#especially when i put in my contacts there i could get an eye infection because of the dirt even

[imagine--if]

hii i saw that requests for alice in borderland were open and i rann 🏃🏻‍♀️

could you do a scenario where chishiya and banda have a crush/interested in the same s/o?? how tense would that be, especially in the solitary confinement game?? 👀👀👀

A/N: Oooo this is an awesome scenario idea, thanks for your request!! I'm still open for AIB requests until the 15th, so if you're interested then send some in!! A particular ask has caught my attention for after this... jealous Chishiya 😵😍 Little obvious disclaimer that the GIFs aren't mine- but look at Chishiya's, he's staring RiGhT aT uSsS 😭

Chishiya and Banda Both Crushing On You Includes...

💛• How'd you even manage to get the attention of both these guys?!??! I'm jealous 🥲 because the way these two fall for someone, combined, is basically the most intense and warm and crazy hot experience you'll have in quite a while. Let's say that this all starts in the Jack of Hearts game:

💛• With Chishiya, he's drawn to the little, unnoticeable things that interest him, like being a lot smarter than you look, or making a good decision that surprises, or even outwits him somewhat. There's not much of that in the borderlands, apart from Arisu's selflessness that absolutely confuses him until he starts admiring it, and the deadliness of the games, everyone looks like they're going to die. Except you. So he'll most likely start following you around - very subtly - observing your way of doing things and interacting with other players, until he properly approaches you. Probably asking you for his symbol on his collar, and asks you if you want yours. If you turn him down but give him his or something, he'll actually be taken aback... in a good way, because now he's obsessed with wanting to know how your mind works. So, basically, you've got yourself a new partner.

💛• With Banda, however, subtly and patience are not his things. All it takes is one minute of eye contact, or hearing something a little psycho come from you, anything that's potentially original and beautiful to him, and suddenly he's right in front of you with that dark smirk, giving you a twisted but flattering compliment. That's it. Now you've got a new protector who grows oddly possessive and obsessive over the first few rounds, pulling you back when you think about joining the others' big group. You don't need them. You've got him.

💛• So when the two ultimately end up bumping into each other when they both go to talk to you or something, there's just a moment of stretched, painfully strong silence as Banda eyes up this new 'distraction' to your attention, and Chishiya takes him in with that annoyingly indifferent, and kind of smug, look, before his brown eyes meet yours. Banda looks in your direction too. No pressure 😅

💛• I mean, Chishiya tolerates pretty much everyone, but Banda lurking around and infecting your brain with his sadistic ideas of entertainment and advice on how to win every game like he has, is something he's apprehensive of. He'll see how you react to it at first before jumping in, but overall, Chishiya thinks you're the first truly curious and inspiring person that's caught his attention in the Borderlands, and that's something he doesn't want to let slip as soon as he's found it.

💛• Banda has little to no empathy or care for anyone except what you're happy and unhappy with, so he's gonna be pretty forward with Chishiya and give him one of his hushed, intimidating, close-up threats to move along and find someone else to play with. When Chishiya retorts smugly with a comment about how the last women he hung around with suddenly made it onto the murder section of the newspapers, he'll get a deathly glare in his eyes, and basically the only thing stopping him from snapping at that moment is the rule of the game being that you can't outrightly hurt anyone.

💛• They let it go for now, but neither one of them is put off from hanging around with you. The rest of the players in the big group find it odd how you're just sitting there at a table, and within a few moments, Chishiya comes striding in offering his snack with you, sitting beside you on the table, all the while Banda's unblinking gaze is fixed on you from the other side of the cafeteria, where he sits on the floor against the wall. The Jack probably notices it too, but doesn't say anything, since no one really wants to see Banda Sunato get angry.

💛• Once the game has gone on and it's over, Banda has some 'business' to attend to with Jack, and probably makes you wear a tracker or something so he knows how to come and find you when he's done and figuring out how he can have more, or all, control over the lands. Cocky psycho even tries to kiss you goodbye too, and whether you let him go for it and leave you flustered after an intense few moments, or push him away gently with a blush is your choice. Either way, he'll still respond with one of his smirks and a wink before he causally pulls out his pocket weapon and goes into one of the cells after Jack.

💛• That just leaves you with Chishiya, who Banda has 'trusted' to keep you safe while he's gone. Since Chishiya figured it all out with him and survived the round in a pretty impressive way, Banda doesn't misjudge his intelligence and capabilites, even though he seems a little too relaxed when entering these life-or-death games. Still, you'll end up leaving with Chishiya wandering by your side and making small talk about who you are as a person as you go for the next game, or to meet his gang from the Beach, like Arisu. He's surprisingly talkative in his own way as he uncovers more about you and listens to every word you say, but when the questions are reflected back at him, the answers are simple and short - at first, anyway. It's not all because he's reclusive, but mostly because he didn't really like his life, or have much of one, in his opinion, before the Borderlands. But now, maybe he does. Intelligent and nice to look at. He'll stick around for sure 😉

💛• Elsewhere, Banda basically pulls up every file and piece of information on you instead of outrightly asking. It's safe to say that he's an obsessive and possessive crusher/lover, and he'll make that known once he's sorted things out and comes to find you again. And he will come and find you again 😏

[satansaidnottoday]

General appearance.

Info: Human AU, demon brothers.

Summary: Just a short description of how they look in my human AU.

Warnings: You can keep imagining them however you like if these don't fit your preference. Especially the heights, I know many won't like them.

Lucifer

Half Japanese.

180cm tall.

Short straight hair. Black but with a few gray hair sprinkled here and there.

Dark brown eyes.

Always has deep eye bags.

He has a tattoo of Lilith's favorite toy on his upper arm. It's almost never seen.

Uses reading glasses.

Has a very elegant and classy style. Even his lounge wear is fancy.

Often dresses in dark colors.

Mammon

Black, dark skinned.

185cm tall.

Long curly hair, bleached white. He circles between a few different protective hairstyles.

Light brown eyes that shine gold in the light.

Often wears sunglasses inside.

Has two lobe pricings and one eyebrow piercing.

Dresses in bright colors, mostly yellow, orange and green.

Has a very maximalist style, uses a lot of accessories and jewelry. It manages to remain cohesive somehow.

Leviathan

White.

178 cm tall.

So pale that you can see the veins under his skin.

Prone to acne and eczema.

Can't have pricings, they keep getting infected.

Straight brown hair that he sporadically dyes purple. Used an anime cut through most of high school, but has graduated to a bowl cut as an adult.

Dark blue eyes, kinda washed out.

Uses permanent glasses because he can't see shit.

Dresses in baggy clothes. Usually anime merch.

Has a huge collection of graphic t-shirts.

Doesn't own any accessories.

Satan

Half Japanese, half white.

179cm tall.

Short blond straight hair.

Light green eyes.

Uses reading glasses.

Has extremely healthy skin thanks to Asmodeus.

He wears calm earthy colors.

Thrifts all of his clothes.

Grandpa aesthetic and he is proud of it.

Asmodeus

Half Chinese, Half Northern European.

175cm tall

Medium length wavy strawberry blond hair.

Light brown eyes.

Has the perfect shiny spotless skin.

Has two lobe piercings.

Uses contacts because he also can't see shit.

On a daily basis he uses pretty conventional trendy clothes. When he gets ready for fashion school he is suddenly a walking high fashion mannequin.

Has taken over a great part of Beel's closet with his own clothes.

Beelzebub

White.

195 cm tall.

Very short ginger hair.

Has a sleeve tattoo he got for his eighteenth birthday. It's an abstract piece of art that has little things to represent all of his siblings.

Light blue eyes.

Lots of freckles.

He is the strongest one in the family. Basically a wall of muscle.

Owns about five different outfits he circles through.

Very simple, but stylish. Uses whatever accessories Asmo tells him to.

Belphegor

Has dark brown skin.

170cm tall.

Wavy black hair down to his neck.

Has a gray streak of hair right in the middle on his head. It's been there as long as he can remember.

If he could, he would exclusively wear fluffy pajamas. It's like a wearing a blanket.

Dark brown eyes.

Has a few big birthmarks scattered around his body. They are dark circular stains that look like spots. One starts on his neck and extends all the way to his left cheek.

When he needs to go out he wears comfortable baggy clothes. Doesn't care about aesthetics, but most of his clothes are dark.

Tried to have a lobe piercing but it closed off. He always forgot to put the jewelry on after his naps.

Friendly reminder that Beel and Belphie are dizygotic twins, which means two different eggs.

Thanks for reading ❤️

[trulytiredhermit]

It's rather hilarious to think about this one.

( Not the Dream Walker AU )

Because imagine the reader had a blurry vision that needs glasses, that and then the yandere chain.

I sometimes use anti radiation glasses.

Safe to say that i have encountered a few minor problems a person with glasses could have.

Like fingerprints on the lenses that makes me feel that i could hit a wall right now or whenever i lay on my side the glasses just shift and i have to lay there uncomfortably because I'm way too lazy to get up.

Those are one of the few problems the reader gets with glasses.

But oh no, there are others too.

The reader always having at least one person ask them to try on their glasses, either a stranger or a Link and the reader looks like they want to murder you already because of past experiences with people not keeping their hands to themselves which led to them having fingerprints all over the glasses.

[Insert asterisk because the text becomes large] Looks over to the chain whose glaring at the stranger who wants to try on the reader's glasses with the intention of murder.

Or when it is really cold or there are smoke and the glasses just get covered up which makes them even blinder than they were to begin with.

That idea with the yandere chain, it won't end up well.

This is a really interesting idea to think about and play around with.

For example, how many members of the chain have actually encountered glasses? I haven’t seen all of the games so I can’t say for certain, but I’m sure with how Hyrule’s Hyrule is he most likely has never seen glasses before.

So for members of the chain like him they may become more protective of Reader and not let them out of their sight (perhaps even more so than members of the chain who have encountered people wearing glasses).

And yea the chain would be death glaring ANYONE who asked if they could try on Reader’s glasses. For one Reader is now hindered somewhat because they’ve practically lost their sight and two the glasses are one of Reader’s belongings and I think a certain chain member (ahem Legend ahem) would be fiercely protective of Reader’s belongings as if they were his own.

And then of course the whole fingerprint thing would make them even more mad because, as you said, it annoys Reader and because it shows that someone other than them was allowed to touch Reader and their belongings.

And should it be super cold out and Reader’s glasses are fogging up because of their breath you can bet the chain surrounds the Reader in a protective circle to make sure that they stay with the chain and to keep Reader safe.

Don’t think they won’t breakout the buddy system and the everyone holds hands system because they will. There’s just gonna be a big fight about who holds Reader’s hands.

I feel like Four, or Reader, would design a strap/band of some sort to help keep Reader’s glasses on their person. So they don’t have any Velma “I’ve lost my glasses!” Situation happen, especially during a fight.

I think it’d also be funny if the Reader for some reason had a form of contacts that they put in their eyes but then had to switch to using their glasses and the chain just had no idea about it until the Reader wore their glasses around.

Like:

Wild: So, let me get this straight you put these little circular things into your eyes-

Reader, nods:

Wild:-and it helped you to see like normal glasses would and it just…. Stayed in your eyes.

Reader: Well I took them out when I had to sleep.

Hyrule: what… what do you mean you took them out. How did you take them out.

Reader: oh well like this

Reader, mimicking how they’d take their contacts out:

Reader: it was a little weird at first but then I just kinda got used to it.

Wind (probably): YOU PLUCKED A LaYER OF YOuR EYES OUt!

Reader, staring incredulously at a freaked out Wind: I-What? Wind no, contacts aren’t actually a part of my eyes. They don’t hurt to take them out and I have to do it anyways or I could get an infection.

Rest of the chain now freaking out: YOU COULD’VE GOTTEN A WHAT!!

Warriors: HOW HAVe WE NOT SEeN YOU DO THIS!?

Reader, shrugging: Because we’re not always together? You guys don’t watch me all the time y’know.

Links, side-eying each other:… yeah, yeah, you’re soooo right. We definitely don’t have assigned shifts to watch you. Hahaha wouldn’t that be funny.

Reader: … bffr, y’all don’t actually watch me all the time right?? RIGHT?!

[polurbehr]

as a fellow audhd, im audhdasking you about ghost.

give it here.

OKAY so rather than just infodumping the basics and general lore, I am going to take this opportunity to ramble about something that has literally kept me awake at night and has no reason to make me so confused. So get ready because this is going to be a lot:

So I know why the Papas all have one white eye, specifically only their left eye, for the real-life reasons (if you don’t know it’s because Tobias was going to originally wear two white contacts but his right eye is too sensitive and he didn’t want to risk infection by wearing both). But in the lore sense? They have still never explained the significance of the white eye.

Obviously the assumption is that it’s simply genetic. Especially because during the zoom call in Chapter 9, Copia mentions “I have his eye.” That implies that there’s a genetic component at play, seeing as all the Emerituses have the white eye. But in the Dance Macabre music video, we see a young Nihil getting punched/gouged in the eye by young Sister Imperator, which as a result turned it white.

Then when we see old Nihil in the chapters- he has two white eyes, presumably cataracts making him mostly blind. So I’m also just going to assume then that this means that the brothers and young Nihil can still see out of their left eyes regardless of whether it’s from inheritance or injury. THEN we get to see Nihil as a ghost in the later chapters. And both of his eyes are back to his natural color? So this isn’t necessarily too important, I just find it interesting since this means health conditions are no longer present after death. Anyways, this was sort of a tangent, back to the main thing.

Obviously you can’t inherit injuries from parents. So it’s clear that it’s not genetic, or else Nihil would have already had the white eye. But then why did Copia say that in the chapters??? The other theory is that there is some sort of initiation process unique to the Emeritus bloodline where they are given the white eye like we saw in the Dance Macabre music video. But that also creates a plot hole of sorts. If this were the case, why would Copia have the white eye prior to becoming Papa? Why would Copia be put through an Emeritus-only tradition if Nihil is insistent that he isn’t part of the bloodline and refuses to claim him as his son?

The only thing I can think of that could make all of that possible is if there was some Satan Magic™️ at play where Nihil obtains the white eye in adulthood but his sons inherit it like some sort of curse. But then that raises some questions- why would that start with Nihil? We all know the spiel- his father was papa, his father, etc. So would that mean the whole Emeritus bloodline shares the white eye? Or was Nihil the first?

Then again, if there’s anything Ghost is good at, it’s being mildly inconsistent with lore as well as making things both metaphorical and literal. So this could just be a general oversight, of course. I could just be getting confused over nothing, probably. It also sucks because we haven’t seen anyone before Nihil and we haven’t seen the brothers in their youth, and I doubt we will. There is my rant. I will continue to think about this for the next 9 business days at least. Thank you.

[calypso-finale]

Thirty Four.

Aziel held his hand out to me, his little demand for his sippy cup, his snack in one hand and his sippy cup in the other. He seems to have skipped the crawling part of his life but he can stand shakily while leaning on the edge of the couch “careful” he didn’t care and took the cup from me, placing my hand behind him so he don’t fall back “he don’t need you” Oakley said, looking down at my phone “he won’t be saying that when he is screaming on the floor once he falls back” Aziel looked at me and he is annoyed, he doesn’t like that I am trying to protect him. He shook his hand, making a mess of the couch that isn’t even ours. I am waiting for the assistant, I am currently in France for this show “dada” Aziel looked up and at the phone, the way he loves his dad is cute “I am here, what you doing now?” he just cheesed at him “how are you anyways? Is Wadz actually taking care of you and have you taken your tablets? I knew that was infected, you just started being hard headed and started acting like I was full of shit” shuffling off of the couch a little to see Oakley’ face “nah, not that just you know. I am sick of hospitals; I need to just get better and get back on the road you know. I can’t be like this forever, I decided that like I will stay with Wadz, it’s better. I don’t want to cause beef with your mom and all that. I appreciate you; I do. You know I do” looking away from him “hmmm” Aziel is making such a mess “I will keep in contact with you, I mean for him yeah but I need to go. I think they are coming now” picking my phone from the couch, Oakley looked away, I peeped he did that quickly “just take care of yourself, especially at the funeral. Whoever it was, they didn’t get what they wanted and Aziel!” he is attacking me for the phone now “he wants his dad” I mumbled, he has a face on “you know when you do things with our child, next time yeah. Discuss it, I was in hospital and you was deciding things” he is mad with that “never that, I came to you. I asked you, you could have said no” Oakley laughed “I got you; I know how it rolls. The things is, me and your dad mentally we aren’t stupid yeah, I learnt a lot and was told a lot to learn for myself yeah. Just next time discuss it with me” rolling my eyes disconnecting the call, he can royally kiss my ass while he is at it. He called back straight away “what?” I answered “you did that because I am right, I am just telling you that discuss shit, and you get mad. I am not your assignment, I am the ex that happens to be your baby father too, I am actively in his life, so we live to learn and move on, just next time discuss it, nothing bad” shaking my head “yeah the move on, say it louder” putting the phone down again, he can speak to himself now.

Picking Aziel up and placing him on the couch as I got up “Rylee Fenty, we actually met many years ago, I am saying when you was with Fendi” shaking this lady hand, she is staring at me like we besties “I can’t lie but I don’t remember, I feel like my life has been a rollercoaster including the face the people I met then and now, I get it all the time though” she laughed “well your mom is the most talked about person in the world and of course her daughters, we always have the eye on the prize, we actually wanted you on our side, but then Fendi paid out more but we move on, and now we are here and we have Aziel. He is a splitting image of you, the Rihanna gene runs through” smiling at Aziel, he is confused “who is the father? This is the thing, we are doing a family set, we couldn’t figure out who the dad is” chewing on my bottom lip “Central Cee, he is a UK rapper” she just gave me a blank stare “that is fine but for the show, you are the main event, the main thing. Showing off Aziel, which he is a beautiful baby but we need it to be a I don’t know, a family event. So we have Brian” she stepped back and opened the door “this is our male model Brian” raising an eyebrow, Brian is very, very and I say very handsome man “we assumed what Aziel would look like, but he is perfect, and he is going to be your partner for the show, hopefully we are going to have him hold Aziel out, you come out first, he comes out with Aziel, you both stop and are there, pictures taken. You take Aziel, pictures more and then you both walk back” my mouth hung open “wow” is the only thing I said “so contracts signed, both of you need to get to know each other too” she walked out leaving me with this man.

I have to laugh, my life is a comedy show “I have also been thrown in the deep end” putting Aziel in the stroller “I can tell, sorry. I am not being funny with you but, what the hell” he laughed “I guess they want us to have chemistry so if we just know each other a little it could help” he is British, I love the accent “ok” stepping back from the stroller “I am Brian, I am actually Italian, my dad is Jamaican. Well mother is Italian” letting out an oh “so that is the mixed thing, you can tell. Brian you are handsome, I can’t fault what you are. And I find it funny they put me with you, that is their idea of the man I should be with” I laughed “I got the call, and they said Rihanna daughter, walking with her son we think you are the perfect match for the walk way” nodding my head “well I am Rylee” holding my hand out “Brian again, erm yeah. You want to go out for some food?” he asked “I mean you” he asked “me? Well me and my son come as a package, not singular” he slapped his forehead “no, sorry. Both of you, just some lunch. I mean I have to hold him; I can’t just you know take him on the day. Crying kids and me” he cringed “that is fine, sure” he stepped back and opened the door, this guy is very handsome, like he is sexy and I can’t even lie. I find it amusing that this is the ideal man they think I should be with, that is crazy. Kayson stood up as I pushed the stroller out “this is my bodyguard” I said, Kayson waved his hand “you want me to push him” he offered “no, it’s ok. Brian is taking us to lunch so he can walk, and I will follow” Kayson nodded his head “ok, let’s go then” I mean it’s just lunch, he has a point, I don’t want Aziel stressed out.

It’s funny to me because this was supposed to be about Aziel but he is asleep in the stroller “I always thought like, what is it like to be bought up by Rihanna and Chris Brown? Did you ever like think wow my parents are this” I chuckled “erm, honestly. When I was younger I would hate it, I felt like the world took my mom from me, so I missed out. She worked so hard, but at home it’s literally strict, Nothing like what people assumed it to be, but I do love my parents even if they think I did everything wrong” he chuckled “I can imagine, Bajan parent” I cringed “yeah I got my ass whooped a lot” I grinned “not shocking, you seem like trouble” I laughed “oh be quiet, I am not” looking away from him “you shocked the world though, a baby” I chuckled “well yeah, what can I say. It happened but I love him, things make sense with him”  I sighed out, the silence between us “funny thing, I lived on the same street as your boyfriend, it’s a small world really” clearing my throat “ex” I added “ex? Wow, how? He was punching, fuck off? How?” he is shocked “erm, things can get intense you know. Honestly, erm. I don’t know, I think maybe it did get too much. He is very different, and I think maybe we need that, I feel he is strung up on another, Kenza or whatever” I shrugged “wow, that guy is dumb. Fumbled really. Kenza is a bird, like before we moved. Oakley was a nerd, like on god. Like he was quiet and all that but he manged to piss people off always. Then he erm, I remember because it went around, he got kicked out of his home, he was homeless and then erm, school was going to give him to socials and then his grandma jumped in. He was a clever guy but Kenza she erm, she has been around and conquered every girl he has been with. But can I be real with you” nodding my head “he don’t deserve you, you should be treated like a queen” I smiled “right and you think you can be that, maybe I enjoy not being pampered like that” I shrugged “hmmm” he licked his lips “mental illness I am saying” I gasped “shut up, all I am saying is what we have behind closed doors is what we have ok” I chuckled, he is something else.

My mother and I aren’t really speaking but it’s cordial to say the least because I feel she came at me in a nasty way, also my mother is fake. Now she knows we have split she is all for this narrative that I do my own thing. My arms raised as I hugged my dad, he gave me a squeeze “what’s wrong?” He asked, my dad just knows me so well “a lot dad” I sighed out “I hear you, let’s go for a walk. Is big A asleep?” Nodding my head, looking at my mom before walking off “Kayson, put him in the corner” I pointed, my mom and siblings are looking but I just need some space “will do, what if he wakes up?” Kayson asked “then call me but I am sure my mom will be ok with that” stepping outside, I love my dad. He is just the best “go on then” my dad placed his arm around me “why is my mom acting all hard done by? She came at me” I asked “hormonal, your mom is worried that Oakley is going to try and come at you for child support because of the money you have” I looked up at my dad “are you serious!? Wow, she is so money hungry, he isn’t thinking of that. I am not taking Aziel away from him so why would he? I am not her, she tried that a lot with you” my dad breathed out “I am just trying to keep out of it Rylee” he moved away from me, watching him get a cigarette out “it’s just a lot of shit, lot of politics going on you know” crossing my arms across my chest as he lit his cigarette “are you nervous for the show? I am excited for you” I smiled “yeah but like, I need to tell Oakley that another man will be holding Aziel, he isn’t going to like it. This Brian guy” my dad’ eyes bulged out and looked away from me “let me guess, mom’ ploy?” my dad didn’t say a word which to me, it is him saying yes “here is me thinking he liked me for me” I laughed “ I don’t know about that, all I heard is that they said it’s a family thing, mom said oh the father is out of it, he is not well. They said we will get another man then, she said ok. That was it, best advice. Tell him about it, don’t let him be caught off guard” Oakley is going to hate it, I know it.

Sitting down next to Robyn, it’s a big thing for Aziel. Clearly this is the same route as Rylee took, she was a child doing this but I agree, she should let him have his foot in it. Tianna is even here, I think lowkey she is being very supportive of her sister and I like that, I just wish they didn’t fight the way they do because it’s hard on us when having events “have you not held your nephew yet?” I said to Tianna “nope, I was banned” I laughed “you girls, I think Rylee is the first thing to come out” I am glad, because once she comes out I am taking my grandson, then I can spend some time with him, fuck a fashion show. Licking my top lip seeing the photographer taking pictures of us as the show commenced, squinting my eyes and then seeing Rylee, I couldn’t help myself but cheer “she looks well” nodding my head “she is you” I am not even looking at the outfit “she is a good model, I wish she took it serious as she would. She is giving, look at how impressed people are, that is my daughter. She puts herself to the side, she worth more then what she puts herself into” Robyn said in my ear, I don’t know what Robyn wants me to say about that, Aziel is here and I am happy he is “awww look” I said smiling, Aziel really is just chilling in this guy’ arms “Brian is handsome isn’t he” Robyn said, I cringed thinking Aziel was about to cry, just seeing the amount of people just taking pictures “maybe having him hidden was better” the guy and Aziel got to the end, he passed Rylee Aziel and the flashes went off “it was bound to happen, might as well get paid for it” nodding my head getting up and rushing off as they made their way back.

Holding Aziel’ legs, he is sat on my shoulders “Chris, how does it feel to be a grandparent?” Vanity asked “I am the most handsome one going, erm it’s different. The love is one hundred, he has really made life complete for me anyways” I chuckled “was it a surprise for you?” she pushed “of course, I mean like any parent it was a shock but now, I am just enjoying being the cool grandparent” Rylee smiled at me “thank you Chris” walking off with Aziel, he is holding my hair like that shit don’t hurt “you going to hold him?” I said to Tianna “I am banned, I keep telling you. Even though I posted him” I sighed out “he is cute though” I grinned “well you will have your baby brother or sister to hold instead” I said “what?” Ti said, I froze “oh please?” I just smiled at Tianna, she is side eyeing me “oh my god, that is actually annoying. You both old too, wow!” I mean that slipped out “ok listen to me right, don’t say anything more” Tianna is not happy “it happened, besides you will be busy. Boohoo” she shook her head “not the point, Raihan may be sad too, he loves being the youngest” licking my lips laughing “then he going to need to grow the fuck up” I joked “now why you both thought this was a good idea though? I need answers” I mean Tianna won’t be around so she doesn’t need to worry “because we need another baby in the house, since Aziel we craved another” I said “you mean mom did” she huffed out.

Kicking the door as I walked into the hotel room “whatever” Rylee said and put the phone down “whatever huh” pressing a kiss to Aziel cheek as I placed him on the bed “what is momma talking about” sitting on the bed “men” she just said “Oakley?” I said “yep, in his words. I pissed him off and things” she sat down next to me “maybe you both need to just be cordial for Aziel but I think honestly, if it’s real. It will come back, clearly you both are annoying each other and having these arguments, it will always come full circle if it’s real. Like he’s going through things right now, you being there is making it worse so I think give him that space” Rylee shook her head “leaving him alone means that he will end up being with other girls” nodding my head “and same with you, clearly him seeing you with that guy has upset him too. I think just let him be him, and then you do you. You might find another or you both come back together better then ever” she needs to let him go, it will come back if it’s real “just worries me that you’re here though, alone. Come back to America, you can still be you Rylee. But London, is a big place. I just want you to have help close by, nobody is here and now you’re not with Oakley, I get if you want to stay in London but I do get worried. Never think you’re alone Rylee, you have me. You have me always” Rylee smiled “I think I will stay in London just because his dad is here, I know Oakley is a good dad so I rather keep him close to his dad” I respect her decision even if I wish she was close.

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👀👀 what did you think of seperate ways!!!! :D

OKAY SO

I REALLY liked playing as Ada omg her moves are SO much fun. Seriously that grappling hook melee, I did it all the time I just could NOT get enough.

I played on assist mode bc I am NOT good at gaming lol but regardless I did have a good time and thankfully only died once at the beginning bc I wasn’t keeping an eye on my health. I also was like. Not playing right bc I chose never to get the rifle so when it came time for the chapter with the regeneradors I was like “nah no thanks I’ll just run” and run I did

Anyway ignoring me being a shit tier gamer, I did appreciate a lot of the story. You and I have some similar criticisms, Ada’s stupid ass heel boots, Wesker saving her (and putting her in a bed????) which was super out of character, cuz like narratively, there was no reason for that to happen, she could’ve just ran away to the next set piece but w/e.

I did like that her mission had absolutely nothing to do with Leon, I like how it showed how close she was to the action at certain times, I REALLY liked her boss fights with like El Gigante and the Verdugo and Saddler and how DIFFERENT they were compared to Leon’s fights, with obviously good reason, it was well done and a fun change of gameplay

Gotta say I was extremely let down by all the people who were like “Aw Ashley and Ada’s interaction was so good” cuz like girl what interaction? Once again the narrative insists that Ashley is only there to service Leon, she tells Ada “Leon needs help. Hurry!” and that’s it. They don’t exchange words, they don’t interact, Ashley is just being a good girl and worrying about our good boy protagonist yet again. I know the scene had a timer and this the scene couldn’t be too long but considering the sympathy Ada shows when she hears what’s happening to Ashley in that one scene, they could’ve given us SOMETHING. Maybe I’m too obsessed with Ashley and just expected more idk.

I liked Ada’s relationship with Luis, they work well as partners without compromising either of their characters (Ada is still willing to threaten Luis and always have the upper hand to get what she wants, and Luis is willing to extend a kind hand to Ada to help with her infection and ask for her assistance helping Leon and Ashley) and I liked the narrative they built with what Ada and Luis were up to that whole time we spent with Leon.

I hated the re5make teasing at the end, it felt inevitable but I still hated it, because gd dammit we already had too much of Wesker in this game (seriously what was he DOING on the island why did he need to be there in person the entire point of sending Ada there to do it was so she could be there risking her life to get the job done Wesker would never put himself at risk for a job like this) and obviously I’ve talked at length about how desperately I want a CV remake before any other games. Deadass in the cutscene when they showed Wesker had Krauser’s body I thought for a sec that it was supposed to be Steve’s body and it was a CV remake tease (since he does do that in CV) but obv that doesn’t make sense and it was meant to be Krauser but in my defense his body was under a blanket so sue me.

I thought that selling Leon’s jacket and Krauser’s beret were funny quests, as was killing the giant fish, I REALLY enjoyed the crossbow and flaming arrows, especially during the boss fights with El Gigante and Saddler, I liked the story structure I think it fits the narrative they crafted with re4make rlly well, I liked the characterizations (excluding the grief I already have with Wesker (speaking of Wesker that fascist ass line “the weak exist to serve the strong” like ohhhh my gd y’all cannot try to claim that this man isn’t a fascist holy shit)) I found Ada’s one liners to be really funny I liked it I really did like it

OH ALSO. The blue contact was stupid. Capcom rlly did it they gave blue eyes to everyone in RE4

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Visiting Genova was nice and i love being close to the sea but...

[yesimwriting]

The Needs of Pain

A/n as promised,,, here is my gift to you bc I finished ap gov today :))

The darkling x heartrender!reader story based on the whole ‘no one but me can hurt you’ thing :))

Warnings: sexual innuendos,, attempts to sexualize pain if you squint, kinda lemon-y

I kinda want to write a smutty part 2 let’s see lol 

Summary: after a training injury, Kirigan reveals how he views the dynamic of your relationship and figures out how to best help you work through the pian 

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In an odd way, the most painful part of my injury had been the wound on my pride, not my shoulder. Though the pain that begins beneath my collarbone and continues down my left shoulder is not exactly pleasant. I can’t bring myself to pity myself too much as I stare at the extent of my burns. There’s a war going on. People die, people lose loved ones, I have to tolerate pain for an hour or two before a healer can be sent to be. 

I told Genya I’d be fine in the medical wing, but she insisted that I wait for a healer to be sent to me. The people here look up to me, if news of my injury got out, especially considering it’s a training wound, morale would take a blow we can’t currently afford. Genya had looked relatively sympathetic when she told me that many healers were occupied considering how difficult training had been and I had told her I could bear the weight. 

Now, in my room, staring at the basin full of water, I’m starting to regret my desire to be self sacrificing. I dip the towel in the water, squeezing out the excess before daring to dab the fabric on the outer edge of the wound. The feeling is fire against my skin all over again. An instinctual curse leaves me as I drop the towel on the counter that surrounds the basin. 

Arthur hadn’t meant it. I can still hear the frantic apologies tumbling from his full lips. He should have been more focused on the task at hand, he should have never stopped to look at me, at the way I could control so many living things at once. In some odd sense, his distraction had been a compliment. Many of the girls here would sell anything to have Arthur’s attention, even if it resulted in such a careless mistake. 

I grimace, picking up the towel and preparing to start again. I should at least clean it before the healers have to deal with both a physical injury and an infection. The sound of my door flying open and then shutting angrily is enough of a distraction for me to accidentally dab the towel against my skin too harshly. I curse again, turning my head towards the bathroom door. Did Genya exaggerate the severity of my wound? Are the healers that desperate to get to me? 

I turn on my toes, towel forgotten by the basen full of water as I approach the door that connects my room with the bathroom. “I’m--” Words meant to calm a frantic healer stick to the back of my throat as soon as I register all the black in the room. General Kirigan. Great. He no doubt heard about my injury after prying it from Genya and now he’s here to scold me for the childishness of it all. To be injured because a boy and I just couldn’t help ‘make eyes at each other’. All he does is insult my refusal to become bitter just because I was born possessing power. 

“You’re what?” His words are a different level of callous, darker than the shadows he creates with the will of his mind alone. “An idiot that let herself be sent back to her room instead of demanding to see a healer?” 

That’s an odd thing for him to focus his anger on. At least it’s not fully directed at me. On instinct, I half turn, attempting to hide my injury from his piercing eyes. My instinct tells me he should never see me so mortal. “Genya recommended it,” my words are determined yet calm, “It’s such a small injury it isn’t worth risking everyone’s morale. A healer will come here when one is available.” 

His face tightens in what must be some kind of disgusted disbelief. “Foolish girl--have you no instinct for preservation?” 

Every decision I’ve made since being injured made sense before he spoke to me. The fierceness of his voice leaves my face warmer than it was a moment ago and reminds me of the stem of my dislike for him. General Kirigan speaks and I am left a clumsy child. “Some things are more important than one’s self.” I expect he’ll turn that into something else to mock or belittle about me. “And it’s not a grave injury it’s barely--” 

The distance between us seemed so great less than a second ago, but he’s closed it so quickly, grabbing my left wrist and extending my arm forward so that I can’t hide anything from him. “You’re burned.” There’s the slightest bit of surprise coloring his words along with something else I can’t interpret. “How did you get burned?” 

Kirigan doesn’t know. My stomach knots, anticipating embarrassment. “Training incident--I was standing too close to an Inferni.” 

His grip on my arm tightens. I grimace as he pulls me forward with no regard for my injury. “Who?” The voracious way he says the word leaves my thoughts trembling. He is a void of darkness, starving for a victim to snuff the light out of.  

When my thoughts settle, I cannot bring myself to tell him the truth. “I didn’t see, I was distracted by the burning.” I exhale slowly, desperate to escape the flames behind his eyes the way I could not escape the fire of earlier. “It doesn’t matter, I’ve been injured worse in training.” His hold on my arm doesn’t loosen, I glance down at his hand, his firm grip on me somehow worse than the burn. “You’ve injured me worse in training.” 

“I may push you, exhaust you, and leave you mad--but I have never done anything that comes close to--that!” The last of his words carry themselves louder than the rest. 

If the skin of my shoulder wasn’t so sensitive I’d try fighting his tightening grasp. The accusation on my part had been a little much, but it was meant to serve as a reminder that he’s not one to care about my comfort or well being. “Why does it matter?” I can’t bring myself to meet his gaze. “You’ve never cared about any of my injuries before.” 

Kirigan releases my arm in a stiff trance, raising his hand to brush his thumb down my cheek. The contact is reminiscent of an extremely different moment. “The first night here you only let a few tears escape you when you were convinced that no one could see them. Do you remember how I turned and wordlessly wiped them away?” His gesture had not been comforting then and it isn’t comforting now. He never wanted to comfort me, he wanted to assert some strange power over me. “I let those tears fall because they were because of me and I knew it was for the best.” I say nothing, letting his thumb ghost tears that will not come. “The moment I discovered you, what you could be, you became mine.” 

“I am no one’s.” The reaction is instinctual, a pride my mother instilled in me. My voice is too loud, too brash. “I am my own.” 

I brace myself for his anger, but all I receive is the slight relaxation of his lips. “It’s things like that give you so much potential in other ways.” His voice is a jagged rock caressing my skin, not minding the scrapes it leaves behind. “You’re a fair plaything, as well as useful.”  

He’s speaking so gently his voice borders on vulnerable. Something in me warms, but I can’t tell why. I know that Kirigan finds joy in my discomfort--why else would he belittle me so often? “The healer will be here soon.” 

“Yes,” he makes no move to leave, instead Kirigan grabs my wrist again, forcing me to turn so that he can analyze the extent of my burn, “Which is why I will ask you again…” I try to catch his gaze, but his stone stare is focused on my burned shoulder entirely. “Who did this?” 

“I told you.” He can never know. “It was a training accident.” 

“And someone is responsible.” 

I let out a breath, tired of feeling so incomplete. I just want to be healed and go to sleep. “Why does it matter?” His fingers trail up my arm patiently, my body betrays me by shivering. “Accidents happen, you’ve put me in more risk than--” 

“I’ve always intended to break you one way or another,” his voice is more supple than it’s ever been before, “Your goodness is too tempting to not tarnish.” He turns my wrist over easily, ignoring my slight wince. “But if someone else were to do it…” Kirigan trails off, expression tightening in a way I can’t read, “I don’t let others break my play things.” 

Some strange resolve in my chest cracks at that. “Kirigan--” 

“Who are you protecting?” He moves his free hand, placing it without reservation on my shoulder. “Not telling me will only make it worse.” 

Thoughts of Arthur paying for such a small mistake leaves my stomach rolling in guilt. “Make what worse?” 

His expression tightens again. I wait for some kind of rebuke. Kirigan’s lips part as if he expects to criticize my naivety, but instead of speaking he turns sharply. He doesn't release his grip on my wrist as he leads me into my bathroom. 

“What are you doing?” 

Kirigan ignores my surprise, releasing me to pick up the towel I was so quick to abandon. “If you’re too good to take a healer from someone, you should at least avoid infection.” 

“I’m not an idiot, I was cleaning it.” The sharpness of my tone is ignored, Kirigan simply places one hand on my forearm to keep me in place. “Wha--”

 He brushes his thumb over my pulse gently in an effective attempt to silence me. I part my lips in hopes of protesting, but something odd reflects across his eyes. It must be some trick of the light because his expression seems...hesitant. Maybe even concerned. And then cool fabric is pressed into my burn. I bite my tongue so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t bleed. 

“Saints.” 

His expression shifts to that of almost amusement. “I think I’d like to hear you curse in a,” he exhales softly, fingertips trailing up my forearm, “Slightly different scenario.” 

The shock of such a bold innuendo clears my mind from thoughts of pain. But the most startling thing is that the innuendo isn’t entirely unwanted. In the wake of my surprise, he presses the wet towel into my wound again. I fight against a grimace, but that doesn’t go unnoticed by Kirigan. Instead of mentioning it, his free arm touches my uninjured shoulder. For the first time since he’s come here I’m aware of how improper my attire is. I changed out of my starched kefta and into a silk nightgown in order to leave my shoulder unbothered. Genya had helped me change, bearing all of my grimacing and pained curses. 

I should push him off of me. Kirigan can get away with a lot because of his status, but I by no means have to allow something like this. I should not feel shy, I should not be embarrassed. He’s the one that’s out of line. I look up into his eyes, prepared to yell at him for being so out of line. But when I meet his eyes, I see something so un-monstrous I am left breathless. There’s a gentleness to the way he tilts his head downwards, eyes never leaving mine. Is he asking for permission? Permission to--to what? I stay frozen as his lips brush against the unmarred side of my collarbone. His touch is almost enough to make me forget pain ever existed. He pulls away enough that I can feel his breath against the base of my neck. Thoughts I’d never dare speak are banished as the towel presses against my skin again. My face cringes immediately, but he’s quick to press his lips to the base of my neck, lingering kisses melting into my skin. 

“I thought you said you were fine.” His chiding is half-hearted, whispered between two brief kisses against my bare ski. 

He dabs the towel on the burn again, but before I can think to complain, his lips are against my skin again. This time, his lips part slightly allowing his teeth to graze over my pulse. Kirigan pulls away slightly, expression hardening, “I’m almost sorry about this part.” His words leave him in a whisper as influential as sin. 

“What part?” My voice feels foreign in my throat. 

Kirigan doesn’t reply, but then I feel the sharpest pain yet. The towel is cleaning the worst of the burn, the ruined patch of skin that will never recover without supernatural intervention. The gasp I let out is that of a bird with shattered wings. A cry forms in the base of my throat, but before it can leave me, Kirigan’s teeth bite into the skin above my pulse. The pained sound is reduced by my shock, twisting in an odd combination of some kind of pained sound and something dangerously close to a moan. 

He releases me with one last soft brush of his lips, straightening his back and retracting the towel. “There.” Kirigan drops the towel onto the bathroom counter. “It wasn’t that bad, was it?”

I can still feel the ghost of his lips, tongue, and teeth against my skin. I understand now. Each kiss had been a way to distract me, to lessen the pain. Something odd swells in my chest as I try to will my eyes to stop watering in pain. 

Kirigan presses his lips together, pressing his hand against my cheek again. His thumb brushes the few stray tears that escape me. “Don’t cry,” his tone is pure velvet, “I won’t tolerate tears in your eyes caused by anyone else.” He tilts his head oddly, hand sliding down my cheek before gripping my jaw, “I can provide reason for your tears if you’d like.” 

Inhaling deeply, I continue to stare at him. Today has been so sudden. He’s flirted with me through strangely sexual insults and threats before, but never has he been so forward about it. 

“I’m fine,” I force my voice to remain clear. He nods once. A soft rap at my door has me turning away from him. “The healer--I shoul--” 

“Come in,” he calls, voice clear and leaving no room for argument. 

My eyes widen. To be caught with him here could be detrimental for my reputation. Kirigan pulls away, something sharp playing at his features, something almost humorous. 

He leaves the bathroom like this is his own room. “Her wound is clean, work quickly.” I walk out of the bathroom in a strange trance. Kirigan’s gaze lands on me as I enter the main part of my room, “I need her at her full strength for what I have planned.” 

There’s a heaviness to his words, a weight that tells me he means more than what his words imply. Goosebumps erupt across my skin as I try to banish the thoughts of his mouth against my skin between inflictions of pain, blending together to create the most intense sense of fight or flight I’ve ever experienced. 

Kirigan begins to approach the door to my room. “I’ll be checking on her later.”

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The Façade of the Suitor - Pt. 2

***Wow! You guys are really digging this series! Thank you so much for your support 🥰🥰🥰 I don't get to share OCs often, so it's really reassuring to see you guys take to Harlow. She's a character, that's for sure 😅😅 Thanks for all the love! - B*** Summary: MC catches the eye of Lady Harlow, a higher demoness who has had a small feud with the brothers for centuries. She's determined to steal MC from them and keep MC under her wing. The brothers, however, are determined not to let that happen. Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

After a week had passed since the ball, Lucifer had dared to hope that maybe that had been the end of things and that Harlow would just leave him and you alone. But fate had never been on his side. A letter arrived in the mail, sealed with a horrifyingly familiar purple stamp and her nauseating fragrance. It was, of course, addressed to you.

Lucifer's nose wrinkled in distaste. He'd have to dispose of this before you ever caught sight of it. He had turned to do exactly that when he bumped into Satan and dropped the letter. Satan sighed and bent down to pick it up. "I thought that you of all people would be capable of watching where you're," he stopped short as he finally looked at the letter. Satan's jaw clenched as he looked back at Lucifer. "Why in Diavolo's name are you in contact with her again?" Lucifer sighed and tried to take the letter back, Satan stepped out of his reach. He glared at the angry demon. "Not that it's any of your business-" "Not my business?!" Satan snapped before Lucifer could finish his explanation. "She turned you against all of us and nearly tore this family a part and you don't think it's my business if you're in contact with that- that- that snake again?!"

Lucifer growled at the reminder of his past failure. "If I had a choice, I would wipe her foul existence from the face of this realm, but I can't. I loath that woman as much as you do. The letter isn't addressed to me. It's to MC."

Satan's eyes widened and quickly looked down at the letter, seeing your name scrawled in her disgustingly perfect cursive font. He dropped the letter as though it had burned him. "We can't let them see this. Harlow shouldn't even know MC exists! How the fuck did this happen?"

Lucifer picked up the letter, " The exchange program ball. Near the end of the evening, MC and I were relaxing near a wall and Harlow approached us." Satan looked at his brother as though he had two heads. "And you just let her?" This quickly earned the younger demon another glare. "We were at a public event where I was representing our House and Diavolo and MC was representing the human realm. There wasn't much I could do without causing a scene." Satan rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in the air. "Of course! You'd let Harlow sink her claws into MC just so you can protect your reputation. I forgot who I was talking to for a moment." Beel stepped out of the kitchen and into the room at the sound of the yelling. "What's going on?" "Noth-" "Harlow's trying to get to MC." The "father and son" duo sneered at each other. Beel's eyes widened as his face paled. "Well, we aren't going to let her, right? We can stop her this time. Now we know her tricks. It won't be like last time?" he was staring directly at Lucifer. The eldest felt his stomach twist and churn guiltily at the desperation in Beel's stare. They all knew from experience just how cunning and manipulative Harlow could be. She had targeted Lucifer specifically, and because he let down his guard, his whole family soon became infected by the demoness venom. He refused to let the same happen to you. Lucifer turned on his heel and threw the letter into the fireplace. The three brothers watched as it slowly was consumed by the flames and turned to ash. "Tell the others about what happened. There's no doubt that Harlow will attempt to reach MC again. It's our duty to stop that from happening," Lucifer spoke up. Beel nodded right away before taking off to obey the command. Satan sighed and glanced at Lucifer, "You know this won't stop her. She'll figure out a way to get to MC." Lucifer continued watching the flames. The fire's glow reflecting in his obsidian eyes like a memory flickering in the darkness. "Maybe so, but at the very least it will give us time to come up with a plan on what to do when she does." In the end, Satan had been right. The brothers worked tirelessly together to intercept any letters, bouquets, or baskets that had been sent for you. Asmo kept a collection of the bouquets and gifts in his room, and simply told you that they were objects of admiration from his fans. You had walked in on Beel shuffling through the mail one day, and he had managed to fluster out an excuse before hurrying out of the room and shoving the most recent letter into his mouth. Mammon became even clingier than usual and was always by your side. Although he was physically with you, his mind and eyes were always looking around you for any signs of the demoness that he was trying to avoid. Satan had worked with Solomon to put an enchantment on the House's gates that caused anything that had recently touched Harlow's hands to be incinerated as it passed through the gate. Levi had been forcing you to watch the top ten anime betrayals and any anime with a manipulative or toxic antagonist in hopes that it would help you recognize them in Harlow if she ever got to you and that you would do the right thing and choose your real best friend him (and I suppose the others as well). Belphegor would purposefully fall asleep on you as much as possible to prevent you from leaving the House and therefore heightening the risk of Harlow coming to meet you personally. Lucifer had begun to do his own research on Harlow, once more, and was looking back on his own past experiences with the demoness to gain wisdom on how to outwit her. Despite all of their efforts, it wasn't enough. You came down to breakfast, looking complexed but intrigued as you held a piece of paper with a dreadfully purple broken seal on the top. The brothers froze as Harlow's familiar perfume reached their noses. Levi swallowed his food as he looked at you nervously. "M-MC, what...what do you have there?" You blinked up at them and held up the paper. "It's a letter from

Lady Harlow. A bat flew through my window this morning with this attached to its foot. According to the letter, she's tried more normal means of communication, but had no luck. Hmm, I wonder why?" you pondered out loud as you continued reading the letter. The brothers exchanged worried looks. Lucifer straightened his posture. "What else does it say?" You barely looked over at him as you responded. "Oh, she has invited me to a private luncheon at her manor. Apparently, she'd like to get to know me better." Your words caused everyone at the table to stiffen. "Seems suspicious to me," Belphie stated as he rested his head on your shoulder. "You shouldn't go. She's probably planning to kill you or something but is just pretending to be nice to get you to let your guard down." You smirked down at him. "Hmmm, sounds familiar," despite your joking tone, you noticed the room tense and Belphie looked away in shame. You frowned and placed a hand on his arm. "I...I was joking, Belphie. You know I've forgiven you for that. You've proved that you've changed. We're okay," you looked around at the others, finally picking up on the tension in the room. "What's going on? Why is everyone acting so weird?" Satan sighed and met your eyes. "Harlow is the Lady of Manipulation. She thrives off of playing with others' emotions and desires to get her own twisted wants." "She's dangerous," Lucifer added. You were shocked to see that he was seemingly unable to meet your eyes. Instead, he stared at his plate as though lost in a memory. "She's incredibly skilled at what she does and will worm her way into your thoughts before you're even aware of what's happening. She's cunning and sly," he finally lifted his head to look at you. You shivered at the intense urgency and regret in his gaze. "Lady Harlow is not one that you should give even a second of your time to. If you give her even a single inch, she will take a mile." You frowned and looked back at the letter. It was filled with so many kind words and eloquent phrasing. She had seemed nice enough at the ball, and she went through all this trouble just to send you an invitation. "Thank you for the warning," you spoke sincerely as you looked at the others. "I'll be sure to keep your words in mind and be careful." Mammon scoffed and crossed his arms. "You make it sound as if you're going." "I am." The room burst into a mix of angry proclamations, commands that you were not going, and pleas for you to listen to them. You smiled sympathetically at the brothers. "I know you're worried, but it would be extremely rude to reject a personal invitation like this from a noble, especially after all the effort she went through to have it delivered. I should at least go to see what she wants. I'll have my D.D.D. on me and you can guys can ask me all the questions you want as soon as I get back." Lucifer's eyes searched your expression in a mix of frustration and desperation. "MC did you not hear a single word I just said? One visit is all she'll need. I really must urge you not-" "Lucifer stop," the room fell silent as Lucifer's mouth snapped shut. His gaze hardened at your use of a command. You sighed and ran a hand over your face. "I'm sorry, but this isn't your choice. I know you seem to have...something going on with Harlow, and I will take caution from your words during my visit. But I'm sure I'll be fine. I live with and have befriended seven of the most powerful demons in the Devildom. What's a silly noblewoman going to do to me?" You gently lifted Belphie's head off of you and rose. "I should get ready for the school day. I'm sorry guys. I'll see you all later." As you left, a small piece of hope from within the brothers left with you. Lucifer snarled and downed a glass of wine. "Right," he said bitterly and looked over at Satan, "onto plan c."

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An Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Summary: On the way back to UA after a weekend of field training, the bus breaks down. Luckily for classes 1A and 1B, Vlad was able to find you rooms! Unluckily for everyone, it was not a big hotel. Time to share, and your roommate was... you guessed it; Izuku Midoriya! Good thing, too, because you're not feeling too good.

Other Parts: Shoto Todoroki

Content: SFW, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Suggestive Themes

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You wandered down the halls near aimlessly as you searched for your room. It shouldn't have been so hard to find a room in a hotel, but unfortunately for you, this place had no order. Room 412 should've been right between 410 and 414, but in its place was room 416. Was your room even located on the fourth floor? You were unsure at this point.

"Four twelve... four twelve... four twelve... It should be here, but these aren't in numerical order. Maybe if I retrace my steps, I'll see that I missed something! No, these aren't in order either. Are villains trying to disorient us? Maybe I'm thinking too hard... " You overheard a familiar voice muttering down the hall. It was nearing you, but you couldn't point out exactly who it was.

As you continued down the dimly lit hallway, the voice gradually got louder. Soon, it sounded like it was right in front of you. It was right in front of you! You bumped into the source of the sound and nearly fell backward. That was an oddly soft wall you'd run into.

"I am so sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you, I swear! Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I-" Now you knew who it was. Who else went on and on that way? It had to be Deku.

"No- I'm fine, Midoriya." You brushed off whatever initial shock you'd felt and stood up straight again. "You said 412?" The room. That was your room, and if he'd seen it, you needed to know where.

"What? Oh, the woman at the desk told me to look for room 412, but I can't find it anywhere." Izuku replied to you without hesitation. His brain was running at full capacity at all times, after all.

"She did? That's my room too. Can we look together?" You'd been grouped with Midoriya? That was unexpected. You'd expected someone like him to end up with Bakugo or Todoroki, but it looked like he was stuck with you. You didn't know him too well, but he probably didn't mind.

"Yeah! This must be a test." He nodded, accepting your offer. Was he always thinking about hero work? That looked like what the hero course did to them all.

The two of you spent minute after minute hauling luggage around the fourth floor. After a while, Izuku offered to take your bags for you. You declined- but were starting to wish you hadn't. Double-checking, triple-checking- nothing provided results, and it was beginning to tire you.

"Maybe it's on another floor?" You pitched your idea to the now pacing and muttering mess of a boy. He'd hardly heard you through his thick thought bubble.

"Of course! If all of these are out of order, there's no telling how disorienting the next floors are. It must be somewhere else!" Had he seriously not considered that before? You hesitated to tell him because you thought he'd already checked the other floors. Then again, this wouldn't be the first time someone had to suggest something obvious to him.

Izuku led you to the elevator and pressed the button to move down a floor. One floor at a time, that's how you'd do it. The wait was long, and Midoriya appeared lost in thought the entire time. Soon, the quiet elevator ride lowered you to the third floor.

"Alright, let's check around here for the-"

"I found it!" Midoriya interrupted you with his outburst from slightly down the hall. Sure enough, on the 3rd floor, 412 was sat between 310 and 314. It made you wonder what happened to room 312.

Never mind any of your questions or concerns, it was time to sit! Finally, after all that time training, you got to sit on a sturdy piece of furniture. The odd circumstances didn't even cross your mind as you rushed past Izuku and onto the red couch that sat against the wall in the front of your hotel room.

"You're smart," Midoriya smiled wide as he shut the door behind you. After the click of the lock settled your arrangement, he too sat on the couch at the separate end. "So it... looks like we're going to be spending the night here. I'm glad Class B's teacher was able to find us rooms." He nodded to himself.

"Me too." You nodded, stretching out. As you finished your relieving movement and turned to Izuku, you were met with an intense stare. He stopped when he noticed you looking, though. "What?" You questioned.

"Oh- nothing! It's just... your side. It's scratched," He mentioned. Right! that cut you'd gotten during practice. You'd forgotten all about it when the bus broke down. It wasn't bleeding anymore, and the pain had gone away. "Is it bad?" Izuku sounded concerned.

"No! Just a silly surface wound. I'm sure it'll be fine once we get to recovery girl." You responded fine, but Izuku did not seem to agree with you. He looked worried, face sporting a frown.

"You should really make sure it gets cleaned and patched up." He stood up and walked towards the bathroom, opening the door and disappearing inside. For a while. you wondered why. What was he doing in there? All that rustling and banging had to mean something.

"They didn't really have bandages, so I-" Eventually, your questions were answered. Izuku exited the bathroom with a first-aid kit and... other things.

"Bandages? I'm not bleeding." You tilted your head a few times, trying to see what he'd come up with. Deku was surely one to know how to wrap wounds, so it couldn't have been anything outrageous.

"You were! It's important to keep it sealed, even if you aren't bleeding anymore." The reason this green-haired boy was panicking was unannounced to you, but in midst of his worry, he made a good point. Who knew what lurked in this hotel? An infection was the last thing you needed.

"Well... alright, Midoriya. How do you plan on helping this, though?" You asked, agreeing to let him help you. Izuku smiled wryly before pulling from behind him a... roll of toilet paper?

"The toiletries here aren't soft and crumbly. They're sort of like... paper. This can make a good temporary bandage when used correctly." His smile was unsure- almost as if he wanted you to fact-check him. You nodded to say you trusted him, but as for the quality of his information? Well, nobody knows.

"Okay... and how do you expect to get that to stick?" You could ask Sero- but, other than that, all options looked to be off the table.

"The first aid kit doesn't have gauze, but it does have some tape left! Skin-safe, of course!" His smile looked more sure now. It faded as he began to put together his makeshift bandaging. He looked focused as he wiped your skin clean with alcohol pads and waved them dry.

He seemed focussed- not on the process- but on keeping you comfortable. Izuku knew he had the ability to hurt you if he wasn't careful, because even though you'd felt fine before, you flinched each time he pressed around the cuts. They were not completely healed, after all.

"Normally, I'd tell you to go take a shower..." He spoke under his breath, tape holder securely between his teeth as he tore pieces to use. "But, because of how these are... I know it'll hurt if you do." Midoriya gently secured a large, doubled-over section of toilet paper to your side. He was right to say the texture was that of paper because you would surely hate to wipe with what he'd placed on you.

"But, shouldn't I shower anyway? We were training, and..." You tried to finish your sentence, but you couldn't quite bring yourself to when you noticed Izuku lost in thought. He was staring at your waist, your top moved with one of his hands as the other carefully ran across the 'bandaging' he'd just applied.

"Might need another layer..." He mumbled, not paying all too much attention to what you said- until you called him, that is.

"Izuku?" You leaned as close to eye level with him as you could and it startled him.

"Oh- sorry!" Whether it was his name or the sharp eye contact that drew his attention was unknown. What you did know was that he'd quickly backed away from you, unhanding your clothes and swiping your side a bit as he stumbled backward on the couch. You tried not to let him know it'd hurt, but you couldn't help the instinctual jolt away from him that followed. "Did I- oh no, I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! I was just scared I was making you uncomfortable and then you looked at me and you said my name and I got scared and..." He... was... mumbling to himself again.

"Midoriya, it's fine. I was just-" You attempted to calm him down, but he was too far gone. It appeared his stunt of focus was interrupted by his feeling of embarrassment. Maybe you should try his first name again? "...Izuku?" It worked! His muttering paused and he looked up at you. His expression was unreadable for a moment.

"You said it again..." He sat up and paused, clearly trying to deduce something. Was that seriously all it took to calm him down?

"Said... what?" You questioned, holding a hand to the throbbing pain on your midsection. He had a harder hit than you thought he would- especially for an accident. He must've really sought to keep a light hand before.

"My... name. I'm sorry if that sounds odd! It's just..." He looked away from you, not without glancing at the hand you held to your side. "Ever since Kacchan and I got to UA... Well, I guess I didn't realize people knew my name." That was true. Bakugo had given Izuku that nickname, and it spread like a rash. Midoriya was strong to have flipped it to be his hero name. Ever since then, no one had called him by anything but Deku or Midoriya.

"I hope I'm not crossing any lines by using it- it just seemed to capture your attention." Your response was direct and apologetic.

"It's not that," Midoriya shook his head. "I have no problem with it! It's just... new." He mustered another smile and met your eyes again. You quickly moved your hand but you knew he'd seen it. Your intention wasn't to make him feel bad! It just hurt, was all.

"Well, Izuku... how about we go to sleep? It's getting late," You tested him. His smile formed more properly this time!

"Yes, but I really should add another layer or two to that. I wouldn't want it to tear in your sleep." He was calm enough to say that without flustering himself. Perhaps the same focus he had earlier had returned? No, that wasn't it.

The look in his eyes as he carefully followed the same process he had before matched the look there was during training today. He wasn't just focused on helping you- he was in a hero's mindset. It would've been endearing had you not known about his crippling hero complex.

Nevermind that.

Once Izuku had finished putting a more cushiony layer over your midriff, he backed away to view what he'd done. He seemed proud of himself. Rightfully so! Because he'd truly done his best in this endeavor.

"This doesn't hurt, does it?" He moved the hand he'd used to hold up your top down to your waist, his second hand doing the same on the opposite side. Midoriya applied a gentle amount of pressure with both hands, and shockingly, it didn't hurt at all!

"Wow... it... doesn't-" You shook your head and looked down at his hands. It was a bit interesting- looking at him. He still resembled an entirely different state of mind as he sat there tending to you. After a couple more squeezes, though, your own mind wandered.

You attempted to fight it by taking a more literal view of things. You looked first at his arms. They were freckled splotchily. It was an interesting pattern in contrast to the multitude of horizontal scars on his hands. His hands... you couldn't quite see them. The fabric of your shirt had completely fallen over top of them as he continued to pressure check. This method of literal examination only worked for as long as you could focus on it, though. Once Izuku began gently dragging his hands up and down your midsection to check for sturdiness, that strategy was less effective.

"It's not slipping... I think you're good for tonight. Let me know... if it... gets..." As Midoriya lifted his head to make proper eye contact while he spoke, he noticed an all-too-familiar expression on your face. Heat had risen to your cheeks, and you were clearly averting your eyes from his own. Had he made you... nervous? He wasn't sure, but it seemed you were timid in comparison to earlier. Izuku slowly removed his hands from under your shirt and placed them on your knees, watching you closely. "Are you alright?" He asked, voice saturated in concern.

"I'm fine! Nothing's wrong." You brushed off his concern, though you were still twiddling around. "You said it seems alright?" You aimed to change the subject. It was time for bed anyway! Midoriya had to be exhausted from today's training, after all.

"Yes... I applied about as much pressure as a mattress would and you didn't flinch. I think you'll be alright to sleep," He nodded. Would you be able to get him back to his usual mindset any time soon? It was beginning to get uncomfortable– usually, Deku was the one getting flustered, but right now he was calm and you were the one stumbling over yourself.

All you could do was nod. Eventually, Midoriya backed away from you to allow you to change. It was just the break you needed. You walked into the bedroom with your bag and pulled out your bedclothes. You were met with a shock when you turned to put them on, though.

"That can't be right..." You said that louder than you'd meant to. Who wouldn't, though? This was a room for two people, wasn't it?

"Is everything okay in here?" Midoriya was approaching, but you didn't hear him entirely. You wished he'd knocked when he entered, though. Izuku walked in on you with your shirt hanging from your neck. You rushed to put it back on, slipping it onto your arms as he stepped forward.

"Only... one?" He questioned. It seemed he hadn't noticed you. It wasn't surprising because the two of you were confused about the same thing. Be it some twist of fate, or some odd plot device– the sight in front of you was absurd. There was only one bed.

"I'm sure this is a mistake. I mean, our room was on the wrong floor," You mentioned.

"You're right... but, I don't think we can do anything about it." Midoriya was shifting from foot to foot behind you. "I should sleep on the couch! You're injured, and I don't want you to get hurt any more than you are." The way he spoke was not that of his usual self. He still sounded like he was thinking tactically as opposed to how he normally would.

"No! I mean- no. Izuku, you can stay in here." You looked at the bed once again. There may have only been one- but it was huge! No reason for him to sleep on the couch at all. "Even so, what if I do get hurt? I'd rather you be here to help me." Were you doubting his toilet paper bandages?

...You were. You were doubting his toilet paper bandages.

"I-" Had you finally choked him up? Gotten at least some Midoriya-like response? You had! For once, you managed to make him think about the situation. You didn't know why, but for some reason, you were pleased by it.

"You..?" You prodded.

"Well! I suppose you may be right..." He was looking away from you now, rocking back and forth. You'd gotten him just as nervous as he'd had you. Midoriya was clearly trying to rationalize what you'd said. You were correct- his creation was his creation. If it tore or fell off, he would have to be the one to replace it. So it was settled. Midoriya would sleep on one end, you on the other.

You attempted to change your clothes once Izuku had left but soon noticed that would be more difficult than planned. When you attempted to lift your arms over your head, you felt a painful sting around you. You could hear his pacing around come to a stop when you audibly expressed distress. You'd just gotten your shirt off fine! Why was the wound hurting now?

Things began to make sense over time, though. You'd encountered a villain with no flashy or visible quirk– but they'd hit you with something unique to them. That kitty had claws, and it was looking like they'd hit you with a concealed weapon.

"Are you okay!?" Izuku rushed in soon after you'd realized what was going on. He sounded remarkably worried. Perhaps your cry of pain was louder than you'd thought...

"I'm fine... I think." You had to sit down. The more time that passed, the more painful things became. "I don't think that villain I fought had a mutant quirk..." You huffed, eyes watery. It was only downhill from here.

"Really? Did I jot it down wrong? What's happening?" He was frantic in his efforts to gather information. Midoriya sat down on the side of you that wasn't injured to avoid hurting you.

"The more... I move..." You were slowly growing out of breath. Were you panicking yourself? It felt as though maybe the venomous scratches raked harder with the rise and fall of your chest. "I don't know... I was fine until I tried to move my arms... maybe I did it too fast?"

"Oh no this is bad... the only time I've seen a quirk like this was..." No need to type out all of his panic-filled sentences. Long story short, he felt a bit responsible for your pain. You hadn't started hurting until he tried to fix it, after all.

"Izuku, I don't care." You began to steady your breathing so that you could talk to him properly, though you still sounded strained. "I just want to go to sleep, and I won't be able to get there on my own." If he really felt he was at fault, he'd likely oblige to helping you. You at least hoped he would, because the pain you felt only got worse when you attempted to care for yourself.

"Are you sure?" He sounded worried again now; not for you, but his skills. It was much like the worry he'd harbored while bandaging you. If he was not careful now, he could really hurt you. His ceaseless trembling made his unease all the more clear, and you all the more impatient.

"Hey- just think of it how you did last time. You know... like you're being a hero?" You mentioned his earlier attitude, and almost like a lightbulb had been lit, he changed his demeanor.

"I was acting like that? I'm sorry- I didn't notice." He stood up and stepped in front of you. "But, if it helped... I guess I could do it again." Izuku was visibly trying to switch attitudes again. It did not take long. Soon, he was mumbling things he noticed about the quirk's effect on you while looking for a place to start. Now, you felt the same hands that'd helped wrap you on your sides once again. This time, though, he was focused on your clothes.

"That's your pajama shirt over there, right?" He asked, voice wary. For a second you were unsure why.

"Yes, that's the one. Could you bring it to me?" You replied simply. If you kept a work-based mindset, it would help him maintain one as well.

"Of course! But, well... I guess what I'm trying to say here is that you shouldn't put it on on your own..." Though he was attempting to remain professional, he couldn't help the tint that covered his cheeks. This was embarrassing. "I'll look away! Only one of us needs to see for me to help you, right?" He was starting to let the fear seep through his voice. You brushed it off to save his pride.

You just nodded, assuming it'd work. It did work! Though you couldn't focus the entire time. Izuku ran his hands down the sides of your top, grabbing the bottom hem gently. He did his best not to bump into you or cause you to move more than you had to, knowing it'd be painful.

It was hard to get your arms up, but you did it for as long as you could while Midoriya slid off your day clothes and neatly fixed your bed shirt atop of you. Once he'd let it down, he helped you bring your arms down and laid you on the bed.

"I promise to stay close so you can call me if you need to. Only if you want to, that is! I don't know how long the effects of that quirk will last, so..." Whatever the effects were. It was a bit hard to tell. As you laid still, the pain from before began to subside. Sure enough, you were just fine to lay on the bed. Neither side of you caused trouble–

That is until you chose to remove the bottoms you'd been wearing. It was a tad warm with another person in bed, and you were under the covers anyhow. It shouldn't have mattered! Sadly for you, though, the last bit of stretch you needed to move them past your hips was too much for your body to handle. Perhaps the bend in your midsection was what caused the quirk to activate? Every time you moved your core, venomous stings prickled throughout your body. Izuku felt the sheets rustling and turned over to check on you.

"Are you alright?" He asked, sitting up on his forearm to look over you. You stopped moving, a wise decision, and cleared your throat to respond to him.

"Well, I was trying to get comfortable, and..." Your sentence trailed as you began to think this was nothing worth troubling him with. "It's nothing, Izuku. Just a little pain."

"Well, how can I help?" He sounded once again concerned, and you could feel him sitting up behind you.

"No ways you'd want to! Don't worry about it, really." You insisted, but he insisted harder. It took quite some time, but eventually, he broke you into telling him the issue. Midoriya was clearly rattled, but he also dispensed a strange look of determination. He did tell you he would be there to help you, and he was determined to live up to his word. A hero may be put in uncomfortable situations after all.

After a long list of questions asking for consent to help you with your... specific problem, he raised enough courage to scoot behind you and begin his assistance. What happened next nearly stunned you. Izuku did his best not to move you as he gently slid his left hand beneath your hips. He felt around for a moment, and you could almost hear him panicking when he couldn't find the top seem of your pants. He decided it'd be best to find the top using his other hand, and so shortly after you found his right hand slinking fingers around your waist and traveling down to your thigh.

Your face burned as he continued to feel around for your clothes. Eventually, he found what he thought to be the hook he was looking for. As he pulled and you shifted backward into  him to stop the fabric from moving, he realized he'd picked the wrong thing.

"I am so sorry! I didn't mean to- oh this is bad. I'm so so sorry, I didn't know that was there and I-" Boy was he good at talking. You shushed him quickly, though, feeling well enough to use your own hand to guid his down to where your bottoms really were. You attempted not to squirm as he carefully pulled them past your thighs and got them off of your feet.

"Thank you." You smiled, sporting a grateful expression. The both of you were thankful it was dark, because each of you had blushed faces due to what'd happened under the covers.

"You're very welcome." Deku sounded distant when he replied. He attempted to act as normal as possible, but the air in the room was thick enough to suffocate you. Today was eventful to say the very least.

"Hey, Izuku?" You called him, hoping you could surface his mind.

"Oh- yes?" He sounded attentive enough.

"Let's.. go to bed, yeah?"

"That... is a great idea."

In the stoic silence of your room you eventually found yourself drifting into sleep. Izuku hadn't moved his hands from around your waist when he brought them up from your legs. You were glad, because had he made any sudden movements in his startled state he would've done more harm than good. It wasn't like the position of his hands was uncomfortable, either. Soon enough, both of you were unconscious. It would be a shame if someone walked in that night... oh well. Not like they could find the room.

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YOU KNOW THE DRILL tw // suggestive dont read ahead if youre uncomfortable with the topic of aphrodisiacs! 

MIDDLE SCHOOL 

before anything, I gotta explain he was born to parents who had an infatuation quirk (makes them hardcore fall in love with you) and an infection quirk (transmits a virus via saliva)  

developed his quirk late, since they usually get it by the time kids are four 

most people knew him as quirkless before the first incident 

in middle school, his class was preparing for a school play, he and his classmate got cast as the main lead prince and princess 

coincidentally, they both had a crush on each other and had a scene where they kissed

technically they weren’t supposed to, since its just a play, but one time they were practicing in private and wanted to try kissing “for real”

so they shared a super giggly cute middle school first kiss but well UNFORTUNATELY FOR HIM HIS QUIRK HAD WELL DEVELOPED– 

BADABING BADABOOM YOU HAVE AN IMAGINATION USE IT

the only way for the quirk’s effects to go away is to come at least once or pleasuring yourself until it goes away

I DO NOT WANT TO IMAGINE IT BUT. IMAGINE BEING A TEACHER AND FINDING A MIDDLE SCHOOLER WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HER AND AN ADULT IS FORCED TO TELL HER HOW TO MAKE IT GO AWAY LLLLIKE–

rip now that I’m thinking abt it, I don’t even think anybody would even kNOW HOW TO MAKE IT GO AWAY so lets imagine she painfully stays that way until they figure out how to make it stop :^(

there’s a big fight that happens between the teachers, principal, and parents of both parties 

of course the crush’s parents got mad and called their kid a fuckin uhhhhh sexual predator or some shit despite also beING THE SAME AGE AND NOT EVEN KNOWING ABT HIS OWN QUIRK LIKE HELLLO

obviously an incident like this is going to spread like wildfire but the principal does not want something like this to leak, especially since it was not on purpose and was a total accident 

the other kid’s parents and some teachers did not feel comfortable however, and sato was forced to drop out

but not wanting to spread the gossip about their son’s quirk and the incident, they leave the town and move someplace else

thankfully, the principal gives the sato family his good grades and a recommendation to a decent highschool for the trouble

they’re originally from osaka, but moved to tokyo 

this is where they start taking precautions with sato, basically teaching him to be careful with his saliva 

it was easily taught and learned esp since the mom was already like that around him and others everyday anyway!! she has to take care of her saliva-based infection quirk, after all 

HIGH SCHOOL

he got enrolled into a regular highschool in tokyo

no hero course, no support course, no business, just a regular ol’ school

if before, he loved surrounding himself with people, this was where he was forced to develop a lonely disposition to protect himself and others

at least his parents were very protective and supportive of him and they were generally a happy family!

but in school, pretending to be quirkless was just as difficult, getting bullied or pitied for having no special abilities 

his excuse for wearing a mask all the time was because his mother had a virus-related quirk, and had to be careful 

one day his dad was suddenly got really, really sick

the more he had an excuse to wear a mask because he didnt want to get whatever disease his father started to develop 

sato started thinking it could be his mother (but why?) the results didn’t say anything about an unknown virus killing him (which is his mom’s quirk), and that his father really did contract a strong yet very normal disease 

while on his second year in highschool, his father, yozo sato, died 

apparently, without him knowing anything about his parents, his mother, oba sato, was actually under the dad’s infatuation quirk this whole time

she realised she wasn’t really in love with him when oba had accidentally allowed a drop of her saliva to fall into the meal she was making him, making him sick, and therefore making him weak enough to deactivate his quirk on her 

oba, back in her college years, wanted to marry someone else but yozo, who had a crush on her wanted her to himself, used his quirk to make him fall in love with her 

so in revenge for making her put up with him all these years to the point of marriage and having a kid, she continued to do this to his food 

her quirk doesn’t make anybody sick enough to die, but it made her husband’s immune system weak enough to the point that it contracted a real, serious disease which he ended up dying from instead 

sato only finds out the real story when he graduates from highschool, days right after his graduation the mom confesses it all 

she does say she truly loves him, but can’t stay around him knowing he was technically “unconsensual love”

sato gets reminded of what his quirk does, and true enough, that’s what him and his quirk turned out to be (a sick combination of his mom and his dad) 

they cant bear to be around each other after that revelation and decide to just not see each other again 

COLLEGE YEARS

he enrolls into an education course, inspired by the kind principal who helped him finish his middleschool-highschool education when it all started going downhill 

sato struggles paying for his college fees esp since he doesn’t exactly have his parents supporting him anymore, nor any contact with immediate family 

he has a lot of part time jobs that go all around the clock, he continues pretending to be quirkless so he gets bullied, and has to deal with all that emotional baggage plus being alone so…….clearly my man is TIRED as hell 

his side job hustles include: convenience store cashier, bookstore attendant, bar bouncer, and rookie gym trainer (he went to the local gym long enough for him to get recommended a job as a trainer)

college was that point where he starts developing a hardcore yearning for a companion because oh my god hes so lonELY (but cant)

ANYWAY SO

there’s this bully guy who always picks on him in college (for being “quirkless” and a loner and overall a fuckin weirdo with a mask)

tbh sato doesnt really give a shit he’s so used to it but he doesnt have his mother as an excuse to wear the mask anymore, this is where he starts forming the “I have bad breath” excuse 

“口臭い” (kuchi kusai) translates to “bad breath” or “stinky mouth” so sato unlovingly gets nicknamed “kusato”

one day he’s walking around the campus at night and finds the bully with his gang cornering another quirkless student, with plans of assaulting her 

sato was never the hero type, and was about to ignore the commotion as to not get involved, but something in him moved on its own and he found himself face to face with the gang 

he confronts them, but the bully mocks both him and the girl for not having powers to stop them anyway 

SIKE BITCH sato’s able to easily strike the other two guys, knock them off their feet enough to be able to tug the to-be victim aside, telling her to report them, before asking her to run away as fast as she can

none of the guys want that (they’re all students) so they have a full on brawl (and this isnt hero academy, its a totally normal university so I wouldn’t assume these guys had very impressive quirks)

except the main bully actually has a pretty decent quirk (he’s like a kinda half human half dragon with sharp claws, scales, and dragon eyes) and gets to injure sato with his sharp claws, seriously injuring his face

a part of his ear is also sort of sliced off, which is how his mask gets accidentally removed in the process 

the dragon bully grabs him by the collar and starts angrily shouting at him for ruining his night, being able to do all this shit without a quirk and all and all other derogatory speech 

“Well? what do you have to say for yourself?!“ 

Sato stays silent before spitting right into the bully’s mouth 

The bully drops him immediately, about to angrily fuck him up for doing something super fucking gross but WHOOP WHOOP YOU KNOW WHATS BOUTTA HAPPEN the quirk works immediately and the bully is a TOTAL MESS on the ground 

Im going to TLDR this part cos its…obviously nsfw but like: sato fully embarrasses him in public (beside the bully’s two colleges nonetheless) 

sato stays in the hospital for some time to heal from his wounds 

fortunately, afterwards, the bullies all get expelled 

unfortunately for sato, he also gets expelled for engaging in bad behaviour, and the bully did say what happened to him (and the college principal did not want his…dangerous quirk on campus) so as to lower any incident, all four were expelled 

at least without having to pay for college fees anymore, he could fully focus on paying for food, shelter, and clothes 

minus of course the hospital bills needed to pay plus he got a sick ass scar from it anyway HAHAHAHA BSDJHJRHDHF

ADULT LIFE

he had a lot of jobs here and there, but was more or less doing best as a trainer at a local gym where people weren’t allowed to use their quirks and strengthen their body regularly 

a few years went by and he eventually shrugged off everything that happened in his final college years but one day someone familiar walked into the gym! It was the fellow college student he saved!!!

she became a policewoman who wanted to get stronger in this quirkless friendly gym and hadn’t given up on her dreams of being a “hero,” inspired by how sato saved her that day

sato never really saw himself as some hero, he was left many nights alone thinking about how easily he could become a villain with his quirk, so hearing that really made him happy 

he trains her as her gym coach and she eventually asks him to join her patrol this small part of the city from a gang that was currently going around doing crimes since he’s good at it anyway, saying she could use some extra hands hehe

so yeah!! he does this side gig with her where he patrols alongside her looking for gang crimes and such c:

AND ONE DAY. [WISTFUL SIGH] ONE DAY. HE FINDS SOMEBODY GETTING MUGGED BY A GANG MEMBER AND SAVES………A CERTAIN MAN–

thank you for reading all the way here!!!

feel free to ask for questions or for any clarifications 😭😭😭!!!!!!

[angelicmichael]

Imminient Annihilation sounds so dope - chapter eleven

Michael Langdon x reader

Summary: Reader decides to break the sudden distance that Michael has put between the two of them.. just to be met with Michaels sudden plans to reunite with Madison.

Words: 3.8k+

Warnings: swear words, manipulation, unhealthy relationships, enemies to lovers, slowburn, conflict and brief (??) arguing, some mean! Michael hehe, light fluff, mostly angst

A/N: sorry it’s taken me forever to write this chapter guys!! I hope u all like it 🥺 I missed writing for this fic and hopefully I did it justice haha. Next chapter will be up shortly enough :)

Previous chapter

The night had come and gone; and so did the following morning.

Half of it you spent with your phone nearly glued to your ear; talking to Mallory about what previously had happened with Michael and not to mention going over every detail quite excessively. You didn’t bother to try to talk quietly.. not really giving a fuck if you pissed any of your neighbors off by talking too loudly, because you knew the complaints would all be in Michaels name since he technically owned this apartment. However; trying to talk quietly was not something you could attempt even if you wanted - not while talking to Mallory.

It was hard to not be excessively happy (at the very least) in her presence; she simply radiated that energy to the point where it nearly infected everyone she met or interacted with.. including you.

No one knew better than Mallory did about your certain mental state (except for perhaps.. Michael), so maybe that’s why she seemed especially happy today. Maybe it was just an attempt to get you to smile and well- it worked. For a moment anyway. It worked until you had to hang up the phone because Mallory was still at Robichaux’s and had actual responsibilities..

Responsibilities.. what even were those anymore?

It was nothing that you had.. not with being so caught in the covens new plan and trying literally not to die around Michael or Madison.. you wanted to say it wasn’t fair that others, even Mallory, got to have seemingly easy lives or at the very least weren’t in your current predicament but that was selfish and naive.

You knew better than to think like this..

It was boredom; and seeing Michael just last night perhaps still had you on edge? After all.. things were starting to finally get easier for you so why was your mood not picking up along with it?

“Boredom. Your just bored,” you muttered to yourself with nearly gritted teeth.

You stood up suddenly, opening your phone and immediately going to your messages.. not bothering to read the past conversation that was already open in the app.

‘Would having your address be okay?’

You sent the message to Michael quickly.. or to the number that you knew belonged to Michael; you didn’t have him saved as a contact still. You held your phone; having an odd, intuitive feeling that he would reply right away. You weren’t wrong.

‘My address? Miss me already?’

‘Hah. Funny. Don’t humor yourself. I just wanted our conversation yesterday to continue.’

‘In person? Must be important.’

‘I’d say so.’

Your jaw clenched as you stated at the overly bright saturated screen.

You wanted to say more.. to give yourself a chance to sound more rational and sane, to cement the fact that there was no fucking way that you were talking to him because you missed him like he claimed. But.. you didn’t.

No more arguing.. no more stupid insults.. no more physical altercations.. no more.

Even though you two weren’t in person, this was probably the most normal conversation you two have had.. and that wasn’t something you were eager to ruin.

Your eyes flicked back into focus when you saw a new message appear from Michael, who only replied to state his address.

You didn’t reply; but you figured Michael was smart enough to not need a verbal indication to know that you were coming over. You hoped he was atleast intelligent enough to discern that, anyway.

After quickly looking in the mirror and affirming that you physically appeared decent, you left for Michaels apartment - which luckily was only a few blocks away..

Oh, how lucky you were that you happened to have a ‘soulmate’ who valued convenience..

How fucking lucky.

The walk over went rather quick, and before you knew it, you entered the hotel’s interior.. or what appeared to look like a hotel, anyway. You knew it certainly wasn’t an apartment complex; not a normal one at the very least. Your shoes thudded loudly against the sleek, pristine, marble floors.. you headed straight for the elevator. Not bothering to make eye contact with the receptionist who eyed you suspiciously as if you didn’t belong. And you didn’t. Not technically.. after all you weren’t a resident and you had no plans on renting out a room. Fuck, you didn’t even look like you could- even if you were to lie about it.

It was tempting to continue on thinking that you didn’t belong, because that’s what it truly felt like. You didn’t stick in with Michaels life in any way.. what it really came down too, was the fact that you weren’t Madison.

Sure, the two of you were both witches; and you had plenty in common the more you thought about it - but.. you were still plenty different. The difference mostly was Michael ironically.. although it wasn’t him, himself.

Technically you were closer to Michael than Madison ever could be (not by choice but.. rather by ‘nature’) but you still weren’t what he wanted. You weren’t his type.. not naturally anyway. Sure you were meant to be together for some fucked up reason, but that didn’t change the fact that you two could still barely tolerate each other.. even now.

You were starting to think that you and Michael would never get to the point where you could be called ‘in love’. You would never hold hands, you would never kiss, you would never hold each other or embrace because you truly wanted too.. It would never be genuine.

You knew very well that you might have to kiss Michael in the future if you wanted to sell the lie that atleast you were in love with him, to seduce him but.. you wouldn’t enjoy it. You knew you wouldn’t.. you wouldn’t allow yourself too. Never.

You owed yourself atleast that.

But that being said; you knew you still had to attempt to make the other end of this deal work… the one you had initially agreed to doing with Cordelia.. the one that still Michael knew nothing about. Something you barely felt like you still knew anything about.

You had to try.

You had to.. and your time was now. There would be no backing out or distractions this time.. Not because you didn’t desire any but because there couldn’t be.

Michael couldn’t keep trying to further his plans.. the longer you were to wait and hesitate more than you already had, the more risk you were ultimately taking.

And to be quite frank; you had a lot more to lose than Michael ever did..

You had many valid reasons to carry out your plans on ending Michael, while simultaneously trying to please Cordelia and actually give him a chance romantically.. or at least physically.

Perhaps romance would be thought of another time.. a time where you weren’t about to do this; something vaguely romantic.

Asking a boy to go on a date with you (your soulmate) was never something you would picture yourself doing after you learned exactly who Michael was..

But here you were.

The elevator ride was long and quiet. You stood in the elevator alone; focusing on how difficult your anxiety had made it to breathe.. You tried your best to silently gain control of your breathing as the elevator continued to soar.. you only swallowed and focused your gaze on your hands- trying your best to clear your mind and make sure you went in level headed before you saw Michael. You figured clearing your mind before you talked to Michael was what you would have to do from now on.. if you wanted to get anywhere with him, anyway.

You didn’t jump when the elevator suddenly came to a halt and the doors smoothly opened. You exited as calmly and as ‘normally’ as one possibly could.. your eyes frantically read room numbers on doors as you walked further and further down the hallway..

You didn’t see anyone you recognized still, or anyone at all and you appeared to be on the right floor but that’s not what threw you off..

Shouldn’t there atleast be someone on this floor?

This was Los Angeles after all and the hotel was very much high class.. something didn’t seem right for it to be seemingly entirely empty. Suddenly when you were more than certain that you were alone on this floor.. you saw a sudden dark figure brush past your shoulder.

You wanted to say it was a trick of the light or maybe stress but, something in you knew better than to think that. It was too much of a coincidence, and why were you just now seeing this ‘said’ person in the hallway? Unless they were literally running away from you or purposefully avoiding-

After all, it had to be normal to see figures out of your corner of your eye.. right? Even though you knew this; you still instinctively stopped and turned around.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you instinctively stopped and turned around.. seeing exactly what you feared you would see.

You swore you saw a dash of blonde hair, a figure just hurriedly turning around the far distant corner of the hallway.

Oh fuck no.

You could physically feel the anger and adrenaline pump through your system, and to say it felt overwhelming and terrifying was the biggest understatement you could ever give to pity yourself. Suddenly you felt as if all the blood had been extracted from your veins and replaced with something else, maybe gasoline, because what else would make your veins itch and burn?

It couldn’t solely be because you could’ve saw Madison.. that would be fucking stupid.

The uncomfortable sensation that swarmed under your veins didn’t wane or quit. It stayed with you, as you decided to turn around and stumble toward Michaels apartment. Walking quickly past doors and glancing only long enough to continue to read apartment door numbers.

Not it..

Not it…

No..

God where the fuck was his room?

You shouldn’t have been surprised that his door was at the very end of the hallway.. how could you forget? He had the penthouse with the nicest view.. and Michael would’ve hated it if he knew that you forgot. Lucky for you, he would never know that you thought that. Atleast some things could be kept private between you two.

You quickly knocked on the door. Wincing when you realized that you had learned the hard way how expensive the door was. Your knuckles immediately sore and slightly aching after making contact.

Then you headed in.

You swung the door open carelessly, and loudly. Letting Michael know that you were here without having to pretend to be nice and say ‘hello’.

You walked down the hallway, coming to a sudden halt once Michael quickly appeared a few feet in front of you.. probably to see who just came in unannounced.

“Hey..” you said, rather diminutively. “So.. your not a very good liar-“ you started.

“I thought we already established that I was done fucking lying. I didn’t think you would be coming right away-“

“Bullshit.”

You stopped walking when Michael finally came into view. In fact; you really stopped doing everything.

Your breath and current, stupid, toxic mindset melted away when you saw him.. as if the breath had been knocked clean from your lungs.

It didn’t make sense.. you hadn’t felt this way about anyone in a long time. Especially ever with Michael, out of everyone to feel this ‘weird’ way around. It made you feel almost sickly.. or your sure you probably would’ve been sick if Michael wasn’t currently staring at you like how he currently was.

Almost as if he knew how you currently felt.

“y/n? Are you feeling okay?” He asked slowly. The register of his voice appeared to be lower than it typically was.. something that certainly piqued your interest.

You knew you must be dissociating because suddenly you looked up and Michael was standing right in front of you.. no longer at the other end of the hallway but maybe a foot or two away.

His eyes which were previously locked onto yours traveled just a hair south.

At first you were questioning what exactly he was looking at until you saw the back of his hand raise up; and it was crystal clear what he was trying to do.

Your cheeks were hot, and you knew Michael was raising his hand to check and to feel them.. was it that obvious how much you were currently panicking?

You suppose so.

You gently brushed Michaels hand away.. accidentally catching it with yours in the process.

Fuck.

You nor Michael dared to intertwine your hands even more so they already were.. your fingers barely brushing past another (more so stumbling than anything) but still desperately avoided the inevitable.

It was inevitable..

That was something that you desperately wanted to argue or disprove but you couldn’t. You knew that was the truth more so than anything but, even now that it would happen eventually.. showing any visible signs to Michael that you even thought of him in a slight fond manner was too much. It just wasn’t something you were willing to do at the moment.

“I’m okay. I swear, you don’t have to check,” you said with a giggle, a bit it too bashfully than you had initially intended.

Fuck.

Michael first opened his mouth - his lips slightly parted and his face looked wore a look of utter confusion. However; that didn’t really last. His normal facial expression of appearing non bothered and in control came back; something that sort of weirdly comforted you since you were so used to seeing him like this.

How predictable.

“I’m sorry for my.. lack of control in my behavior. I wasn’t expecting you-“

“That’s clear why.. I know who you had over earlier.” You were left breathless after your words.. chest heaving with anticipation and sudden, horrid doubt that was really only directed at yourself.

What if Michael just denied it and didn’t even want to talk about this?

Trying to manipulate Michael would never work.. but there was really no other option. You needed to stop brushing things off and shoving shit down; communicating with Michael was really the only choice you could make now. It was really your only chance, too.

“Are you talking about Madison?” Michael’s stoic face turned into a almost comedic sneer, almost like he was just processing his words as he spoke them.

“Yeah. I-I know it was her, Michael. and I’m not mad.. I’m really not. I promise I honestly don’t care but, it’s clear seeing her has.. affected you and your emotions,” you started to speak impossibly slowly. Your words were already predetermined in your head but.. saying them out loud, to Michael who wasn’t always the most understanding was what started to get to you.

But so did the now apparent silence.

Michael only made eye contact with you for a brief moment before suddenly looking down and away; almost in a embarrassed manner.

The antichrist? Embarrassed?

It felt almost like betrayal to not feel honored by that.

That thought alone made you nauseous.

“Which isn’t a bad thing; I just wanted to say that my intentions-“ you continued.

“No. Y/n stop, this wasn’t about you, actually,” Michael suddenly cut in, a bit too harshly for your liking.

You could only swallow and sit in silence for a brief moment before responding. You knew he was referring to his ‘meeting’ with Madison.. if it could even really be called that.

“Okay. I guess I should say I’m sorry then.. I shouldn’t have came unannounced,” you sorely admitted.

“No. It’s okay. I’m glad you came if you needed something,” he retorted back sarcastically.

Needed something.. that was a eccentric way of putting it but he wasn’t wrong exactly, either.

“It’s not that I exactly need anything.. the only thing I want from you is the truth.. I only thought we would be seeing her together-“

“We will. We still are, definitely now after today.”

“When?” You boldly bit back.

Michael looked caught off guard but it didn’t last. There was only a brief flash of fear, aloofness that was only present in his eyes. The rest of him never really bothered to show emotion.. not unless he really cared about someone.

Like Madison.

You knew that Madison wouldn’t bother leaving his apartment unless she knew that she would see him again.. that much you knew after just generally existing around her. Because with Madison, there was no living with her or co existing peacefully.. that just was something she would never be capable of.

Deciding to look back into Michaels eyes was a mistake. The brief confusion was long gone and now.. all you could make out was something short of a disturbance. Like he was unsettled, on edge, perhaps.. even paranoid, if you didn’t know better but after all; Michael wasn’t ordinary.

“Tonight. And I wish I could give you my deepest apologies but, your presence is promised to be there so.. I need you to be there.” His words were spoken not as if they were final, but not to be bargained with. A snarl glimmered behind them but not one could you dared to think about any longer than you had too.

Tonight?

“Is this a joke? I can’t.. I just can’t go. I’m not seeing her tonight, I’m sorry but.. why so soon?”

Michael stood behind the couch still. His eyes stayed fixated on your frame as you spoke. You walked back over to his couch to atleast make yourself comfortable as you and Michael spoke but he seemed amused enough to watch.

You didn’t know whether to decipher his actions of watching endearing or.. stalker like.

Maybe both.

“I know you don’t like to stick around me for more than 3 hours tops, let alone see me twice in one day but you should get used to it. We need to see each other more,” He answered.

You broke eye contact to marvel at the soft, plush rugs that lined the floor.

“It’s not that. It’s not you,” you cringed at yourself internally for how weak you sounded when you spoke. Your voice delicately shaking and threatening to break with every syllable.. it was dumb. “It’s just.. I don’t think I should see her again, not right now.” Your sentence ended abruptly. You hadn’t anticipated to stop talking but the words came to a halt on their own.. not wanting to say more than you needed too.

However, Michael himself did not seem very moved at your words or understanding in the slightest.

You felt dumb (once again) for not anticipating Michaels reaction- or lack thereof.. was better stated.

He sort of calmly walked up to you; his pace was surely a bit quicker than it normally was but that didn’t exactly allude to anything. That only meant that he perhaps was walking faster on his way to you.. which meant-

“Well I hope you left time to mentally prepare yourself because your seeing her tonight. I’m glad you came to talk to me.”

“So soon?” You ‘not so’ bravely teased.

“Yes,” Michael responded quickly with a face and tone that radiated sudden gravitas. “Your seeing her tonight but, you’ll be seeing others too.”

“So this event isn’t exclusive?”

Michaels gaze bore into yours with more intensity this time; if that was even possible.

“No.. it is. Your misunderstanding the situation. You’ll be meeting.. some people who are very close to me.”

You didn’t intentionally mean to glare at Michael when you heard his words.. originally, you meant to calmly reply and to figure out what the fuck you were apparently accompanying him with tonight but; to no avail. Your eyes squinted as you tried to focus and think.. it was more than obvious that Michael wasn’t alluding to any family he had.

Michael was never really close to any of his family like that.. but there was still one group of people that he was still close with.

A certain group of people that you had the cardinal pleasure of being able to meet once upon a nightmare..

“with Madison?” You asked.

“Yes. She’ll be there, and it’s vital that you are too,” The rather sudden desperation that festered in his blue eyes threatened to seep into yours.

As much as you wanted to sheepishly look away and give an excuse; you couldn’t.

You stared back, almost in a daring way into his blue irises. Sure; you didn’t know what tonight entailed but you also weren’t a fan of surprises. Not when your fate temporarily lied in Michaels hands.. anyway.

“Vital?”

“Yes. Vital. Please.“

“Fine. I’ll go then,” you sourly agree.

You know that Michael purposefully backed you into a (metaphorical) corner; but this time- you weren’t finding yourself absolutely ridden with anger or thoughts of revenge.

You almost felt.. happy, you could say.

This would give you and Michael a chance. This is exactly what you and Michael needed.. an excuse to be around each other but not something that was exactly planned or that could be foreseen. This meeting; or you should say, tonight would truly allow you to see if you seducing Michael could really work. You needed to see how him and Madison interacted with each other, again.

You expected that Michael would simply give you a half glance, a hum and then would’ve considered you dismissed in his presence but instead he allowed you to simmer in his stare.

The impulse to scream captured your throat once you felt something suddenly bring your attention away from his eyes. Michaels long, slender fingers wrapped tightly and firmly on your wrist is what brought you out of this sudden trance. Instinctively you tried to pull your wrist back but, Michael wasn’t budging. If anything.. his grip only tightened.

“Listen, I’m not asking you to come, I’m telling you. You have no idea how important tonight is for me and you cannot fuck it up,” Michael said with something that was either a faint tremble or snarl.

You tried to study his features, to try and find some temporary source of comfort to ease the blow of his words but.. you found nothing. Nothing but faint anger.

“What’s so important tonight?”

Michael licked his lips, and his eyes flickered down as if he was trying his best to disguise how suddenly confused he felt that you actually didn’t try to argue. You tried your best not to acknowledge to him that you noticed this.

“That’s not for you to worry about. Just, wear something nice and I’ll see you tonight at 9. Okay?”

“Okay..” you responded. Your words lingering far longer than you intended them too, due to the fact of how puzzled you were. “Right. I’ll see you,” you said with a strangled voice.

You tried to keep your head down as you exited the apartment and headed for yours. Desperately trying to keep your mind off exactly what Michael needed you so badly for tonight.

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Dick Grayson x Reader - Mania

this was requested by: anon

word count: 10.5k / rating explicit

a/n: sex pollen so auto dubcon (?), but both reader and dick are affected so idk

taglist: @daddyissuesmademe @idkmanicantenglish

It's your fault, really. You should never have got involved in the first place, but the temptation was just too great to resist. How could you pass up the opportunity to investigate Poison Ivy's pollen? This was the first decent sample any of you had ever managed to get - even Bruce, though you suspect there have been a few times he's managed to get up close and personal with the pollen - and normally Tim would handle it, but he's away on business with Bruce, and Damian's too young to deal with intensive research, and Jason just can't bring himself to care. So, that left Dick, and you could've left it at that. You should have. Then again, Tim did text you to recommend that you helped Dick: actually, you would never have left your room if it hadn't been for his intervention. It's Tim's fault.

The thing is, everything was fine at first; you've, perhaps, been harbouring the slightest crush on Dick for a while now, and it's always nice to spend time with him. He's fun to be around, even if his classic charm sometimes borders on teasing flirtation, and he's got such an incredible mind. You forget that, at times - he has a bad habit of putting himself down as the 'kind one' of the family, the emotional support or the comic relief, and he forgets to let himself be brilliant, too. He doesn't realise you've noticed that. Or maybe he does, but he doesn't say anything, and you've happily spent the past two hours studying Ivy's pollen together.

"It's definitely pheromonal, but I've never seen a chemical composition like this before-", you say, eyes glued to the computer screen. Dick is leaning over the back of your chair, one hand on your shoulder and one hand on the desk beside you, and you shouldn't feel as tense as you do. "-look, this section doesn't occur naturally in any species we've seen. She's synthesising these pheromones somehow, it's not like she's injecting them, but I just - I don't get how."

He pushes off from the desk, grabs the back of your chair, and spins you to face him with a half-smile. "I hate to break your train of thought, but I think we need a biochem specialist.", he says, and you suddenly notice how tired he looks: his eyes are still vibrant, warm, but exhausted. "We've done as much as we can on this, right? No shame in calling in the big guns."

"Tim?", you reply, knowingly, relishing in the way Dick's smile grows into a full grin. He's still gripping the edges of your chair, effectively caging you in: you are not looking at his arms, and you can be certain of this because you are looking very, very intently at his face.

"Having a genius brother has its perks, I know. I'll call him now. It's late in Tokyo - he won't be in a meeting, he'll probably just be awake in his hotel room, tapping away at his laptop.", Dick says, finally moving away to fetch his phone, and his voice trails off into a mumble that he clearly doesn't mean for you to hear. "God, he worries me. He really does."

It's much too warm in here: you sigh, and shrug off your jacket, slinging it over the back of the computer chair before calling out,"You're such a mother hen sometimes, Dick."

"I care. Sue me.", he replies with a faux scowl. "You don't complain when you're ill and I bring you hot soup."

"You're a good cook, what can I say?"

"Husband material!", he chirps. You feel your stomach leap and your cheeks heat up at his words. He's only teasing, but the truth of it is, it has more effect on you than you would like to admit. Thankfully, he's quickly distracted by the crackle of Tim picking up the phone. "Timmy! How's things?"

Tim's voice is dry, as always, but with a noticeable undercurrent of frustration. "Shit. I hate it here."

"Hey, Tim. Bad day?", you say with sympathy. You feel a little bad for bothering him, now; as hard as everyone in the family works, Tim definitely pushes himself the hardest.

"I'm the youngest person here by at least twenty years, and my stomach can't handle sushi. Plus, Bruce gets separation anxiety from the rest of you. The one upside is that I've been able to practice my Japanese.", Tim replies. You feel bad for him, of course, but the image of him having to comfort a homesick Bruce has you suppressing a snicker.

Dick shoots an amused smile at you - he's too beautiful when he smiles, it isn't fair - that starkly contrasts the comforting tone he uses to respond to Tim. "Don't worry, darling brother - I've got something exciting for you! Check your emails - wait, only the most recent one, though, I sent you a link to a Red Hood fanpage-"

You interject with an accusatory wave of your finger. "Why the fuck didn't you send me that? Red Hood is sexy." If Jason were here, he would probably threaten to shoot you, but as it is, Dick's amusement only grows. His smile is so infectious, like it spirals out into the air and right into your chest, and you can't help but smile back at him. You don't know if it's the warmth of the room or simply from Dick himself, but you feel as though you're going to need to step outside for some fresh air soon.

"Because of your raging crush on Nightwing, probably." Tim cuts in, and you could fucking kill him. Dick gives you a pleased wink. "I'm looking at a pheromonal compound, right? Ivy's special formula?"

You muster as much venom into your voice as you can, without pissing Tim off so much that he leaves you to deal with this on your own. "Fuck you, Tim - and yeah. It's a newer version, though - I think she's evolving, if that makes sense? Her physiology is definitely changing." Tim gives a thoughtful hum in response to your words: you imagine it's in agreement.

Dick continues your train of thought. "We think she's working with someone else, or she's been experimenting on herself, maybe. Do you have any ideas about how she's making the new chemicals?"

"I'll need a few hours. Send me all the data over. You're right about it evolving, though - it's definitely airborne. Shit, this is actually really interesting - the molecules are more compact, smaller, so she doesn't need to rely on physical touch through her plants anymore-"

The rest of Tim's words are lost to a wave of horror. Airborne, he said - you'd doubt it if it wasn't for the similar shock that's written over Dick's face - and you have not been treating this sample as airborne. Ivy has always relied on physical, tangible contact to use her chemicals: you couldn't have known, there was no way you could've known, neither of you are experts on this kind of thing - you've fucked up.

"Airborne? How... airborne are we talking? Like, don't-sniff-the-test-tube?", Dick asks, cautiously, maintaining eye contact with you all the while. *Please, God, let it be don't-sniff-the-test-tube and nothing more than that. Please.*

"Shit, you haven't been wearing respirators - have you?". Tim sounds positively horrified. It does nothing to allay your fears, the worries that you've both been infected with Ivy's pollen; in fact, he all but confirms it. Everything is beginning to fall into place now. The tension around Dick - more so than usual, at least -, how warm you're feeling, the mental sluggishness that had you calling Tim in the first place.

You're angry at yourself, for your own stupidity - not Tim, but you're panicked, you're so unbelievably freaked out, and so you can't help but snap at the phone. "How were we meant to know, man? Ivy's never even hinted at having something of this level before!"

"You're working with chemicals, unknown chemicals, I hate-"

Dick cuts in before this can turn into a full-on confrontation. You've got no idea how he's managing to keep a level head. Perhaps the pheromones are already taking a more severe effect, or maybe it's a placebo effect, and you pray that it is, but you can already feel your heart beginning to pound against the confines of your chest. "It's just pheromones, right? We know it's not toxic, at least - Ivy's victims only take a few days to come around, at most. They're just kinda fucked up for a few days."

You admire Dick so, so much. He's right, he's always right, he always manages to keep you calm and make you feel safe: you'll just have to stay with him, and you'll be okay. If you stay here, he can comfort you, and maybe the impacts of the pollen won't even be that bad. And, if they are, well, there's no one else in the manor tonight, and Dick's so handsome and kind and strong, and maybe he'll - fuck.

Tim snickers. "Fucked, indeed. Only when Ivy's in a good mood, though. You guys better get ready for a tough night. I've heard it can get really bad, especially if you're deprived of - oh, fuck, I can't talk about this, this is too funny but it's so weird, oh my god-", and he dissolves into a fit of awkward, stunted laughter. Dick fixes you with an apologetic look, but you swear his golden cheeks are tinged with red.

"How long until it kicks in?", he asks. It's a stupid, stupid question, because you feel like you're close to dying already. You know what he means, though: when will it get bad? You've seen Ivy's victims before. They're entirely without dignity, practically begging to be touched, sobbing from the pain of it all - and you've only heard rumours about the depraved things they let Ivy do to them. What they ask her to do to them.

The huff of Tim's breath crackles through the phone. "Uh - I don't know, maybe an hour? A little less, since Bruce never opens the windows in there. Just seal the sample up, drink plenty of water, and try not to freak out. It'll pass. You won't die."

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You thought you could do it - stay in your room, deal with this alone, avoid any potential awkwardness with Dick -but you can't. It's barely been an hour. Sixty-seven minutes since you left the cave, to be exact. Sixty-seven minutes since Dick grabbed you by the waist to halt your speedy departure, touch light but insistent, and said if you need anything, come to me. His eyes were dark when he said it. Deep, dark blue, an ocean that you could get lost swimming in; but pupils already dilating, breath already speeding up. He meant it as nothing more than a kindness. Still, though, that hasn't been enough to stop you from coming onto your fingers with the image of those eyes burned onto the backs of your eyelids.

Ivy's pollen is designed to induce lust, yes, but only for the first person you see after you're infected with it. This means two things: firstly, that you need Dick more than anything right now. Your head is pounding, your lungs feel like they're on fire - the sensation between your legs isn't aching, it's agony, and you've spent fifty-two of the past sixty-seven minutes trying, and failing, to fool your body into believing that your fingers are his. The first thing you know, is that you need him, because you saw him right after you were infected. The second thing you know - there was no one else in that room. You were the only person Dick could have seen.

So, stupidly, you seek him out. You go back down to the cave, without even taking the time to wash your hands, because that's what your body is telling you to do, and you're acting more and more on instinct. Potential awkwardness be damned. He'll fix this.

Dick's facing away from you, reclined in the computer chair: his posture seems almost relaxed, just almost, legs sprawled out and left elbow visibly sticking out from around the back of the chair, like he's got one hand close to his head. You'd assume he was still looking at the computer, if you weren't so hyperaware of everything right now, but you are, and you notice more. From what you can see of his body - it's low-blue-lit from the computer screen, enough that you can make out the muscle of his legs through his sweatpants if you squint, but it's not enough, you need to see more - he seems tense. Too tense. Normally, you'd sneak closer, but your head is practically spinning now and Dick will help you. He'll make this better. Your voice is hoarse and dry when you manage to call his name.

He immediately jolts in his seat, spinning to face you, and now that he's backlit by the computer, you can barely see more than the outline of his body. God, he looks so lean, so tall - "Are you okay?", he asks, and he sounds almost as bad as you feel. You swallow thickly before responding - and, through the fog in your head, you realise that your jacket is clutched in his left hand.

You, miraculously, manage a weak smile. "I just - I thought maybe it would, you know, be better to... be together, during this. In case - if one of us needs help, or something. I don't know.". You sound stupid. Dumb. You feel it, too, and you can't even bring yourself to care. The mere sight of him is helping: it doesn't remove the pain, or any of the physical sensations, really, but at least the panic of not being near him is being soothed.

"That's - yeah, okay. How are you feeling?", Dick replies. His voice is barely more than a whisper, but you hear it as clear as if he were right up against you. Chest pressed to your back, lips on the curve of your jaw, that voice going right through you and into the pits of your stomach.

It's wrong, to think of him like this, when all he's doing is trying to check that you're alright. He knows you aren't, but he's trying.

The best thing you can think to do is make a weak attempt at a joke. "I've got a newfound fear of Ivy." Dick even huffs out a laugh, but it's just as half-hearted as your words. "I didn't think it was going to be this bad at first, Jesus - but it keeps getting worse, and, it just-"

"-it hurts. I know.". Dick nods. As you take a step closer to him, you realise that your eyes have finally adjusted to the relative darkness of the cave, and you realise that you can see his cock straining against his sweatpants. He's hard. What's more, there's a distinct wet patch leaking through the material.

When you entered the cave, you couldn't see one of his hands; the chair wasn't moving enough for him to be stroking himself, and you're not sure whether you're glad he wasn't, but now that you think of it, there was definite movement. Like he was palming himself through his sweatpants, maybe. And the hand that was close to his head, it's clutching your jacket, he was holding your jacket close to his face while he-

"Dick - were you...?"

He sighs, halfway between embarrassed and resigned, and sinks back down into the computer chair. He keeps your jacket clenched in a white-knuckle grip. "I had to take the edge off somehow, right? I'm sorry, I didn't think you would be coming back down here, I never meant to make you uncomfortable or anything-"

"I'm not uncomfortable.", you blurt out before you know what you're saying. Dick's expression visibly shifts - you don't have the mental clarity to figure out into what, exactly - but you can feel your own eyes widen as you process  the implications of what you just said. "Oh, fuck - I didn't mean it like that, I - sorry."

Dick just shakes his head. He must mean for you not to worry. You stand in silence for a while, not exactly awkward but certainly thick with tension, before he pats a hand onto the desk beside him. "God, this is worse than I thought. Do you wanna come sit down?"

Do you? Although being closer to Dick sounds like the only thing you want in the world right now - god, you can't help but think about how good he would look, if you were close enough to really study him, now that you're beyond giving a fuck about etiquette - you're also acutely aware of how difficult it'll be to control yourself. Undeniably, you want him. You've wanted him for months, really - but the pollen has taken that desire and multiplied it tenfold, made it so that it's all-consuming and painful. In your room, nothing more than imagining him, it was bad enough. Now, now that you can see his fucking cock, now that the image of him rubbing himself with a blissed-out look on his face, it's almost impossible to control.

You move to sit next to him. You can't help yourself. Once you start moving, you feel like it's all in slow-motion: Dick's watching you, dark eyes trained so closely on your form, and you're wearing nothing more than a tight-fitting pair of leggings and a thin t-shirt. After what feels like an age - too long to be apart from him - you reach the desk, and upon clumsily perching yourself on it, you see Dick looking as though he's about to pass out.

"Fuck, did I - did I do something wrong? I'm sorry-", you say hastily, but he instantly shakes his head and trains his eyes on yours. The blue is nearly gone. It's all blown-out pupils now, so much that his eyes are nearly black.

He licks his lips as if to wet them. "-no, no, but - when you were in your room - when you were alone - did you do anything to take the edge off? Did you touch yourself?"

You could say no, if you wanted to. You could lie. He would know, but he wouldn't press it, and you could save yourself the shame. For all that Dick must be struggling just as much as you are, he's exceedingly kind, so much that no amount of fucked-up drugs could change that: he's still your Dick, underneath all of this.

"Yeah.", you admit after a heartbeat, and your stomach lurches when you see his cock twitch through the sweatpants. Still, you're embarrassed, and you feel the need to explain yourself just a little. "It felt like my skin was on fire unless I did. It still feels like that, though - like it just wasn't enough, I guess."

"I can smell it on you.", Dick says lowly. Oh, God. That's hot. That's so, unbelievably hot - especially when you see his cock twitch again - but absolutely mortifying. You're torn between wanting to jump on him, right here and now, and retreating back to your room. You compromise by burying your face in your hands, and letting out a pathetic whine to signal how fucked-up you are right now. Maybe you can calm down, now that you don't feel on the verge of a panic attack from being away from him, if you take a few deep breaths.

Naturally, Dick hardly gives you the chance. You feel his hand come to rest on your knee out of nowhere; it's a gentle touch, but you can feel him trembling, and the touch sends a bolt of electricity through you that's strong enough to make you jolt. "I want to help you. The whole point of these pheromones is to make it so that you need touch - it only hurts because we're not getting that. So, I can-", he says raspily, punctuating the pause with a reassuring squeeze to your lower thigh, "-touch you, just... platonically, if that's what you want. What you need."

His voice drops down an octave with the last sentence - you whine again, involuntarily, but you just about manage to turn the sound into words.

"Dick, you don't have to - we can just push through this, I know it'll be uncomfortable for you - I mean, I know it's not like we haven't hugged and stuff before, but this is different, I don't want you to feel forced because you feel bad for me."

Dick must lean forward, closer to you, because his palm slides further up your thigh. The pain that prickles insistently under your skin is beginning to turn into fiery heat: not unpleasant, but desperate, hot, and you're starting to feel like you're not going to be able to stop if he asks you to touch him. "I don't feel bad for you.", he insists, reaching up with his free hand to peel your hands away from your eyes. He curls his fingers around yours as he continues. "I just want to make you feel better - both of us feel better. See, it's already helping, right? Just relax. This is bad enough as it is."

His thumb starts to trace circles on the inside of your thigh. It's nowhere near high enough to be considered sexual, but the movement has your legs almost trembling. You wonder if he can feel the tension of your muscles. "It's... it doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you.". And, technically, you're not lying: it doesn't hurt, in fact it feels fucking incredible. You spent fifty-two minutes trying to replicate this sensation. He's only touching your thigh, it has no business feeling this good, but each little beat of his thumb has waves of pleasure crashing through you. God, how good would it feel to fuck him like this? You're shaking, and you know it, and it only makes him tug you by the hand to stand up.

Even the loss of his touch on your thigh feels devastating, but Dick's next words are more comfort than you could have imagined possible. "Here. Come sit, if you want.", he says - whispering again, voice so low and so deep, but it's just the effects of the pollen, you tell yourself - and gestures to his thigh. "You can lean back into me, don't worry, it'll be better for your back."

This has to feel as good for him as it does for you. Logically, it has to. You've both breathed in the same pollen, his skin has the same sheen of sweat that you can feel on your own skin, you're both trembling in every part of your body, and he's still rock hard. You can feel yourself leaking, god, enough that it might have dampened your leggings and left a wet spot on the desk. What would Dick do, if he saw that? He's clearly turned on, but maybe he still has the good sense to avoid fucking: maybe his view of you as 'just platonic' is so deeply ingrained, he would never touch you down there to feel how wet he's made you. Or, maybe he wants you like you want him.

"Are - are you sure?", you stammer. You can't stop looking at his lap. His cock, painfully obvious (and he mustn't care, because he blatantly drew your attention to it), and the corded muscle of his thighs, spread out straight to form you a perch.

"Mhmm...", he hums from somewhere deep in his chest, and suddenly you're grateful that he's still holding your hand, because the sound almost makes your knees buckle. He tugs gently. "Only if you want to be close to me, though."

He says that like an afterthought - like he knows exactly what you want, and like he's hungry for your touch and doesn't want to consider the idea that you don't want to give him it. You can't bring yourself to look at him before you move to sit in his lap, because you know he'll see the desire, and for now, you're still pretending that you don't want to push him down in that chair and ride him for hours. He'd like that, you think. He'd like it if you pulled his hair while you did it.

Dick lets go of your hand so he can take your waist in both hands, guiding you down onto his lap and gripping harder when your ass inadvertently brushes over his cock. You don't mean to do it, of course, and you jump like you've been shocked: you shuffle further down his thigh to avoid another mishap, but the movement causes your pussy to just barely drag against the hard muscle - you hardly manage to control your moan, forced to sink your teeth into your lip. Thankfully, Dick doesn't seem to notice, and he helps you lean back so his chest is pressed to your back, before lifting his arms to rest on the armrests. From here, he begins to rub soothing lines up and down your arms, and he tips his cheek down to rest against your shoulder with a relieved sigh.

"Fuck, that... yeah, that feels better.", you practically gasp. Feeling him pressed up against the entire length of your body, as torturous as it is, is the most relief you've gained all evening; his legs are shaking just enough that you can feel it in your core, though, and you're forced to tilt your head back to rest on his shoulder. You'll lose your fucking mind if you don't start to relax, he's right.

With your neck exposed, though, you can feel Dick's hot breath tickling your skin when he speaks. "Good, right? It feels good?". For the first time, you really hear the tension in his voice. So much so that you can't pass it off as your own projections, or a trick of his tone - he's just as desperate as you are, holy shit, he sounds halfway to begging, he sounds like he's dying to know that his touch is making you feel good. Your hips twitch of their own accord.

"Yeah... Dick?", you whisper after a few moments. He nods in response against your shoulder, a slow, dragging movement that feels like honey dripping through your veins from the point of contact. "Are you really warm, too, or like - is that just me? I - I feel like I'm burning up... Do you mind if I..." - you trail off, instead opting to tug cautiously at the hem of your shirt.

He sucks in a deep, rapid breath that you feel press against your back. For a moment, you worry that you've gone too far - it feels so good, but it's too weird, too strange for him even now - but then he slowly curls his fingers around the hem, replacing your own hands, and starts to pull upwards at a torturous pace. His knuckles drag over your lower abdomen for just a second and your hips twitch again, and he definitely felt it this time but he says nothing, and his breathing is warm and fast against the skin of your neck; with the shirt discarded, you're left in nothing more than a thin bra. Although the room feels warm, furnace-hot, you're all too aware of the blatant hardness of your nipples, and you tell yourself it's okay, he won't notice, because you're facing away and he won't - his palm drags against your breast on the way back down and it feels so good, too good, and you can't help but whimper, "Fuck, yes-"

Three things happen in quick succession. Dick freezes, you realise what you've done and move to jump up and run for the hills, and then Dick grabs your hips and pulls you back into him, right over his cock, this time. The friction makes both of you let out a breathy sigh, but where you clap a hand over your mouth, Dick follows it up with a hoarse proposition. "I can touch you properly, if you want. It'll make all this go away, I promise - do you want me to?", he rasps, pressing one, quick kiss to the skin where your neck meets your shoulder. "Do you want me to touch you?"

His grasp on your hips is tight, wanting, but gentle enough that you know he wouldn't stop you if you tried to leave again. When you make no move to do so - you're frozen, you can't believe he's just offered to do what your body is screaming for - Dick pulls at your hips, slowly, dragging your ass over his cock and then pushing you back down. He repeats the motion a few times, rolling his own hips up into you a little more with each motion, and soon your muscles start to work so you can grind down onto him. Dick rewards you with a quiet moan - oh, you want him to do that again, you're going to make him do that again, louder and louder - and then, with a touch so light you could cry, he traces one hand over your hipbones and down to your pussy.

One finger traces your slit through your leggings, and you hear yourself moan, but you're hardly aware of making the noise - just this simple touch feels almost as good as the orgasm you had earlier, even just this feather-light pressure through two layers of fabric, and every nerve ending in your body sets alight at once. This is what you needed, more than anything, for Dick to touch you and drag you down onto his cock, and you're so overwhelmed that every muscle in your body goes lax, leaving you to collapse into his chest.

Dick rubs gently at your pussy a few more times, like he's exploring you, and then suddenly he taps right where your clit is. You cry out, and he sighs against your neck. "God, I can feel how wet you are already. You should have told me, I would've done something sooner, you know that - fuck, you're so wet, let me - let me finger you, huh? Please?"

"Yeah - please, Dick.", you whine, and when you say his name, he moans and shoves his cock up against you again. He mumbles something into your skin that you don't quite make out, and then his hand is fumbling with your waistband, clumsily slipping into your underwear and then he's there, his fingers are brushing right against your clit, you sob out a broken cry - you're so wet that his fingers brush right through your folds, gliding like silk, and by the time he reaches your hole, two fingers easily sink in right to the knuckle.

Your pussy instantly clenches down, hard, and you feel more full than you thought could be possible. Dick moans into the skin of your neck and gives you a moment to calm down, to soothe the desperate jolting of your hips, before he starts to pump his fingers; slowly, at first, but soon picking up into a faster and more urgent pace. With each movement, he scissors his fingers a little, spreading you wider every time, and he starts to mouth at your neck with hot, wet kisses. "Do you like that, yeah? Am I making you feel good? Is this what you need?"

You fling an arm behind you to grasp at his hair, and when you tug after a particularly delicious curl of his fingers, he bites down hard onto your shoulder. "Fuck, yes, yes - please don't stop, please, Dick, don't stop-"

"I'm not going to stop, don't worry, I've got you - I'm here, I'm not gonna stop, you sound too pretty for me to stop, fuck - I knew you would sound pretty, keep making those noises for me."

Your body feels like it's going through the most intense orgasm of your life, especially now that he's given up on pumping his fingers in favour of curling them in rapid beats against your g-spot, but you know that you're not even coming yet: you're close, though, judging by the way the room is spinning around you, and the pressure building in the pit of your stomach - "I think I'm close, Dick, - oh, oh, oh my god, I don't - it's never felt like this before, I don't - fuck-"

"I know, I know, baby-", he croons, and the pet name has you tugging at his hair again, the other hand white-knuckled on the armrest, "-it's okay, it's gonna feel different - it's gonna feel better, I promise, it's going to be so good, I'm going to get you there, baby, come on."

"Fuck - fucking - Jesus, Dick, keep going, just like that-!", you all but shout, and Dick continues the massaging movement right up on your g-spot: the positioning of his hand means the heel of his palm is dragging over your clit, and your hips are frantically grinding up into his hand - god, you're gonna come, the world feels like it's crashing down around you, you feel the contractions start a few seconds before it actually hits you and it's going to be earth-shattering, you know it, every muscle in your body tenses up and through it all you hear Dick whispering, come on, that's it, I've got you, come on, come on, and then you're coming-

Distantly, you can feel his fingers continue their movements inside of you, unrelenting - and the other hand keeps a firm grip on your hips, grounding you onto his lap - but other than that, all you know is the white-flash across your vision and the pleasure slamming into each nerve in your body, one by one and then all at once: this is better than anything you've ever felt, better than every orgasm put together, and it feels feels for a moment like you're actually going to black out from the sheer intensity of the pleasure.

Then, suddenly, you're back in reality. Dick is heaving for breath against your shoulder, but it's nothing compared to the way your own lungs are screaming for air - god, you think you were screaming, given the scratching sensation in your throat - and his fingers are back to a slow, steady pumping, in and out of your swollen pussy. It hurts, a little, but this one orgasm has done nothing to sate your desperate hunger: in fact, it's only made it worse, only increased your desire for him, and you swear his cock is impossibly harder against your ass now.

"You - you're dripping onto my hand, baby, oh my god...", Dick pants, and there's a heartbeat where neither of you move - then, you feel his breath hitch, and suddenly his other hand is shoving unceremoniously under your waistband and going straight for your clit. He picks up the pace with the two fingers still inside you, matching each curl with a flick over your clit, and the motions are all so frenzied, those of a man possessed with some ravenous desire, like his one purpose is to have you writhing in his lap, and you give a wordless cry - too overcome with blinding pleasure to actually make a sound - that allows you to hear his ragged words. "Please, give me another one, one more - I want to make you squirt this time, it's going to be so good, I promise, just give me one more, pretty girl-"

This time, it's not just one wave of pleasure, spreading from your core and emanating outwards; no, it's wave after wave after wave, violently crashing over you and completely overcoming every part of your body, unrelenting and constant - this one lasts at least twice as long as the last, but you're hardly in the right state of mind to keep track of time, and every wave of pleasure that rushes through you is tenfold stronger than the last. You hear yourself shriek his name in the most pathetic, broken tone, and Dick cages you in against his body as best as he can as he keeps both hands working at your pussy, and you realise you're sobbing when he finally, finally stops.

When his fingers slip out of your pussy and exit your leggings, they're dripping wet. Dick audibly gasps, and then he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks, moaning around the digits, and through hazy eyes you can see the most fucked-out look on his face just at the taste of your cum. He licks his fingers clean - you feel your pussy clench down again at the sight - before opening his eyes, fixing you with an intense stare, and panting, "You taste so fucking good - baby, I'm not going to be able to stop, I'm sorry, I need this, I need to fuck you - please."

He's asking permission, you realise. Neither of you are in control of what you're doing anymore, and he's still asking, as best as he can, if he's allowed to fuck you. There's a terrified look in his eyes, behind the frenzy and the lust - you clumsily crash your lips against his. He tastes of your juices, but it's one of the hottest things you've ever experienced, and he moans openly into your mouth, eagerly meeting your tongue with his own. You're exhausted, but kissing him renews your energy tenfold. You're suddenly overcome with the urge to feel his cock - inside you, yes, but you want to see it first, you want to make him cry out and moan and gasp for you - so you manoeuvre in his lap, keeping your mouth against his, to straddle his narrow hips and face him.

"Ah - ah, god, that feels amazing.", Dick moans, broken up between sloppy kisses, saliva starting to drip down both of your chins - but it's hot, so hot - as you frantically reach down to palm at him. The instant you finally touch his cock, you're gone: there's no stopping now that you can feel how achingly hard he is, now that you feel how he twitches under your hand each time you kiss him, and it takes much longer than you would like to undo the drawstring of his sweatpants, pull them down, and wrap your hand around the exposed length of him. He hisses as his whole body jerks.

Instantly, you set a frenzied pace of stroking him, relishing in each ragged moan that you rip from his throat; he's leaking into your palm, you realise, dripping over your fingers as you pull him back by the hair and attach your lips to his neck. When you suck a bruise into the softest part of his skin - the salty-sweat-tangy hollow beneath his Adam's apple - he shouts out your name, loud, followed by, "-fuck, fu- let me fuck you, baby, please, I - I'm close, you have to stop-"

"Come on my hand, Dickie.", you plead, and you're granted a thick spurt of precum when you lick a stripe up the column of his throat: he tastes so good, his skin so hot under your mouth, you can't stop, and you croon right into his ear, "It's - it's gonna last for hours, still, you're still gonna be hard - I'm still so needy for you, Dickie, look - come on my hand, let me see it, please. You can fuck me after, just come for me where I can watch it, oh - oh, please." His moans start to pick up in volume and frequency, coming from a place deeper in his throat. He's close, you know.

You've started to grind onto his thigh somewhere along the way. It feels amazing, it feels even better because you know he's twitching and aching for you just inches away - once you finally drag yourself out of the crook of his neck, you see that you've left a damp streak on his sweatpants in the wake of your hips, and the steady stream of precum leaking from his cock has soaked the material higher up. "Come on, Dickie, come on, let me see you come, I wanna see it, I - I'll, fuck, I'll lick it clean after, Jesus-", you blurt out, too far gone to be horrified at the ease with which the words spill from your lips.

"Oh, baby, shit-” he cries, and then his voice dissolves into a broken jumble of incoherent mumbles and whines. His cock twitches hard in your palm, once, twice, three times against the rapid pace you maintain on him, and then Dick bucks his hips up into your hand, back arched, perfectly still and tense; he comes hard, almost whimpering, head thrown back and eyes tightly shut, looking so, so perfect as you stroke him through it and grind feverishly onto his thigh. It's the image of his cock that has the breath snatched from your chest, though. Several thick ropes of cum spurt from him as you work him through it, some hitting the skin of your abdomen and some dripping down the length, and it just keeps going, no sign of stopping until Dick completely collapses, after almost a minute of moaning and coming - your hand is drenched with him.

The sight of his cum dripping from your palm makes something in your stomach clench hard, painfully, and suddenly you need to taste him, you have to, it hurts so much and it'll go away as soon as you get your mouth on him. You scramble off the chair, almost falling to your knees in front of him - he rushes to steady you, even with weak and shaky arms - but you don't care about how graceful you look right now. As soon as you manage to nestle yourself between thighs, you lick flat up the underside of his cock. The taste of it makes your eyes roll back in your head. Dick spits, "Holy shit!", and it trails off into a deep gasp as you wrap your lips around him and sink down as far as you can go. You'd take your time, usually, but everything in your body is screaming for you to taste him, let him fill you, and you're in no position for argument.

With each dip of your head - punctuated with a moan from the man above you, each one becoming closer to a growl, animalistic, and you think the pollen is beginning to send your bodies into total overdrive now - you take him as deeply as you can. You're nearly gagging, but that's what you need. His hands tangle into your hair; at first, you can tell he's trying to be as gentle as he can, but that's soon overcome with a tight, guiding grip that pushes you further down onto his cock with each bob of your mouth. The burning heat under your skin is killing you now, too much to ignore, so you manage to shuffle out of your leggings and underwear and kick them away: Dick groans roughly, maybe because he can smell you more clearly now-

"Come here, pretty girl-", Dick says, sliding his hands from your hair to lift you up by the jaw. You mean to whine, perhaps beg him to let you back down, because he feels so good in your mouth - then you see the look on his face. He looks totally gone. Nothing like the Dick you know, warm and gentle and relaxed: his eyes are completely clouded over, lips parted and slick with saliva, brow furrowed with something between pain and carnal desire. You imagine you look much the same, with spit dripping from your chin, the heat you can feel burning your cheeks, and the wetness you feel running down the insides of your thighs. He meets your eyes, and there's a moment of stillness. One thumb slips from your cheek to trace over your lower lip.

Then, both of you move at once - you surge forward to kiss him again, those perfect, pink lips - you fumble with the hem of his shirt, ripping it up and over his head while barely leaving his mouth for a second - Dick's hands slide down your body to your waist. He pulls you into him as he leans forward, half-supporting your weight, and suddenly your back is against the floor and he's on top of you, kissing you hard and bruising, the chair long since kicked away and forgotten about. Every inch of freshly exposed skin feels like molten silk under your touch: you slide greedy hands over his torso as he licks into your mouth, feeling the network of ridged scars and each ridge of muscle. Thankfully, Dick grants you a few precious, savoured moments to feel his skin, while he alternates between rolling his hips against your bare pussy and kicking off his sweatpants.

It's all ungraceful and clumsy - wet kisses stolen between your movements, each of you moaning against the other's lips - and it takes much, much too long for both of you to finally shed yourself of all your clothes. Dick's hands grab greedily at your breasts as he ruts his hips against you a few times, and you can feel how your wetness spreads over his cock. Then, his hands fly down to find your knees, and he drags them to fit around his waist, pulling up until your hips are fully tilted, the stretch of your muscles verging on uncomfortable. "Oh, fuck, that's it, baby. Keep your legs there for me, won't you? Come on, wrap your legs around me - I want to get as deep as I can, it's gonna feel amazing, I promise.", Dick says, bordering on a growl now that his voice is so deep and strained, and you do as he says immediately. You need him inside of you, now; you hook your ankles behind his back, kiss him, and desperately grind your hips into his.

And then, with one deep roll of his hips, he's inside of you. One quick thrust and he's buried to the hilt, and, God, he fits inside you so perfectly: your body all but melts at the feeling of finally being filled, and you keen as you instinctively use your ankles to press his hips further into you. Dick's just large enough to stretch you out, even with how wet and ready you are, without becoming painful, and the pollen means it only takes you a short moment to adjust to his size before your body is pleading to be fucked. He's shaking and panting with restraint above you whimper, "Ho-holy fuck, Dickie, please... please move, oh my god."

"I know, baby, I know.", he says, breathlessly, voice tight with pleasure but still sympathetic. Even with him motionless inside you, it already feels so good, better than anyone you've ever fucked, and you can hardly stop yourself from grabbing him by the shoulders, pushing him down, and riding him. "It just feels so good, you feel so good - I don't want to rush it, I want to make it last. Jesus, my body feels like it's on fire while I'm touching you, I - oh, fuck, I want to take it slow, make you feel so good you cry-"

"-We have all night to be slow, Dick, you can do whatever you want to me, just fuck me-"

Dick's hips roll into yours and a drawled curse falls from his parted lips. He pulls out, almost completely, enough that you panic and squeeze him tighter with your thighs, but then he pushes back into you, slowly, letting you savour the way each nerve ending inside your pussy is set ablaze; he repeats the motion, faster, his curses morphing into sweet mumbles of your name each time he bottoms out. You can hardly breathe - it feels so good, and each thrust of his hips is met with a pollen-driven roll of your own, so it's half-grinding, half-fucking - the slight curve of his cock has him dragging deliciously against your g-spot every time. His movements are picking up in intensity now, and you can tell the pollen is taking him over completely. The same is happening to you: fuck it, you don't want to think about the pollen anymore, you just want him.

"Ah, yes! Yes, right there-right- keep going-", you cry out after a particularly hard slam of his hips. Dick is propped up on one elbow, hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, and the other hand slips down to grab at your ass and pull you up into him. He's deep enough that it hurts, but it's the best pain you've ever experienced. "Fuck, faster, please!"

He obeys, mercifully, and you think you can see sweat starting to bead on his temples. "Is this what you need, pretty girl? Come on, tell me what you want - tell me I'm making you feel good, because you're making me feel so fucking good, I swear, better than I ever even imagined - fuck, you're so wet, are you going to come again? Please, please let me make you come on my cock."

The combination of his cock inside you, and his pelvis bumping against your clit, and the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body: it's all too much to bear, your body is going into total overdrive, and it's so embarrassing that he's got you like this. You never normally beg, you never normally come so fast, but this is different and addictive and incredible - you cry out an affirmation to his words, and suddenly his hand is gripping your chin. He's fully collapsed onto you now, and his movements are more frantic rutting than anything else.

"Look at me-", he pleads, using his hand to guide your face so you're staring right into those glassy eyes. "-look at me while you come, and it'll make me come."

You can feel your muscles beginning to tense up as your orgasm starts to grow. Already, your world is spinning, and you feel halfway to blacking out from the sheer intensity, so you tangle your hands into his hair as a way to ground yourself. "Please come inside me!", you whine - the idea of being filled with his cum, letting it drip out while he fucks another load into you, it's fucking mind-blowing and you can't imagine anything better than feeling him shoot into you while you come on his cock.

Dick's jaw clenches tightly. "Are - are you sure, baby? Is that what you want?"

The next thrust hits you perfectly, and you can't help but pull him tighter into you, so his head drops to the crook of your neck. "I need it, Dickie, you know - you know that - you need me too, right? Fuck, fuck - it's gonna feel so good, I'm so close-". He spends a few moments sucking a bruise into the most tender skin of your neck before moving to press his forehead to yours. Each rough movement of his hips has you jostling against the floor; your nipples are dragging against his chest every time, making you keen, and your swollen clit is being hit so perfectly by his hips, and he's making the most perfect and breathy noises against you - he looks so fucked-out, so gone, so completely absorbed in the feeling of his cock inside you, and your vision is starting to blur at the edges as the spark in your stomach finally bursts into flames-

"That's it, baby, come for me just like that.", Dick gasps, just as your orgasm rips through you. You've got no choice but to clutch at him desperately and ride out each devastating wave as a scream tears itself from your lungs: it feels like your body is tearing itself apart with each ripple of pleasure emanating from your core. Like your body is folding in on itself like a black hole does, when everything becomes too much to bear. You actually feel like you've died, you must have, this is too good and too much and too overwhelming - you hang on to Dick through it all, and your pussy clenches down so hard he can barely move inside you, and he chokes out your name before his own orgasm hits him.

You've come down just enough to process the way he looks and sounds as he comes. Your eyes are still hazy - you kept them on him, you must have - but you nearly come again at the mere sight of him. He's too far gone to even make sounds, and instead he stutters out broken breaths through wet lips, cheeks flushed and eyebrows furrowed hard, and his eyes stay fixed on you the whole time. Even as the rest of his body spasms and rocks into you uncontrollably, even as the hand on your chin slips down to your neck and squeezes, he keeps staring at you with all the lust in the world. The best part of it all, though, is how you feel his cum spilling out into you; even more than he shot onto your hand, somehow, and you realise you're crying from how relieved your body is. Fully, fully, crying, and Dick kisses away your tears as he collapses against you.

Despite how both of you are wincing at the overstimulation, neither of you ever stop moving through it all, and you keep grinding gingerly, carefully but sloppily, against each other even while you gasp for breath against each others' lips. It can't be more than ten seconds from when you come down, before you can't control the urge to whisper, "Give me another one, Dick, please. Keep fucking me." It hurts - it hurts because he's not fucking you, he's not moving enough - you need more.

Dick keeps rolling his hips against yours in shallow movements for a few seconds. His mouth is occupied with sucking more bruises into your neck, up your throat and across your jaw: he's mumbling something incoherent, slurring his words. Each fresh bruise has you gasping his name. You're going to be covered in marks after this - not just your neck, his grip on your ass and hips has been tight enough to leave bruises there, too - and you're entirely certain you've left scratch marks down his back. You nearly come again just at the thought of that; Dick, walking around for days with your marks left on him. Scratch marks under his dress shirts when he's on business, or under the tight material of his Nightwing suit, or blatantly visible through the obscenely sheer shirts he wears out clubbing. He's going to be marked as yours.

"You look so pretty like this, holy shit-", he says, pulling his head from your neck to admire his work. "You're so gorgeous - you always are, you always fucking are - but you look even better when you're mine, fuck-"

“-make me yours, then, please-"

You gasp in shock and disappointment as Dick suddenly pulls out, and his own face crumples at the loss of touch, but his palms are firm and insistent on your waist - he kisses you once, firmly, before he's manoeuvring your body like putty in his hands. You're flipped onto your stomach with another whisper of how pretty you are, and then Dick runs calloused palms down the soaked flesh of your thighs, up over your ass, over the curve of your spine and all the way up to gently, gently, press your cheek flat against the floor. He follows his hand with hot tongue, and when he reaches your ear, he murmurs, "You taste so good, pretty girl. Stay there for me. It's okay, let go. I've got you."

Uncontrollably, your ass jerks up and backwards against where his cock is pressing into you. He chuckles. He fucking laughs with his lips pressed to your cheek - maybe having came inside you has cleared his head enough that he can think straight enough to find your desperation funny - and one of his hands slides back down your body, spreading your pussy open for him to look at. You sense his body tense as he gazes at you. "...My cum is dripping out of you, oh my god."

Fuck it back into me, you think, but you're too far gone to string together a coherent sentence anymore. Your body can do the talking. You keep your cheek pressed to the floor, maybe because your muscles are too exhausted to lift your head, or maybe because it was so fucking hot how Dick pressed your head down, but you manage to meet his eyes. You plead with him as well as you can.

Dick's piercing blue eyes roll right back into his skull when he pushes into you again. From this angle, he feels even deeper than before: with one of his hands running lines up your spine, and his lips wet against the backs of your shoulders, and the steady, strong pace he sets fucking you, you're brought to the verge of tears again within minutes. You can hardly move your body to work with him in this position: he uses the weight of his body to press you into the floor, and each thrust of his hips has you moaning loud against the floor.

He brings a string of kisses and nips up your nape, so he can kiss your cheek again. It's sweet, a gentle gesture, only amplifying the pleasure that each deep snap of his hips brings. "I - I'm not hurting you, am I? I know it must be sensitive, baby, I understand if it's too much, I know - you can tell me if it's too much-"

"-no, please-", you whimper, terrified he's going to stop, "-it's so good, please, Dickie, you're exactly what I need-", and then your voice cuts out into a broken sob as one of his hand snakes between your body and the floor to find your clit. The rough pad of his finger brushes over it a few times, eliciting whimpers from you, before he settles for simply resting his finger on your clit. With each thrust, your hips are jostled against his finger just enough to send sparks of electricity shooting through your veins - every time, it feels like flames licking through each limb, and he's fucking into you so perfectly, claiming you with teeth at your neck, rasping your name against your skin - there's wetness against your cheek, like you're drooling, and you're almost certain you can feel the wetness of your pussy dripping onto his hand.

You're so swollen with desire, you can feel how tightly you're clenching down onto his cock. The mind-blowing pressure Dick's applying to your clit is only making it stronger. "You feel so good, baby. So, so, fucking good - holy shit, you're taking me so well." Then, there's a savage thrust of his hips, one that has both of you crying out in surprise and pleasure: he freezes buried to the hilt inside you. "You're going to make me come again soon, sweetie."

That means more of his cum inside you, more of his delicious moans and groans as he comes, and you say, "God, please-"

"-not yet, I want to make you come for me again. You feel so tight and hot when you do - I need it again, I want nothing more than that, please - you think you can give me another one, huh? One more for me?"

"I - I - yeah.", you stammer. You can, you know you can - your body is practically vibrating from how hard you're trembling on the edge of another orgasm - but you don't know when it's going to stop, you don't know it ever will - maybe this will go on all night, maybe he'll fuck you for hours on end and make you cry and let you lick your mess of his cock. But maybe it won't. Maybe your body will give out, or the pollen will leave his system: this will end and nothing will ever compare. You don't want to come again if it means the end of this pleasure. "...Promise you'll keep going after, Dickie."

Dick starts rubbing rapid circles on your clit with his ring and index finger, and kisses your hairline to soothe you as you sob again. "I'm only going to stop if you ask me to, baby, I promise. You feel too good to stop, I swear - I never thought you would be so fucking perfect, but now I know, I can't stop - I'm right here, I've got you, I'm going to make you come so many times you forget your name if that's what you want."

God, you're going to come again, holy shit-

He hardly gives you the chance to come back around before he's crooning, "-one more, one more for me, right on my cock like that-"

You can't even breathe. Your lungs are on fire, your vision is completely blacked out even once the second orgasm ends, your muscles and bones have turned into mush and you can't feel anything other than the sensation of flying. You're weightless, Dick is the only thing grounding you - he coaxes you down from the aftershocks with soft kisses to your cheek, and his hand tracing circles onto your aching hip, and the muscles of his abdomen are flexing with restraint against your back. "I'm gonna come, baby-", he hisses, and you manage the barest nod and then he sinks his teeth right into your shoulder as he starts pounding into you like a whore, fuck, it's sending you spiralling out of control again-

"Fuck, yes, take my cum like that, that's it, keep coming for me, holy shit-"

You're both boneless and drenched in sweat by the end of it. You're collapsed against the floor, Dick's collapsed against you, and he's still hard inside of you. You can feel his cum - it must have spilled out onto the insides of your thighs, judging by the wetness you feel there. His cock twitches inside of you with every ragged breath he takes. You're so exhausted; this is destroying your body, it's ripping you apart from the inside out, and you're terrified that if you come again it'll split you into pieces. And you want that. You twist your body, wincing against the waves of pleasure that crash over you at even the slightest movement of his cock inside you, and kiss him.

[evelxtus]

Could you do a continuation of the zombie!Childe x reader imagine? Even though it was just an imagine, I loved it so much! Especially when Childe slurred his word when saying “Yeah”, that made me feel some type of way 🥴🥴😳😳

❝Just a deal?❞

\\Zombie!Childe x GN!Reader.\\

Warnings: Blood mention, slight vulgar language, zombie activities, use of weapons.

Type: one-shot.

Words: 827.

_Zombie!Childe hits different,, plz maybe I've watched too much The Walking Dead but😫 this is just amazing._

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You look back from time to time. Even though you have him tied up and he still has some consciousness, he can't be trusted, he is a zombie after all.

He followed you at a constant pace, a little slow but without pause. "You're hungry, right?" you ask with a smile, knowing the answer beforehand. The redhead grunts.

Suddenly he sniffs something and slowly points forward. "Meat. There."

"That we see a corpse does not mean that I let you feed. You are under my orders, do you remember the deal?" you reprimand as you walk towards the direction indicated by the boy.

"You're meaaan~..." he whispers as he lowers his hand heavily.

You shrug your shoulders and keep moving forward. "You must thank me that I did not tie your hands this time."

You two arrived next to a road, a place that you do not like at all because it is very clear and you can be seen easily.

Next to the road, there is a bundle.

Childe sees it and begins to move faster towards him, waving his hands in front of him pretending to grasp something that was nothing but air, and biting into the air.

Luckily, you pull hard on the leash so that he doesn't move from his place.

"Stop." you tell him, but he continues his desperate movements to reach that thing lying on the ground. "STOP!" with a strong tug on the leash you make him take a few steps back.

You feel his look of hatred on you.

"Wait, let's get closer." more calmly you approach and stop in front of it. It is a person, and he seems quite hurt.

You feel your leash jerk back and forth, caused by Childe moving left to right behind you, trying not to make eye contact with what could be a great food source for him.

Some grunts escape his throat impatiently.

"Eh, who are you?" The stranger tried to back away. "Wait ... are you on the side of the zombies? What are you, a monster?" His words turn into screams of terror when he sees Childe lean over your shoulder.

"They've bitten you. I bet you don't have much left to become one of them." You point out seeing a large bite that he has on his arm.

Seeing that he has no salvation, you tilt your head to look at Childe. "You don't want it to rot, do you?" you say as you remove the muzzle.

With another nod, you allow Childe to do what he has been wanting most until now.

"No! Get the fuck off!" the bitten man squirmed, and with irrational fear drew a pistol from a back pocket of his trousers. He quickly took aim at you and pulled the trigger.

You barely had time to react, you just closed your eyes and put your hands in front of your face as if that would help.

And bang!

Childe's body shakes a little. You open your eyes slowly, why don't you feel pain?

You take your hands away from you, seeing Childe from behind with his head to the side, glancing at you with a clenched jaw. "...okay..., are you... okay?" he mutters, looking you up and down. You nod still stunned. In response the redhead growls and returns to focus on his victim.

"Give me the gun." you order the zombie. Without thinking, he approaches the injured man, taking it from the man's hand while he screams and cries with terror.

As you requested, he hands you the gun. "Good boy."

You pointed the gun at the man. "I'm sorry, but it would be a waste to leave you here before you turn into a zombie." You pulled the trigger, killing the man with a shot to the head. "Quick, before it turns." you urge Childe.

You turn your back. As much as you had a zombie as a "pet", you couldn't bear to watch him feed on human flesh.

All you heard was how he ripped the meat and gasps and snorts from the boy desperate to devour the entire corpse.

When he finishes, he positions himself in front of you, watching you closely. His mouth was full of fresh blood, which you would have to get used to sooner or later. You looked down to see a hole in his clothes, level with his heart.

That's where he should have stopped the shot of the infected man.

"Thanks." you just thank while you put the muzzle back on him. You are still speechless.

"Ahh...?" the boy looked at you with his head bowed, like a puppy when he doesn't understand something. You point to the shot he has in the chest, without actually touching it.

"Oh..." he raised his eyebrows in understanding. "You... and I..." he points to you and then to him as he utters the words in his typical tired zombie tone. "We... are more than a deal..., comrade."

[yutahoes]

Rough

A badly written smut from yours truly. Third part of No Strings Attached and Everybody has Secrets. 

characters : boyfriends! Nakamoto Yuta and Jung Jaehyun x Reader

word count : 2.1k words. 

genre: smut (Please be warned)

a/n : This is a spur of a time thing. I just wanted to write something for Jaehyun on his birthday and this is the closest that I can do. Anyway, please just kill me after reading this. 🙈 

You were already in your second glass of beer, watching how your boyfriend interacted with his guests. Why does his birthday fall on Valentine's Day? And why does he have so many single friends? You should be at his apartment, spending the night together. But here you are, seated by the bar and just watching the sexy man of your fantasy with his friends. 

"Why do you look so lonely?" Yuta asked, sitting beside you while laughing to himself. "You're the girlfriend. You should be there." He gestured to Jaehyun's co-workers who were talking at him, obviously flirting. 

You rolled your eyes then twirled your chair that you're facing the bar counter. You asked the bartender another glass of beer which he quickly gave you and you downed it in one shot. "And you should be there." You gestured at Jaehyun's group of friends seated on one side of the bar, checking out girls. "Aren't you the bestest friend?" 

"That's Taeyong." Yuta corrected. 

"Yeah right." Again, you rolled your eyes. "You even share a girlfriend." 

He chuckled. "A girlfriend who is currently lonely." You glared at him. His hand slipped on your waist that he's now standing next to you. "So baby girl, what did you get Jaehyun for his birthday?" 

You smirked. "Nothing." 

"Not even a sexy lingerie?" 

"Nothing, Yuta." His mouth formed an o when he realized what you meant, eyeing the erect nipples showing on your dress. 

"Then what did you get me?" You stared at him in confusion. Why? "I'm still your boyfriend, right?" You nodded. You agreed on this set-up with both their consents anyway. "It's Valentine's." 

You had to giggle at that, standing up. Your body is so close to him that you can feel his warmth, your nipples poking against his chest under the thin material of your dress. Your hand traveled to his chest down to the bulge on his jeans, squeezing it. "Nothing, Yuta." 

His mouth didn't leave yours as he opened the door to the bar bathroom. One hand on your back to pull you closer while the other went under your dress and into your thigh. His fingers went to your core and you moaned at the contact. You're so wet. You wanted this. You needed this. "Yuta, please fuck me." 

"You're such a princess." He teased then turned you around that you're facing the mirrors of the bathroom, hands on the sink. He slapped your ass that made you moan before pulling your skirt up to reveal your bare nakedness. 

You were expecting him to go down on you first since Yuta is amazing with his tongue but you heard something zip followed by a metal hitting the floor. A gasp escaped your mouth when he entered you from behind, pushing your body to the sink. He pulled out for a while before thrusting into you again that made you shout his name. 

His fingers held your waist, sinking his nails on your skin that it hurts now. He kept on slamming in you, not bothering if you're hitting the sink or if someone walks in on you. "God. Yuta." You kept on shouting, head bowed down since you felt like spinning. Your knees already feeling wobbly at how he was taking you. 

He held your hair in a ponytail, tugging on it and raising your head. "Watch yourself, baby." Your gaze went to your image in the mirror and you swore, you felt like watching a porn video of yourself and Yuta. Your agape lips and the small whimpers escaping your lips made you so turned on that you're clenching on him for your orgasm. 

Yuta's striking eyes locked on you through the mirror and he smirked when he increased his speed. Fuck, he is so rough. So good. You gripped on the sink, face pushed on the mirror as you felt your mind-crippling orgasm took hold of you. Yet he didn't stop even if you heard the bathroom doors opened. "You two really." You watched as the birthday boy smirked while watching you two from the mirror, dimples showing that made him so adorable.

His eyes were focused on you as you groaned at Yuta's thrusts, hands stroking the growing bulge in his jeans. When the Japanese guy pulled out of you, your knees gave way and you sat on the floor. You could still feel his cum inside you but your chin is already held by Jaehyun, jerking his cock at you. 

Ever since this relationship had started between the three of you, Jaehyun had become feral in sex. It's like their roles switched. Yuta is always the one taking care of you after sex, making sure that you take your birth control pills every day. And Jaehyun became more experimental. 

He held the back of your head, fucking your mouth that you felt tears in your eyes. You've given them countless blowjobs before but you weren't used to how rough Jaehyun is especially today. Maybe he is already drunk. You clawed his thigh, wanting to breathe but his length and the closeness of his body on your face doesn't let you. Fuck, he might kill you. 

Your jaw was hurting when he pulled out of you and you sucked in a heavy breath before you felt his cum shooting on your face. Fuck Jung Jaehyun. "My pretty cumslut." Yeah, he's really drunk. He pulled you closer, standing you up then kissed you rough while grabbing your butt cheek. "I'll just finish the party, be ready for me later." What? 

"Bring her home, Yuta." He ordered the guy who was just standing behind you, watching his every move. "Tie her tight on the bed." Your eyes widened in horror. What the fuck? 

Yuta shook his head, handing you some tissues that he got from the side of the bathroom when Jaehyun left the said room. "You wanted this." He wiped the cum on your dress then smiled, "Don't worry, I have a plan to calm him down." 

Honestly, you don’t really trust Yuta but you knew he’s the only one who can save you now. He knew a lot of things when it comes to sex that you and Jaehyun had a hard time exploring. So maybe, just maybe, it was Yuta who can help you now. You weren’t surprised that you entered a sex shop. What’s surprising is what he bought inside: rope, whipping cream, and chocolate syrup. What the hell is he planning? 

He was quiet even if you reached his apartment and opened the light of the bedroom for you. “Take a shower. You’ll need it, sweetheart.” He ordered then disappeared to the kitchen. You were shaking, what is this situation? And why are you suddenly scared of what will happen? 

You took time in lathering yourself, making sure that all nooks and cranny of your body is clean. Judging by the whipped cream and chocolate syrup, it’s food play. But how? And how would that stop Jaehyun? A towel was wrapped on your body when you entered the bedroom. Yuta glanced at you then returned to tying knots by the bedpost. You’ve only been tied up by a belt, a handcuff, or a necktie so this is pretty new. 

His fingers were skillfully tying the ropes on the four posts that made you surprised. Even your feet? “Do you trust me?” He asked and you wanted to laugh. No. But you decided to trust him this time. “Lie down.” 

The rope on your wrist feels foreign but it isn’t uncomfortable. “If you want to stop, you can free your hand by pulling this loose rope.” He explained then showed you what will happen. It’s amazing. How did Yuta know how to tie a knot like that? “I used to be a boy scout, baby.” But still, do they teach how to tie a girl there? “We’ll use your safe word. Do you remember it?” 

You nodded and he smirked before slapping your bare pussy. Words. Yuta hated it when you only nod or shake your head. “Vanilla.” He tied your ankles in a different knot that made you surprised. “Yuta, it’s a little tight.” 

“I’ll unknot them if you say the safe word.” He gazed at your body before smiling. “Now to make you a cake.” He disappeared from the room. A cake? It really is food play. 

The whipped cream feels cold on your body as he started putting some on your breasts down to your navel. He stopped when the cream reached your waist. “Jaehyun will just choose between his cake or your pussy.” He drizzled chocolate syrup in his masterpiece that made you hitch your breath. This is surprisingly turning you on. "You look so delectable, baby." 

You heard keys jiggle and he stood up to greet Jaehyun at the door. You can even make out their voices with Yuta telling Jaehyun that he has a surprise and that he had to choose between two things. Their gazes made you hot that you turned your head to the side to avoid looking at them. You are tied in bed, both hands and feet, with whipped cream on your exposed body. “So is it the cake or Y/N?” 

“Why can’t I have both?” Jaehyun asked and you wondered the same thing. How will this save you from intense sex with your boyfriend when he’s obviously so drunk?

Yuta chuckled. “Because you can’t put anything sugary in her. You’ll risk her of a yeast infection and we both don’t want that.” Wow, you thought, Yuta is good at this. “So you can only have one. I suggest the cake since it’s your birthday.” He’s too good. 

Jaehyun took the bait and started removing his shirt. He started licking one of your nipples that made you moan, tongue playing with the erect nubs. “You taste so good,” he whispered before slurping the whipped cream on your neck. From the corner of your eye, you saw Yuta grinning before going up to the bed with the two of you. You closed your eyes as you felt two tongues on your body, one on your breast and the other inside your core. 

You kept on whimpering, squirming at the unadulterated pleasure that their mouths were giving you. Jaehyun kept on lapping up the cream on your body, sucking and biting on your skin. Yuta, on the other hand, is doing the same on your wetness. Not stopping even when you squirted against his tongue. This isn’t a surprise, Yuta can give you head for hours.

When Jaehyun reached the end trail of the cream, he licked your body going north until to your chin. “Hi.” he greeted while giving you that dimpled smile that you love. “Are you having fun?” Fuck, you wanted to punch his face. You nodded and he kissed your lips, “Thank you. But I’m really sleepy.” Wait, what? You gave him a curious look and you felt Yuta chuckling because of the vibrations he sent through your body. 

Jaehyun just dropped his head on your chest and you pulled your wrists from the constraints to lightly push him off you. "Yuta, stop." But he kept on licking your inside that made you roll your eyes. "Vanilla." He gave you a warning look before pulling the ropes on your ankle. You checked if Jaehyun is still breathing, he's usually not like this. 

"Don't worry, it's just sleeping pills." You looked at Yuta in surprise. "I didn't know the effect happens immediately." 

"Why?" 

"Because you don't like how rough Jaehyun is when he's drunk." He reasoned out and you raised an eyebrow at him. "I thought you were going to cry earlier." He threw your towel at you. "If he's sober tomorrow, we'll see if he's going to be that rough. If he still is, I'm going to talk to him." 

Why is Yuta doing this? This is so unexpected of him. "What?" He asked, then giggled. "Are you falling in love with me?" You probably are.

Yuta smiled. "You know Valentine's isn't over and you need a shower." But you just showered. "Let's get you cleaned up, princess." He offered, holding out a hand for you. 

You doubt you'll get cleaned in the shower with Yuta.

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boy howdy have I had A Week

the con was great! except that I left my contact lenses at home, but fortunately I had a friend coming up to Sydney to hang out with me the day before the con! so she could bring my contacts up for me!

I forgot to get them off her, she left with them still in her bag 🙃

but I had a great time at the con, my cosplay got recognised by a few people, a stall runner gave me a free Danny sticker! (the only piece of DP merch there and she was THRILLED to give it to me)

even met @andthentheyran !! it was awesome meeting up with another phandom member 🥰 I hope you also had a fantastic time (and I hope your stall got plenty of sales ❤️)

I travelled with my sister who was going to the con on both days (I was just going on the Sunday) but then they got really sick with a bad cough and couldn't go on the Sunday 🥲 so we didn't get to go together at all (and none of my friends could make it so I was mostly just hanging either on my own or with my sister's friends)

still! had a great time! bought a lot of keychains!

until the next day, when we had to check out of the airbnb, my sister's cough developed to 'cannot fucking breathe' levels of persistent and I could not put them on a 1.5 hour train ride home unless we could get it under control and I could be certain they wouldn't suffocate while in transit and far from emergency services

so we had to go to hospital

with all our luggage

but at first we went into the wrong entrance of the hospital while looking for the emergency entrance and when we told the lady at the desk the symptoms she I kid you not LEAPED out of her chair and stood with her hand out like she was Chris Pratt from Jurassic World and we were feral velociraptors

(keep in mind, only one of us was coughing, and they were standing several metres away and we were both wearing masks)

it took a few back and forths between her panicked 'you can't come in here's before she actually told us where we were supposed to go, which was all I wanted from her anyway

(I get being covid cautious I respect that people are still being careful but also she worked in a hospital??? at the front desk??? and we were masked and social distancing??? her panicking only lead to us staying there longer until we could figure out where the fuck we were supposed to go, was just rather unprofessional and very frustrating for someone who is scared and looking for help)

so that was a whole thing

also they couldn't get in touch with their covid ward so my sister had to sit outside in the cold, making their cough worse

also they did not have covid, just fyi, they had already taken three RAT tests over the past few days when the cough developed and all were negative

they have laryngitis

they tried to get me to stand outside when we finally got into emergency, and I waited for about roughly 1 minute before they called me in to talk on their behalf because they had literally completely lost their voice (doctor also thought I was their mum, which was lowkey hilarious, especially since I had clearly used the word 'sister' during that conversation)

I guess I just have mum vibes, such is the life of being the mum friend

so yeah! this marks the second con I've been to that ended in me accompanying someone to hospital

also one of my sister's friends that we roomed with for the weekend got an eye infection from their contact lenses

we're considering this con to be officially Cursed

but hey at least we got a good tenant review from the airbnb hosts!