumbledore is seen as a hero, so he treads carefully.

Probably fucking Lestrange.

“Suit yourself.” Voldemort shrugs and gets out of the kitchen.

Harry stands there, upset. Delphini shouldn’t say things like that. And they shouldn’t reward her for getting detention. True, Harry wasn’t concerned about the letters informing him of her rule breaking, but it’s one thing to let that go, and quite another to celebrate it.

“I want a Happy Meal! Actually, may I have two Happy Meals, father? They come with toys, and I’d like two toys.”

“You may have five happy meals,” Voldemort assures her, in such a rare generous mood.

“Wait!” Harry calls after them, when he hears the front door opening. “Wait, I’m coming!”

If he stays home, he’s just punishing himself, really.

As it is, Harry has a very nice evening. They don’t bring Dumbledore up, and it’s fun seeing Voldemort in a McDonalds, children running and laughing everywhere.

They sit at one of those tiny booths and listen to Delphini speak of Hogwarts, of her friends.

They already know about that, she sends at least two letters home each week, but she says it all again, eating her McNuggets with a knife and fork.

Voldemort only has water. He refused to get anything else, and he sneers at people drinking through straws. Delphini opens the lid of her cup and throws away the straw, eventually.

She got five Happy Meals, like Voldemort promised, but she can’t eat them all. So she carefully packs what is left in one of those cartoon boxes.

“I’m against wasting food,” Voldemort says. “But that’s not food. You don’t need to take it home. Throw it away.”

“I’m not taking it home,” Delphini says.

When they leave the establishment, as they head for the quiet alley they can Apparate from, Delphini rushes across the street and gives the box to a homeless person.

“Are you absolutely sure you are a Slytheirn?” Voldemort inquires again when she comes back.

Harry hugs her tightly, overcome with joy. He forgets all about Dumbledore. It doesn’t matter, nothing matters faced with proof that Delphini is a kind girl.

[rusted-engine]

I finally did it! I managed to translate this text! I’m so glad that I did it today and I hope that you’ll appreciate this text of mine. And please, if I have any mistakes in the text please tell me how it’s right to write them. I’m already grateful for everyone who will read it!

WARNING!: NSFW content 18+. Characters: Rodimus Prime, Y/N. And now… it’s time to post it! Enjoy the reading <3

— Rodimus stop it, — you sighed deeply and closed your eyes. Of course Rodimus was a very hot and attractive guy  but his constant sarcasm and unsuitable jokes were unnecessary and made the uncomfortable situation even worse. 

The surrounding in the abandoned Delphi hospital (where you had to return in purpose to find a datapad with very important information and Pharma’s secrets) was dark and depressing, but with his chatter all the situation seems to be more irritating than scary.

— Oh come on princess. I’m sure that I’m making this cold evening more comfortable, — he chuckled, but there was nothing mocking in his voice. He didn’t want to offend you. This charming smile made your heart flutter in your chest, but you tried to hide it so badly, not giving him a reason even to suppose that you have feelings towards you.

— The only think you’re making is disappearance of silence, — you murmured and sighed again, continuing to look around for the datapad.

But then you noticed a piece of this datapad among dusty shelves and different stuff. You stood on your tiptoes and extended your arm to get it, not wishing to ask Rodimus for help. But when you finally clenched the tip of it you accidentally knocked down a jar which was standing near it. It felt down, shattering in thousands of pieces and then a cloud of pink mist appeared in the cold air. Both of you coughed, come to my your face with your hand and feeling dizzy because of this oddly pleasant unknown mist.

— What’s the hell are you doing?! — Rodimus coughed, trying to see something in the mist and grabbing your wrist, leading you as fast as possible out of this mess and then dragging you into a room, locking on the inside and trying to breathe in the fresh air.

Your vision was dizzy and the lack of air made you feel this weird sticky heat filling up your entire body and you pulled the collar of your sweater away, trying to breathe more. You didn’t have enough power even to stand because of this odd weakness in your heated up body you slid down the wall and sat on the cold floor, trying to calm yourself down and not pay attention to the fellow in front of you, who seemed to be even more attractive now.

Rodimus carefully moved closer to you and knelt down as this worry gleamed in his so alluring deep eyes. You were sinking in his glance and weren’t able to look away. Right now he seemed to be an angle who came from heaven and this love burn brighter in your heart even more, making this blush bloom on your face and finally look away.

— Are you alright princess? — his voice became deeper, so alluring and silky and you could see a glimpse of desire in his eyes. His breath became heavy and you felt this heat coming from his body.

— Y-yes… — you nodded slightly and looked in his eyes again, seeing this lust being born in his eyes. Both of you were balancing dangerously on the edge of the abyss of endless pleasure and were trying to push away the moment of falling down. 

You felt yourself so incredibly hot in this cold air and presence of your secret love bear you made the situation even worse. It made this heat in the lower part of your belly began to tingle and you felt so arousal as you’ve never been. This arousal  between your thighs began almost dripping. 

— Can I kiss you, my princess? — Rodimus moved even closer to you and you felt his burning breath on your skin. Heavy gasp escaped your lips and you also moved closer, not able to control your movements, closing your eyes and not able to hear anything except your heartbeat and his voice, dripping with lust and desire.

Instead of answering you pull him closer and your lips touching his making him loose his mind at once. He grabs your waist roughly and in a moment you’re already sitting on his laps. You’re so close to his body that you sense almost every muscle of his body. His hands literally glued to your hips and both of you are kissing only with growing passion and desire. It seems that your bodies began to heat up the cold room and his hands then slipping under your sweater, his fingertips tenderly yet passionately were sliding up your ribs and then ripping off your useless now bra which was hiding your true beauty. You’re moaning quietly and arching your back towards his movements while his lips began to travel down your neck. This heat was growing even more and more and you’re placing your hands on his shoulders, holding him tightly and louder moans escaping your lips. You’re pulling him even closer and he began to nibble your skin with seductive kisses. He didn’t have mercy on you in his arousal and was biting your tender skin till blood, leaving hickeys and traces on your neck if he was claiming you. You’re almost screaming in pleasure and digging your nails in his shoulders, feeling how rock hard he already is. His cock is pressing against you pussy which is dripping from this immense arousal. 

— Oh fuck, Rodimus I want more! — you’re rubbing your needy spot against his own arousal and his fingers clenched your nipples when he’s still leaving hickeys on your neck and you’re rolling your eyes. You’re holding his shoulders tightly and pressing harder against him. 

— You’re wishing more, aren’t you princess? Wanna me take care of you huh? — he’s murmuring while burning your skin and his fingers are still remained on your breasts, stimulating your nipples and it’s making you almost explode. This heat in your whole being becoming unbearable and you’re moaning louder. 

— Yes! Yes please! Please I want you, Rodimus, I… — you want able to finish your sentence when his patience came to an end. With harsh movement he raised you, leaving your throbbing, dripping and needy pussy without his attention. You’re whimpering because of the lack of touch, but Rodimus moved his hands as he undid your pants and took I it off. You’re biting your lips and moaning, rolling your eyes and shivering profoundly when slightly cold air burned your infernally hot pussy and few drops of your arousal stained his own trousers but he didn’t give a fuck. 

— I’m going to fill you up to the brims, princess, — he’s groaning and at the same moment his clothes was removed by his hand and his absolutely uncontrollable and wild glance dug in you. 

His pupils are wide and now his fingers grabbing your hips to the bruises making you hold his shoulders even tighter. 

And finally he dragged you down, his pulsing and rock hard cock entered you fully, hitting this sweet spot deep inside of you which made you scream in pleasure. You’re scratching his shoulders till blood and he’s nibbling on your neck, marking you and showing that you’re his. 

— Are you feeling good, princess? I’m filling you up so good… fuck… — He’s moan is deep and lustful as he’s moving inside of you. With every thrust he’s making he’s hitting this spot inside of you, making you squirm and moaning his name uncontrollably. His pace is wild and he’s like greedy beast who’s craving this pleasure. He’s making you scream when his fingers beginning to stimulate your clit and you’re cumming uncontrollably, clenching him tightly inside of you and he’s shaking because of how tight, wet and hot you are and it’s making him spank your ass hard, absolutely loving the way you’re behaving. The wave of your pleasure is washing over him as he’s still pounding in you harder and you’re moaning so loud. 

— Rodimus… so good! — you moaned again and closed your eyes, then kissing his lips again and also shivering. 

— Yes princess, so fucking good… — as he’s overwhelmed with pleasure his looking in your eyes with adoration and sweat dripping down his forehead while he’s shaking in pleasure, filling you up to the brims with his hot and sticky cum. 

Few more seconds he remained in you, but then pulled out, kissing your neck and then sighing, trying to catch his breath.

— It was a miracle… my love — you whispered softly and kissed his neck. Your face was burning from shyness and pleasure and you’re finally decided to confess your feelings to him. You’re resting your head in his chest while he’s stroking your hair and he’s kissing your forehead, but then leaned down and his lips met yours. But this time his kiss… it made your soul fly. It was a kiss of love, of this soft and sincere love and you’re kissing softly. He loves you too.

— I’m glad that you liked it my princess. And I promise you that since this every moment you’ll be only my princess, — he’s smiling tenderly and this love and warmth are blooming in his eyes. And then he smirks, caressing your cheek with his thumb. — And at least I managed to make your even better, princess. 

[disorganizedkitten]

My favorite way to write Delphi is just. entirely fed up.

"You lot should be paying me for cleaning up your messes, honestly, this is ridiculous" *goes off to solve an extremely niche problem that she only knows the details of because it's Voldemort related and she was raised under him bragging* "What, like it's hard?"

She is consistently both in charge and the most competent person in the room, and she hates it with a passion.

[ahordeofwasps]

Heads Up Seven Up

I've been tagged by the brilliant @amewinterswriting, @loopyhoopywrites, @autumnalwalker, and @blind-the-winds! Thanks for the tags! I'll be sharing the last seven lines or so that I've written for To Not Falling Off Cliffs!

But first the no pressure tags! I'll be tagging @emelkae, @isherwoodj, @space-writes, @chauceryfairytales, @winterandwords, @spuddlespud, and open tag!

Now, onto To Not Falling Off Cliffs!

Once she had finished breakfast, Mrs. Smith shuffled over to her guest room, where she kept a small desk upon which a beige CRT monitor covered in faded flower stickers sat. The corresponding computer case was snuggled underneath the desk and was also covered in flower stickers. Jackie had been begging her to upgrade for years, but Mrs. Smith found that to be a waste. Her Delphi computer had served her faithfully and was only two decades old. That was practically new! Her oven was five decades old, her fridge six, and she had her sewing machine for centuries! Her great-grandchildren may be grown adults, but they were still young pups to think two decades was “old.”

[delphi-dreamin]

Soft

The attic is quiet, and they are too...

Ship: Belphegor x Delphi

Word Count: 1336

Warnings: somnophilia, unprotected sex

Notes: Y'all, I just wanted to write something soft with Belphie. That's all. But this...ugh. I love it. I hope you do too!

The House is quiet for once. The only sounds in the attic are the distant hum of the Devildom’s nocturnal insects as they search for food and mates, and the quiet, rhythmic breathing of the human curled up asleep in his arms. Belphie watches her chest rise and fall, watches the flutter of her lashes against her pale cheeks. She seems to glow silver under the star-shaped lights draped from the ceiling, ethereal even in her sleep.

He runs a hand down her bare side, fingertips lightly grazing her smooth skin. She shivers lightly under his touch, goosebumps blooming on every bit of flesh he can see. Delphi shifts in her sleep, moving closer to his warmth with a small whine, and Belphie chuckles. She makes the most adorable noises when she sleeps, little whines and moans as she dreams about classes and work and even sometimes his brothers and Belphie. Those are his favorites.

She shifts some more and the thin white sheet covering her falls away slightly, exposing her hip and her plush thigh. Belphie feels his heart squeeze, gazing down at her. It makes sense, he thinks, that a creature so beautiful, so full of grace and love, would have the blood of angels coursing through her veins. After everything she’s been through, after everything he put her through, for her to still be here in his bed, for her to still love him…it’s nothing short of a miracle.

He brushes a stray curl from her cheek and smiles as she turns into his touch. Even in her sleep, she’s so responsive to his touch. He wonders what would happen if he just…

Belphie runs a hand down her cheek, her neck. He trails his fingertips between the soft mounds of her breasts, watching goosebumps emerge and the delicate skin around her nipples pebble. A tiny whimper escapes her lips and he smiles, continuing to ghost his fingertips down her stomach, gently tracing his twin’s mark over her navel. It makes her moan high in her throat and push her head back into his chest.

He presses a kiss to her hairline and grins. His long fingers dip between her legs, finding her wet with arousal. Belphie groans softly, slipping first one then two fingers into her slick entrance and sighing when she rolls her hips into his hand. He buries his face in her hair and breathes in her warm scent.

She smells sweet and slightly floral, her shampoo mingling with her natural scent. Belphie can’t hold himself back any longer. He pumps his fingers into her at a quick pace, the squelching of her soaked pussy and her soft moans adding to the symphony of the nighttime insects just beyond the attic walls. He scissors his fingers a few times, stretching her tight walls just enough without waking her. When he feels she’s ready, he removes his fingers, lifting her leg and dragging the head of his cock through her slick with a groan.

Belphie lines himself  up with her soaked entrance, pressing his fat tip into her. Little by little, he sinks into her heat, sighing into her neck when he finally seats himself fully within her, “Fuck, gorgeous…”

He sets a languid pace of deep, slow strokes that make her whine and moan softly in her sleep, canting her hips into his. Not for the first time he thinks he must be the luckiest demon alive. The way her brows knit together and her face flushes as he rocks into her remind him of the first time he walked in on her with Beel. They’d been taking too long in the locker room after fangol practice, and Belphie had gone to look for them. He’d found them in the showers, Delphi bent over the half-wall dividing two shower stalls, face almost as dark a pink as her hair and her expression locked into a silent scream of ecstasy, the sound having long died out. His twin was balls deep in her, slamming into her so hard and fast that Belphie remembers thinking that her tits must have hurt with how much they were bouncing.

She’d sucked him off that day in the locker room. When she saw him standing in the doorway, jaw on the floor, she’d grinned and beckoned him over. She’d unzipped his pants and taken him down to the hilt in one smooth motion, making him choke on his own breath as it tried to simultaneously move in and out of his lungs.

The thought of that day makes his dick twitch, even as he ruts into her, his tip nudging her cervix with every stroke. He drapes her leg over his hip carefully, then slides his hand back up her side, squeezing her breast and tweaking her nipple as he does.

“Mm, Belphie…?” he hears her ask, half question and half moan.

“I’m sorry, princess. I tried not to wake you,” he whispers into her skin. “But you looked so pretty laying there I just had to have another taste.”

Her sleepy whimpers and moans turn into sleepy sighs and groans as she reaches up to run a hand through his hair. He can hear the smile in her voice when he tells him, “Taste all you want, baby. I’m yours.”

Belphie smiles in return, though he knows she can’t see it, and resumes his gentle pace. He rolls into her steadily, letting his hand wander back down from her nipple to her puffy clit, rubbing slow, light circles around the sensitive bud. Everything, even her fingers gripping his hair tight and tugging at his scalp, is easy and tender in a way that things usually aren’t with the youngest. Delphi rests her head back against his chest, warmth blooming in her own as his lips find her ear, then her cheek.

“That’s it, baby,” she murmurs, rolling into his lazy thrusts. “Keep up just like that…”

Their pace is too slow for either of them to finish anytime soon, but neither is in any hurry. Delphi rakes her fingers through Belphie’s soft hair, gripping the base of one of his horns and sighing when he shifts into his demon form. With the long fur at the end of his tail, he caresses her side, kissing her cheek when she turns her face toward him again.

He moves so deliberately that she can feel every vein on his thick cock as it drags along her sensitive walls. Belphie grasps her chin firmly, turning her head just enough that he can press his lips to hers. She makes a little gasp, and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue between her parted lips, gliding it over her teeth and palate.

Delphi feels heat building in the pit of her stomach, goosebumps blossoming over her sensitive skin. She whines into his lips, sighing as he brakes away, “Belphie, I’m getting close…”

“I know, sweetheart,” the youngest whispers to her with a soft smile. “Just relax, okay? I'm gonna take care of you.”

It feels like hours that they stay like that, Belphie's fingers teasing her delicate bundle of nerves and his dick teasing the spongey sweet spot deep inside her until she feels like lava, molten and liquid and glowing. Every nerve within her is burning, every cell alight with white hot pleasure. It flows over her, enveloping her in its embrace until she's sure she could catch flame with the slightest spark.

Then Belphie is kissing her shoulder and flooding her with his own heat, his breath almost cool as it fans over her neck. They slow to a stop, his hand coming up to rest over her navel, and Delphi smiles sleepily up at him, her eyes fluttering closed. She finds herself drifting before her lashes fully come to rest against her flushed cheeks, murmuring senselessly to herself as she falls back into sleep once more.

Belphie chuckles, placing a feather-light kiss to her cheek before he joins her in the dreamscape.

Taglist: @sassykattery @bite-sized-devil @attic-club-sandwich @sparkbeast20 @kyungjoon-do @rensphilia @consolationblog @flemmingbamse

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

UDLTTOM headcanons: Delphi/Lily Potter (A ship I didn’t know I liked til I thought about it)

Alright so this is something I’ve been thinking about lately in regards to UDLTTOM. Delphi/Lily Potter (Harry’s daughter). Like the plans I’m think for their characters in the fic, they have pretty similar motivations and goals & I kind of low-key started shipping it.

Like I don’t think it’s a ship that’ll fit in with the outline in my head. But I’m really tempted to write a spin-off of two time-traveling women trying to map this insane timeline of events between the multiple Universes while their fathers are caught in this constant love-hate-immortal lovers quarrel. And they’re just in agreement that these two either need to get together & make it work or kill each other and be done with it, cause they can’t be dealing with this shit forever!

*Delphi & Lily meeting up along the time line*

Delphi & Lily (together): Dad’s driving me bloody insane!

Lily: Oh you don’t know the half of it! He’s been moping around for weeks because your father killed my mum—And like yeah, I get it. I was upset too, but that was forty cycles ago. And I don’t got time for this—

Delphi: Oh believe me, I wish I was in your place. I could handle the moping. Our house looks like a demolition team went through it because Dad threw a tantrum after your Dad stopped replying to his letters!

Lily: We should just lock them in a room together!

Delphi: Oh a hundred percent! They can either come out reconciled or in body bags!

Lily: I’m fine with with either option! Just get this man outta my house!

[bite-sized-devil]

🌻 500 Followers Bite Sized Event 🌻

Script fic made for @delphi-dreamin 🍄🌸

Summary: Bad Asmo! Bad! *Sprays him with a water pistol*

Lucifer: "MC, I have procured some wine from the human world. Perhaps we could have some with dinner?"

Beel: "Are you both going to wine, dine and 69?"

Lucifer: "... Really MC?"

MC: "What? I didn't teach him that?"

Asmo: *Tries to sneak out of the room.*

Lucifer: "Oh Asmodeus, where are you going?"

MC: "Beel, do you even know what that means?"

Beel: "Yeah. And if he's not up for it... I am."

Thought I'd forgotten about you didn't ya! But I didn't, I just feel nervous making things for you 😅😅 anyway I love you, and I hope you like it 🌻🌻

Taglist: @delphi-dreamin @sassykattery @alexxavicry @your-next-daydream @rosanism @marvelous-maniac @kyungjoon-do @ria-demon29 @itsmeninerz @allielozoya @spookyscaryskeletonn @zarakem @tea-time-writes @yuujispinkhair @attic-club-sandwich @whimsiecat @bontensbabygirl @lostsomewhereinthegarden @simpsations @randomnerdthingz @writerig

[attic-club-sandwich]

Summary: MC has finally regained their true, human form after living in the Devildom as a sheep. They are excited about spending the night over at Purgatory Hall for the first time as a human, however a little problem sneaks up on them while they are there.

Simeon x afab!MC

CW: MC has a vagina and menstruates. Period content and blood mentions.

A/N: @b3lph1es-p1ll0w kindly asked me to write an Only Human story for Simeon, and I was more than happy to! Seriously to look back on my very first one, i'm so proud of how much its evolved. This one turned out so cute, and it's a little longer since there aren't as many of the side characters. Plus I have a soft side for Simeon hehe I hope you guys like it! I plan on writing for Diavolo, Barbatos, and Solomon as well!

Taglist: @amberrskiies @obey-me-posts, @sassykattery, @delphi-dreamin, @bite-sized-devil, @flemmingbamse, @a-hidden-gem, @otomefoxystar, @siofrantic, @todothedodo, @marvelous-maniac, @nonbinary-disaster, @selfmadender, @animeismyhappyplace, @vampire-tr4mp, @ana-dear, @gaychaosgremlin, @sidgethegamer, @meiloorun-tea, @temnuk0

(to my tag list peeps, please feel free to disregard if this series doesn't appeal to you!)

Only Human Masterlist

Only Human

Simeon

You had been looking forward to your sleepover at Purgatory Hall all week. You practically jumped for joy as your classes at RAD finally let out for the day, and you raced home to begin packing your things. Your heart flutters in your chest at the thought of spending time with Simeon, Luke and Solomon for the first time since you regained your human form here in the Devildom. A slight burn spread across your cheeks as your thoughts wandered back to a certain Angel that you were especially looking forward to spending time with. You were just finishing packing your bag when all of a sudden, a dull cramping sensation formed in your lower stomach. You gasped, resting against the bed as you waited for the feeling to pass. Thankfully it was gone as quickly as it came on. What was that all about? You thought, rubbing your stomach with your hand. The vibrating from your D.D.D. alerted you to a message from Solomon, who had walked home with you from RAD. 

Hello, MC. I’m waiting in the entryway for you. 

I’ll walk you to Purgatory Hall, the others are waiting there. 

You shake your head as the previous excitement returns to bubble up in your chest. Quickly, you grabbed your things and began to head out to walk to Purgatory Hall with Solomon. 

When you arrive, Simeon and Luke are already preparing an array of different foods for dinner, along with a variety of sweets for dessert. “MC! Welcome!” Luke shouts, dropping what he’s doing to run over to you. His big, blue eyes are shining as you hug him, thankful that you finally have the ability to hug them all. “Thank you Luke! It smells amazing in here. You guys have been working hard, I can tell.” The little Angel smiles wide at the compliment. “Awe it’s no big deal really. But I can’t wait for you to try out the new cake I just made!” Your stomach rumbles at the thought of what decadent meal the Angels have been working so hard to prepare. “I seriously can’t wait.” you practically drool. Luke giggles, running off again back towards the kitchen. “Forgive him, he’s very excited to have you here in your true human form.” A warm voice, smooth as honey sounds from across the room. Simeon’s bright smile captures your attention as he makes his way into the living room, and you can’t help yourself from running over to wrap your arms around him. “Simeon!” you gasp, squeezing him. He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you as well. “Hello, my little lamb. I’m so glad you could join us.” As you release him, Luke appears again from the kitchen. “Come on guys, dinner is ready!” 

Dinner, of course, was wonderful. Otherworldly. Almost like it came from Heaven itself. You of course couldn’t say no to dessert either as Simeon served you a slice of the cake that Luke had been working so hard on. You insisted that you could finally serve it yourself this time, but he simply smiled. “My dear, I will gladly serve you a slice of cake no matter what form you are in.” You blush, unable to meet Simeon’s eyes much after that. As you were finishing up your last bite of cake, another wave of stomach cramps hit you. You winced, slowly bringing your fork back down to the table. “MC, are you okay? You suddenly went a little pale.” Luke asked, concern filling his voice. You give him a weak smile, shifting uncomfortably in your chair. “Yeah I'm okay! I think I may have just eaten too much. It was all so good!” You tried keeping on a cheery disposition, as you really didn’t want to worry anyone. You figured the cramps would soon fade like they did in your bedroom earlier that evening. Except they didn’t. Simeon was shooting you a worried glance from his spot next to you. “How about I show you to your room for the night, MC? You can get settled in.” You nodded, grateful for the excuse to leave the dinner table. 

Simeon gently took you by the hand, his fingers soft and feather light on yours as he led you up the stairs and down the hallway to a guest bedroom across from his own. “This is usually Raphael’s when he stays with us, but we’ve set it up for you to use for the night.” He pauses in the doorway as you let yourself in, placing your bag on the giant, plush bed. “But I must ask, are you truly okay?” You fidget nervously, the cramps in your abdomen still going on strong. “Y-Yeah I promise! Like I said earlier, I think I just ate too much…I'm still getting used to being back in my human form.” Simeon nodded, giving you a small smile. “I see. Well, feel free to get settled and I’ll be right across the hallway if you need me.

You swore you were only going to rest your eyes for a few moments, but as you reached for your D.D.D., you realized it was now 1 a.m. “Oh no…” you mumble, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. I didn’t mean to actually fall asleep! How rude am I?! You were about to jump out of bed when you felt a wave of dizziness wash over you. On top of that, the cramps were now then times worse than they have been all evening. “This can’t be happening right now…” you sigh, rubbing your temples. After a few moments, you decided to try standing up to head to the bathroom. However, when you glanced down behind you, there was a bright red spot now staining the pristine white bed sheets. You felt tears welling up in your eyes at the realization of what just happened. “No...you’ve got to be kidding me…why now?” you cried, burying your face in your hands. What am I supposed to do?! I didn’t even bring anything with me… Standing helplessly in the bedroom, you grabbed your phone. The first person to pop into your mind was right across the hallway, but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to go knock on his door. Instead, you typed out a message.

Simeon. Are you awake?

You really didn’t expect an answer at this hour, but you were feeling desperate.  However, after a few moments, your D.D.D. vibrated in your hand and your heart practically leapt out of your throat. 

MC? What’s the matter? Are you okay?

The next text became blurry as tears began to drip down your cheeks. 

Can you come here? I need your help. 

You really didn’t know what you were going to say once he got there, but all you knew is that you wanted his comforting presence nearby. You didn’t have to wait long before there was a light knock on your door. “C-Come in.” you sniffled. Simeon was by your side in an instant as you sat on the edge of the bed. You were taken aback for a moment, as you noticed he was wearing a pair of light blue pajama pants and a t-shirt. His hair was also messy, his dark brown locks sticking out in various places. “My lamb, what ever is the matter? Are you not feeling well?” You shook your head as he placed his hand against your forehead, checking for a fever. “I-I don’t really know how to say it other than… well… I got my period. I completely forgot about it since being a sheep…” Simeon’s blue eyes widened at the realization. “Oh, MC…” he breathed, pulling you into a hug. “And I ruined the sheets, I'm so sorry…and they look expensive…” you sobbed, burying your face into his shoulder. Simeon shook his head as he rubbed small circles onto your back. “MC, please don’t apologize for something you can’t help. I’m more worried about you at the moment.” He’s so kind, you think, miserably. He has to think I'm so disgusting right now… It’s almost as if he can read your thoughts, for he slowly pulls away to meet your gaze. “It’s going to be just fine. We’ll get you taken care of ok? Now, what do you need?” More tears threaten to fall at the kindness of his offer. “U-Um, well…I didn’t bring anything with me so I'll need to run into town tomorrow…and I need something for my cramps too.” you ramble, your face growing hot from thinking about the reality of your situation. Simeon only nods, getting to his feet again. “Of course. I’ll take care of it, don’t you worry. First…” he says, taking your hand once more and pulling you up off the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll make sure to wash the sheets too. No one will suspect a thing.” 

Simeon leads you out of your bedroom and down the hallway. You follow behind him, trying your best to keep quiet as you stride behind his tall form. The two of you reach the bathroom and he quickly steps inside to begin searching the many cabinets beneath the sink. “I know there’s got to be something in here for you to use. It’s a dorm where many different people stay, after all.” After a few moments, he stands back up holding a couple of different boxes of hygiene products. You let out a laugh, mixed with both surprise and relief at the same time. “Simeon, thank you!” you squeak out, still trying to keep your voice down. He chuckles, pulling you into one of the warmest hugs you’ve ever felt. “Of course, Angel. Now get cleaned up while you're here. I’ll go get your things.” You nod as he leaves you for some privacy, and quietly shuts the door behind him. 

After your bath, you head back down the hall to your room to find the sheets completely stripped from your bed. You sigh, feeling like the biggest inconvenience in the world. “MC, are you feeling better now? I brought some pain relief from Solomon’s cabinet.” You spin around to see Simeon in your doorway again, holding a small vial of liquid. “Are you sure it’s safe for me to take?” you ask, wary of anything coming from Solomon. Simeon laughs, understanding your hesitation. “I know for a fact this is perfectly safe. It’s equivalent to any old pain killer you’d normally take, but it has many other soothing effects that will be good for you right now.” Hesitantly, you take the vial and down the contents. It’s sweet, but not terribly strong like normal medicine. Instantly, you begin to feel your muscles relaxing, and the cramps in your stomach go away almost immediately. However, your legs begin to buckle as your body relaxes, and Simeon is at your side once more holding you up. His arms, toned and strong, wrap around you to lift you up. “Come with me, my little lamb. It’s way past your bedtime.” You giggle, sleepily, as he begins to carry you bridal style across the hall to his own bedroom. “W-Wait, Simeon, I can sleep in my room, it’s fine…” He shakes his head, squeezing you tight before plopping you down onto his bed. “Your sheets are in the wash, so therefore you have to sleep with me tonight.” The moment you come in contact with his bed, you know you won’t be moving anytime soon. You figure it’s probably as soft as a cloud in the Celestial Realm. You sigh as he slips into the spot next to you, and you feel his legs brush against yours. He rolls over to face you, an expression of pure fondness on his face. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.” he says, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead. You blush, snuggling closer to him. “You always make me feel better, Simeon.” He grins as he plays with a strand of your hair. “Rest now, my love. I’ll be here when you wake up.”