#eyes are actually fun to draw; who knew! :P

[kuulpenguin]

anime on the mind :D

[wol-fica]

-In Charge-

summary - after watching how well you are with kids, Tara gets a funny feeling in her stomach…

warnings - smut, p in v, talk of pregnancy, riding, tara’s a freak

an - the people ask, and i deliver. hope this satisfies the masses!

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“Which color do you want?” You questioned, peering down at the toddler in your lap, “Do you want the red?”

The small girl, named Emma, nodded shyly and made grabby hands for the crayon you picked up, giggling when you handed it to her. It was a required part of your Education class to spend time with kids and observe their behaviors so you could become more prepared for teaching in the future, so your professor invited some kids in the foster care program to come hang out with you and your classmates.

The on-campus coffee shop offered to host the event, reserving half of the tables for it. Currently, you were seated at a small circular table with a couple kids and another one of your classmates, doodling on a drawing pad and passing a few drawings around for the kids to color in. They were super engaging toddlers, with one boy even cracking a few dad jokes that made you chuckle from time to time, but Emma was the one who connected with you the quickest. She had clung to you as soon as she got there, and had been adding color to almost every single one of your drawings for the past hour.

“I’m kind thirsty Emma, wanna come with me to get a drink?” You asked, setting your pen down.

“Ya!” The girl replied, tossing her crayon onto the table.

You smiled, picking her up and setting her on your hip before heading towards the front counter. The cashier greeted you and happily waited to take your order, giving a little wave to the toddler on your side, but your attention had been captured by a certain brunette.

It was Tara, your girlfriend of almost two years, was eyeing you with a gentle smile from the back corner booth. She was wrapped up in one of your hoodies, the article seeming to swallow her tiny frame whole as your clothes were always oversized on her. Her brown eyes were tracking you precisely, and they immediately lit up when you met her gaze. She gave you a little wave, holding up a second drink from her own that you recognized as your favorite.

“Actually, I won’t need anything.” You said to the worker before heading over to Tara’s booth.

Emma babbled in your ear, playing with a little toy unicorn you had brought for her. You set her down on the booth seat, before sliding in next to her and facing Tara with a big smile.

“So are you stalking me now?” You asking, leaning into your palm.

“I have your location at all times, so yes.” She teased back, pushing the drink towards you, “And I knew you’d be thirsty.”

You smiled wider, taking the beverage and sipping it with a sigh, “It’s perfect Tar, thank you.”

“Perfect!” Emma squealed from your side, standing up and placing the unicorn on top of your head.

You chuckled, wrapping your arm around the toddler to make sure that she didn’t fall, “You having fun Em?”

Tara watched from across the table, her bottom lip slipping between her teeth from the sight before her. She always knew you had a soft spot for children, being that you were majoring in education and you were always taking up babysitting jobs, but she had never experienced your skill set firsthand. You pulled Emma into your lap and began to tickle her, the small girl laughing sweetly, and that’s when Tara knew she had to get you home immediately.

A certain feeling was bubbling in her stomach, and watching you be a mother figure made her want nothing more than for you to get her pregnant.

——Time Skip——

“Mmph.” You groaned softly, muffled by Tara’s lips against your own.

After your coffee shop play date with the kids, Tara had insisted on you coming back to her single dorm to spend time together, though you knew she had other plans when a familiar glint flickered across her brown iris’.

Hence why you were now here, your hands firmly placed on the fat of her ass while she rode you fiercely. Her hips ground into yours with vigor as she threw her head back, a guttural moan falling from her lips when she finally sat back fully onto your length.

“Fuck babe, stretching me out so good.” She moaned, placing her hands behind her and rolling her hips up.

You whined, your eyes rolling from the stimulation. Tara had been at this for awhile now, unrelenting and determined to make you cum over and over again until you couldn’t remember your own name.

Her words, not yours.

“Think you can be a good girl and give me another?” She asked breathlessly, biting her lip while rocking her hips a little faster, “I know the answer…but I want to hear it.”

You moaned in response, gasping when she clenched down hard and pushed herself down. Her torso bent over you, hands reaching to grab your face and force you to look at her.

“Use your words.” She stated, subtly grinding her hips against yours.

You gulped, fighting back another moan, “Y-yeah, I can.”

Tara smiled, pressing a sweet kiss to your nose before returning to sitting upright. She carefully raised herself up before slamming back down, the wet noises of her soaked cunt enveloping your cock filling the room. Your orgasm approached fast, the knot in your lower stomach tightening quite quickly with how Tara was manhandling you.

“That’s it.” She mumbled when you cried out her name, her hands running across your breasts with each roll of her hips, “Good girl, just let it out.”

You whimpered pathetically, eyes rolling back and toes curling when you finally came. Your seed pumped deep inside of her, and she soon followed you through when she felt the warm liquid coat her walls.

“Fuck.” You muttered, letting your arm fall over Tara’s waist when she snuggled into your chest.

“Always fill me up perfectly.” She whispered against your collarbone, leaving little kisses there, “So perfect.”

She locked her legs around your waist, trapping you inside of her, and rolled you both over until she was on her back and you were hovering over her. She looped her arms around your neck, giggling when you sucked in a breath at the movement.

“I just did sooooo much heavy lifting.” She whined playfully, pushing you closer to her by her heels, “And after seeing how good you handle kids, well…”

She bit her lip, playing with the hairs on the back of your neck, “How about you do some of the work now, hm?”

You stared at her a moment, weighing your options before pushing your hips forward gently. Carefully, you worked yourself back into her, eliciting small huffs and whines from the both of you. She was tight, very very tight, yet her walls caved and opened for your thickness, and before you knew it you were fully sheathed in her warmth again.

“Shit…Tara!” You moaned, your head falling to her shoulder from the feeling of her.

“Poor baby, all flustered.” She cooed, running her nails across your muscular back, “I know it feels good, but I’m expecting you to do what I told you to.”

You nodded weakly, drawing your hips back before thrusting them forward again, soon settling into a smooth rhythm. Your pants were muffled against her skin, your hands holding her ass tightly as you pumped into her. She would sigh in your ear from time to time, mumbling little praises and sweet things, but other than that she was silent. It was a test, to see if you could please her in the way she needed you to.

“I’m…close.” Tara murmured after a while, purring when you moaned back to her, “Bring me to it baby…that’s it…mMM!”

She came with a tight lipped squeal, her eyes fluttering shut as her orgasm washed through her. You gritted your teeth, giving a couple few thrusts before following her through, promptly collapsing on top of her when you finished.

Her hands wound into your hair, massaging your scalp gently whilst turning you both to the side. You were still inside her, dimly aware of that fact, but you knew Tara had a thing for falling asleep while being stuffed with your cock, so you didn’t mind in the slightest.

“You did such a good job beautiful.” She praised to you, pressing little kisses to your forehead, “Always so obedient.”

You grumbled an incoherent sentence, nipping her skin lightly before burying yourself into her neck. She giggled at you, hugging you close and pulling your hips even closer with her legs.

“I’ll be here when you wake up.” She said, noting your tired body, “Can’t promise that I won’t be sucking you off though.”

You chuckled, patting her butt as a way to say that you didn’t care, and soon fell asleep tucked against her.

Thank god Tara was on birth control.

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:D told ya i’d have it out today

[kittyykattxoxo]

owns the night

pairing : damian priest x reader

summary : you were only supposed to go out with your friends for a few drinks to celebrate one of them getting engaged, but that quickly turns into a wild night at the club. this leaves your boyfriend, damian, less than pleased and he has to remind you exactly who's in charge.

word count : 2475

content warning : dom! damian, sub! reader, p in v, spanking, overstimulation, oral, fingering, creampie

the loud bass music pulsed through your chest, vibrating through your bones as you leaned back against the bar, downing the remnants of your fourth - no wait, fifth? - drink and let the familiar burn of alcohol hit your throat. your eyes were hazy, the mixture of tequila and whiskey coursing through your veins making everything feel just slightly distant and oh so wonderfully carefree.

your hair was a mess of tousled waves, falling over your shoulders, slightly damp from sweat. your skin was radiating heat from a mixture of the alcohol and all the dancing you’d been doing, the warmth causing your cheeks to flush with a rosy hue. the tiny black mini dress you’d chosen to wear was clinging to your curves, the plunging neckline barely holding your breast in place. with every twist of your hips, the dress momentarily rises a little bit higher, teasingly showing glimpses of skin on your inner thighs. you knew how good you looked and you’d never been shy about showing it off.

the night had started off innocently enough - dinner and cocktails, celebrating your friend ruby’s engagement. somewhere along the way, however, things had devolved into shots and reckless laughter as you all let loose. honestly, if this were just celebrating her engagement, you worried about how wild the bachelorette party was going to be. a part of you felt bad - you’d assured your boyfriend that it wasn’t going to be bad, that you’d just have a drink or two and then make your way home. that idea had been quickly abandoned and was now little more than an afterthought in the back of your mind as you focused on enjoying yourself.

you’d been prepared to go back out to the dance floor when the sound of your phone buzzing against the bar surface drew your attention. it wasn’t the first time that it had rang over the course of the night, but it was the first time you actually acknowledged it, squinting at the screen through your tipsy haze.

Papi

a slow, drunken grin slid across your lips as you picked it up and slid to answer it, completely ignoring all of the warning bells that should have been going off in your head. 

“heyyyyyyy papi” you slurred, dragging the words out like honey. “miss me?”

on the other end, you heard damian draw out a long, slow breath. his voice was low and raspy with barely restrained irritation. 

“where are you, hermosa?” you rolled your eyes with a playful defiance, despite the fact that he couldn’t see you. tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder, you began to toy with the rim of your now empty glass. 

“i’m out with the girls, silly!” you slurred. ”don’t you rememberrr? ruby’s engaged! we’re celebrating and having fun, don’t be such a party pooper!” 

over the phone, you heard clearly as he sharply exhaled through his nose - a telltale sign that you were definitely testing his patience. 

“go. home. now.” damian’s voice was dark, each word coming out as more of a warning than anything else.

unfortunately, the alcohol was lowering your inhibitions a little too much and so you merely giggled in reply. “oh, come on papi. i’m just having a little bit of funnnn!” 

before damian could reply, you felt a hand on your wrist and looked up to see your best friend ruby, who was just as drunk as you were. “cmon babeee! let’s dance!” 

her words were slurred and if it weren’t for her pointing over to where the rest of your friends were on the dance floor, you may not have gotten the gist of it. without a second thought you ended the call, letting ruby drag you toward the dance floor and letting your phone fall into your little clutch, all but forgotten. 

so you didn’t notice when damian tried to call you again. or when he texted you several times. and of course you completely forgot that the two of you had shared locations with each other in the early stages of your relationship.

somewhere in the haze of the alcohol and music, your party had made their way up onto the center stage of the club and you moved your body to the music, every so often remembering to pull your tiny black dress down before you gave everyone too much of a show. you were having so much fun, dancing into the night, but that all was interrupted when a large, rough hand wrapped around your wrist and practically yanked you off the stage.

a soft yelp escaped from your lips and your first reaction was to protest in anger, but then you looked up and suddenly your stomach was doing flips. 

because there he was. damian priest.

all six-foot-five of him, his massive frame towering over you. he was dressed in a fitted black shirt that clung to his muscular chest and a pair of dark jeans that hugged powerful thighs, making him near impossible to miss. but the thing you picked up on most was how his dark eyes were molten with barely contained fury, his jaw clenched tightly enough that you swore you could see the muscles tick. 

“papi,” you finally managed to breath out, your lips parted slightly as you looked up at him with surprise and misplaced excitement, the alcohol having you fail to realize just how much trouble you were in.

your friends looked on with a little bit of concern, but in reality they were all too drunk to really protest either as damian scooped you up into his arms with ease and waved them off as he began walking you two out of the club, his long strides swift and purposeful. he was seething, his entire body radiating a possessive dominance, but he was still careful with you.

the cool night air had you almost whining, but he didn’t give you a reaction as you both approached his car. he easily held you with one hand as he used the other to open the door, depositing you in the front seat. you blinked up at him and now that you could see his face again, you finally began sensing the depth of his frustration.

the ride back to your shared apartment was tense and silent. every now and then you would glance over at him through the corner of your eye. his hands gripped the steering wheel hard enough that his knuckles had turned white and his jaw was still tight. his dark eyes were focused on the road, but you could see the storm that was brewing behind them.

instinctively, your thighs squeezed together and a pulsing ache built low in your belly. a part of you, despite your inebriation, knew what was coming when you got home. when you finally reached your apartment, he parked with a sharp jerk and immediately rounded the car. you’d tried to get out on your own, but almost immediately were unsteady on your feet and he reached out to grab your wrist. his grip was firm and possessive but not painful as he led the two of you inside.

almost immediately as the door shut behind the two of you, he had you pressed up against the wall. your breath hitched sharply as your back collided with the cool surface. damian towered over you, his hands braced on either side of your head, caging you in. his face was close, his forehead resting against your own. 

“you,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, “having been testing my patience tonight, mi reina.”

your stomach clenched at the raw dominance in his tone, but you were still buzzed and feeling reckless. 

“hmm…and what are you going to do about it, papi?” you teased, your words slurred and your tone sickeningly sweet, knowing you were going to continue testing his patience. his eyes darkened, but a wicked glint flashed in them to let you know that he would continue playing this game.

“careful, princesa,” he warned. “you may not like that answer.”

but did you heed his warning? of course not. instead, you brought your hands up to rest on his broad chest, your painted nails lightly dragging over the fabric of his shirt.

“maybe i like trouble, papi.”

his nostrils flared slightly and without another word, one of his hands moved to grab your jaw, forcing you to hold his gaze. you could see everything in his look - the anger, the possessiveness, the lust for you, but on the flip side you knew that he could see everything in your eyes too. could see how badly they betrayed how much you wanted him.

“you think this is a game, princesa?” he rasped, his voice low and dangerous. “i’m about to remind you who you belong to.”

before you could get out another word, he seized your hips and lifted you with ease. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck as he carried you toward your bedroom. as he moved, his lips trailed along your throat, teeth grazing your skin possessively. 

by the time your back hit the mattress, your dress had already bunched up around your hips. damian’s large hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide as his dark gaze moved up to your face at the new revelation.

“no panties?” he murmured, his voice dripping with a dark amusement. “que traviesa…”

you smirked, but it melted into a sharp gasp when he suddenly knelt between your thighs, dragging his tongue along your already slick folds in one deliberate stroke. your back arched violently, your fingers already fisting the sheets below you.

“papi!” you gasped breathlessly, thighs trembling, but he didn’t stop. instead, he growled  against her, gripping your thighs with an almost bruising force to keep them spread open as his tongue circled your clit relentlessly. 

“you wanna be a brat, princesa?” he rasped darkly between strokes of his tongue. “fine, lets see how much you can take.”

his tongue flattered, dragging over your sensitive bundle of nerves with a slow, devastating precision. he alternated between soft flicks and firm, languid strokes, keeping you on the edge but never quite letting you fall over. 

it was a cruel punishment, but perhaps one you deserved after disobeying him. still, after a several moments of being tortured, your thighs began to tremble, the pleasure building far too quickly. 

“papi, please” you whimpered pathetically, craving the release that he refused to let you have.

but he wasn’t done, not yet.

you were so lost in the pleasurable sensations of his tongue that you didn’t notice when his grip left one of your thighs until suddenly you felt two thick fingers inside of you. damian knew exactly what he was doing, his fingers curling just right to drag against your sweet spot, his tongue never slowing either as it circled and flicked mercilessly against your clit.

the sudden dual stimulation was enough to send you over the edge, your back arching and fingers clawing at the sheets as an orgasm ripped from you with a strangled cry. 

but damian didn’t stop.

his tongue and fingers remained relentlessly, thrusting and swirling as he overstimulated your sensitive core. your body joled with the intensitive, your thighs trembling as your swollen clit throbbed against his tongue.

“p-papi! too much!” you practically sobbed, your voice cracking. 

but damian only growled against you in response, holding you down with one of his large hands with ease.

“too much?” he taunted, his voice filled with a wicked delight. “you can take more, princesa.”

and you did. it didn’t take long, but he dragged you through another orgasm with his mouth, groaning as you came undone beneath him. your legs trembled uncontrollably, your entire body quivering and oversensitive, but damian didn’t stop until you were nothing but a trembling, whimpering mess beneath him.

when he finally pulled away, his lips were glistening with your arousal and he licked them slowly, watching you with a sort of dark and primal satisfaction.

“look at you,” he murmured as his eyes raked over your trembling form. “so fucking wrecked for me.”

you couldn’t even get a reply out if you wanted to, still completely overstimulated from his mouth. damian still wasn’t done, however. in his mind, you still hadn’t fully learned your lesson - and he wasn’t going to stop until it was drilled into your head. 

his hands reached out to grab your hips, flipping you onto your stomach with ease and pulling your hips up as a near breathless gasp escaped your lips. you felt as his large hand ran over the curve of your exposed ass, suddenly smacking it hard enough to make you cry out. he repeated the action several more times until the burning sensation had you certain that both cheeks were bright red. 

“you’re mine, princesa” he growled roughly against your ear.

your fingers suddenly found themselves clawing at the sheets as he thrust into you, burying his thick length to the hilt inside of you with one punishing stroke. you hadn’t even realized when he’d had the time to take his cock out, but you certainly weren’t in the position to complain. 

his large body engulfed you, his grip on your hips once again bruisingly tight as he started his thrust at a punishing pace, your body still having not recovered from the orgasms he’d forced out before. 

“mine,” he growled into your neck, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin as he pulled you back, forcing you to take every inch of him. he was going to make sure that there was never a doubt in your mind who you belonged to, whose commands you were supposed to follow. 

every thrust, every slap of his hips against yours, sent you closer and closer to the edge, but what really sent you crashing over was when one his fingers found their way between your legs and began to circle at your clit. that was enough to send you spiraling, your third orgasm of the night ripped from your body. 

the sensation proved to be enough for damian too, as with one final thrust you felt him unleash inside of you, his face buried in your neck to cover the guttural groan that escaped from him. for several moments afterwards he remained inside of you, the two of you trying desperately to catch your breath. 

when he finally let you go, you practically collapsed into the bed, completely exhausted. you heard him chuckle and felt as he leaned over you, pressing a soft kiss against your temple before settling in next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist and tugging you close. 

“never forget who you belong to, princesa.” he murmured darkly.

your response was breathless, practically a soft, broken whisper.

“only you, papi.” 

[the-s1lly-corner]

Ej, Lj, Masky, Hoodie, Masky, Ticci Toby and Bloody Painter x reader who draws them

Prize 5/5 for @reivelmin !! I hope you've enjoyed all of your prizes WOOHOO!! I had a blast writing them, hardly ever get the excuse to write for some of these characters EHEHEHEHE

EYELESS JACK

I've always headcanoned that Jack was always a bit of an artist himself, although the most he does it sketch every now and then to keep his kind busy. He points out some techniques he recognizes and asks you about it. It.. actually takes him a moment to realize that all of the drawings are him. You can practically hear the gears turning in his head before he tries to move on. This opens the window for the two of you to draw together every now and then.. though jack is always a little embarrassed.. flustered.. with the knowledge that you have so much of him in your book

LAUGHING JACK

Very loud when saying he loves it. Hes flipping through the pages before pausing, looking you dead in the eye. He makes a comment about how you must be soooooo obsessed with him. Hes teasing you, of course! He offers to draw you in return.. though dont expect anything crazy, Jack's not.. the best artist- and hes okay with that! Loves looking through your art whenever you offer it. Would kick his feet in the air while looking through the pages. Sometimes you give him sketches to color, to keep him busy while you have to go do something

MASKY

He already knew what you were drawing him before you ever have the chance to show him. The man is silent and is constantly keeping an eye on you.. he does NOT know how to be a normal roommate!! You probably dont get the chance to show him yourself, because he points at a stray pencil marking that you forgot to erase. Worst jumpscare of your life, if you werent already aware of his presence in the room... he.. actually gives a thumbs up. Which doesnt seem like much but considering that he doesnt really emote, that's a huge thing... now does he think it's a little odd that you have a bunch of sketches where hes the reference? A little, but he does offer some good poses and lighting due to him tending to lurk in the shadows

HOODIE

Very similar to Masky but at least he pretends to not know. You walk up to him with your sketchbook and hes so obviously playing dumb but its.. sweet that hes pretending. He takes his time looking through all of the art, where some of the others get too excited and flip through it all. He doesnt talk, but he does communicate that he thinks it all looks great via sign.. oh he would definitely start leaving sticky notes with doodles around for you to find

TICCI TOBY

I think Toby would be a little overwhelmed, he didnt think anyone would be interested in him enough to want to fill an entire sketchbook with him. He tries to cover up his shock by lightly making fun of the situation. Though every tease he tries to draw out falls flat, as everytime he goes to poke fun of something about the art he trails off. Besides, he couldn't bring himself to actually make fun of the stuff you make.. if it's a gift, you offer to take it back but he quickly shuts that down. Its like the Bob's burger friendship bracelet audio, "no fuck off its mine"

BLOODY PAINTER

As an artist himself, he asks you about what materials you used as well as the techniques you used! Unlike EJ, Helen is more thorough in his questioning and knows a lot more fancy terms.. he points out the good parts of your pieces, and catches himself before giving his criticisms.. he at least makes sure that the criticism is wanted before just unloading (and even then hes constructive! Hes well aware that just dunking on someone does nothing to help them grow). It actually strikes his ego a lot that you would dedicate so much time and material to just him, and it inspires him to make something for you in return. If he didnt know you were an artist prior to this, he offers to paint with you.. whether as a collab or just simply working parallel to one another! Just please pay no mind to him staring at you more intently while hes at his canvas...!

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Full of Surprises - Bob Floyd x Reader

A/N: Inspired by @galaxy-of-stories's post

pairing: Lt. Robert Floyd x reader

warnings/content: virgin!bob x fem reader, oral (f receiving), p in v, swearing, hangman actually being a decent friend towards bob.

word count: 3k

minors dni below the cut

Bob chewed on his bottom lip nervously as he watched you from across the beach, his dark blue eyes watching you intensely from behind his wire framed glasses. He rarely took part in off-base activities with the rest of the Dagger squad, but today, he’d been coaxed out by Rooster and Phoenix to join the team for a relaxing beach day. What he didn’t know though, was that you would be there. You were Maverick’s niece, and Bob had pretty much instantly fallen for you. Smart, funny, beautiful and friendly - Bob thought you were the whole package. He loved the way your eyes lit up whenever you spoke about something you were interested in, the way your cheeks blushed whenever Maverick and Rooster started reminiscing about your childhood, having grown up playing with Rooster on occasion when you were little, and he loved the way you were so outgoing, and so unlike him. He always hated his incurable shyness, the fact that he struggled so hard to come out of his shell, he resented it, especially now that it made it next to impossible for him to hold a conversation with you. 

“Hey, Baby-on-Board, you coming?” 

Bob turned his head around to face one of the pilots on his squad, Hangman, calling over to him. Bob rolled his eyes at the nickname Hangman had given him and shook his head quickly, his cheeks turning red again. He prayed that the UV rays were strong enough that day that he could lie and say the reddening of his face was due to too much sun exposure, but he knew that wasn’t likely going to work as an excuse on anyone, much less Hangman. The tall blonde pilot raised an eyebrow at Bob as he folded his arms over his broad chest. 

“Jeez, Bagman, don’t you ever wear a shirt?” Bob laughed dryly as he poked fun at Hangman, who had long ditched his t-shirt to show off his sunkissed skin, trying desperately to attract any female attention he could get on the beach.

“Hey, at least I don’t keep mine on the whole time at the beach.” Hangman shrugged as he sat down on the sand beside Bob. “Why do you anyway? I mean, you do all the same workouts as the rest of us do. It’s because you’re covered in chest hair isn’t it?” Hangman smirked as he playfully shoved Bob, flipping his sunglasses down over his eyes.

“No, I just don’t like to,” Bob shrugged his shoulders, “You know me, I’m not one to draw attention to myself.” 

“I hate to break it to you, Bobby, but you’ve definitely drawn someone’s attention,” Hangman grinned at him as he pointed towards you with his thumb as he spoke, “Mav’s niece hasn’t been able to stop herself from giving you the bedroom eyes, it’s hilarious that you haven’t noticed it yet though.”

“Bedroom eyes?” Bob laughed and shook his head, “What the hell are bedroom eyes?” 

“You know,” Hangman put his sunglasses atop his short blonde hair and grinned, imitating the lustful look he was referring to, the one he was so convinced you had for Bob.

“I have never seen anyone make that face in my life, Bagman. Are you bullshitting me?” Bob raised an eyebrow as he leaned back on his palms in the sand and sighed softly as he watched you again. The breeze blew your long hair back and the sunlight hit your tanned skin just right, making you appear to have a sunkissed glow. The sight alone was almost enough to drive Bob crazy. 

“Hah!” Hangman grinned as he pointed at Bob’s facial expression as he watched you, “You’re doing it to her right now!”

“I am not!” Bob protested, shaking his head. “Look, don’t you have something better to do?”

“No, I know I’m a shitty wingman half the time, but this time, I’m making it my personal mission to be yours.” 

Bob sighed again as he rolled his eyes. He knew he wasn’t winning on this one, and Hangman wasn’t going to leave him alone anytime soon. He just wasn’t ready to make a move on you yet. He’d had a handful of girlfriends over the years, but he’d never gone any further than making out for one reason or another, usually due to nerves. As badly as Bob wanted to, he couldn’t bring himself to be humiliated in front of you.

“I’m fine,” Bob said through clenched teeth. 

“Dude, you can tell me what your hang up is. I’m not gonna go blab it, I promise,” Hangman said, placing his hand over his heart playfully to show that Bob’s secret would be safe with him.

“Fine…” Bob exhaled and shook his head, “I don’t know what the bedroom eyes are or anything because I’ve never, you know…gone to the bedroom…with anyone,” He said as he gave Hangman a pleading look, his facial expression begging him for some sympathy and compassion instead of the relentless teasing he expected from him.

“You mean, never?”

“Never. Not even close. I think I’ve made out with a girl once. I was like 18 though.” 

“Wow,” was all that Hangman could muster out.

“So now you get it?” Bob asked softly, “It’s not that I don’t want to ask her out. It’s that I’m scared I’ll screw it up because of that.”

Bob sighed and shook his head again as he stood up. He brushed the sand off his shorts and forced a laugh.

“I’m gonna head home, Hangman. See you later.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Hangman laughed as he put a hand on Bob’s shoulder, his firm grip stopping Bob from walking away, “You’re at least gonna talk to this poor girl. She’s been interested in you the whole time she’s been here visiting Mav. Christ, even Mav’s noticed it,, and we all know how observant he is.”

“What if you’re wrong though and she’s not interested in me? Maybe she’s just being nice. I bet you’re more her type anyway.” Bob frowned.

“Me? No, she’s uh…she’s made it very clear I am not her type,” He laughed softly, shaking his head, “I tried. She outright told me “the cute guy with glasses” is her type. And how many guys with glasses are on our squad?”

“Just me…unless she meant sunglasses. Then it could be anyone.”

“Robert, I swear, you’re the dumbest guy I’ve ever met sometimes,” Hangman laughed as he rolled his eyes, “She meant you, jackass. She likes you. She told me. Now, what are you going to do with this information?”

“Talk to her…?” Bob tried, a nervous laugh escaping his lips as he thought about it.

“Attaboy, Baby-on-Board, you got this,” Hangman grinned as he stood up, “Now, do me a favour? Try to look a little less like you’re about to shit your pants over this ok?” 

Bob rolled his eyes and took a deep breath as he approached you, a friendly smile on his lips as he nodded his head towards you. 

“Hi, I don’t think I ever properly introduced myself,” Bob offered his hand out to shake and smiled, “Lt. Robert Floyd, everyone calls me Bob, sometimes Bobby though.” 

“Hi Bob,” you grinned and shook his hand, “Y/N. Nice to meet you. My uncle’s told me a lot about you. You’re a WSO, right?”

“Yeah, I’m the backseater, it’s kinda fun, I’m a big nerd, so I get to use a lot of math in it to calculate where to aim the lasers and all that.”

You let out a giggle as he explained his role to you and he couldn’t help but smile and laugh along with you. Hours passed between the two of you conversing together, Hangman proudly watching Bob impress you from the background. After a while, the rest of the squad cleared out from the beach, leaving just you and Bob there by yourselves. It was beginning to get dark outside when you stood up beside Bob and smiled warmly.

“Want to come back to my aunt Penny’s? She’s not gonna care if I bring you over, she and Uncle Mav speak very highly of you. Aunt Penny always says you’re incredibly polite, and Uncle Mav called you a “good kid” so I doubt they’d mind if you came back to hangout for a little while.”

Bob nodded his head and smiled politely at you, the sunset making his eyes shine as he turned to face you. He leaned forward gently and pressed his lips to yours in a soft, gentle kiss. He pulled away after a moment and shook his head. 

“God, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did that. I’m not usually that forward. I mean, I wanted to, obviously,  I just normally ask first. And now I’m rambling, fuck sake,” He laughed and shook his head again.

You smiled and leaned in to kiss him again, quieting his anxieties and insecurities as your lips met once again. He moved his lips in time with yours as he kissed you, his tongue tracing along your bottom lip, as if he was asking permission for it to enter your mouth. Your tongues swirled together with passion and lust as you made your way across the sand and over to the front steps of your aunt and uncle’s home where you were staying, your lips barely breaking contact as you walked. You felt Bob put a hand gently on your waist as you pulled him inside through the patio door, into the sunroom where you were staying. You breathlessly pulled away from Bob to come up for air, shrugging your cardigan off your shoulders as you did so. Bob, finding a sudden burst of confidence, grabbed you by the waist with one hand and pulled you into his body tightly, pressing his lips to your neck. As his lips found your sensitive spot on your neck, his hands palmed their way over your breasts, gently cupping them and squeezing them as he felt you up. 

“Mhmm, Bob,” you groaned softly as he made contact with your sensitive skin. 

Bob pulled away for a moment and frowned slightly, remembering his earlier confession to Hangman. He let out a deep exhale before turning to face you, his facial expression full of concern as he spoke.

“Listen, I have to tell you something before we go any further, ok?” His voice was quiet and low, almost in a whisper as he spoke.

You nodded in response and waited, listening intently as Bob spoke.

“I’ve never…you know,” He finally said.

“Never?”

“No, never.”

“Do you want to though…?” You asked after a few moments of contemplation.

Bob bit his lip and laughed softly as he nodded his head quickly. 

“Believe me, I really do.”

“Then I’m honoured to be your first,” You nodded your head and kissed his cheek gently.

His cheeks flushed a bright scarlet red as you spoke. Without further hesitation, Bob leaned in and kissed you passionately again, tangling his fingers gently in your hair as he pulled you in closer to him. He pulled away ever so slightly as he spoke and laughed nervously.

“You’re going to have to tell me if I’m doing any of this right, ok? Kissing is about the only thing I know how to do.”

You giggled softly as you nodded your head reassuringly to Bob as he drifted his lips down your neck to your collarbone. He gently ran his hand up your leg, his fingers brushing against the hemline of your sundress as his hand drifted slowly up your thigh. You felt him take a deep breath as he pressed his lips to your collarbone again, his fingertips grazing your underwear gently. He looked up at you without saying a word, his lips still hovering above your collarbone, as if to ask for permission to keep going. You bit your lip, holding back a grin as you nodded your head, giving him the signal to continue.

Bob’s fingertips grazed against the dampening fabric of your underwear again, moaning softly into your collarbone, he looked up at you as he slowly dragged them down off your legs and laughed softly. 

“Wow.” he said, trying to hide his mix of arousal and curiosity, “You’re uh…you’re pretty into this, aren’t you?” He laughed as he tossed your underwear to the floor. 

“Mhmm,” You smirked at him as you guided his hand, his fingers gently brushing against your folds, feeling your arousal as it began to gather on you. 

“Shit,” Bob laughed softly as he shook his head, “This is where I start to not know what I’m doing.” He gave you an apologetic look.

“Everyone has a first time, Bob, I’ll show you what to do,” You smiled reassuringly at him as you continued to guide his hand along your core. He smirked as his wandering hand found your clit, two of his fingers pressing against the sensitive nub as he discovered it. The sound that fell from your lips was almost enough to make Bob lose all self-control on the spot. He arched his eyebrow at you as he continued to gently draw circles on it with his finger. 

“Y-you can use your mouth there too,” you nodded, trying your best to think clearly as he pleasured you.

Bob bit his lip gently as he positioned himself between your legs. He took his glasses off and sat them beside your leg as he ducked his head down in between your legs. He gently pressed soft kisses to your folds, his tongue carefully lapping up your wet arousal as he kissed at you. You let out a loud moan as Bob’s lips made contact, but before he could lift his head up to see if you were ok, your hand was grabbing a handful of his sandy blonde hair, pulling his head into you gently to tell him to keep going.

Taking the hint, Bob continued to leave soft kisses on you, grinning as he heard you moan out. 

“Feels s’good, honey, keep doing that,” You encouraged as he began using his lips to suck at your sensitive clit, your hips bucking upwards against his mouth, your body craving being as close to him as humanly possible.

Your compliment to Bob’s skill turned something on in him, and suddenly, he began moving his lips in the same rhythm but with more passion, like he’d just discovered his God-given talent on this earth was using his mouth to pleasure you into oblivion. As you reached your boiling point, Bob continued to lap his tongue at you, his lips sucking on your clit as you rode it out. He pulled his mouth away from you before pulling his t-shirt over his head. He wiped his mouth on his shirt before discarding it to the floor and working to unbuckle his belt before dropping his shorts to the ground. His boxers were tenting with arousal as he looked down at you, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. 

“Do you…do we need anything?” He asked as he tried build up the confidence to do what he was about to.

“I’m clean and on the pill,” You nodded your head and laughed softly, “So you’re good.”

“Right,” Bob chuckled softly as he nodded his head before peeling his boxer briefs down off his body. 

Bob stroked his length before lining his hips up with yours. He took a deep breath and looked to you for an indication that you were ready, that you were sure you wanted to go through with this. As you flitted your gaze to him, biting your lip as you sized him up, you couldn’t help but let out a nervous chuckle. Bob looked at you, somewhat mortified as his eyes widened.

“What? What is it?”

“Nothing, you’re just…bigger than I’d pictured, if you get me. You might need to take a pause once you get started so I can adjust to you, mkay?”

“Gotcha, don’t worry darlin’,” Bob nodded knowingly and laughed as he ran a hand through his hair. 

You let out a sharp exhale as Bob lined his hips up with yours and gently pushed himself into you. As promised, he paused for you to adjust to his size, waiting for you to tell him you were ready for him to start. Once he heard you give the ok, he began thrusting his hips in and out of you, a deep grunt escaping his lips as he felt your body tighten around him, your arousal dripping from you and onto his cock. 

“Fuck,” Bob groaned as he thrusted deeper into you, finding his rhythm, “You feel so good, darlin’.”

“Keep going, baby,” you purred at him, encouraging him to continue before throwing your head back in ecstasy, moaning his name loudly.

Bob felt your walls clenching against him, gripping his erection tightly as he pumped himself in and out of your body. He felt as you arched your back against the bed, bucking your hips upwards into his thrusts as you came close to your climax again. He groaned loudly in pleasure as his thrusts became sloppier and more frantic.

“Fuck, darlin’, I’m so close,” He hissed as he let out another flurry of sinful sounding moans and grunts as he came.

The two of you sighed in unison as you rode your pleasure out together. Bob panted as he pulled himself out of you, his cheeks red from breathlessness as he tried to compose himself. He hovered over you, a smirk forming on his lips as he leaned down to kiss you. You pressed your lips to his passionately, moaning softly against them as your overstimulated body struggled between wanting more from him, and wanting to take a break.

“How was I for my first time then?” He grinned at you. 

“I never would have believed you if you told me that was your first time after we’d done it. I also don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before this either.”

Bob smirked as he laid himself down beside you in bed, putting his glasses back on.

“Well, apparently I’m just full of surprises, aren’t I?

[nikosama13]

"Wanna play a game?" (Luffy, Zoro, Sanji x reader)

Description: One shots with the monster trio. In each fic you play a "game" with one the boys from the monster trio. Who knows..? Something spicy might happen..

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Luffy:

It was a casual and rather peaceful day on the Thousand Sunny. The Straw Hats, including you, had just left a port from a short supply run… already off to find another adventure.

However, it was a rare occasion for it to be this peaceful.. Zoro was napping, Sanji was cooking, Nami drawing her maps, Robin was reading her new books, Franky fixing the ship with Ussop’s help, and Chopper making his medicine.

That just left you and Luffy..

You were just resting on the deck with a chair when you heard one of the Sunny's doors open. To your surprise it was Luffy.

“Ughh.. im hungry and bored and sleepy..” Luffy said, walking sloppy.

Well he was, until he saw you.

“Oh hey y/n!” His eyes and posture snapped into place.

“Hello Luffy..” you raised your glasses and rested them on your head.

“Wanna play a game?” Luffy’s voice also sounded like it got a little happier and excited.

“Sure I guess..” you gave him a smile anyone would fall for.

His gaze was stuck on you. He just blinked a few times before a slight burning sensation on his face struck him.

“U-uhm.. So how about like.. two truths one lie..?

It shocked you that Luffy actually knew that the game existed and let alone how to play it.

“Sure” you gave him a puzzled look.

“Me, Ussop, and Chopper played it once!” Luffy smiled.

Oh, well that explains how he knew.. Ussop always made up fun games for them to pass the time on the ship.

“Ok I’ll go first!” Luffy plopped down next to you on the floor, a look of confidence and blush showed on his face.

“So.. one is I hate meat, two is I want Sanji to cook, and three is I like y/n..”

“W-wait what!?” your eyes were practically popping out of your skull.

“Uhm..” he smiled and then looked down.

He covered this face with this hat slightly and muttered something out..

“Yeah, I like you.. So?” he continued looking down.

“I do too..” you looked away.

Then he looked up immediately after you said those words. His eyes sparkled brightly.

“Really!? You do!?” then he leaned his head on your thigh.

“Yeah..”

You both were a blushing mess but eventually as the days went by you shared a passionate kiss on the deck in front of Nami which made her choke and spit out her water.

It was safe to say you belonged together. ~(˘▾˘~)

~~~ Zoro:

For Zoro it was like any other day on the Thousand Sunny, minus the fighting parts.. Today you decided to get your moss head and play a game. Now what game exactly you ask?

Let’s backtrack really quickly..

You, Nami, and Robin were speaking about Zoro, you simply didn’t know how to get closer to him. It didn't help that he was reserved and always grumpy, as you like to call it. So Robin, being the brightest in the group of girls suggested to you that you should ask or more so “bribe” the moss head into playing a memory game with you. It sounded harmless but it would definitely have the moss head interacting with you. So you thanked Robin and ran off to put this idea to the test.

Eventually, you found Zoro dozing off into a nap. However you’d have to get to him before he slept because waking up a grumpy man isn’t a pretty sight.

“Hey Zoro! Wanna play a game with me?” you smiled and sat down in front of him on the deck of the Sunny.

“Huh..? No, why would I..? That’s for kids like Sanji and I want to rest.”

He looked back down and was about to doze off again.

This is exactly what Robin, you, and Nami anticipated so it was time for plan-b to be put into action.

“Oi, moss head I’ll give you buckets of booze, but only if you play.” You said smiling, sure of your plan bound to work.

Then his eyes popped open immediately.

“What’s the game..?” Zoro’s face slightly changed to a smile.

“It’s a simple memory game.. k?” you prepared the rules in your mind.

“Fine, get this over with… or..”

You could have sworn he muttered “..or…”, but after all it wasn’t your place to ask him what he had said when you randomly intruded on the man’s peaceful napping session.

“Ok so I'm gonna make up three hand signals in a random order and I'll add to it each time, your job is to copy me. Plus if you fail once you lose and we switch places.”

His mind took a second or two to process all of that info but it seemed like he understood, hopefully..

“Alright..” he looked up at you, now he was giving you his undivided attention.

Robin's plan was working.

After a couple of rounds he eventually failed and snickered at you. Now it was his turn to make up the hand signals..

“Watch me, I'll win!” you smiled confidently.

“Yeah, yeah totally.” The look he gave you was mischievous, like he was planning something you couldn’t predict.

And so he did..

His first movement was to grab your collar and pull you in closer, his second was to lift your chin and lean in on your soft lips, and by movement three..? Well let’s just say you and him were a blushing mess. He assumed that you knew what movement three was already supposed to be..

“Repeat that.” He smiled at you with a deep look.

“Fine I wi-” he cut you off..

“And the third movement too. Unless you don't wanna win..”

“Deal, watch me!”

You repeated the steps of grabbing his collar and lifting his chin. You pulled him in closer and looked up at him unsure about this whole situation.

“Do it” he said while looking at you.

You slowly brought him in closer and kissed him. The kiss lasted for a while until you eventually broke apart.

You were a blushing mess, as for Zoro?

“So where’s my booze at..?” (I was literally screaming when I read this over, this is my fav)

~~~

Sanji:

Sanji, as being chef of the Straw Hats was usually always in the Thousands Sunny’s kitchen, either he’d be taking orders from Luffy to cook something tasty like meat or be making special drinks for the lady’s around him.

However, today was different, he decided to finally take a break that he needed. He was walking around and wandered into the Sunny's library. There he found you, studying or reading. Either way he found it cute. When you noticed him and smiled, his heart fluttered.

So as bold as Sanji is, he sat in the seat right in front of you, staring you down intently.

“Whatcha reading there y/n?” he gazed at your book.

“Oh.. nothing much, Robin told me if I had any free time to read it because it was really good. I believe it’s alright.. I’m not too crazy over books.”

He loved the sounds of your voice. The way you talked and looked at him while you glanced at your book at the same time. It was all too much and too perfect for him.

And then all of sudden his day dreaming was abruptly ended by a wave. This wave shook the library and luckily only some books fell out of their place.

“Awh man..” you looked disappointed.

“Sanji, if it isn’t too much to ask, could you help me clean this up..? ..I think Robin would really appreciate it.” you smiled softly.

He took no time to accept your offer and helped you clean up.

As you two were busy cleaning and placing all the books back into their spots, Sanji came around a weird box named “Twister”.

“Hey y/n, look at this.” he faced you with the box in his hands.

“Oh, that’s interesting.. That’s a fun game, I wonder what it’s doing in the library though..” you seemed puzzled.

Sanji adored the face you made when you were confused. Then a great idea popped into his mind.

“Would you wanna play?” he smirked at you.

“I suppose it wouldn't hurt to, do you know how to play though?”

“Not really.. But I wouldn’t mind you teaching me~” He chuckled.

After a long 15 mins of reading the rules over to Sanji, he finally grasped the main idea of the game. This was really his kind of game.

“Ahh.. I see, let's start then~!” He began setting out the mat on the wooden floor of the Sunny.

Then you both began to play and spin the spinner, further and further into the game your limbs both got tangled and tangled.

“Right leg on blue, left arm on red…”

Sanji was trying with all this might to not look up at you with your ‘interesting’ position balancing over top of him. Eventually your muscles both gave out at the same time and you landed on top of Sanji.

Since Sanji is the Sanji we all know and love he automatically nose bled and proceeded to pass out.

With Chopper’s help he was just fine, but those newly discovered feelings he had only for you weren't.

~~~ Finish line here!

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Let Your Mind Go Wild

Pairing: Professor!Damien x f!Reader

Summary: “‘Just…’ You brought your hand out from under his shirt, wrapping it loosely around his neck, thumb brushing over his Adam’s apple, ‘You’re a lot…bigger than me…’ You squeezed his arm.”

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI) implied age gap (Damien is his actual current age, reader is 20-22), student/teacher relationship, mild sadism/masochism themes, dom/sub dynamics, brattamer!Damien, p in v sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), biting, spanking (not where you would think!), size kink, daddy kink, If I missed anything please let me know!

Damien prided himself on a lack of shame in regard to his relationship with you.

It wouldn’t shock him if people thought of it as taboo—maybe, to them, him being with someone younger, someone who was technically his subordinate, made him perverted; a deviant in the eyes of onlookers. But he couldn’t bring himself to care.

The only thing he cared about was you, and if you didn’t mind the unconventional nature of your relationship with him, why should he?

This is what he repeated to himself while he watched you get dressed in his clothes; boxers that fit you too loose around the hips and a button down that swallowed you whole.

The difference in size between the two of you wasn’t something he had put much thought into before. He had noticed the basics, the way your fingers were slenderer than his, your smaller shoes next to his larger ones when you kicked them off in the entry way of the house, and the way you curled into him so gracefully at night.

But with you in his clothes, fabric bunched around your waist, sleeves covering your hands despite repeated attempts to roll them up, he felt something weirdly primal—and it wouldn’t go away.

He didn’t want to draw attention to it, fearing that it would make you uncomfortable somehow. He knew he was being too in his head, but there was a vague worry that an admission of your smaller stature doing it for him would make you think he was using you for the fulfillment of some depraved desire.

You both knew that at this point your relationship was beyond these worries. There was an unconditional, unspoken respect between the two of you; an undying appreciation that made itself obvious in silent (and spoken) ways. Still, he couldn’t help but feel that his urges were misplaced somehow.

He tried to push the thought from his mind and focus on the grading he had been putting off rather than the desire to grab you by the hips and show you how your frame contrasted his.

~~~

“More papers?” You walked into his office, holding a bowl of cereal, the shirt you had stolen from his closet billowed around you.

“Mm,” Damien watched you take a spoonful of cereal to your mouth, a small bead of milk trickling from between your lips and over your chin; you wiped it with the sleeve of his shirt. “I just washed that, baby.” He sighed, amused.

“Oops,” You smiled, still chewing. “Are you going to be busy all day?”

“I hope not.” Damien swiveled his chair back toward his desk and looked at the pile of ungraded assignments stacked high in front of him.

“Well,” you held the bowl in one hand now, dropping your spoon into it and approaching the back of his chair, “I’ll be here." You squeezed at his bicep, kissing his cheek and taking in the rough feel of his stubble on your lips, before turning to leave. "Have fun, Professor.”

He swallowed. The ache he was experiencing to push you down onto any available surface was only heightened by the way you struggled to fit your hand around his arm.

You’d be the death of him.

He could tell you were bored; you began to mark every half hour on the dot by padding into his office—offering a chaste kiss on his neck, or squeezing his arm—and then running out before he had the chance to respond in any way to your antics.

He began to enjoy your game, before growing irritated by his inability to take an active role in it. You’d come in, wrap your arms around his abdomen from behind his chair, soft hums would travel to his ears as you trailed your lips over his skin, small hands running over his chest and arms, and then you’d be gone a moment later. What's more, he'd lose his place, too preoccupied with the feeling of your mouth and hands against him, and have to restart whatever assignment he'd been grading.

“You’re being a brat.” He called to you down the hallway, and the only response you offered was a lighthearted giggle.

He wanted to fuck you stupid, but he knew he should prioritize his occupational responsibilities—however dull they may be, and however tempting you were.

He knew you knew that, too, and you were using his rationality to your advantage in order to act out.

When he reached the last page of the last paper, marked up with pen and read over so many times the words had started blurring together, Damien let out a deep sigh of relief.

The clock read 4:26. He leaned back in his chair, waiting out the next four minutes so that he could finally participate in the game you’d roped him into.

When he heard you coming down the hall, he picked up a stray paper, pretending to be deeply immersed in the reading. You walked up behind him, giggling quietly to yourself, certain you’d continue to get away with pestering him; you reached out once more to squeeze at him, and he swiveled in his chair, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into him in a messy show of affection. You weren’t properly on his lap, and his arms were wrapped around you lazily, but he couldn’t help but smile at the way you leaned into him when you settled with your hands firm on his shoulders, laughing up at him.

“You having fun?” He watched one of your hands sweep over his chest, the warmth of your palm permeating the thin material of the shirt he had on.

“Maybe.” You smiled, unwilling to concede. “Professor?” You undid the top button of his shirt, taking your time before pulling his collar open gently. “Did you ever notice…” You continued to undo a few more buttons, hand reaching under the newly unfastened opening of his shirt to enjoy skin-to-skin contact. Your other hand came to rest on his arm.

“Notice what?” He grabbed your chin gently between his fingers, forcing eye contact.

“Just…” You brought your hand out from under his shirt, wrapping it loosely around his neck, thumb brushing over his Adam’s apple, “You’re a lot…bigger than me…” You squeezed his arm.

Damien clenched his jaw, grateful that you were practically begging for him to act on the thoughts he’d been trying to push down all day; the burning desire to dominate you, show you how much bigger he was than you—and to put you in your place for sidetracking him from his work.

He couldn’t decide which he was more excited about.

“Have you noticed that you’re always a brat when I’m grading?” He hoisted you up, throwing you over his shoulder, one arm wrapped around your thighs, his opposite hand coming up to support your legs while you playfully kicked and squirmed above him. “Because I certainly have.”

“Hey!” You feigned outrage. The blood rushing to your head made you even giddier than you had been. He dropped you down onto the bed and you scrambled to sit up, shoving his chest.

You were already in trouble, what was a little more rebellion?

Damien grabbed your wrists and all but threw you onto your back, crawling over you and kissing down your throat.

“All fucking day,” He murmured against you, “All fucking day, baby—why are you so needy, hm? Cause you’re not getting all of my attention? Cause daddy’s busy with work and can’t give you what you want?” He didn’t know where the new title had come from, pulled from the back of his mind in the heat of the moment, but he was fine now with throwing caution to the wind, seeing as you’d already matched one of his impulses.

You didn’t confirm or deny his taunts, offering a huffed moan in place of any real response. You were distracted, intrigued by the title he had given himself, hips wiggling against him. “You said you wouldn’t be busy all day.” You continued to defy him.

“Is that why you were trying to distract me?” He sucked a deep purple mark on your collar bone, “Just wanted to get fucked? Jealous that my focus wasn't on you?" He bit the mark he had made. "Wanted to show me how you could take this big cock in that sweet little pussy?”

“Yeah—” You gasped at the way his teeth skimmed over your skin, “Yes, sir—yes, daddy.”

“You need to learn some fucking patience,” he groaned, rubbing against your thigh to find some relief. “In my clothes, walking around like you own the place.” His voice got lower, spurred on by your whines. “You look so beautiful like this." He brought his attention to the shirt you wore; sitting up on his knees to straddle your thighs, he tore the few buttons you had bothered to fasten apart.

“Damien!” You smiled, shocked that he would ruin his own clothes. “Thought you just washed this?” You lifted your head, watching his hands to the best of your ability, and he pulled the fabric off your shoulders hastily.

“I’ll get a new one.” He decided, pulling you up towards him to better enable his removal of the shirt from your body. “Little girl in my fucking clothes—you know what you’ve been doing to me all day?” He pushed you back down, dipping his head down to suck on your breasts, interchanging which side he licked over and which side he squeezed. "Distracting me—clothes don't even fit you." His mutterings were general, not directed towards you, but you picked up on them nonetheless.

“You like that I’m sm—aller than you, daddy?” Your breath caught in your throat when his teeth grazed your nipple. You pulled on his hair, earning a growl from him. “Like seeing your little girl in your clothes?”

Damien brought his face up to smother you in a heated kiss; it was sloppy and rash, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the logistics, too immersed in feeling him against you.

“Coming into my office,” he breathed against you, “in this fucking outfit, acting like a brat, trying to get a rise out of me—it worked.” He continued to attack your lips; both of you rutted against each other desperately, neither of you daring to break away from the other to properly undress and do anything about it. “Tell me you need me.”

“Need you—please, need you now, needed you all day.” You moaned when he bit down hard on your neck, leaving a bright red mark behind.

“Oh, baby,” he cooed, hips stilling, “you can do better than that.”

“Please—fuck, please, daddy, I’ll do anything, need you to fuck me.” You tugged at the hair on the nape of his neck, twisting short strands in your fingers.

“Yeah?” He moaned, your use of the new title not going unnoticed. “Need daddy’s cock?”

You whined, scraping your nails up his back while you nodded.

“Use your fucking words.”

“Need daddy’s cock,” you whimpered the words back to him, lids feeling heavy over your eyes when you dragged your still-clothed cunt just right against his thigh positioned above you. “Please.”

He stood up wordlessly, removing his shirt; you couldn’t hide the way your eyes raked over his arms, the way the fabric clung to him while he stripped himself bare, soft muscle pulling taught under his skin when he leaned down to undo his fly and rid himself of his jeans.

Christ, had his hands always been that big?

Damien pulled you by your ankles towards the edge of the bed, and you went limp under his touch, making yourself malleable and allowing him to remove the pair of boxers you still had on. He positioned you with your legs spread, hooking one knee over his shoulder and letting the other one hang from the mattress.

“Pretty little pussy.” He brought his hand down onto your cunt, spanking your clit hard.

You jumped at the contact, yelping a moan, and he did it again just to watch you squirm. He put his fingers in his mouth, releasing them after a moment and trailing them from the bottom of your entrance up to your clit.

“Gonna let daddy be in control now, right?” He circled his fingers over your clit, wet with his spit and the slick he'd gathered from his brief sweep up your pussy, “Since you’ve been doing whatever you want all day—my turn, right?”

You nodded, and he spanked your cunt again, coaxing a verbal answer from you. “Yes, sir—daddy’s in charge.”

“Cause this is my pussy to play with…” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement that cemented his authority and the way he planned to worship you, but you answered enthusiastically anyway.

“Yes—belongs to daddy.” You grasped at his wrist, fingers still teasing your clit.

“Good girl.” He moved his hand, effectively blocking your attempts to grab onto him, and pushed one finger into your hole; you arched your back, giving him the opportunity to push into you deeper. “God, you’re so tight,” he groaned, watching his finger pump in and out of you slowly, twisting his wrist and allowing himself to feel all of you around him. “Tight little pussy, squeezing one of my fingers—how are you gonna take my cock, baby? How’s it gonna fit?”

“Make it—make it fit,” you begged, “Make it fit, daddy.”

Damien growled, turning to the leg you had propped up on his shoulder and biting the inside of your thigh harshly before peppering kisses over the mark he'd left behind. “You want me to force my cock into you, baby?” He felt you shudder around him, walls clenching his finger. He added another. “Get you nice and ready for me so I can ruin this little pussy?”

“Please—fuck, Damien, please.”

He pulled his fingers from your dripping hole, licking them off. “Try again.”

“Daddy! Please, daddy, force it. Make me take it.” You bounced your hips gently on the mattress, and he relented, pushing his fingers back into you and curling them upwards to pet the spongy spot inside of you. You cried out for him, and he added another finger.

“That’s three, princess. You feel good?” He watched in awe as your cunt stretched around the intrusion, slick coating his fingers and dripping down the curve of your ass.

“Feels so good.” You breathed.

“Look at that little pussy taking it so good.” He felt like he could drool over the sight in front of him.

“Want your—cock. Please.” You struggled to focus on your breathing, entranced by the way his thick fingers stretched you.

“Thought we said it was my turn to be in charge,” he smiled, devious and unrelenting as he drove his fingers into you. “Cum for me like this, baby. Show me this little pussy can take what I give it.”

He leaned forward, taking your clit in his mouth and sucking; his tongue flicked over you, fingers buried knuckle deep in your cunt, and you clapped your hand over your mouth to keep your screams muffled.

You came like that, dampening your cries for him with your palm and bucking your hips against his mouth. Even with your eyes screwed shut, blinded by pleasure, you could tell he was smiling, proud of himself and the ways in which he could make you come undone.

He removed his fingers from you, and you clenched around the emptiness, whining at the loss of him inside of you. He frowned at you, mockingly.

“What’s wrong?” He stood, leaning over you, “You feel empty?”

“Yes.” You whined, squeezing your thighs together.

“Don’t worry—gonna give you what you need.” He dropped a hand down over your cunt, and you flinched at the attention he gave your sensitive clit, moving his hand back and forth with reckless abandon. You moaned, head falling back further against the bed. “Look at me.” He coaxed your gaze up, and you watched him take his cock in his hand, rubbing it through your folds and then leaning forward, resting it on your stomach. “See that?” He questioned, and you nodded, “See how deep I’m gonna fuck you?”

You let out a quiet moan, staring down at the length of his cock and the space it took up on your body.

“My little girl, I’ll make it fit so nice, baby, I promise. What do you say?”

“Thank you, daddy.” You looked up at him, his lust-blown eyes reflecting your own.

“That’s right.” He pulled his hips back and lined himself up with your entrance. “You want all of it?”

“Please.”

He smirked, smug and eager. Upon hearing your words he immediately pushed his hips forward, spearing you on his cock and watching the way your lower stomach bulged full of him.

You screamed, not even bothering to hide it behind your hand this time, back arching again in satisfaction at being filled to the brim by him. He took one of your hands in his and placed it on your stomach.

“So full, baby.” He looked feral, eyes dark, lips curling up at the sides, top teeth barely peeking through them, his hair falling in messy bangs over his face.

He’d never looked better.

“So fucking big, daddy—so deep.” You whined, pressing on your stomach to feel the swell of him.

“You gonna let daddy fuck this little pussy open?” He growled, watching your hand sweep over your stomach, “Gonna let me wreck you?”

“Yes,” you let out a stuttered breath when he dragged his hips back; maybe it was the conversation, the dirty talk getting to your head, but you could’ve sworn he felt bigger now than he had previously. “Yes, daddy.”

When he pushed back in, you felt yourself jolt up the bed slightly; he was rough, frustrated with your disruptions all day, but more so lost to his own impulses, obsessed with how small you looked spread out on the bed for him, how your legs trembled, wrapped slack around his hips and pulling him in deeper with every thrust.

Any sense of restraint was lost when you looked up at him through your lashes, lips parted and swollen from his kisses. “Want you to cum right there, daddy—deep like that.”

Damien made a sound he had never heard himself make before, lifting your hips and ramming into you with fervor. You cried out for him, and he bent down, caging you between his arms; just another way for him to stress how much bigger he was than you. His lips brushed against your chest, and he could feel the sweat on your skin. He poked his tongue out to lick a stripe between your breasts, savoring it while he continued to use you passionately. “You want me to cum in you, princess?” He trailed open-mouthed kisses on your breasts, leaving marks in his wake, “Want me to fill you up so you can feel me all night?”

You recited your response, continually shouting enthusiastic "yes"s, certain you could feel his cock in your ribs. He hit the tender spot inside you repeatedly, drawing mangled cries.

“Fuck, daddy, it hurts!” You whined, and Damien paused his movements, pulling out slightly and repositioning himself above you to meet your gaze.

“Good hurt or bad hurt?” He dropped the dominant front, concerned that he had gone too far. His fingers combed through your hair.

“Good,” you whispered, “So good. So deep—so big it hurts.” Your cheeks were flushed, “Don’t stop, daddy, please.”

Damien groaned, pushing his cock back into you, fully sheathed in your cunt and delighting in the way you squeezed him.

“You like when it hurts?” He grunted out between harsh thrusts, straightening up to hold your hips steady once again, “Like having this big cock stretch you out so good that it hurts, baby?”

“Fuck,” you cried, grabbing at his forearm and squeezing like you'd been doing all day, unable to get enough of him, “Yes! Fucking love it!”

“That’s right,” he brought his fingers to your cunt, spreading your folds to get a proper look at how you swallowed him. “Wish you could see how pretty you look, baby—little pussy so full of me.”

You whined, keening at his words, pulling on his arm until he yielded, letting you bring his hand to your face. You licked at his fingers, slipping them beyond your lips and sucking hard to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“God, yes,” he moaned, “Good girl.”

You moaned against his fingers, spit collecting at the corners of your mouth. You felt so full—so complete.

“Can I have my fingers back, princess?” His voice was sultry. You hummed, vibrations traveling through his hand. You kept sucking, unwilling to release them.

Maybe you were still set on acting like a brat.

“No?” He squeezed your hip with his free hand. “You don’t want me to touch you, baby? Don’t wanna cum on my cock?” He stilled his hips, and you squirmed under him, still not backing down. He spanked your cunt with his free hand, and you yelped, giving him the opportunity to take his fingers back from you. A strand of saliva maintained your mouth's connection to his hand. “That’s what I thought.”

He used his spit drenched fingers to knead your clit, still fucking you as deep as he could manage. “You still want me to cum nice and deep in this little pussy?” He asked, and you nodded. “Use your words—c’mon, use your manners.”

“Yes, ple—ase, daddy.”

“You think you deserve it? Acting out all morning—still not listening to what I tell you. You still think you deserve to get filled up?” His fingers moved slow over your clit, ghosting over you and providing friction without the necessary pressure he knew you required. You tried to buck your hips up to get him closer to you, but to no avail.

“I’ll be so good from now on,” You promised, “Won’t ever bother you again, sir.”

Damien bit his bottom lip, growling as he pressed the pad of his finger to your clit, offering more of what you needed while he thrust deep.

“Want you to cum first, baby,” he knit his brow in focus, “You want my cum, need to feel you first, alright?”

You nodded to the best of your ability, concentrated solely on the way he fucked you. One of your hands once again flying to grasp at his arm, the other fisting the sheets underneath you. You threw your head back, eyes closed and mouth open.

“Good girl, cum for me—squeeze me nice and tight.” He was driving into you wildly; deep, fast thrusts that knocked the wind from your lungs, fingers still working your clit. He felt you flutter around him. “Look at me when you cum, princess.” You looked up, eyes meeting his.

You came, crying his name, legs trembling, heat engulfing your stomach before jolts of electricity spread over your muscles. You kept your hand on his arm, squeezing intermittently between gasps and moans.

He kept fucking you, spurred on by your sounds and the feeling of your walls tightening around him. “Fuck,” he grit his teeth, eyes closing and throwing his head back. “God, fuck, that’s my good girl—fuck, I’m gonna cum—gonna cum in this little pussy, just like this, baby.” His thrusts faltered, and he dealt one last deep shove of his hips, cock pressed against your cervix when he came in you, moaning.

He watched you bite your lip, eyes glossed over and hazy with delight as you felt the warm welling of his cum inside of you.

Damien pulled out of you slowly, and you both shuddered; you whined at the sudden loss of contact, unfilled and feeling bare. “I know, baby. I’m sorry.” He lay down next to you, pulling you into his chest and lying quietly with you while you both tried your best to catch your breath.

“Messy.” You muttered after a few minutes of quiet cuddling, finding comfort in the crook of his neck. His heartbeat thrummed in your ear. “Sore.”

“I know,” he ran a hand over your hair, smoothing the frizz he had caused by fucking you on your back. “Bath?”

“Yeah, in a second.” You moved to look up at him, dopey smile on your face. “Should I still call you Professor at school?”

“Why—I mean, in class, yeah, but y—" He looked lost, "...why do you ask?”

“You just seem to prefer daddy lately.” You watched his face turn from curious to a combination of shy and entertained.

“Christ.” He grinned, moving his hand down your back, tracing shapes over your skin.

You sighed at the feeling, falling silent again for a moment. Then: “Didn’t know you were so into size differences.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s just general size differences that do it for me…”

“So not every small thing is going to make you horny?” You pressed your cheek to his chest, “Like, when we go grocery shopping, should I be worried about leaving you in the pasta aisle next to those boxes of tiny star-shaped pasta?”

“Yeah, but not because they’ll turn me on—I used to date tiny star-shaped pasta, and there’s no love lost between us…” He managed to deadpan the delivery before making himself laugh, spirits further heightened by the amused smile you shot up at him before you turned to trail kisses over his shoulder.

“No, I...I don’t know if it’s just the fact that you’re smaller than me.” Damien thought out loud, “I think it’s just the fact that it’s you.”

“Yeah?” You looked up at him, catching his gaze and basking in the warmth of his eyes.

“Yeah.” He concluded, kissing you on the forehead, and your smile widened.

There it was again, the unspoken respect; the quiet tenderness and devotion that you two shared.

“I think I’m ready for that bath now.” You reminded him, arms wrapping around his neck. “But only if you come with me.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

[itsvaleriesucka]

the devil inside me

pairing: demon!joel miller x fem!reader

rating: explicit 18+ (minors dni)

word count: 5.5k 

summary: you’ve been struggling on maintaining your medication regimen lately. have no fear, the devil is here to help and make you feel better. 

warnings: indications of prescription medication and mental health, brief stabbing, light blood, slight tears, rough sex, unprotected p in v, f!masturbating, fingering (fem self/receiving), creampie, dirty talk, praise kink, breath play, spanking, hair pulling, age gap (50s/20s), dom joel (obvi), sub reader, no use of y/n, no outbreak

a/n: hi everyone! it has been a while since i’ve written stories. i had fun writing this so i hope you enjoy and if there are any mistakes or warnings i’ve missed out on, let me know so i can add/fix it. please do not read if you’re sensitive to any of these topics. you have been warned. 

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The only sound you were able to pay attention to. It muffles out the sound of your lovely therapist who’s trying to engage in a conversation with you. Your tunnel vision takes its toll, blocking out her volume and blocking the other objects that surround the quaint office.

You blankly stare at the large clock mounted against your therapist’s wall. Does it need to be ridiculously large like that? Your eyes followed the second hand, the way it raced along the numbers to approach the number twelve for each given minute to pass for when this session could be over. 

“Pay attention.”

The voice in your head hissed. It causes you to jump away from your own thoughts. Your eyes readjusting themselves back into reality. You straighten your posture and lean yourself forward to reach for your glass of water that was offered to you before the start of your session. All of a sudden you were thirsty because you wanted to forget you were in a deep trance. You noticed your therapist had a frown upon her face. She removed her glasses and settled her notebook and pen upon the glass table that was in front, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Have you been listening to anything at all?”

You swallow the remaining liquid down your throat and place the glass right on top of a coaster that adorned nicely with the table. 

“I was listening.” You murmured and leaned back against the soft cushion of the leather couch to try and relax your body. Lord knows how many individuals sit where you are sitting. You stared right at her disappointed gesture.

“Liar.” There’s that voice again.

Your therapist knew you were here for the main course of obvious reasons and she wanted to help. A decline in your mental health took a massive toll within you these past couple of months. More so your moods which tend to shift from extreme erratic highs and depressive lows. You rarely get the desired sleep you’ve been longing since nightmares tend to creep up on you. You’ve been hearing a certain voice for the longest time. Dating back to when you were a young girl actually.

During your childhood your parents were concerned when they found out you’ve been talking by yourself. At first they both thought it was normal and that having an imaginary friend you’ve envisioned from the top of your head was also normal. Most children tend to do so at a certain age. 

What wasn’t normal is when they found certain drawings marked with crayons and markers of yourself with a demonic being in every single one of your drawings you’ve created on an old sketchbook. Oh yeah. Completely normal.

“Have you been following your medication regimen your psychiatrist prescribed you?” You nod in response to the question and smile.

“Of course.”

Your smile begins to slowly fade away when you suddenly see him. 

He is sitting right beside your therapist. His eyes, cold and lifeless, scan the look that’s expressed upon your pretty face. His smile is so despicable – so wicked. He taunts by shaking the bright orange bottle that rattles within the room. It’s an indication that it’s full. It’s a painful reminder that you have not been taking your medication.

Your therapist noticed your eyes weren’t directly at her but at something else. She turned her head to the side to see what exactly were you staring at. From her point of view, there was just an empty seat.

“What do you keep staring at?” Your eyes dart back at your therapist. You exhaled the tension you held right through your nostrils. Your eyes, again, dart at the spot where he was sitting. 

He was gone. 

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Surging winds whistled and droplets of water trickled down the window of your bedroom. A crack of  thunder was heard miles away. The sky was angry as you liked to call it. 

You had your eyes closed shut. Too shut. A feeling almost as if you were trying to prevent your eyeballs being gouged out from both your eye sockets. You twist and turn, feeling the fabrics of your sheets against your bare skin with each sprightly friction that was being made. 

Beads of sweat raced down alongside your temples and forehead. Your own sweat dampened the cotton fabric of your sleepwear which caused it to stick against your skin. Your body temperature was warm on the inside but you felt cold as ice on the outside. The blankets weren’t doing you much justice. You squirmed and released a low whimper.

Your heart races and pounds against your aching chest. With each pound your breathing hitches and hitches.

You are having a dark dream — a nightmare. 

Why is it that every time you are trying to run in your dreams, you feel sluggish? You always somehow forget to run as fast as you can. You can’t keep up with your pace. Damn. What is the matter with you? 

The nightmare comes to an end when you feel a sharp blade pierce your lower abdomen. He caught you. 

His menacing laughter echoed within the trapped dark void you’re currently in. The pain halts your tracks. Your mouth gaping wide open at the sudden stinging sensation. Screaming and crying was the only option here. He draws you close by reeling you towards him with the handle on his blade. The silver metal still stuck deep within you. Your eyes meet his. You couldn’t see clearly enough with the amount of excess tears forming from the corners of your eyes. Everything in a matter of seconds was a blur.

You were too focused on trying to maintain your vision upon his glares. His movements. His features. Too damn focused to even care to notice your own blood pooling down his hand that grasps the handle of the knife, your legs, and down towards the ground. His tongue glides slowly against the side of your reddened cheek to taste the salty liquid. You couldn’t respond. You want to speak up but you’re struggling to find the words. Your lower lip quivering is the only response you can give.

He proceeds to remove the sharp knife with a swift pull and lick your blood clean off the blade with one swipe, releasing a satisfactory hum from tasting your own blood.

“Wake up.”

You’re wide awake. 

You scream and lunge forward, sitting upright and pressing your lower abdomen tightly. A strike of lighting illuminates your room, causing a loud crack to startle you almost half to death to the point you could’ve fallen off your bed. Your breathing is completely unsteady. You looked down to where the blade originally pierced you and thankfully, no holes, no blood, no blade. 

No him. 

You reach over towards your nightstand and turn your lamp on. The light illuminates your room, revealing the usual furnishings and decorative accessories adorned. You cautiously scan your room to see if you weren’t alone. It took a moment for you to realize you were the only person in your own bedroom, thankfully. You can feel your own heartbeat returning at its own peaceful sync and your breathing maintaining its rhythm again.

You reminded yourself that it was only a nightmare, you weren’t stabbed, you aren’t dead. You’re safe. 

From such a nightmare you had and having to know how sticky and wet you feel from sweating, this calls for a shower. There’s nothing more peaceful to know how the water will run and touch your skin. How your loofah will gently scratch and rub away all those disturbed sensations you felt. The aroma of calming lavender from your favorite body wash filling your nostrils.

You wasted no time hopping out from your bed, grabbing a clean pair of pajamas from your drawer and leaving your bedroom to head straight to your bathroom. 

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The steam fills the air of your bathroom after your peaceful shower. That was so needed. You had a towel wrapped around your body tightly. You grabbed your phone to take a look at the time, swiping away the steam that covered the screen. Only half past one. You sighed and figured it will take a while for you to go back to sleep. You’ll probably read or maybe watch a movie to catch that melancholic drift again. 

You opened the cabinet that was positioned right in front of you and above the sink. You grabbed your toothbrush and toothpaste that was stored inside. You paused for a moment to stare directly at the orange bottle. It adorned neatly just waiting to be grabbed and open to drink. These pills are only here to help you feel better. You’ve been struggling to keep up with your regimen because of how impatient you become when you don’t feel or see the results you’ve been wanting. There’s always been trial and error to the point you’ve given up due to the side effects. It’s normal you think. It’s a new prescription, a new dosage. It really wouldn’t hurt to actively try. 

Without another hesitation, you popped the top open and tossed a white pill inside your mouth. You cupped your hand underneath the faucet to allow the water to fill within your palm. You take a sip to help swallow the pill down. 

You placed the orange bottle back into its rightful place and closed the cabinet. Your reflection was nothing but a blur, again, due to the steam from the shower you just took. You gently positioned the palm of your hand against the glass to swipe the steam clean. 

“Pathetic.” 

The voice was loud inside your head. Your entire body took a sudden screenshot. Your heart felt like it was going to come right out of your mouth along with the pill you just took. You glanced back and he wasn’t standing behind you. There was nothing and nobody. You stared at the reflection of the person that stared back in return. You began to back away but almost slipped due to a small spot of puddle from your shower when you stepped out. Your back pressed against something solid yet soft, something that was definitely not the wall of your bathroom. It was definitely not your head or back against the ground either. You felt arms underneath your own arms holding you tight to ensure you don’t fall.

He helps you regain your balance and you probably pull away faster than your own beating heart. You turn around and tilt your head up, eyes finally meet again. You feel like you’re reliving your nightmare. Only this time, it was real and you know it. 

“Did I scare you?” He reminded you with a sly grin that paints across his face.  

The fact that he had the audacity to show up after messing with you in your own dreamland was far too much. You rolled your eyes, ignoring him, and walked around to grab the handle of your bathroom door and opened it. The moment you did he was suddenly standing outside. His arm over his head with his elbow resting on the wooden frame of your door. Staring down at you. 

“That wasn’t funny, Joel.” You remarked.

Joel was his name. At least that’s what you have always called him when you were young. You see, he’s always been around you. Ever since you and your parents moved into that old home back in Austin, that’s when he began to appear around you. You thought he was your dad’s best friend or a neighbor who came by to visit. Only to learn that Joel never exists. Your parents never knew anyone by that name. You’ve come to learn that he was just a figment of your own imagination. 

At least you thought…

“You know you don’t want to take them.” Joel teased. He followed behind you. Here we go. He is, again, painfully reminding you of how reckless you are and you’ve been in denial about your medication. You don’t want to be reminded by your reckless actions. You don’t need this conversation right now. 

“It’s late. I want to be left alone.” You continued to walk towards your bedroom and slam the door shut in hopes that’ll make him disappear but it absolutely doesn’t. You should know better by now. You’re too exhausted to process your thoughts. He’s appeared sitting right on the edge of your bed. Eyes all over you. 

“You think those pills will make you feel better?” 

If there is anything that Joel enjoyed doing besides teasing you is he loved to have you on your last nerve. He knows you’ve never enjoyed the sound of truth. 

“I want to get better. That’s all I want.” You defended. It’s true, you did want to get better. But you weren’t completely telling the truth all the way and he knows it.

“Don’t lie. You want to get rid of me.” 

You paused right on your tracks. Your back is only facing him. The only sound filling the room is the rumbling sound of thunder and tiny droplets of water that pours from the sky down to your window and to the ground. Those words he mentioned hits you right in your own stomach. You can almost feel your stomach completely flip. 

“Oops, did I say too much?” Joel released a low, devious, chuckle. A chuckle that caused you to shiver right where you stand. It was an eerie sound. You turned around to look at him.

“You know you can’t get rid of me.” Joel coos, almost mockingly. 

He knew pushing every button you had and tormenting you amuses him to the core. It gained him power and control. It’s just the satisfaction he absolutely needed.

“You know how pathetic you look when you lie. Have you forgotten who I am? Nothin’ but a silly “ol’ imaginary pal” as you like to call me.” 

“Stop it right now Joel…” 

“No matter the amount of pills you take,” 

“Please…shut up…” 

“I will always be around you to remind you how weak you are.”

That’s where you felt a certain tick inside your head. A bomb. An explosive atomic bomb that seemed to spread all across your room. 

“Leave me the fuck alone! Get the fuck out!” You snapped. All that anger you released caused you to form tears from the corner of your eyes. You felt the streams on each reddened cheek racing down. Your heartbeat briskly picks up its unsteady pace. You covered your eyes to refrain your tears from slipping out. You didn’t want to cry in front of him, you at least try not to but you just can’t help yourself. 

You think he’s going to calm you down and apologize? You thought wrong. 

You felt a sudden grip on both your wrists. He uncovers your wet eyes to stare directly into them. 

“Watch your fucking tone with me!” You can feel his anger through gritted teeth. He growled. The way you felt his presence is rather dark and eerie. Another crack of lightning was heard. You felt the ground and walls almost shake from the loud sound. The light from the bolt illuminated your room yet again. Only this time it revealed his own shadow behind him that depicted a terrifying figure. A figure with large stretched wings and sharp horns. 

He is the devil. A demon who managed to latch onto you this entire time. A demon who likes to stay and torment you because he knows how very fragile your mind is.

“You’re hurting me! Let go!” You tried to pull yourself away but he’s stronger than you. He kept his grip firm until you began to lose blood circulation. His hand clenched around both your tiny sensitive writs. You were starting to think he might’ve burst a vein by now. Your mouth gapes open in response to the uncomfortable pain. 

“Hurting you?” He shushes you, his tone cold as ice. He releases his grip on your wrists that were now red and bruised. He caresses your damp cheeks. Wiping every tear drop you’ve released out of your own frustration with his thumbs. Oh, he missed a spot. It didn’t take him a second to hesitate by licking your last tear, tasting the salty liquid. 

From the way his tongue lounged languidly alongside your cheek, your eyes widened in response to the sudden sensation. You lightly panicked and managed to step away since it reminded you of your nightmare. Shit. Was he going to stab you now?

“Don’t…” from anger to pleading was a sight for sore eyes. With every step you took backwards, Joel stepped forward. Not going to lie, you were a bit petrified by his known demeanor. His imposing appearance was indeed breathtaking. It was merely a disguise. His stoic expression gets you every time and has you rethinking about your own self worth. There wasn’t much space left when you felt your lower back pressed against the desk of your vanity, clutching your towel that miraculously still wrapped around your body. You focused on trying to maintain steady breaths all while your chest heaved. You knew there was nowhere to go anymore. You knew you can’t run away forever.

“I aint gonna hurt you…” to your surprise, Joel forced you to turn around. You can feel his grip against your arms, restraining them both behind your back. He had you right where he wanted you to be. You can only see what was going on through the reflection of your mirror, “I wanna make you feel good…” 

The way he talks. That southern accent drawl sounded pure as honey can be. You knew damn well what he meant by feeling good. Your mind was telling you no but something else was oddly telling you yes.

“Not only are you pathetic but you’re beautiful when you’re scared…” 

Joel pressed hungry kisses behind your left ear, following down towards your soft neck, and against your collarbone. 

“Let me ease your tension away.” Your eyes fluttered shut in response to his slick gesture. Goosebumps rising to the surface of your skin. It felt good to feel his lips brush along your skin. A soft whine escapes past your lips when you feel his teeth scrape against your flesh where your pulse is located, leaving a lovely fresh purple-red mark. 

Without a fair warning, Joel swiftly removes the towel away from your body, allowing the towel to drop to the floor. The cold air that touches your, now, bare skin causes a shiver to run down your spine and goosebumps to appear. You began to feel your own blood circulating to your cheeks. You felt embarrassed because he has never seen you this way. At least from what you can remember. You felt your own cunt lightly clench at the way he continued marking you, his territory. He left love marks against the empty spots of your sweet neck down to your shoulder. Your core was already starting a fire. He can sense it. 

“Look at you, already eager and I barely touched you.” Soft chuckles escaped past Joel’s lips. He hums approvingly at just the sight of how fluttered you’re feeling. You open your eyes and stare at the way his eyes just scan and travel up and down your bare body. Hungry hands gripped and squeezed each side of your waist. You watched how his hands motion their way up towards your breasts. You earned yourself a firm squeeze. His index finger and thumb pinches and tugs your left pierced nipple. He found the silver jewelry that adorned your hard nipple quite attractive. 

“I want you to touch yourself.” He commands in a tone that was awfully iniquitous. You blinked your eyes a few times, snapping back into reality from the alluring fantasy you were just in. You wanted to make sure you heard him correctly. 

“E-Excuse me?” “You heard me.”

Touch yourself? You’ve only done so within the privacy of your own room. Never in front of someone, never ever in front of Joel. You began doubting yourself at this point. What if he’s actually seen every move you’ve made in bed? He is the devil after all. They’re nothing but sneaky tricksters. If he has seen you naked lying in bed, touching yourself with your toys, he would’ve made a move. What difference would it actually make to do so right in front of him? It’s too late to back down now. You were in a lust trance, you knew you could do this.

Before you can mention anything else, he beats you to it by grabbing your delicate hand with his free hand to slide it down towards your cunt. He positioned the tip of your index finger upon your sensitive nub. You felt like nothing but his toy puppet at this point. You didn’t pull away, you didn’t scream. You were curious – you were wanting to see where this goes. 

Without his help you slowly began to rub small circles against your clit that was beginning to swell from the friction of your own finger. Your breathing was picking up through your nostrils, chest slowly heaving. The sensitive sensation of your own touch was starting to feel good. 

“Good girl…” The way he praised you caused your cunt to once more clench in response. His hands grabbed your hips to thrust yourself back towards him. You felt his hard cock that was strained against the fabric of his pants press hard against your ass. 

Your own precum glistened your delicate cunt. You slide two fingers across your folds to lubricate them to allow your clit to become wet and easy to rub. You daringly slip your index and middle finger inside your wet hole, pushing your fingers inwards and out at a steady pace. Your head fell back against Joel’s shoulder while your eyes remained shut to concentrate at only the way your fingers rubbed the insides of your walls. You started to release soft moans that vibrated against your throat. 

You felt Joel’s hand caress your inner thigh and without any warning you felt another finger slide into you. A sudden gasp escaped past your lips. You released another moan. This time, that moan was loud. He hums from your reaction, “Yeah, that’s it.” Joel forced you to remove your own fingers and guide your hand towards his mouth. His tongue licks every bit of your remaining juices from your two soaked fingers, savoring your taste. 

The way his finger slides inwards and outwards easily was elating. When it comes to this aspect of intimacy, you’ve never had anyone touch you the way the devil is. Something about his own touch hitting your own g-spot has got you thrusting your hips to the rhythm and pace of his finger. You were filled with anticipation of wanting more than just his own finger. 

“Oh fuck!” You mewled. Joel held you tight in place by wrapping his other arm around your lower abdomen. He didn’t think twice about slipping his middle finger inside. He bites down against the flesh of your shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. You were too aroused at this point to even deter the bleeding pain. Joel curled his fingers to ensure he’s hitting every sweet spot inside of you. Squelching, wet, sounds explicitly filled your room. 

“J-Joel I’m gonna cum!” You regret even mentioning you were about to climax because the moment you did, Joel abruptly stopped. 

You opened your eyes at the sudden pause. You were dazed and confused. You tried to catch your breath to speak but you were too weary to find the right words. Only mumbles slip past your lips. Your brows furrowed at the hot sensation subsiding. You wanted to reach your orgasm. You were absolutely needy. 

“Don’t stop…why’d you—“ To your surprise, Joel grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back for you to come face to face with him. You whined at the sudden painful gesture. 

“Open.” He commands and you obliged. You should be embarrassed by the way you opened your own mouth so goddamn fast. It’s a slight shame but you didn’t care at this point. Joel slides in his two fingers that are soaked with your warm lubricant juices into your mouth. You closed your mouth and released a satisfactory hum. You sucked your own juices right off his fingers languidly. You maintained eye contact the entire time.  

“Atta girl…” his wicked smile wide across his face. He removes his fingers from your mouth the moment you finish. Joel caresses the side of your face, almost petting you. Without warning he walked over towards your bed, his hand still maintaining a firm grip on your hair. He released his grip and pushed you against the mattress of your bed. 

You landed right on your abdomen, the air escaping straight from your lungs at the sudden motion. You turned around and positioned yourself on your back, elbows resting on the firm mattress on each side of your body. Your eyes stared right at his thick hungry cock. Shit. From the way his cock felt pressed against your rear, there was no doubt about it he'd be that huge. Your mind quickly shifted thoughts as you noticed his clothes managed to disappear all of a sudden. 

“How did you remove your clothes so fast?” You couldn’t help but release a snarky smirk. You wanted to giggle. Joel couldn’t help but crease his brows together, a look of disappointment showcasing his face. It suddenly became the usual stoic glare he’s always expressed. You know damn well he can reappear and disappear at any given moment. What a poor question to even ask. 

To silence you and without any warning, he turned you around. Your back arched while your ass perks up. He spreads both your cheeks to reveal your needy holes. You felt your cheeks becoming hot again against your face. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, you felt rather embarrassed to be in such a position to the devil. Someone who has been by your side ever since gets to see your most valued parts. Kudos to that.

“Shit! W-Wait! Joel I don’t think—” Joel silenced you with a strong slap across your ass cheek with his hand. The stinging sensation caused you to shriek. Eyes slightly form tears from the crude reaction. 

“Fuck!” You squeaked. Another hard slap across the same spot upon your sensitive skin. 

“You just can’t seem to shut up, can’t you?” Joel was tournamenting you. It finally occurred to you that he wanted you to stay silent. He wanted you to be a good girl for him. You pressed your lips together firmly at the last rough slap he made in contact upon your now reddened skin. You muffled out your scream from the intense pain. A teardrop managed to escape from one of the corners of your eye, staining your bedsheet. 

“That’s better.” Joel assures you. He didn’t bother rubbing the pain away. Instead, he propped each cheek, spreading them apart again in order to lubricate your holes with his own saliva. You felt the dribble of his warm liquid making contact. You felt the way his saliva slid past your gaping hole and towards your aroused entrance. A whispered hum was released within you. You managed to wiggle your rear slightly and positioned yourself farther back. 

“Such a needy little slut, are we?” He teased and grabbed his throbbing cock that was already begging to slip inside of you. He gave a few swift pumps to help ease his tension. 

“Please fuck me…” You did not hesitate to refrain yourself from pleading. You kept your back arched, waiting for his next move. “You’re being nice now, hm?” He positioned the tip of his cock right towards your cunt. With one last tease, you felt the way his tip brushed against your wet hole, feeling his precum mixing together with yours. Without a warning, the inside of your walls began to stretch open. You released a sensual moan with your face planted and resting against your mattress. You clenched the fabrics of your sheets while he’s balls deep inside.

The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoed all around your room. With every thrust Joel caused left you breathless and groaning. The stinging pain subsided and formed into a warmer sensation. There was nothing left on your mind but arousal. All your current problems you had going inside of your mind are gone. Any responsibilities you had to attend to, also gone. You felt his strong arm wrap around your stomach to pull you up and away from your mattress. Your back pressed firmly against his broad chest. Joel kept his grip to hold you tightly in place. His other free hand squeezed your neck firmly. You barely breathed. You began to see stars from how strong he kept his grip tightly against your neck. Hell, he’s definitely going to be leaving you sore the moment you wake up.

“You’re such a fucking good girl,” with every thrust, your breath punched away from your lungs and you moaned. You felt the tip of his cock forcefully hitting your cervix all too well. “My fucking good girl…you belong to me.” Joel reminded you and released his grunts and hot breaths right against your ear. The way he grunts has your head spinning like crazy. Both skin felt tacky from sweat forming.

“You’re never getting rid of me…you’re mine.” Even with his hand firmly against your throat, you managed to miraculously speak with a soft straining tone all while he’s fucking you senseless. “I’m yours…mmm…your cock feels… s’good…” All you can do is just whine and cry. The sensation you felt happening inside of you was too much to bear. You were starting to feel overstimulated. You wanted to pull away to rest and catch your breath but he didn’t stop. The devil wasn’t going to let go of you. No man had ever managed to fuck you this rough. You were beginning to discover a new kink of your own that was hidden all this time. 

“Being fucked by the devil feels good doesn’t it…?” Joel released his grip and grabbed both your arms to position them right behind you again. He leaned you forward to better position himself to hit nothing but your cervix and your g-spot. His pace is rougher than before. Your sore pussy clench and squeeze around his throbbing length, milking his cock exceptionally. You felt your climax about to rise and hit you any second now.

“Oh yes, yes, yes! It feels so f-fucking good!” Your eyes rolled towards the back of your head when you flickered them both shut at the inevitable sensation that exploded within you. A tingling sensation showered all across your body down to your core. A slow wave crashed over you to cause your legs to tremble. Your breathing was heavy. You tried to gain consciousness. Joel groaned and felt the way your cunt pulsates against his cock. He continued to thrust vigorously. The squelching sounds of both your juices dripped upon your fabric bedding. With one last harsh thrust, Joel buried his cock deep inside, almost piercing your cervix to release his cum. His strained grunts filled the air with your moans. You felt his hot seed paint and fill inside your sweet walls. “Mmm…fuuuck…” You giggled at the sudden high all while your vision was slightly impaired. Joel removed himself away from you, cum dripping down the back of your legs onto your mattress. He lies besides you, directly on his back, to catch and steady his breath. You slowly regained your consciousness and lied down beside him. You also focused on trying to also steady your breath alongside him. 

Joel pinched the sides of both your cheeks to purposely have your face towards his. Your eyes slightly widen at the unexpected rude gesture. “Don't underestimate or lie to me next time.” He shoves your face away and straightens himself up. He moved away from your mattress. You lift yourself up and turn around to take a look at him. Your eyes dart and scan upwards and downwards at his clothing attire that suddenly appeared. A sly grin revealed itself from the corner of your lips. You tried so hard to abstain yourself from teasing him. “How did you put your clothes on so fast?” There was just silence and judgment filling the room. The only sound to interrupt the silence was just the roar of thunder. The sky is still angry and pouring down hard. Joel shamelessly shook his face, almost questioning your odd demeanor.  Without another word he vanished, leaving you all alone naked, wet, and dirty. You sighed in return. This calls for another shower. Not only did Joel leave you alone, he left you lingering when your next devilish encounter will be.

[eustasskiddsprosthetic]

Hey, remember when I said I shipped Lawlulaw? Yeah, I finally have an idea for them!

As I was fleshing this out, I suddenly felt the need to shove in Acelaw and Sabolaw in there so uh that's fun. I wanted this to be Lulaw centered but the moments of Ace and Sabo can be very easily spun into a romantic direction if I wanted and I wanted to be open to having a Law harem!

Welp, anyways, onto the plot I cooked. Edit: I elaborated more on this au here (x)!

I'm thinking of Law as a scientist who studies marine life. He has a huge lab where he collects specimens and spends a lot of time sketching out the intricate details and labelling them. He loves drawing these because it helps him get a clear, objective view of the world. His ultimate goal is to know just what makes the world tick.

He wants to know the inner workings of everything, kind of to compensate for how he barely knows himself and the depths of his subconscious nature. He believes everything has a place. A creature's ever part, every organ, every component is like a gear that keeps the whole system running and Law loves analysing them.

It may or may not be surprising but he actually believes in things like monsters, aliens and cryptids. From his experience, there's so many interesting sea creatures within the realm of science. It seemed a bit rude to dismiss the possibility. You never fucking know.

So that means when he sees a merman washed up one day in front of the beach near his home. He shrugs and says, "Well, he looks better than a drunk Bepo."

From indifference turned curiosity, Law squats down and starts poking this merman with a bit too much force and said merman jolts awake. Law notices how sharp his teeth and claws were. Law knew he would die if he did not approach him correctly.

"H-hello. I'm Law. Are you okay?"

The merman was visibly confused. Law realised he seemed a bit dehydrated and realised his gills on his neck looked uncomfortable. Law understood. He pointed to the ocean behind the merman.

"I'll take you back," Law said. He did not know how to approach the situation beyond rolling up his sleeves just in case the merman had an allergic reaction to his shirt and very gently trying to carry the creature princess-style.

Law was horrified to feel that this creature was heavy and struggled with carrying him. So much for wanting to be brave. The merman did not do anything to make things difficult—Law just was not the strongest out there. He just stared at Law with literal stars in his eyes. He made a cheerful little sound that was admittedly quite cute.

Law let the merman go when he was just around waist-deep in the ocean. He gently poured some water over his gills, which elicited even more happy sounds. When Law let go, the merman suddenly looked sad and Law felt like a horrible human being.

"Good bye. Take care"

The merman was swimming rather freely in the ocean now and he circled around Law. Law felt anxious. Did he walk into a trap? Was the merman going to attack? The merman did not seem hostile but you never know what these creatures were thinking especially when they were alive.

When the merman stopped swimming, Law took a good look at his features. He was quite cute in the face with large round eyes and an equally large mouth that occasionally broke into a large smile. If he were human, Law would've fallen in love.

"Good bye, it was nice meeting you-"

The next thing Law knew, he was immediately submerged underwater. He could barely breathe and felt himself choke. Meanwhile the merman was giggling like this was all very amusing. Law was knew he would die, if not for something rapidly swimming up and forcibly dragging the merman away.

Of course it was another muscular merman. He looked older than Law's murderer and had dark red accents on his hands and neck. There were spots on his face that looked like freckles. Now this one looked predatory. In human terms, he looked like he was nagging the other merman. Irritated, Law stood up as best he could and punched them both on the head.

Law's murderer seemed annoyed and sad at the violence, while the other one looked mildly impressed. He whistled through his gills. At least Law knew what that meant—it was a fucking mating call.

"Shut the fuck up! You're both annoying me! Go away!"

The black-haired mermen tilted their head to the side at the same time. In the distance, a pale, almost albino merman swam closer. Unlike the other two, he seemed friendlier even with a heavily disfigured face. He laughed as he happily said, "I'm sorry for my brothers, bastard!"

Law was flabbergasted. This was not his day.

"You can talk?"

The blonde merman seemed more surprised than Law. Law would punch him too but he was much faster than the other two in grabbing them by the shoulders and swimming some distance away so they would have to shout at each other. Law's murderer seemed sad that they were separated.

"You can talk, human?" The merman replied. He laughed. "Bitch!" He seemed to say those vulgarities with great childlike amusement. Though, Law would not be surprised to hear that he knew what those words meant and meant them sincerely. He seemed cunning.

Law felt wet, disgusting and thoroughly upset that he did not die. "Why, yes I fucking can! Piss off!"

As Law made his way back to the base, he suddenly heard the blonde merman tell the pervert and his murderer something. They went silent when Law looked back. Three seconds later, they started making loud, hysterical noises.

For God's sake, Law walked away with a ruined morning, wet clothes and the horrible memory of nearly dying. That was annoying, as he walked up the ocean where he was comfortably knee-length. He felt something gently grab his foot.

"What do you want, murderer?"

The merman pouted slightly and fuck isn't that just the cutest thing? He tried to pull Law back but gently this time. Law realised this was kind of like a child trying to make friends. He sighed and squatted down again to meet this creature at eye-level.

"I won't go with you but I'll come back tomorrow morning. Don't pull that shit again, or I'll kill all three of you. Understood?"

That seemed to be what the merman wanted for he smiled brightly and made those happy clicking noises again. He hugged Law's shoulders, licked his cheek quickly, jumped off and swam off with his brothers who seemed more interested in this little guy more than anyone else.

The sight was sweet. Maybe tomorrow morning would be better...

(Also, Law read up on Merfolk. Apparently, they were acknowledged to be legitimate sea creatures only three years ago and there were proper laws to forbid the act of hunting and killing them. Law found it strange that policies viewed them more like an endangered species than human beings.)

(More importantly, Law found out that there were some highly intelligent merfolk could learn human languages. And even more importantly, merfolk use their saliva to mark their territory... Including their mates, whom they usually commit to for life... Huh.)

[frog-necromancer]

Betting on a Losing Dog

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Chapter 3: His broken little family

Pairing: Logan / fem!Reader

Summary: Logan, Laura, Charles and F/N get to spend some quality family time together because they deserve nice things and some rest. This chapter is mostly silliness and fluff with a hint of angst :) comments and likes are always appreciated <3

Chapter 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7

Tags: #drug abuse and addiction #swearing #angst #anger issues #main character death (it’s Logan sorry babes) #fluff and smut #kissing #alcohol abuse #graphic description of violence and injuries #heavy angst #biting #thigh riding #oral (f receiving) #p in v sex #unprotected sex (wrap it up) #attempt at humor #spending time as a family #intrusive thoughts #some gore #hurt no comfort (maybe a little comfort) #found family #marriage!?!! #self harm (skin picking) #throwing up #depression #smoking #references to Christianity and religion #video game references #road trip

You can find the German song I quoted on this playlist: It's called "Der Mond ist aufgegangen" and it's an old German lullaby, my mother used to sing to me and my brother when we were little

His broken little family

They left early the next morning. F/N had quickly packed everything she'd need for the trip, as well as some extra snacks and drinks. Clothing and toiletries were stuffed into an old backpack.

F/N had taken the passenger's seat next to Logan, looking out of the dirty window, watching the landscape pass and slowly change, with every mile they drove.

They were silent most of the time, listening to music or having light conversations. At some point F/N gave Laura her phone so she could pick some songs which resulted in a no-music rule from Logan not even an hour later.

F/N's eyes found the Comic book Laura was reading, and a smile stretched over her face. “Who's your favourite X-men, Laura?” She asked, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Laura pointed to a drawing of Jean. F/N could see Logan’s grip on the steering wheel tighten.

—

Occasionally, Logan's hand would find her thigh, giving it a light squeeze, which made her blush.

They would steal kisses behind gas stations, between fast food trash and the smell of gasoline.

F/N knew that the man she'd loved for so many years hadn't changed that much. A gruff shell with a heart of gold. Said heart showing itself at the most unexpected times.

She couldn't help but smile brightly as she watched Logan save an electronic horse from certain death by giving Laura money for another ride. F/N grinned, she was so much like him, so angry. (I know that actually happened before the casino incident, blow me)

“What got you all smiley-faced, darling?” Logan had asked her as they walked into the gas station shop. “Do I need a reason to smile” she'd replied, giving his hand a little squeeze before disappearing between the shelves.

By now they'd been on the road for three days only stopping for food and bathroom breaks. There was no time for sleep, is what Logan always said. Everyone was getting irritated and they could all use some rest in an actual bed. The occasional nap in the shaking car wasn't doing it anymore.

F/N was mindlessly staring out of the window humming some old melody, she was surprised Logan hadn’t told her to shut the fuck up yet. His rough hand was placed on her lower thigh, tracing little circles onto the fabric of her jeans. She'd offered to drive a couple of times, but Logan refused and would refuse again. (I don't have a driver's license anyway but shhhh) Charles was dosing and Laura was looking out of the window, drawing figures on the dirty glass.

As F/N was looking out of the window too, watching the cornfields go by, a big sign came into view. ‘Dino World. Motel and Adventure Park. Fun for the whole family.’ F/N glanced behind her, Laura seemed to have seen the sign too, her brown eyes wide and filled with excitement and determination as she looked at the sign. A gigantic dinosaur appeared between the treeline in the distance and F/N knew that this would cause trouble. A glance back to Logan, his face was stern and firm as always, oh this would for sure cause an argument with Laura. And F/N's bet was on the little girl.

“We could all need a break” Charles had said, voice soft, watching the dinosaur approach with glee.

F/N could see that Laura was about to throw a full-on tantrum if they didn’t stop, which would most likely end in someone losing their head and it definitely wasn't her. She placed her hand on Logan's thigh, giving him a soft look, he grumbled and to F/N's surprise and Laura's great joy, finally pulled over.

After booking two rooms for the night and giving them a quick once over (they were both dinosaur-themed) they went to go to the main attraction.

The park was more or less empty, with only a couple of other families with kids. Other families. F/N sighed softly, glancing down at Laura who had grabbed her hand after Logan had snapped at her again. She was pretty sure she had stuck out her tongue at him after that. That girl was going places.

Laura was happily walking beside F/N while Logan was pushing Charles behind them in his wheelchair, the old man was babbling something about evolution and dinosaurs having feathers and F/N was listening intently until he switched to Taco Bell advertisements again.

The park wasn't as crappy as F/N had expected, it was actually quite nice with many life-sized dinosaur statues and animatronics as well as some food stalls.

Logan couldn't help but feel soft as he watched F/N and Laura interact. The way F/N was kind to her, genuinely kind, like she was kind to him, melted his cold heart. Although he'd never admit it.

“I'm glad F/N's back.”, Charles broke through his train of thought: “You've been a mess without her.” Logan grumbled lowly but didn't argue. He was right. In a way at least.

Laura excitedly pulled F/N towards a moving velociraptor animatronic. Logan thought its movements looked very unreal.

“Look Laura, it got sharp claws like you and Logan” F/N beamed at her and Logan could see Laura's eyes light up with glee, something that happened very rarely. And for a moment he thought that maybe, just maybe they could make this work. That they could be a family. He would do anything to see them both happy like this forever.

“Logan, Logan! Take a picture of us!” F/N grinned, handing him her phone, he hadn't seen her this happy in a long, long while. He nodded stiffly, fumbling with the tiny device in his big hands.

“Alright, say uhm…rawr”, He muttered, already regretting his choice of words.

“Rawr”, F/N echoed and he could swear he'd heard a little rawr from Laura as well, as he took a couple of pics of the smiling pair next to the plastic dinosaur. (At least two of them had his thumb covering the lens)

F/N and Logan had switched places, the woman was pushing Charles in his wheelchair while Logan was walking with Laura, the little girl wasn't holding his hand and by far didn't look as animated as she'd looked with F/N, but she seemed content with walking beside him. Logan watched her and their environment closely, they were still in danger even if they were having fun. Oh. He was actually having fun. That was new.

He could see Laura throw glances at a stall that was selling brightly colored dino-shaped popsicles, they looked disgusting. Logan frowned softly, debating what he should do.

“Do you…want a popsicle, kid?” He finally asked gruffly. Laura looked up at him through big eyes as if she was thinking that he was asking her a trick question but then finally she nodded eagerly.

Logan handed her a couple of bills and let her run over to the stall.

“You're a great dad, Logan” he flinched as he heard F/N's teasing yet soft voice, a blush creeping up his neck. He coughed awkwardly:“She would have killed someone if I didn't -”

Laura returned shortly after, a sticky bright green dinosaur popsicle in her right little hand, her left one silently grabbed Logan's. He cringed, her hand was sticky. But as he looked down at her a sense of protectiveness and pride overcame him. This wasn't so bad. F/N threw him a little teasing wink.

He'd lost them, they were gone. He'd gone to help Charles in the bathroom and when they returned ten minutes later, they were gone. His thoughts were spiraling as he frantically looked around, trying to smell them, trying to find out what had happened.

Finally he found a familiar face but- He groaned softly, rubbing with his bare hand over his face. F/N and Laura had returned, their faces painted. Laura had seemingly chosen a rainbow unicorn design and F/N had gone with the ugliest Hello Kitty he'd ever seen. (You know which one I mean) “You two look…great” he finally huffed out, trying to ignore a laughing Charles: “I want that too! I want to be pretty too!”

“Oh! We should do that” F/N exclaimed pointing at some ride called Dinosaur Safari or something. As far as Logan could tell it was a car that drove on rails through a fake jungle with dinosaur animatronics scattered around. So basically the thing they'd been doing for the last few hours but in a fake car. Why the fuck not. “Let's do it” They checked with the personnel if Charles could drive too and after a little back and forth Charles and Logan were cramped in the back of the fake jeep and F/N and Laura in the front.

The tour was only a couple of minutes long, but it was alright, Logan thought. The girls and Charles seemed to immensely enjoy it so that was enough for him.

As they exited F/N grinned. “Look, they took a photo of us when we passed the t-rex!” Logan knew what was coming next: “F/N we don't need that-” Logan groaned, the woman shook her head. “Shut up. What are you? allergic to joy?” she teased without any malice.

“Here you go” she smiled, handing each of them a copy of the picture. Logan was about to make a comment, when F/N interrupted him with a raised hand: “The cashier was the sweetest, she gave me two of them for free” Logan knew she was lying, and F/N knew that he knew. Logan didn't say anything, simply shaking his head, a smile pulling at his lips.

Despite Logan's disdain, the old man got out his reading glasses, pushing them up his nose. As he looked at the photo, all of them smiling and F/N and Laura having their faces painted he felt incredibly warm. Full of affection and care for each one of them. His broken little family.

No.

No, they weren’t his family.

He wasn’t even Laura’s father. Not really.

—

They ended their stay at the park at the gift shop. Laura immediately picked up a little stuffed dinosaur. A velociraptor, like the one she and F/N had posed with earlier. He watched as F/N smiled warmly and bent down to Laura's level giving the stuffy a little pat on the head, like it was an actual living animal and not just some overpriced toy.

About half an hour later they left the park. Laura was now rocking a dinosaur shirt as well holding the velociraptor in her two little hands. F/N had gotten a new hoodie for herself with a velociraptor family printed on it. ‘that’s us’ she had joked with a smile on her lips and a spark in her eyes that Logan had missed so fucking much. His eyes landed on a plastic bag, just how much fucking money had she spent in that shop?

It felt wrong to be this happy after all these years. Like it wasn't meant to be. Logan felt it. And F/N felt it too. But they wouldn't talk about it.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Laura jumped on the dinosaur-themed bed, letting herself fall on the soft pillows. The rooms were quite nice. Clean and the decorations were amazing if you're into that whole dinosaur thing. Which Laura absolutely was. And apparently, F/N was too.

They'd gotten two rooms. Charles and Laura had two separate beds and F/N and Logan shared one big one. The rooms were connected by a door that could be locked.

“Laura and I are getting food, you wanna come along?” Logan looked up from their picture he'd been looking at, finger still lingering on F/N’s smiling face. He quickly stuffed it into the pocket of his jacket. F/N's eyes sparkled as she recognised the photograph they'd taken today.

He hummed, glancing at Charles who was watching TV. “Chuck, time for meds. Can I leave you alone for a while?” Charles hummed, deeply concentrated on the TV. Something about blue dogs from Australia. “I want a cheeseburger and fries” he muttered.

After giving Charles his meds and making sure he had actually swallowed them, Logan joined F/N and Laura who were already waiting for him at the door. F/N had taken off the face paint but Laura was still rocking the unicorn face. They both looked comfortable, still wearing what they had bought at the park earlier. “Let's go” Logan huffed, handing Laura her jean jacket.

—

The only food option in a mile radius was a lousy McDonald's. Logan sighed, it had to do.

It was dark outside when they stepped into the establishment, the smell of oil and food greeted them. The only other person in the ‘restaurant’ was a young woman behind the counter. A less than amused expression on her face as she mindlessly scrolled on her phone and F/N felt with her.

She guided them over to the order terminal (what the fuck do you call these things) “What would you like, Laura?” She asked, looking down at the girl with a kind yet tired smile. Logan adored her for her ability to stay kind and nice even if she was exhausted. Laura shrugged, taking a step forward to the slightly sticky display, she was a little too small to reach all of the buttons but that didn't stop her from selecting a Happy Heal and quickly slamming the quantity button. “Laura, you're not getting 26 Happy Meals” F/N laughed, squeezing her shoulder, the girl frowned up at her, the unicorn now a little smudged. “No chance”, F/N shook her head with a gentle smile. Laura crossed her arms at that and huffed out a breath, moping.

“Is it because you want another toy?” Laura nodded, still frowning, her claws peeking out between her knuckles just the slightest bit. Logan couldn't help but laugh slightly, Laura had gotten like a million things today and still, she wanted more. Well she was a child after all. But F/N hummed. “Sorry, Laura. Only one happy meal for you.” F/N spoke, voice apologetic as she grabbed a couple of napkins from a table and crouched down in front of the girl. With careful movements she wiped the blood droplets from Laura's little hands, making sure to be gentle, even though the wounds were already healed.

She smiled softly up at Laura. “You'll get a tummy ache” she explained seriously, examining Laura's now more or less clean hands: “I understand that you're angry, but hurting others or yourself isn't the right way to solve that, okay? Laura nodded reluctantly, lip still forming a pout, but she seemed to have calmed down now “It's okay. You're okay” F/N hummed, pressing a little kiss to Laura's hand. F/N had noticed that the girl was especially easy to irritate and lash out when she hadn't gotten enough sleep and was tired. She made a mental note to make sure that she went to bed on time tonight.

“What would you like, Logan?” F/N turned to the Wolverine. Logan frowned, his expression unreadable, then he sighed softly. What the hell was he doing? “A Happy meal”, he spoke quietly, as if embarrassed. F/N raised an eyebrow at him, her lips pulling into a knowing smile. “Oh Logan, the dad you are” she chuckled, choosing his order.

After that she put in Charles' order and hers, as well as two extra cheeseburgers because a single happy meal would never ever still the Wolverine’s appetite.

The girl behind the counter handed them their food, her eyes seemed to widen for a moment as they fell on Logan, before she quickly looked away, her attention back on the counter. F/N couldn't help but throw a nervous glance at Logan, he seemed to have felt the shift in mood too because he quickly grabbed Laura's hand, dragging her to the door. F/N followed close behind.

From the corner of her eye she could see the girl reach into her pocket, she held her breath as the girl pulled out her phone, pointing it at them, before quickly typing something. Shit. F/N froze, the flags couldn't get any redder and they couldn't risk anything tonight. She quickly turned around, fixing the girl with her gaze.

She hadn't done this in years. Hell, she had never wanted to use her powers again.

The girl was frozen in place, her body was unnaturally stiff and her eyes wide.

Logan had seen this before, only a couple of times. F/N had possessed the girl.

He had forgotten she could do that. Her movements were robotic, eyes darting over her phone in rigid movements. Reading what she had written. Logan watched, firm grip on Laura's hand. He was holding his breath.

A forced sigh left the girl’s lips her shoulders dropping in relief:

“We're good” the girl spoke, voice stiff and forced, as if it did not belong to her. Logan would have recognised this flow of words anyway, the way she pronounced the syllables, the melody of her voice. This was F/N speaking through the girl. His eyes wandered to F/N who was still standing in front of him, unmoving. His eyes widened slightly when her body began to sway slightly, threatening to fall over on the dirty floor. He quickly let go of Laura's hand and took a step forward to catch her body. He pulled out a chair and sat her down, before walking over to the stiff body of the girl grabbing the device from her and taking a look at what she had done himself.

He had to put his glasses on to read the message the girl had sent to someone, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“I think I just served the Wolverine a happy meal!? He's still so fine”

Oh.

Oh…

Makes sense.

(It’s me! I’m the cashier!)

Logan was looking at the young woman like he had seen a ghost, he was in utter disbelief. A second later F/N's lifeless body stirred on the chair, Logan quickly rushed over to her to make sure she was alright, while the poor worker rubbed her head in confusion and fear.

Logan helped her to her feet, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “You alright?” He whispered for only her to hear, she nodded softly in response.

They turned back to the girl whose face was an expression of terror and embarrassment, she was as white as a ghost.

F/N couldn't help but let out a genuine laugh. “You are so real for that” she grinned, snatching the phone from Logan and handing it back to the girl's shaking hands “I am so sorry about that” The young woman quickly shook her head. “No, no it's fine! I'm so sorry I shouldn't have taken a picture without asking…” F/N hummed. “I get it he's really fucking hot” she winked at Logan and he could feel himself blush, what the fuck was she doing.

“We're kinda trying to not draw attention to us at the moment so could you maybe not…make this public…besides the friend you already sent this to.” She added and the young woman quickly nodded. “Of course! Of course! So sorry, again.” Logan huffed. “It's fine. Didn't know I still had fans” The girl blushed, seemingly reluctantly to ask the following question. “Could we…could we maybe take a picture together? You're my idol” Logan let out a little perplexed huff, glancing at F/N who was nodding approvingly. “Fine but don't tell anyone about this. And don't post it”

The young woman apologised furiously again after that, her face beet red. “I am so sorry again, Mister Wolverine. Have a good night, and you too, Mrs Ghost!

The name left a bitter taste, she hadn't been called by her X-Men name in years.

The little table in their hotel room was covered in trash from their meal.

“Time to brush your teeth” Logan heard F/N's voice exclaim. He was drawn back to when he and she had babysat the students that one night when all of the other teachers were gone. How they'd let the kids stay up for two whole hours longer than usual. And how they'd shared kisses in the darkness of the lounge room afterwards.

He got up from his comfortable position to get Charles ready for bed, as well as give him his pills.

“You've got a pretty bad knot in your hair” F/N spoke softly after they'd brushed her teeth and cleaned her face off the paint. She eyed the mess that was Laura's hair after she'd jumped on the bed for the last hour. “Do you want me to help you?” The girl nodded, velociraptor in her hands, squeezing and poking it aggressively. F/N gently tugged at her hair, trying to get the knots loose with her fingers, she sighed softly, patting Laura on the shoulder: “I'll get my brush, give me a second”

She quickly got up, knocking on the bathroom door. “One second” Logan's voice was muffled behind the door followed by the unmistakable clanking of glass bottles and a string of quiet curses. She knew what he was doing in there.

But she wouldn't say anything.

They were both struggling, both just trying to survive. Both broken and fighting a losing battle.

Logan didn't look at her when he left the bathroom, avoiding her gaze like a dog that had been caught stealing. Again. He smelled like a bar and his eyes were just a tad more glassy than usual.

A brush was grabbed. “Sit down”, F/N patted the free space on the bed next to her. The girl hopped next to her onto the soft mattress. F/N began to carefully work the brush through her dark hair, the teeth catching onto the tangled strands. F/N was careful not to hurt her, letting her fingers run through her hair to try and loosen the knot.

“Sorry” F/N muttered as she had to pull a little, she was as careful as she could be but Laura's hair was stubborn as hell.

About fifteen minutes later F/N sighed softly, a tender look on her face: “All done.” She gave Laura a soft smile and patted her now tangle-free head. “Time for bed” But the little girl shook her head. F/N frowned softly, wondering what she could want. “Do you want to watch TV?” Laura shook her head “A game then?” Laura shook her head yet again, she was getting a little annoyed with F/N. “I'm sorry, sweetie, I don't know what you want, but maybe you could draw it?” Laura nodded and F/N got a notepad and a pen, both dinosaur-themed of course. Laura quickly snatched both and started to scribble. About two minutes later she handed the notepad back, a serious expression on her little face. F/N raised her eyebrows at the drawing, trying to make sense of it. She could recognize a person, maybe her? The figure had the same hairstyle as her “Who is that? Me?”, F/N asked and Laura nodded, happy that she understood.

F/N frowned softly in concentration, analyzing the picture. The figure's mouth was open and there seemed to be something coming out of it, she hummed, thinking about what Laura could mean: “Do you want me to…vomit???…are you feeling sick???” She looked at Laura in honest confusion and worry, the girl looked at her as if she was stupid, as if whatever she was trying to say was blatantly obvious.

The little girl rolled her eyes, gesturing with her hand and opening her mouth silently, F/N watched her carefully trying to make sense of the gesture and movements “Hm…Do you want me to read a story?” Again Laura shook her head, her patience running thin, meanwhile F/N was getting out of ideas “...Sing a song then?” An excited expression flashed over Laura's face and she nodded quickly. Finally.

F/N gave her a surprised look “Really? But I'm not a very good singer…what should I even sing” Laura gave her another serious look, communicating that she had wasted enough time already and should just start and F/N sighed “Alright, Laura. But after this, you go to bed, okay?” Laura nodded climbing next to her on the soft mattress, leaning against her in the closest thing to a hug F/N had seen from her. She felt her heart swell.

“There's this German song…a good friend of mine used to sing it to me when I couldn't sleep…” F/N could feel Laura nod against her side, she had rarely seen her this tired. She hummed in response, taking a deep breath. Trying to remember the words, the melody Kurt had once taught her, so many years ago.

Der Mond ist aufgegangen,

Die gold'nen Sternlein prangen

Am Himmel hell und klar.

Der Wald steht schwarz und schweiget,

Und aus den Wiesen steiget

Der weiße Nebel wunderbar.

(The moon has risen,

The golden stars are shining

In the sky bright and clear.

The forest is black and silent,

And from the meadows rises

The magnificent white mist.)

Logan paused when he heard that sweet, gentle voice of hers through the door, he was still getting Charles ready for bed, the old man not wanting to put on his pyjamas. As her voice carried over to them, muffled and soft Logan couldn't help but listen carefully and even Charles calmed down.

Wie ist die Welt so stille

Und in der Dämmrung Hülle

So traulich und so hold!

Als eine stille Kammer,

Wo ihr des Tages Jammer

Verschlafen und vergessen sollt.

(How is the world so quiet

And in the twilight envelope

So pleasant and so nice!

As a silent chamber,

Where you of the day's woe

Shall sleep away and forget.)

He had heard that song before. A dark memory he had thought he'd forgotten. Many years ago he had heard Kurt sing it to her after an especially bad nightmare, the melody reminding him of simpler times, of when everything seemed to be going to be okay.

The song was soft and calming yet carried a deep sadness. He could feel Charles’ hand on his arm, trying to silently reassure him. But it was only making it worse, tears sprang to his eyes and he wanted to do nothing more but to hide away and cry. He kept on listening, each line making his heart ache. Since when had he gotten so soft, so vulnerable?

Wir stolzen Menschenkinder

Sind eitel arme Sünder

Und wissen gar nicht viel.

Wir spinnen Luftgespinste

Und suchen viele Künste

Und kommen weiter von dem Ziel.

(We proud children of men

Are vain poor sinners

And know not much at all.

We spin webs in the air

And seek many arts

Yet get further from the goal.)

He did not know what exactly the words meant, but they carried a deep longing with them, pain and torment. Something He knew all too well. But behind the sadness was also something else, something brighter. Hope and comfort. Something about the moon he thought. She kept on singing and he listened, Charles staying quiet next to him on the bed, knowing very well what this moment meant to the Wolverine.

Woll'st endlich sonder Grämen

Aus dieser Welt uns nehmen

Durch einen sanften Tod!

Und wenn du uns genommen,

Lass' uns in Himmel kommen,

Du unser Herr und unser Gott!

(Do you finally want to take

Take us from this world

By a gentle death!

And when you have taken us,

Let us go to heaven,

Thou our Lord and our God!)

even through the wall he could hear the faint tremor in her voice, the deep grief, but he could also hear the soft smile that was undoubtedly pulling at her lips right now.

So legt euch denn ihr Brüder,

In Gottes Namen nieder;

Kalt ist der Abendhauch.

Verschon' uns, Gott! mit Strafen

Und lass' uns ruhig schlafen!

Und uns'ren kranken Nachbarn auch!

(So lie down, brothers,

In God's name lie down;

The evening breeze is cold.

Spare us, God! with punishments

And let us sleep peacefully!

And our sick neighbors too!)

A tear slipped down Logan's cheek, leaving a shimmering wet trail, a lump had formed in his throat. He felt like throwing up, why was this affecting him so much? It was just a song he barely understood. Nothing to get emotional over, he thought.

But she had sung it. She. His F/N.

He cleared his throat and quickly wiped away the tears with his sleeve, leaving behind small wet stains. “Let's put you to bed, old man” he rasped out and Charles didn't protest as Logan helped him into his pyjamas.

Logan's eyes fell on the bottle of pills on the nightstand on F/N's side of the bed. A grim reminder of how everything was not fine. How the whole day had been a lie. A happy lie, nonetheless. He pretended not to notice or not to care. It was an unspoken rule. She wouldn't say anything about his drinking and he in exchange wouldn't say anything about her pills. Simple.

He was already sprawled out on the soft mattress, his phone in his hands and his glasses on his nose, when F/N stepped out of the bathroom. Dressed in one of his old t-shirts he'd thought he'd lost as well as a pair of boxers. He for his part was only wearing boxers and his old wife beater (or should I say wife pleaser).

“I got you something too, Logan…” F/N’s voice was filled with warmth and she gave him a tired smile. He looked up in surprise as she rummaged through the plastic bag from earlier, pulling out a white T-shirt…with the velociraptor family on it. “I wanted to get you a matching hoodie…but I figured you wouldn't need it…too hot in the middle of the ocean…” His expression fell: “How do you-”

How do you know, he wanted to ask but she silenced him with a sad smile. She knew him too well, he realized: “You didn't think I wouldn't notice the brochures, did you?”

He sighed, of course she'd figure it out. “Listen F/N…when this is over…we can't stay together…” F/N was silent for a moment and Logan could see the unshed tears in her E/C eyes, his heart clenched painfully in his chest. The look in her eyes cut like a knife into his skin. He wanted to brush the tears away and tell her he'd never leave her, but it would be a lie. A pretty one, nonetheless.

She avoided his gaze when she spoke as if it was too painful to look him in the eyes: “I know…just…let me pretend for a couple of days longer…this is the closest thing I'll get to a family with you, I fear…” he took the T-shirt from her, the fabric soft beneath his calloused hands. “Thanks…love…” They fell silent after this, but Logan did not want the day to end like this. With unspoken feelings and longing.

“That was a…nice day. “, He'd meant to say ‘interesting’ or something else a little more neutral but there was no point in lying to her. He'd had fun.

She smiled tiredly, turning off the big lights only leaving her bedside table lamp on. She plopped down on the bed next to him, the mattress shaking a little at the impact. “I think Laura and Charles enjoyed it as well. As did I” she murmured, stretching her arms over her head to release some of the tension in her muscles.

“The kids at school would have liked it as well. Kurt too.” Oh.

Logan was silent for a moment.

“I think about them too. All the time.”

His voice was a gruff whisper.

And with a click the lamp was turned off.

The shuffling of blankets rang through the darkness followed by the unmistakable rattle of pills and a dry gulp. He imagined how the pill slit down her throat into her stomach, slowly, very slowly killing her.

The mattress quaked slightly as F/N shifted closer to him scuffling through the fabrics. She didn't need to say anything, he wordlessly pulled her against his chest. Her fingers mindlessly trailed over the rough fabric, tracing along the ridges and wrinkles, careful not to irritate his slowly healing wounds. He hummed softly, pulling her even closer, she could smell the cheap alcohol on his breath, his beard tickling her tender neck as he pressed a chaste kiss to her skin, brushing his lips over her pulse point.

He was warm, incredibly warm, his skin soft against hers as he snaked his hairy arms around her body in a gentle hug. “Goodnight, F/N” he murmured, pressing a kiss into her hair, breathing in her scent. He could stay like this forever.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replieeeees, also hey it’s Summer (just noticed that)

Anonymous asked:

WELL I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS GETTING BLESSED WITH SAVANACLAW ROOK TITS TODAY

GOOD LORD I'M GOING TO MOTORBOAT ON THEM VROOM VROOM 😚😚😚

SURPRISE, ANON! Motorboat them to your heart’s content.

I am very happy that you liked Rook tits; it was probably very naïve of me to think that his nipple won’t be the main star of the drawing lol

Anonymous asked:

Planning on revisiting aus?

We might, but there isn’t any planning involved here; we just randomly remember about them from time to time and sometimes want to add to them lol

 I’ve sketched a comic for the mafia AU not so long ago, but we only posted it on ko-fi for now…

Anonymous asked:

More Lilia content when?

Hopefully soon! We have some new stuff with him, so it’s a matter of time... If everything goes well, you should see a lot of more stuff relatively soon. For now he’s also on ko-fi, being unable to post regularly has fucked up our posting flow really badly.

Anonymous asked:

I'm not exactly caught up on the Savanaclaw Rook stuff,

But that doesn't mean I don't have some pretty fun thoughts.

Like one I had while looking at that art you recently posted.

And I'm just imagining Savanaclaw Rook and Pomefiore Rook are in the same room, for whatever reason, who knows, and Vil walks in-

And Pomefiore Rook looks at Savanaclaw Rook-

And he just sees the hearts in Savanclaw Rook's eyes while looking at Vil.

And he knows that Savanaclaw Rook's already as hooked on Vil as he is.

Cause Rook just having an "on sight" moment when first meeting Vil is something I absolutely love.

:)

Awwww, this is so cute. At first I thought you were going to make a ménage à trios joke…

He absolutely had an “on sight” moment when he first saw him at NRC; and while I think it’s fair to assume that this isn’t Rook’s actual first time seeing him (being such a theatre nerd and all),  seeing him irl probably felt different somehow.

Looking at S!Rook’s reaction is probably pretty nostalgic for P!Rook.

No but really they really should hug Vil together and show him all kinds of love-

Anonymous asked:

Thinking nonstop about the characters being called daddy and master post,, it makes me imagine a scenario where Silver's sleeping around campus (probably because his father told him to so he could live a little) and someone asks him to call them daddy... He would be so confused like "???? I am not your son 🤨" save my boy LOL

Silver calling Lilia daddy or papa in bed would just end up being so cute 😭 Lilia stopping what he's doing and totally breaking his image as a cool and strict dom to be like "Eh?? Ehh??? You haven't called me that in years 🥺"

(this is about this post)

I am very happy you enjoyed that one, Anon!

Oh poor Silver lol Or should I say poor people who will never be the father that Silver loves dearly… even though this isn’t what they wanted from him at all. And these poor fools would think that the issue is that the word is too familial, and this is why Silver doesn’t consider it sexy. If only they knew…

Imagining Lilia dropping his dom thing to gush over his precious son being very cute and suddenly calling him daddy/papa is very funny though, he wouldn’t expect that at all. Despite being all kinds of cursed, for some reason  this is the one moment that Lilia would consider pretty wholesome… which only makes it even more cursed lol

Although to be honest it’s surprisingly difficult to imagine Silver calling Lilia anything other than “oyaji-dono”. Imagine Silver’s first word being not “papa” but “oyaji-dono” instead…

[morgana-artt]

P x Artist!Male!Reader

Notes: Gets a bit sad and real as reader feels like he has no future with P/ has a fear of what people will think (it is in a victoria-esq timeline afterall)/ lore spoilers

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Ah, Krat. A place once full of life now tilts on the brink of emptiness apart from the walking puppets that had turned against humanity due to what was called the puppet frenzy and yet here you were worrying over the pretty puppet boy in front of you. What were you worrying about? Oh, just the fact you had the biggest crush on him and one would ask, what was there to worry about? Because you were also a boy and not everyone took kindly too that sort of thing- you knew from expeirences. Small relationships in private only to find out your ex-lovers went to move on to have public relationships with women or straight up not taking notice of you anymore, almost ashamed of you even.

You remember the only two people that were okay with your interests were two boys when you were younger, the two boys that befriended you in the Monad Charity House- Romeo and Carlo was their names.

They were fun to be around and accepted you without a word, you and Romeo even had to stop Carlo from punching a few other kids who would pick on you. They were your best friends and it devestated you when they both passed from the disease and yet...the puppet that was in front of you had a striking resemblance to Carlo- who was a crush of yours but you didn't decide to pursue in fear he'd not want to be your friend anymore. Although with a few differences from his freckles and blue eyes, it made your heart flutter as if you had rejoined with an old friend/crush and it made you weak to your knees.

The puppet had saved you from a bunch of other puppets that were ready to kick your behind into the grave and he then had taken you to Hotel Krat where you met the others that were staying there- including the actual owner: Antonia Cerasani, a remarkable woman. You had usually stayed in one of the rooms, painting away all day or even just sketching. The puppet- called P- would come in and ask to watch you and despite you working for hours he never once complained, even placing his head on your shoulder to watch which did NOT help with your interest in him.

The more he spent time with you whether that be watching you paint, read or play piano (he mostly did the playing, you were terrible at it), you got more closer with each other. You really enjoyed his company and suspected he liked yours too because Gemini would not shut up about how P would be looking forward to your paintings which of course made you blush but he was just being friendly right? Yeah, of course.

There would be nights where you would have nightmares, personal ones at that and some even upsetting you so much P would notice your stifle cries and would offer to sit by you until you could go back to sleep. He would also stroke your hair as he read up on comforting someone in a few books he picked up, your heart would race as you held onto his loose shirt he'd wear on nights. You got closer and closer as the days passed but you couldn't help but feel bad...P would read stories with you and it was the usual prince and princess get married or some other story that involved a man and a woman being together. Even though the idea hurt, you hoped P would find a nice girl to get together with he deserved someone for him, he really was a sweetheart.

There were times you painted pretty...risqué paintings or sketches and P caught a peak a few times and snuck into your room to watch you- afterall, you let him watch you with other paintings, why was this any different? Once you spotted him you had jumped out of your skin and would cover the drawings making P tilted his head, "why are hiding them?" he would ask making you fluster up, "I-it's nothing! P-Please leave!" was all you could say making P jump up and leave. He was confused as to why you suddenly didn't want him in the same room but he respected you, still...he was curious about those paintings.

After that, it took you a few hours to peak out your room until you got face to face with P making you stutter, "i-ignore what you saw o-okay?" he simply nodded. However, as he grew more human he became...more sneakier. He saw that you were asleep on the sofa, he thought you were very pretty even for a guy. In fact, he felt a warm feeling within his chest whenever he saw you. You always made his day better after coming back from a horrible time outside.

He decided to use his courage to sneak into your room, now he did feel bad doing this but even Gemini was curious to what you were hiding (P would just blame it on Gemini being a bad influence). Once entering, he shut the door quietly and walked to your desk before moving papers around and that's when he saw the sketches you were making. Most of these were of two men doing niche things like walking or sitting with each other but then he turned the papers over and saw what seemed like drawings that belonged in fairytales. Your sketches were that of soft pastel of two men smiling, kissing, holding hands or even laying together and it made P feel warm in his chest again. Gemini spoke up, "was this what (Y/n) was hiding? I don't see anything wrong with these?" he questioned but P wasn't taking notice, he was picturing him and you doing these things. The idea of him holding your hand and walking in the garden made him...happy? He liked feeling happy. His eyes then moved to the kissing sketch, he pressed his human finger tips against his lips and pictured what kissing you was like which made him feel light and happy again.

"Gemini...?" his quiet voice spoke up, "Hm?" gemini hummed in response, "I see these things in those fairytale books I read...could I do that with him?" he asked, feeling shy. "Well...I don't see why not! Why? Do you like (Y/n)?" Gemini sang making P turn his head in embarssement before nodding slightly making Gemini snort, "Sure pal, you can do that with him but these things are what couples usually do. So maybe see if he likes you back?", "how?" Gemini was silent for a bit before speaking, "hmm...why not ask him out to the garden to sit in? Then try to take his hand? Subtly though, Pal and if he becomes uncomfortable you respect that okay, buddy? But I doubt you'd have anything to worry about, I think the feelings are mutual" P nodded before placing things back to where they were and making his way towards you.

He saw you wake up and sit up on the sofa, "(Y/N)?", "hm? Oh, P? how are you?", he sat next to you. "Do you want...to sit in the garden? With me...?" he asked, his voice getting shyer near the end. You blinked, "oh? Sure!" you smiled as the two of you got up and headed to the garden, despite the hell happening outside it was gorgeous within the yard. Different types of flowers were surrounding you making you smile, you plucked one and handed it to P who took it and gave a small smile making your heart beat. "Thanks for asking me to come out...guess I needed the air..." you smiled as you sat on the bench with P joining you. He glanced at your hand before looking at your face, you were very handsome to him. He loved the way your eyelashes fluttered whenever you blinked, the way your hair fell on your face and when you tucked some behind your ear allowing him too see more of your beauty and then when you smiled up at him it made him feel that warm feeling again.

"I..." he started before trailing off, his eyebrows furrowing and looking down. You frowned and tilted your head, "everything okay, buddy?" you asked until in one quick swoop he hugged you close making you yelp.

"P-P?!" you blinked as you wrapped your arms around him, "seriously...is everything okay?" you were worried about him, he pulled back as he looked in your eyes. "can I hold your hand?" he asked with a deep breath of confidence, you almost choked on your spit. "h-huh?! Oh, um..." you wanted to, by god you wanted to but the fear of rejection overpowered your feelings at that moment.

You stood up as P did the same thing as he looked at you worringly "did...did I say something wrong? I'm sorry..." you felt a sudden hurt through your chest, oh no...you made him feel like he did something bad. "Oh, P no...it wasn't you. Its... me. I-I..." you felt the sudden anxiety kick in, tears welling up in your eyes as you bit your bottom lip. "P, you're amazing...there's nothing more I would love to do than to hold your hand but...I mean... we're both guys. Is that not...weird to you?" you asked, fiddling with your sleeve. P tilted his head in confusion, "why would it be? I like you and want to hold your hand...even kiss you" he admitted and that made your face go red, "Ee-egh?! T-that's...", P interrupted you, "wouldn't people feel more weirded out that one of us isn't human and the other is?" You frowned, "Oh, P...on one hand you're right and on the other... some people don't...have fond feelings on seeing two people of the same sex showing romantic love" P frowned, "why? Thats stupid..." you couldn't help but smile a little- he really looked like Carlo just now and even sounded like him.

"It's just how it is..." you whispered, wiping the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes. P looked up at you before moving closer and hugging you tightly, "are you...scared?" he whispered into your ear, "a little...it sounds stupid as we have bigger problems but it's still a fear of mine..." you confessed making P hum in response. "I won't let anything happy to you..that's a promise", you looked up at him and saw how serious he really was. "Hey!" the little cricket lamp chirped up, you forgot he was even there, "if anyone does gives you hassle we'll make sure that they won't ever mess with you again!" the cricket chirped once agian making you smile. "Thanks, Gemini..."

P was silent as he stared at you, "will...will it be okay to kiss you?" you snapped your head him face going red again, "P..." you looked around before pulling him closer into the hedge as to not be seen. "Sorry, I just...I don't want anyone else to see...not yet anyway..." you softly spoke and P nodded as he understood your anxiety and held you close before leaning in, you let out a shaky breath before pulling him in suddenly and kissing him as if you waited for this your whole life. You heard the puppet gasp a little before deepening the kiss, gripping his coat closer to you as you closed your eyes. His lips were soft, it was nice. Part of you did wish it was Carlo and yet...you're glad it was P.

Despite looking similar, you loved P as himself and you knew you had to move on from Carlo sometime sooner or later. Little did you know, something in P stirred within him; rememberance.

It began to rain making you and P look up before looking at each other and laughing as you then walked back inside as to not get soaked, P quickly gave you a kiss on the cheek making you blush. a voice spoke up, "hello you two! Glad to see the two love birds finally got together! Hah hah, oh to be in love again", the voice belonged to Venigni, his comment made you fluster as you quickly excused yourself and fast walked to the library making P watch you with a smile. He felt a pat on his shoulder, "well done, lad. Now just because he's a man like yourself doesn't mean you shouldn't stop being a gentleman- you see one needs to-" P waved his hands and shook his head, trying to excuse himself from hearing another one of Venignis rambles agian. Eugenie quietly giggled at the scene as Spring just purred agianst her arm.

Finally being free from Venigni's clutches, P made his way to you and looked around to see it was just you and hugged you from behind making you jump, "s-sorry...still getting used to this..." you softly chuckled, placing a hand on his that was around your waist.

You felt him cuddle closer to you and place his head into your neck, you let out a soft sigh before leaning against him the two of you comfortable silence. Maybe this wasn't so bad.

[itsgirlcraft]

Dawg it's 10pm and I spent 4 hours on this 💀 chat how am I supposed to explain this one- there's so much loreeeeeee AAAAAAA-

(Edit: explanation is now under the cut)

Okay I'm done being dramatic. Yeah took 4 hours drawing plus ~4 hours of research.

Anywaysssss-

I combined the last 3 days of Stevetember I have left, 28: fight, 24: musical, and 23: paradise. Used my RQ Roleswap AU combined with lyrics from Epic: the musical.

So first the "warmup" drawing, where I designed Sabre's dual timeline casual/"mortal" form. Only marginally related to the prompts, mostly just for reference.

No I'm not explaining all dat lmao. I will tmrw (probably) just bc I am very excited by this.

And then here's the main page:

The one on the right is for fight, the one on the left is for paradise. Both depict Sabre. The left has RQ Time, Rainbow, Dark, and Red from the first episodes of RQ. Sabre is putting up the shield/magic barrier above him, and saying the lyrics on the bottom half to the Steves, trying to convince them to stay. Someone else is saying the lyrics on the top half to Sabre in the right drawing, talking about using the darkness/AU crystals to fight back.

Have fun questioning that with no context! Try my YouTube channel community posts if you seek answers, I guess!

Hrrnkk shoo mimimimi, I'm going to bed 😴

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Heyyyy fuckers guess who's back!! >:3

I don't think I've explained this AU much anywhere around here, so I've got plentyyyyy of content to fish out!! :P

Letssssss seeeeeeeee~

This AU is more or less about changing unrecognizably, healing, fate/repeating history, and loops. It all begins after Sabre has spent years alone with Origin, teaching him and growing together. Sabre had changed over the years - into his god form, with wings and animalistic legs and antlers upon which crystals grow. His first god form is mostly green and white. Technically, he has 3 god forms and 3 "mortal" forms.

I've had the AU for awhile before I listened to Epic, but the musical has inspired me to create for it, as well as consider the overarching themes!! So the first drawing, the dual timeline "mortal" form, is basically Sabre at the end of the au, as he becomes a fused form of the swap and og timelines' versions of himself. His crazy outfit is made of bits and bobs from people he meets, sometimes he adds stuff inspired by people around him, but a lot is just gifts he's recieved. He has a goopy Darkness horn and a sharp crystal horn, and a fluffy colorful tail and a sharp black tail. His eyes depict his former infection of crystals/darkness.

Drawing 2, in the upper right with Sabre's arms out in front of him, is meant to be him midway thru act 1. Where he willingly infects himself with the crystals, which are like the darkness, in order to be able to fight Rainbow (who created the infectious crystals, aka the Void of the timeline). Crystal/Shadow Sabres would probably be saying the lyrics to him.

Drawing 3, with the big barrier sigil over Sabre and the Steves, is based on act 6 of the au. He gets the Hypbo variants to help him create the barrier sigil to keep the Steves from changing unexpectedly due to the strange nature of their timeline (its Complicated, but the world is basically changing in accordance w/ the og timeline w/o anyone doing anything). This barrier, as well as the smaller, jewelry-based variants, protects them from time/space basically going by quickly. However, Sabre's insistence on keeping everyone from changing can be seen as almost manipulative, which is why he's saying the lyrics there. He can't give them the choice, not when the world is changing them without them actually doing anything. But by keeping them inside the barrier, he's refusing to let them experience it. So uh...yeah. Complicated.

Edit: Okay I got REALLY ramble-ly, so, THIS part below is the main au explanation, a new post will have the full ramble.

Origin had started creating the Steves, and becoming an independent young man. Sabre knew he wouldn't need his guidance much longer, and he couldn't reveal his true identity to the first Steves. But he hoped, maybe, something may come along and take him away. The loop, age, something. Nothing came - he realized he had to do the leaving. He worked towards creating a portal, which would close behind him. Somewhere unknown.

He wound up in the RQ Roleswap timeline - in episode 32, aka the pig episode. So already partway through the first season. He retained all his memories - and so he knew what had to do. He had to change history, and change everyone's fate. Most importantly...Orange Steve's. He can't let this all fall down again. He had to unite them all, before bringing about any heroes. He had to support everyone, give everyone room to breathe, treat them all with the love they may not deserve, but that they need. He needed to greet the world with open arms.

Heh, Epic reference :>

Anyways, yeah. That's the basis of the AU - Sabre uses his memories/experience (and carefully constructed journals) to change fate and lead with love. He goes on to warn the Steves of the future, their fates, and their choice to follow it or not. Despite his new outlook on life, he knows he isn't perfect - his past haunts his every calculated move. He tries to just experience reality as it is, but slowly that alienates him in a different way - people are so surprised to hear his thoughts behind all of it that many look up to him. All he really wants is to give everyone a choice in their fate - even his enemies - and appreciate what he has, and had, in this moment. And that mindful, kind mindset puts some people in awe.

Edit: ...okay, I ended up rambling severely after this, so I'll make a new post for that. But here, have these bits.

In the roleswap timeline, Sabre looks more like Shadow Sabre, while Crystal Sabre (the Shabre of the timeline) is brightly colored. The crystals replace the darkness, being amalgamations of infectious gems, so bright they can set things ablaze with sunlight. Sigils are the new crystals, being darker colored just like the main color Steves. In this world, the shadows are comforting and kind, while the light is deadly and violent. (Though no, they aren't really nocturnal...I might change that eventually). Naturally, the Steves have dark skin tones and eyes, looking all too much like the darkness infected. Similar can be said of the og timeline in comparison to the Crystal infected, though ofc the infections are a lot more frightening. You could consider it to be the first stage of infection, I guess.

Sabre's, the main, FIRST Sabre's, story is split into several acts. Act 1: changing fate, where he repeats RQ with a new ending. Act 2: old friends, where he returns to the og timeline, and defeats TFC/swap Origin with his newest god form. Act 3: reliving history, where Sabre mentors Colle through his swapped timeline. Act 4: domain expansion, in which Sabre discovers the multiverse and is determined to save EVERYONE from evil. Act 5: returning home, in which Sabre, now caring for a whole multiverse, finally creates a portal to Earth, but has he changed too much? Act 6: doubled over, another shitpost idea made canon, in which Sabre gets stuck in a version of the RQ timeline which has both the og and swap versions, where the world is changing quickly, mimicking the og story, and where Sabre's desire to give everyone a choice in fate is tested.

Final edit: I spent TWO HOURS fuckin writing this and trying to keep in from getting ramble-ly. You don't wanna see how ridiculous this could've been

[lightaflametoburnmethrough]

YunaAki Moments Collection: Chapter 14

We’re almost halfway done with the year already...

…why does he have such a disarming smile? 🥺

no wonder why Akiho can’t stop staring at him, he's too pretty~ ���

Short scene, short ramble (hopefully nah, not happening, hahaha).

Kaito arrives to pick Akiho up right when she wakes up from her nap.

…look at his face. He totally knew what transpired earlier and was probably waiting around the corner for the girls to finish their friendship moment before coming to ring the doorbell.

Aww, how thoughtful of him ☺️

At the same time, I can imagine him being “Okie, you had your fun. Now return my Alice to me, I’m not ready to give her to you yet” hahahaha 😂 … 😭

(always loved this coat on him, btw, makes him look sharp 😍)

For Akiho, it shouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary for Kaito to escort her home. He is the one who's responsible for her, after all. Not to mention, it’s already dark out and she’s just a 12/13-year old girl so it’d be more concerning if there wasn’t someone to accompany her at this hour (especially when she’s being targeted by those magicians).

But girlie’s polite to a fault like that. I mean yea, this is a Japanese setting and written by a Japanese person (and therefore, the keigo is always present). But it’s still very within the boundaries of Akiho’s character to not want to inconvenience others.

Likewise with Kaito. If it’s for someone he cares about, he wouldn’t want them to think he’s being burdened either. Hence the “お気になさらず” (“Please don't worry about it”)

This exchange sounds very formal but the tone is actually quite casual. This is their routine, what Akiho and Kaito can expect from each other and they’re comfortable with it. It’s another testament to how long their relationship is.

You can even think of it in this alternate wording:

“Sorry you had to come pick me up” -> “You came to pick me up, thank you (for caring about me) 😊” “Please do not worry, it’s no trouble at all” -> “Of course I would come pick you up (you’re important to me) ☺️”

Deep down, that’s what Akiho and Kaito are really saying and I’m sure they’re both aware of that as well 🥰

(well, Kaito to a lesser degree cuz he’s got all that inner angst that’s making him emotionally constipated :P)

Now for these panels.

I want to draw attention to Kaito’s eyes.

Particularly how much softer they are compared to his usual smile, which is pleasant but often closed off.

In fact, let’s take a panel from chapter 11 to see the difference:

The expression on the left is what one would give when dealing with a customer. You want the client to feel at ease when engaging with them but you also don’t want them going beyond the door that has the “staff-only” sign stamped over it.

This is his professional smile. His “it’s my job” smile.

His eyes are guarded against anyone attempting to look in. His posture is perfectly straight, giving away no weaknesses . And though there is a slight upturn of his lips, it betrays nothing. Whether the feeling behind that smile is genuine or not, his foremost thought is to fulfill his duty. That’s all.

As for the Kaito on the right, doesn’t he look more open?

He’s still showing the utmost courtesy to someone who’s a little bit more than a stranger but not close enough to be an acquaintance. However, his body language is noticeably more relaxed.

His head is tilted to the side and adorably so (it seems this is a habit of his as well). His smile is friendlier and his eyes appear fuller and gentler.

Why is that? besides evolving art style

Well, there are a number of ways that can explain for it but I think most of them boil down to the influence of the people around him in this scene along with how his personality had developed up to this point.

Before Akiho, Kaito never smiled. He only learned to do so before he went to meet her for the first time because he didn’t want to frighten her with the dour face he always wore.

His approach to greeting Akiho back then is not unlike how he introduced himself to her friends today (if just slightly warmer and more interested cuz Akiho holds more importance to him).

He had the genuine intention to take good care of her. It was just heavily masked by the job description he gave about himself.

But over the course of the next several years, a more personal side of him would slowly come to the surface. So even when he remained professional, it would be obvious to anyone who observed them closely enough that all his efforts were catered solely to Akiho's needs.

That's the effect she has on him.

He wanted Akiho to be happy so he did his best to treat her well. Treating her well taught her how to smile which enabled her to show her gratitude. And whenever he received her appreciation, it strengthened his feelings towards her.

Those feelings gradually transformed from a sense of obligation into a deeper affection. The more and more she grew attached to him (to love him), the more he wished to reciprocate by trying to do even better for her.

Which is quite similar to how the moon reflects light from the sun. The stronger the light (the happier Akiho is), the brighter the moon (aka Kaito) shines.

Quite an apt description since Kaito's magic aligns with the moon but the greatest aspect to take away from this is that Akiho is the reason for Kaito's positive change just like he is hers.

Without her, he would never have been motivated to try anything or even be bothered to care. Without her, he never would've learned what true kindness is like.

She is his warmth. She is his sun.

It's her light that brings out the goodness in him.

And this interaction with Sakura can be an example of that.

Kaito addresses her by her surname with the very respectable suffix "-sama" but she asserts that there's no need to be that formal with her and requests to be called by her given name instead.

He's hesitant at first because he doesn't want to be rude but since Sakura insists, he acquiesces with the smile shown above.

Honestly, I don't think this is Kaito just going along with the flow to minimize awkwardness. There's something else that can be extracted here besides him acting nice for Akiho's sake.

For one thing, whether he calls Sakura by her first or last name is irrelevant to him. What he's after is the magic she generates that will help him exchange the artifact and power the spell of the taboo book. He personally does not need to get close to her whatsoever.

But he gladly agrees to call her "Sakura-san" and I believe that's him responding to Sakura's goodwill with his own, hence why his smile appears a lot more real than his signature butler one.

Because he learned what kindness is like from Akiho, he's able to recognize it in other people who show it as well. And he picked that up with Sakura not wanting there to be so much distance between them.

Maybe it touched his heart that there was another person besides Akiho who sincerely wanted to treat him as an equal (and not a thing beneath them like how the Association used him as a lowly tool).

Maybe beneath his smile, he starts to feel a tiny regret that he'll have to manipulate this girl's powers later for on his own goals.

Maybe Sakura's offer to get along melted his guard a little so that for a brief moment, he wanted to reciprocate before he had to resume his position as the antagonist in this story in order to save Akiho.

Or maybe it's a combination of all those things.

Whatever it may be, it's clear that it costs him nothing to call her "Sakura-san" and he was happy to do it, which pleased her.

This short scene is so notable because it’s where the conflict of the story doesn’t affect what’s happening in the moment at all. It’s just a normal interaction between two people, something Kaito has been lacking for the majority of his life. The decency of someone respecting him as another human being.

Furthermore, this is also similar to how Akiho complimented the beef stew. By praising and enjoying her friend's cooking, she's acknowledging the kindness that has been shown to her.

For Kaito, by agreeing to call Sakura by her given name, he is also acknowledging the kindness being shown to him.

"You are a good person, I can tell. You are kind just like Akiho-san is and it’s unfortunate that I have to be your enemy. But at the very least, let me return your sentiment by calling you by your name which you have so graciously allowed me to do. Because that is the only thing I can give back to you.”

…yea.

I’d like to believe he felt that way during this scene. Despite his denials and refusals to accept love because he doesn’t believe he deserves it, Kaito really is a lonely person behind that smiling mask of his. And just like any lonely person, he’d yearn for a connection with another because that’s a very human thing to do.

The fact that he could face Sakura sincerely (even for only a short moment) instead of running away thinking it’s not worth the hassle, that’s all thanks to Akiho, too.

Because of his love for Akiho, Kaito became more human.

Moving along to a lighter topic.

Now that Akiho has a friend to confide in on her secret plan to surprise Kaito, it’s very exciting, yepyepyep! 😄

And heartwarming as well. Look how she’s blushing. She’s so eager to tell him her feelings through her homemade cooking. You can tell she really, really loves him 🥰

Meanwhile, Kaito is totally clueless about what these two girls are scheming 😂 but this also proves two things:

He does not eavesdrop on Akiho’s private converations. Even if he does have the ability to listen in with magic, he chooses not to. Further supported by how they’re only a few feet away from him and he still doesn’t know what they’re whispering about which is indicated by all the question marks surrounding his head.

He probably doesn’t have the ability to read minds either. Because if he did and used it to peek into Akiho’s mind, he would’ve realized early on what a huge mistake he would be making by erasing himself from her memories.

I mean, I doubt he’d budge on the issue of the artifact. Akiho’s life will always be at risk as long as that thing is stored inside her so he’d still be hellbent on transferring it into himself before it activated.

But if Kaito had been made more aware of the extent of Akiho’s feelings at this point in the story, there’s a chance he wouldn’t have gone down the route he originally planned. He would’ve changed it, scrapped the part where he disappeared, to avoid deeply hurting Akiho.

It would’ve taken a lot to convince him that she loved him but just the thought of making her cry over the loss of him would’ve made him reconsider the ending he decided on.

Alas, that didn’t happen. He didn’t know and that’s why he couldn’t stop from himself going as far as he did 😢

I’m sorry, I said it was going to be light but it still wound up being sad 😭

Anyways, the day ends and they walk home together.

Kaito inquires about the girl Akiho has recently bonded with because of course he does.

Akiho is happy and he wishes to learn more about the reason.

To ascertain that choosing Sakura’s home is the right choice for him to make.

Akiho unknowingly confirms that for him.

There is no end to all the good things she can say about Sakura. How caring she is, how kind she is to everyone around her.

Kaito then puts forth the question, the most important question:

“To you as well, Akiho-san?”

Because in the end, that is what matters to him more than anything else.

Forget how nice she is to everyone. Forget how perfect she is. None of that matters if she can’t fulfill what he needs her to do for Akiho.

Whoever he chooses, they absolutely must be good to Akiho. Always.

They must be willing do whatever it takes to protect her, keep her safe and make her happy.

These things are non-negotiable.

Otherwise, they would not be worthy of Akiho and he would forfeit the idea of entrusting his most beloved person to them.

But Akiho again unknowingly tells him what he wants to hear. She affirms that yes, her friend is a person capable of living up to all of Kaito’s hopes and expectations.

Kaito smiles and replies “…that is wonderful.”

However, though his words seem to carry a sense of relief, everything else about him in these panels suggests he’s going through some other emotion.

There was a significant pause before he told Akiho he was glad for her.

The smile he’s wearing isn’t his personal one. It’s not warm and soft and amicable like the smile we saw him give earlier but one of practiced charm and formality. He’s donned on his work mask again, hiding what he really feels.

He’s less successful in other areas, such as his eyes which are too expressive for him to completely control. They are not filled with joy to match how thrilled Akiho is. Rather, there’s a quiet acceptance in his gaze over the conclusion he has reached.

There is satisfaction but there is also loneliness. He realizes this is it. This is the beginning of the end of his days together with Akiho.

He has found the right person to replace him. The one who he can trust to look after Akiho after he is gone. Once the exchange is done, she won’t need him anymore and he won’t be part of her world anymore either.

How can that be anything other than utterly sad?

Akiho is his life. She’s the one who brought any meaning to it, the one who made living worthwhile.

And yet to Kaito, all that is secondary to preserving her life. The loss of him would be a small price to pay as long as Akiho’s safety was guaranteed and she could live to see her future, free from the grasp of the magic world for good.

Kaito was willing to step aside to make way for all the potential happiness that he envisioned Akiho could have.

For her, he was prepared to give up everything.

And what a fool he was. A well-meaning fool but a fool all the same.

Watching them walk home together like this, it’s clear that Akiho has never been happier with how her life is now. She never wished for more or anything different. She already had everything here, given to her by the person who was always by her side.

…right, I’m gonna end it here since I don’t have the energy to talk anymore. I fuckin’ cried again

Until the next chapter, またね〜 👋

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[devil-in-the-details-ay]

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The Chaos is just starting...

“Lord Anthras, your new intern from Lucifer is here.” The demon got Astaroth’s attention immediately with that announcement.  He’d been waiting for days.  The last intern had an…unfortunate accident due to negligence on his part.  Now the replacement had finally arrived.

“Fine,” he waved his hand rather dismissively, “show him in.”  He continued reading over the schedules on his desk. “Her, sir.  It is a female this time.”  That got Astaroth’s attention more.  He actually looked up at the demon and cocked his head, brows drawing together and eyes narrowing.

“Excuse me?  HER?” Had Lucifer lost his head?  They did not employ females in his department of Hell.  What was he supposed to do with a woman?  Not that a woman COULDN’T do the job, they just DIDN’T.   For one thing, female demons were rarer, and accidents tended to happen in his department.  Another was that they tended not to like their coworkers, and he couldn’t really blame them.  There were times even he had to take out a demon or two for getting on his nerves.

“Yes, M’Lord.  Lord Lucifer said that she requested the assignment?” Now Astaroth’s eyes widened as he sat back in his large leather desk chair and was thoroughly perplexed.  Had Freya sent one of her sheildmaiden’s down to the netherworld again?

“Well…send her in, then!” He finally exclaimed and the demon all but ran out of his office.  This new intern would either be the pain in his ass, or…no, she would be a pain in his ass.

“Lord Anthras, my father sends his regards.  I will be your new apprentice.” Forget pain in his ass, she had just fucked up his whole world.  The Demon King himself had just sent his DAUGHTER to be Astaroth’s intern.  The Lord Of Death might have laughed, had Princess Yara not been standing before him.  He liked his head on his shoulders, and no doubt her father would take it as an insult if he found the situation hilarious.

“Princess Yara, your father did not advise you would be…” his mouth closed as he carefully considered which words should be next and how many of his demons would die due to their inability to not be total assholes while doing their job.  “Interested in our line of work.  I am surprised to learn of your requesting to be interning here.”  One arm rested on his desk, almost appearing relaxed, but he was anything but.

“It isn’t the first time that you’ve had one of my father’s children under your supervision, sir.”  The princess sat, crossing one of her long legs over the other.  Even in the jeans and sweater she was wearing, Astaroth was having a hard time not letting his eyes roam the body he knew to be beneath them, a very delectable one.  And who could blame him, he was a demon after all, he didn’t have to be pure.

“True, but after your last two brothers had, such unfortunate problems,” nice way of saying they got themselves killed, well eaten really, “I didn’t figure any of you, or your father, would want to chance things again.” His brows rose as his head inclined towards her. 

“I am not my brothers, Lord Anthras.” Yara smirked, her foot tapping in the air.  “AND, in case the correspondence has not yet reached you, sir, you are to be my direct supervisor.  I am to learn from you, and you alone.”  She saw him swallow and she reveled in it.  The demon with the midnight black hair, eyes that almost matched, and complexion that always looked like he was fresh off of a human vacation, just absolutely paled across the desk from her.  Even his eyes lightened to a light whiskey amber.  Oh, this would be fun.

“I’m sorry, you are to what?” By all the gods in the heavens, had Lucifer truly let his mind roam free from his skull?  No, surely not! “I am sorry, princess, but I do not take personal interns.” He shook his head with a quite serious look on his face, the color finally returning as he regained his composure.

A small squeak was heard as a dragon, no larger than an Earthly canary flew into the room and dropped a scroll tied in brilliant purple ribbon on his desk, then exited as quickly. “Oh, but I do believe you do, M’Lord.” A cheshire cat grin spread across what most would have described as an angelic face, but after all demons once had been angels, so it was rather accurate.  

His jaw grinding, Astaroth untied the ribbon, broke the wax seal, and opened the scroll.  It was all he could do not to set the whole room on fire reading it.  Breathing through his nose, heavily, to attempt to keep his composure as the Princess Royal of Hell sat before him, he pinned her with a stare that made his men wither, but only seemed to amuse her more.  Just fucking lovely! “So, it does seem.” Was his only reply.  Now the Lord of Death had to keep from killing the one being under his purview he was forbidden from, or face her father.  Was there an angel that owed him a favor?

[procyonloser]

"Okay Charlotte's Web, what do you got for me?" Adam asked, kneeling down beside her table in the room where they'd decided to have Charlie's school time in.

She'd been ecstatic the first week Adam started coming over to teach her, but she'd seen a bit down today. He looked at her finger painting and it seemed to be a cat...bat...thing. Adam's mom, when she was alive, told him all his childhood drawings looked exactly like ancient cave paintings. Never knew why.

"You like kitties?" Adam asked, trying to get her to respond, but Charlie just stared at the picture, fingers covered in red and and black.

"I want to go to school," Charlie said, not pouting even, she just looked legitimately sad. "I miss my friends."

Adam exhaled, scratching at his chin with his good hand; the other was still in a sling for the time being. "I know you do, I miss them too while I'm on break. Maybe we can set up play dates so you can still visit everybody?"

Charlie looked up at him with teary eyes, before launching into his chest, wrapping little filthy hands into his sweater, as tightly as she was able to. It'd been a purple sweater, but now it was sort of tiger striped in paint smears. "Can you be my new daddy?" Charlie mumbled into his chest. "You're nice and you don't make me brush my teeth and you're softer."

"Sorry kiddo, you're stuck with your dad for the next number of years. And, for the record, I would also make you brush your teeth. Trust me, you don't want a root canal ten years down the line." Adam said in some amusement, ruffling her hair. "Let me go talk to your dad, okay? I'll see what I can do. You keep drawing whatever the f...fun things you like." Adam saved himself from swearing blatantly in front of her, but he didn't know how long he'd last.

Adam walked through the manor, and Lucifer was clearly essentially flaunting the fact he was extremely wealthy, and not by good means. There were cameras everywhere, armed guards at every door, and paintings on the walls that Adam was fairly certain had come straight out of the black market. Adam had worked for men like Lucifer before, but never as a... preschool teacher slash nanny. He wandered around, not sure where to go to find the man in question, until he found stairs leading down into what Adam thought was the wine cellar.

It was not. It was a room set up like... Well, where they would get rid of anyone causing issues.

Adam had briefly played with the idea of Lucifer being a mobster with a heart of gold. He clearly loved his daughter, he had his dorky moments, and he didn't look particularly threatening. So, Adam thought, maybe Lucifer was the kind who tried to use his influence for good.

Adam walked in on Lucifer speaking to a man that was handcuffed to a chair. The man he didn't know eye's swung to Adam instantly, widening before turning desperate.

"You, please, listen to me, you know who I am, don't you? I have a family, I have daughters-" in the blink of an eye, Lucifer had slit the man's throat. He gurgled over the next few words, blood pooling on the ground, before running towards the drain in the floor.

"Pity, but oh well." Lucifer said, sounding more like he'd just dropped a sandwich on the ground, than the reality of watching a man die slowly. Lucifer's expression was ice cold as it slid over to Adam, who felt rooted to the ground. "I'd recommend not coming down here. I was actually going to let him live, but once he saw you, that's a risk we can't allow. There's other politicians, at the end of the day."

Politicians? Oh, that was where Adam knew the man from. He was a politician nearby, and not an awful one at that. He didn't see eye to eye with Adam on everything, but the important stuff they did. He didn't seem to be corrupt, yet here he lay bleeding. It was far from the only body Adam had ever seen, but it'd been years, and this felt different.

"Did you want something, Adam?" Lucifer wiped off his knife on a piece of leather, looking up at him with a much more pleasant expression. "Anything wrong with Charlie?"

Adam froze, staring at the body. Lucifer killed him because he'd seen Adam.

"... She... just wanted to know if we could set up a playdate with her friends..." Adam said slowly, watching as the man's eyes finally rolled back and became unseeing.

It was just supposed to be a short term job, something to just get him solvent again. He didn't actually want to stay for more than a couple months - Adam didn't even like children.

And yet, at the end of the day, he had about five children clinging to his legs as he dragged them across the daycare floor. They did some mix of crying, sobbing, laughing, just wanting to stay a few minutes longer in the facility before their parents picked them up.

Charlie sat on his shoulders, frequently talking about how her dad couldn't hold her up so high like Adam could, which always brought Adam great joy.

"Okay, easy goes it, there you are, I've got you." Lucifer said as he was passed as squirming blond toddler. "Daddy is here, Charlie! Aren't you happy?"

Charlie puffed out her cheeks, teary eyed, which in turn made Lucifer's face fall.

"So much for Daddy." Adam said, hands on his hips, amusement spun through his voice. He never really liked the short weirdo, it didn't help that he'd married Adam's childhood sweetheart.

Lucifer shot him an icy look, his demeanor instantly shifting. "I'll show you why I'm called that, if you'd like."

It was Adam's turn to feel his smile falter and fall. It wasn't so much because it was seductive - though it did kind of turn him on; moreso, it was because he knew Lucifer was the head of what he was fairly certain was the mob.