#gah makes me lose it every time

[paegei]

MOANER, GROANER, OR WHIMPERER ?

what sounds do the seventeen members make in bed ?

NSFW CONTENT ! MDNI !

a/n: GUYS i am so sorry i haven't written in so long ╯︿╰ i lose motivation for things VERY easily. anywho,,, if anyone has any requests or anything feel free to send them in ! ( just be prepared for me to take my time to respond ϵ( ‘Θ’ )϶ )

MOANER:

jeonghan:

when i tell you this man has the PRETTIEST moans i mean it. borderline angelic. every noise that comes out of his mouth has you on the verge of orgasm LITERALLY. he's upstaging you i'm sorry !

joshua:

the things i would do to hear him moaning.... 28:50 of the youngji interview is EMBEDDED in my brain. def more on the quiet side, his moans are pretty low in volume, but he is for SURE right next to your ear cuz he knows how much his moans affect you.

jun:

pathetic moans. PATHETIC. loud, whiny, GUTTURAL moans. he also has no shame. and i mean that. does not care how loud he's being. he has to let you know how good you make him feel, who cares about who hears ? also def makes those ah- ah- ah- sounds before he cums

minghao:

hao's moans are like josh's, low in volume but close enough for you to hear. gives me the vibes of someone who doesn't make much noise in bed, he prefers to focus on your blabbering, but when his sounds grace your ears, it is HEAVENLY. ( his moans are borderline whimpers too just saying )

seungkwan:

DEEP. DEEP. SO DEEP. yk that one good to me performance where he said "make some noise" in his deep ass voice ? yeah, that's his tone in bed. moans coming straight from the chest LAWDDDDDD. was pretty shy at first when it came to making noise, but after seeing how badly it affected you ( because who wouldn't go insane hearing them ), he just goes AT IT. unless he's in sub mode and is borderline sobbing

GROANER:

seungcheol:

bro. words could not describe how hot this man sounds ( i would know we're actually married ). GUTTERAL groaning. genuinely sounds like he is working out ＞︿＜ lets out a groan every time he pulls out, followed by a whimper when he shoves his cock back in :/

wonwoo:

practically inaudible with how deep his groans are. all you would be able to hear is this deep grumble. rarely likes making sounds in bed as he prefers to be all ears for your moans, but hey, sometimes good sex makes a man whimper okay there's nothing wrong with that :3

vernon:

kinda like jun, in the aspect that his groans have a pathetic tilt to them. every sound he makes, no matter how hard he tries to keep them in, just ends up sounding absolutely RUINED. im talking you'd think he was crying from how desperate he sounds ( maybe he is who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

chan:

he's right on the barrier between groans and gasps. OMLLLL HIS LITTLE GASP WHEN HE FIRST SLIPS IN !!!!!!!!!!! no shame either he wants to let the whole world know he's getting the best pussy of his LIFE. anime girl ~gah~ kinda noises IM SORRY

WHIMPERER:

jihoon:

dooooont care what you think. he WHIMPERS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! his whimpers are very low in volume however, he knows that if the guys ever found out the little noises he makes for you he would be a goner. tries his hardest to hold the whines back, much to your dismay, but at least then you get the gorgeous sight of him biting his lip till it bleeds (/▽＼)

seokmin:

man does not care how embarrassing his sounds are he NEEDS you to know how good you feel. he is the EPITONE of whimpers. men be afraid to moan in their girls ear, but seokmin is sobbing out "f-fuck oh m- oh my god- 's good, 's good-" and other barely audible curses :3

mingyu:

his whimpers are WET sorrynotsorry. im saying he's borderline drooling. dumb puppy can't help it if your cunt feels so good :( sobs, cries, just the most desperate and shaky words tumbling from his mouth ( if he can still form words is a different story ).

ALL OF THE ABOVE:

soonyoung:

does not give a FUCK what noise he is making, he's just going for it. somehow sounds like whimpers, cries and growls all in one ?? also yes 80% of the time he is growling but are we suprised. just says any word that comes to his mind too. bro does nawt understand why people hold in their moans... if it feels good, it feels good you know ?

not proof-read ! lmk if there's any mistakes (づ￣ 3￣)づ

[heeliopheelia]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐍𝐍

genre: smut ♥ word count: 1.3k ♥ warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, hair pulling, orgasm denial, overstimulation, eating out

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

a/n: gah dayum even jake lasted longer than me, i need a doctor... did i really outhorny probably the horniest mf on this planet

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LEE HEESEUNG lasts until... November 6th

"Baby, oh my god," Heeseung whines above you, voice higher on its pitch than usually. The overstimulation subconsciously has him pressing you even deeper into the mattress of his bed and your head spins as you look at him through blurry eyes. He's so messy, so lewd and sloppy – and all that only after not even a one week of not fucking you. "Look what you're doing to me. 'm so weak for you, baby."

He rests his head in the crook of your neck, hips working into yours with deep strokes. He's falling apart in your pussy, breathing heavily onto your skin and groping every single inch of your body. The tortuously slow pace is causing the tears to push in the back of the both of your eyes and you clench your thighs around him even tighter.

"You feel so good," you breathe out, the crispy evening air slipping through the crack of your tilted open window and making you shiver as it hits your sweaty skin.

Your arms wrapped around his neck are nearly suffocating him with their hold but he doesn't care for the lack of air, mind only wrapped around making the two of you cum.

"Never doing that again," he mumbles into your neck, hips rutting against yours chaotically. The sound of your moans blends together as you reach your climax in the same time as he spills his seeds inside of you.

His arms tremble on each side of your head, his muscles flexing as he slowly rocks forward to ride out your orgasms. After a moment, he lifts his head up and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose before nuzzling into your warm cheek.

"Never again."

PARK JAY lasts until... November 24th

He was doing so fucking well. There's only less than a week until December and he was absolutely sure he could finish the challenge.

But noooooo... Out of the blue, you've decided that today is the day you finally want to tease him, to make him lose his damn mind and finally fuck you dumb. You can feel his eyes carefully tracing your every move. You put in the effort to sway your hips a little more sensually than usual, to flip your wet hair obnoxiously and let the loose silk robe slip down your left arm, causing your skin to cover with goosebumps only a second after.

And, ah, success, you think to yourself with a small smile playing on your lips as you hear him let out an annoyed sigh, then take impatient strides towards you. You stop in your place when he clicks his tongue and you turn your face slightly to the side, sending him the most confused look you're able to muster.

"Is something the matter?" You ask lightly, facing him fully when he doesn't respond.

That's when his arm wraps itself around your waist and pulls you flush to his chest. He leans down and starts kissing and nibbling at your exposed shoulder, making you slightly arch your back in his embrace. You tilt your head to the side and let his mouth work on your skin.

"You're a bad, bad girl after all, aren't you?" He mumbles into your neck, moving away slightly to look at your face after pulling you even closer to him and grinding his hardened bulge against you.

You suck in a breath when his hand slowly trails up your spine and tangles in your hair, suddenly pulling you down until you're situated on your knees right in front of him. You don't get much to say when he unbuckles his pants and lets them drop to his ankles, his fingers caressing your cheek softly as he looks at you with a wild sparkle in his eye.

"Let's put that pretty little mouth of yours to use now, huh?" He hums, pulling your hair out of your face and into a makeshift ponytail with his hands. "Gonna fuck you for all the days we've lost this month."

SIM JAKE lasts until... November 2nd

As hurt as Jake's pride was when all of his friends had laughed in his face at the idea of him even participating in such event, he has to shamefully admit they were right as now it's only the second day in and he's already folding you in half like a goddamn lawn chair. It's a little pathetic maybe – probably, but he really can't find in himself a single cell to care when you're so prettily sprawled out beneath him like now. He's addicted to you and he finds no shame in admitting so.

He pistons his hips into you, thrust almost maddening as his big hands are placed on each of your lifted thighs. The sounds you let out make him only go faster and rougher, the greed for hearing even more overtaking his senses.

"Take it, baby," he gasps out. Your head lolls backwards into the pillows again and you're no longer able to hold yourself up. "Fucking take it all."

You want to beg for him to give you a break after going at it for so long, but you can't. Because you're just as down bad for him, if not even more. You're slipping away from reality and yet you keep spreading your legs for him, ignoring the burning pain in your flexed muscles.

"'m so close," you choke out, digging your fingers into his toned shoulders and finally wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer to your aching body. "Cum in me, please. Want you to fill me up."

He swears you're gonna make him lose his damn mind.

And yes, his friends were right, he is whipped for you. He is unable to go even three days without feeling you clenching on his cock. He is needy and whiny. But he's also the one who has the most beautiful girl crying out his name in the middle of the night for all the neighbours to hear – not them.

PARK SUNGHOON lasts until... November 13th

He really fucking wanted to win this stupid challenge. You're just too tempting. It's like you've been brought to this earth solely for the purpose of making him fail at this bet.

"Such a tease. Not so funny now, huh?"

He uses his strong arms to hold your thighs down and buries his face deeper in between your legs. You're shaking from the overstimulation, being edged for as long as you are, nearly screaming out as Sunghoon denies another one of your orgasms. He bites into the soft flesh of your inner thigh and swats your hand away when it tugs on his hair desperately.

"Do I really need to tie your hands down for you to finally listen to me, doll?" He sighs with faked annoyance, looking up to watch your flushed and fucked out face scrunching up in frown so prettily again. Your mouth is parted open, letting out his favorite sounds in the entire world each time he made contact with your sensitive clit.

He ducks down to graze his lips over your swollen bud and you jerk in his hold, back arching off the bed and head rolling backwards until you're facing the wooden headboard. Sunghoon pays no mind to the hard and dripping cock in his pants – his focus being on you only.

"You always taste so sweet," he speaks suddenly, making you squirm as his breath hits your wet cunt. "Such a pretty doll. Just for me and my eyes only."

And he thinks that this time he'll finally let you come. He'll have to if he doesn't want you blacking out on him from another orgasm denial. So he slips two of his thick fingers inside of you without a warning. He doesn't even need to move them once to have you coming all over his hand with a cry on your lips, toes curling into the bed sheets as your body trembles underneath his touch.

Sunghoon hasn't even noticed how close to his own release he actually was, so with a surprised yelp he feels the sudden rush of pleasure shooting down his stomach and within a blink of an eye his sweatpants are stained with cum. His eyelids flutter closed as he lets out a long and quiet groan.

"There we fucking go."

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Wait

Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble part 3 - 3.4K WC NSFW 18+

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (you are here!)

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Warnings: SMUT, like gah damn, Feyd being sweet and soft but only for you because fuck everyone else, the Baron being a creep, Reverend Mother - ness, using the voice, blood, virginity loss (its a social construct but whatever), consent king, aftercare, scheming, plotting, play fighting to show who's boss, bad ass reader, honest to god - this is a GOOD one

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You watched as the servants removed the bodies of Feyd’s darlings. They seemed so unbothered, you realized this was probably not the first time they had cleaned up bodies. Your regular maids tried not to watch as they dressed you, keeping their heads low.

“Wait,” you said to the maid removing the blade brought to the ambush from last night. 

Feyd leaned against the doorway, watching. 

“Wait.” you said a bit louder as she moved to leave your apartments.

“STOP.” you said using the voice. 

The woman stopped dead in her tracks, eyes going wide as she stood still. 

“BRING ME THE KNIFE.” you commanded. Your maids moved away from you so the woman could bring you the blade. You felt the cold steel in your palm before your spoke again, “LEAVE US, ALL OF YOU.” 

The door shut quickly and when your eyes met Feyd’s you couldn’t help but comment on his smug appearance. 

“What?” you asked him innocently, tilting your head slightly.

“You’re taking to our ways already. Power suits you, Na-Baroness.” he said as he approached you slowly, picking up your free hand to kiss your knuckles. 

He kissed them softly before you saw his eyes flit to the long knife in your opposite hand. You watched him start to shift his stance slightly. Everything slowed down as you gave him a cheeky smile. He yanked you towards him by the hand he was still holding onto. You ducked down, his grip holding your wrist. You elbowed him in the back of the knee, as he fell you ripped your arm from his grasp. He threw his arm out at you again, attempting to get ahold of you. The force from ripping your arm away threw you back, using that to your advantage you threw both your feet into his chest, kicking him back. He fell onto his back. Before he could anticipate another move you climbed on top of him, knees on his biceps. 

You flipped the knife around, holding it to his neck, “Yield?” you questioned, breathing heavy with a grin tugging at your lips. 

His black teeth were visible between his small panting breaths. You felt his hips shift before you felt one of his legs curl over your shoulder, forcing you to the floor. Now he straddled you, moving to hold one of your arms down you threw the knife, catching it with your opposite. You held the knife to Feyd’s ribs.

“Yield?” you asked again.

“You’re not in a position to be asking me to yield.” he chuckled lowly, “You think I’m afraid of being stabbed?” he chided. 

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Don’t test me, husband.”

“Or what, wife?” he responded. You had never seen him so playful. Granted this was a violent situation and most in your position would be absolutely petrified. 

Not you though. Fear is the mind killer. “LEAN FORWARD.” you said, the voice making his body lurch. You smacked your head into his, knocking him over. He groaned at the sharp pain before he looked at you. You expected rage to be in his eyes; the formidable Feyd Rautha losing a fight? Never. Yet all you saw was complete adoration, and even a hint of lust. You held the knife under his chin, “Yield?” you asked finally.

His eyes raked over you, you were starting to enjoy seeing him on his knees before you. He nodded before standing. You threw the knife onto the bed before looking at him. You left a small cut on his cheek when you headbutted him, you swiped up the dribble of blood seeping out onto your thumb. Feyd watched your every move. You put your thumb in your mouth, sucking the iron from your digit. His pupils were blown wide, the air in the room felt thick. You felt an unfamiliar warmth ignite in your lower belly, it trickled down to your core. You wanted more of the feeling but weren’t sure how to amplify it, or what even caused it.

Your eyes were lost in each other, locked in, focusing solely on the current moment. Feyd’s hands ghosted over your hips, you moved closer to him. Your breaths mingled, lips a centimeter apart. The door flew open, the Reverend Mother entering with fellow Bene Gesserit sisters following behind her. Feyd’s face instantly grew cold, but you could see it was to save face from the immense annoyance he felt. 

“Breed them later,” she said, waving Feyd off. “You have been summoned by The Baron, quickly now.” she said before turning to walk out, expecting you to follow her. 

Your eyes shifted to Feyd who was already looking at you with worry etched onto his sharp features. You opened your mouth to speak before he put his finger over his mouth, motioning for you to hush. He walked to you silently, pulling your dress up he attached his Holtzman shield to your upper thigh. You watched as he turned it on, a blue blur shimmering over you slightly before settling. You felt Feyd’s fingertips ghost over your thigh, making your eyes flutter closed and head tilt back. The warmth from earlier back in full force. Oh - he was what made you feel like that. He released your dress, adjusting it back to its rightful place before he squeezed your hand. “Be cautious, trust no one.” he whispered before leaving, glaring at the Reverend Mother as he went.

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You kneeled before the Baron as you entered the Great Hall. You kept your head down and eyes off him, “Baron.”

“I’ve been told you killed three maids.” he said gruffly, smoking his pipe.

“Three maids who tried to kill me.” you responded, rising.

“And how did you manage this?” he chuckled, “Did Feyd do it? You can tell me, he won’t get in trouble. Maids are so easily replaceable.”

“I assure you, I killed them. I was trained in combat by a former member of the Sardaukar.” you said, hands clenching each other tightly. 

“And you said her sister was preferable? She seems more than adequate.” he said to the Reverend Mother, blowing out a puff of smoke. “How is married life?”

You bit your tongue, not wanting to dignify him with an answer. “I am doing my very best to please the Na-Baron.” you said. 

“My nephew has never been easy to please. He grows bored quickly; and you killed his darlings. What will become of you when he is bored and has no toys?” the Baron laughed.

“We shall see.” you said, jaw clenched, fighting the urge to snap at him. Harkonnen’s are full of fury, but you had learned that patience and planning was the best way to know your enemy. You were always watching, observing. And what you observed now was the Baron, testing you. Seeing which way you would fall, to him or to Feyd. “I live to serve House Harkonnen.” you said, kneeling and holding your arms out, opening yourself up completely. Your head was bowed but you honed your hearing in, listening to the silent exchange between the Reverend Mother and the Baron. This skill was more difficult for you than the voice but you managed. 

You listened to their minds echo.

“Use her to control Feyd.” thought the Reverend Mother.

You could feel the Baron’s agreement, “Control Feyd, control the Emperium entirely.”

You kept your face devoid of emotion, your mind clear so Reverend Mother knew nothing of your eavesdropping. 

“Rise.” said the Baron. 

You gave him a sweet smile, “Might I walk the halls? I have yet to adjust my eyes to the darkness of Geidi Prime, I would like to heighten my sight.” asimple, silly request but one you hoped he would oblige. 

“Of course.” said the Baron. 

You bowed to him and the Reverend Mother before walking out of the hall. You walked back towards your apartments, wanting to talk to Feyd about what just transpired. When you arrived Feyd was nowhere to be found. 

You walked up to your guards, “Where is the Na-Baron?”

“I am unable to say, Na-Baroness.” he said sternly.

“TELL ME.” you snapped at him in the voice. 

“He is in the arena, training.” he said, shaking his head after he told you, unsure why he did so given his orders.

“FETCH HIM.” you commanded before walking back into your apartments, listening to the guards hurried steps. 

You kicked off your shoes and held your stomach, trying to pace your breathing while in such a tight dress. You clawed at the laces of your corset, letting out a grumble when you failed to even untie the initial string. Once you heard the door slide open you turned around. Your breathing was still erratic but you quickly made your way to him. You looked both ways for prying ears, your guards given to you by the Baron himself stood watch.

“LEAVE US.” you told them before shutting and locking the chamber door.

Feyd’s face was covered with confusion. You pulled him into a tight hug, burying your face in his neck. “That man is evil…” you said to him. 

“What?” he responded, pulling you back by your hips.

“The Baron… the Reverend Mother… they want to use me to control you.” you said, looking into his eyes nervously.

“How do you know this?” he asked, tone still gentle, purely inquisitive. 

“How do you think?” your voice echoed in his mind, yet your lips remained unmoving. “Feyd… I’m scared… I don’t want to be some political pawn. I… I just want to be…” you said, biting your lip before you could finish your sentence.

“Want to be what?” he said, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ears before his hands came to cradle your face. 

You sucked in a sharp breath, “Yours.” you paused, “I am your wife, my loyalties lie with you. Always with you. You are the only person I have on this god forsaken planet. The only person I trust. The only person I want.” your hands held his face, eyes glossy with tears. 

He could see it, the genuine nature of everything you just said. Truth be told, he felt the same way. You were the only person he felt anything for, a fire in him burned for you and you alone. You were the only one who could make him vulnerable and soft. He wanted to be that way with you. To be held, cherished, loved. Love. He knew little of it, sex and violence were what fueled him prior to you. Yet here you stood, holding him. Declaring yourself to him, not House Harkonnen. He loved you the minute he saw you, he thought to himself. As if it were fate. 

“Feyd… talk to me.” you said, interrupting his train of thought. 

“I want you too.” he whispered before connecting your lips.

You melted into him, arms going around his neck to deepen the kiss. You felt none of the panic you felt on your wedding night. You wanted him to touch you, feel you, love you. Your tongues mingled together, you mimicked Feyd’s movements. You nipped at his bottom lip instinctually; he sucked in a breath, separating from you. He licked at the drop of blood falling from his lip. 

“Sorry!” you said hurriedly, “I… I’m not really sure what to do.” you could feel your face heating up, thankfully the black sun was eclipsing so the room was shrouded in darkness. Only the red lights in the room cast an ethereal glow.

“What do you want to do?” he asked, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your hips.

“I want you… show me how.” you said.

Feyd leaned back in, kissing you fervently. You felt his hands slide up your hips to start untying your corset. He pulled the ribbon through the endless holes before you felt it go limp. Your breasts peeked out as your dress slowly started to slip off. You felt his hands run up your waist before he slid his hands up your arms.

“Have you never been touched?” he asked, noticing how even the slightest of touches made you squirm.

You shook your head, “No, never.”

“May I touch you?” he whispered as his lips hovered over your neck.

“You already are.” you said, trying to sound like you were still in control of yourself when in reality your mind was hazy. Your senses felt dialed to 11 as he barely touched you. 

“Everywhere. I want to touch you everywhere.” he said, licking your neck quickly before blowing on it, making goosebumps flood over your skin. You shivered slightly, making him smirk. 

“Ok.” you breathed out.

“Ok? Tell me to stop if you want to stop. We don’t have to do this, I want you no matter what.” he said in all seriousness, gaze never leaving yours as he asked for your consent. 

“I want to… please Feyd, make me feel good.” you said, almost moaning it out. The anticipation of his touch driving you mad. 

Feyd wasted no time tugging the rest of your dress down. He ripped the corset away, watching the way the black and red fabric pooled around your hips. He kissed, sucked, licked over the vast expanse of your chest. You held him close, body tingling with every move he made. You let out a small yelp when he took your nipple in his mouth, head falling back when he played with your other breast. He held your thighs before picking you up and carrying you to the bed. He laid you down, legs hanging off the edge. You felt his hands caress your upper body as he kissed his way down. His hands held the last bit of your dress, the fabric was barely being held up by your hips. His eyes flicked to yours, seeking permission. You nodded at him repeatedly. He pulled the dress off, leaving you bare. You felt overly exposed as his eyes wandered over every dip and curve. 

You tried to cover yourself, embarrassed. Feyd’s gentle hands grabbed your wrists, pulling them away from you. “Perfection,” he said, “utter perfection.” 

“I want to see you too.” you said, hands tugging on the bottom of his shirt. He removed his upper armor and shoes before stopping.

“Come take what you want.” he said, lust completely consuming him. He wanted to see how desperate you were for him, how much you needed him. 

You smirked but he didn’t miss the slight tremble in your hands as you pulled his shirt off. Your eyes drank in his pale torso. Muscles rippled over his entire body, you didn’t even realize you were already moving to touch him. You felt over him before needing more like some insatiable beast. Your hands couldn’t move fast enough as you fiddled with his belt, his pants finally loose enough for you to pull down. All that remained was his underwear, you could see a straining bulge in his pants. Feyd pushed you back gently so you were laying with your legs off the bed once more. You rested on your elbows, watching to see what he was doing. He dropped to his knees before you. His hand pushed your legs apart.

“So good… is this all for me?” he asked, his head inching closer to your dripping core.

Before you could answer he attached his mouth you your clit, “Ah, fuck!” you moaned. He ate you out like a man starved. He had one goal in mind, make you cum on his tongue twice before he even considered fucking you. Your body writhed, the pleasure consuming you completely. His strong arms held your hips down, your thighs encasing his head. You felt the heat in your lower belly start to spill over, it flowed in your veins scorching you. Your back arched as he sucked and licked at you incessantly.

“Feyd!” you shrieked, unable to compose yourself as you were overwhelmed with an indescribable feeling of euphoria. 

Feyd didn’t slow his movements, he watched your slick coat his fingers before he teased your entrance. Your body trembled as he slowly pumped his two fingers in and out of you. He kept his pace for a moment before speeding up, resuming his sucking on your clit. Your soft mewls and whines were music to his ears. “Come on love, I know you can be a good girl for me and cum.”

He mumbled as he was more focused on sucking your bundle of nerves than talking. You clamped your thighs around his head as you rode his face, milking your orgasm for all it was worth. When you finally loosened your grip on his head he nipped and sucked love bites into your inner thighs before kissing his way up to you. “You alright?” he asked. 

“I never want to leave this bed.” you chuckled, caressing his face. You felt his bulge rubbing against your sensitive core slightly. You decided to test out his reactions. You grinded into him, he was painfully hard. He let out a strangled groan. You slipped your hand between your bodies, your hand dipping into his underwear finally gripping him where he wanted you most. You watched his eyes flutter closed. You paced yourself as you tugged him off, watching his face for reactions while listening to the little noises he made. Your thumb rubbed over his slick tip, making him lurch forwards.

“W - wait…” he huffed out.

You let go of him immediately, “Did I do something wrong?” 

“The opposite actually…” he said with a breathy laugh. You watched as he pulled his underwear off, you gasped when his cock slapped against his stomach. You watched the black precum leak from his pale pink tip. You took him all in, he was beautiful.

“Do you want to have sex?” he asked, kissing over your chest and neck lazily. 

You bucked your hips up to him. He ran his cock through your folds, hitting your clit while coating you in him. You felt him position himself before he looked at you with a worried gaze. “This might hurt,” he said before pushing in slowly. 

You expected pain but this felt like you were being torn in half. You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes, slipping down your face when Feyd finally bottomed out. He held still, eyes finally flitting to your face, he saw your tears. He glanced down, he saw his black seed mixed with your crimson blood. “Do you want to stop?” he asked, feeling guilty for making you hurt even if it’ll bring you pleasure. 

“No,” you shook your head, “Keep going.” you said pulling him closer to you so you could hook your legs around his waist. 

This position felt much better and as he started moving, you felt the pain ebb into pleasure. Tears kept falling from your eyes but these were tears of joy, of bliss. He couldn’t find where to look, everywhere his eyes landed he saw something more delicious than the last place he looked. He became entranced with your belly, watching the bulge reappear with every thrust. He sped up, his high approaching quickly. You sensed his urgency, rubbing your clit furiously you pushed yourself over the edge. You felt your pussy milking him for everything he was worth, you also felt his hot seed deep inside you. Feyd collapsed on top of you, using the last of his strength to keep himself from crushing you. He shifted to lay next to you. Neither of you said anything for a moment before Feyd stood up and walked into the bathroom. Your heart dropped, was he just using you for sex? He returned before your thoughts could spiral. He wiped your face with the damp cloth before he gently cleaned between your legs, careful not to overstimulate your puffy clit. He wiped his cock before throwing the cloth to the floor. You shimmied backwards, pulling the covers over yourself. Feyd followed suit. You cuddled into him instantly. 

“Thank you.” you said sleepily.

“For what?” he asked, massaging your scalp.

“Everything,” you mumbled. He smiled watching you try to fight sleep. “I love you Feyd.” 

He halted his movements for a second before curling into you, holding you. “I love you Y/N.” he kissed your head, holding you close. He let the warmth of the moment envelop him. Yep, this was love. Feyd Rautha, the psychotic killer, was deeply in love.

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Naboo's Note:

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Ticci toby x gn!Reader

Wandering into the wrong woods.

warnings!: mentions of axes, blood, and violence

You got bored and wandered out to the woods by your house. You’ve done this plenty of times, sometimes you’ll even take a book or some snacks with you and have some self reflection on a fallen tree.

This time you just brought yourself, not thinking much about it. As you walk through the woods the only noises are the sounds of nature and the sound of leaves and sticks crunching under your shoes.

You lose track of time and how far you’ve gone out, too lost in your daydreams and the imaginary scenarios you were creating in your head. Eventually you tune back into reality only to realize these woods look very different and dark.

Chills run down your spine as you come to terms with the thought that you’re lost, you turn around, not remembering if you took any drastic turns or detours to get here, mentally slapping yourself for not paying attention and getting lost in your head so easily.

Your racing thoughts were interrupted by a rough voice, “You-u-agh lost babydoll?” you quickly snap your body around and see a man standing a good amount of feet away from you. His body jerks and snaps, and he lets out a few little noises and sounds.

The man has orange tinted goggles pulled up on his messy brown hair, a blood stained tan and black hoodie with dark blue jeans that also appear to have blood and dirt caked on it, He has a stripped mask covering his nose and mouth, and the axe he’s holding to his side has blood dripping down it.

Your heartbeat picks up as your brain demands you to run, run as fast and as far as possible, but you don’t listen to it, “Uhm.. nono i’m fine..” you say, failing to sound confident. The man laughs at your poor confidence and fearful expression.

He takes a few steps closer to you, twitching and jerking his neck, each and every movement he makes sends shocks down your spine. “Hm is-is t-that so?” the man stutters out , almost like he’s mocking you.

“Yes. i’m fine. get away from me.” You respond quickly, the anxiety evident in your voice as you take a few cautious steps back.

“Oh-h darling.. i’m n-no-not going to h-hurt-ugh you” He teases as he points at you with his blood stained axe, his eyes are extremely dilated and bloodshot, a manic expression placed on his face. He thrives off your anxiety.

You end up backing up into a tree, finding yourself helpless as the anxiety keeps you frozen in place, you give up and let the tears fall , “Please just leave me alone!” You cry out in a pathetic attempt to keep him away.

The man laughs manically at your cries, “awh? s-some-one s-s-scared?” He says between laughter. You say nothing in return as you continue to sob.

“ugh, Gah! s-shut up already!” He screams at you, The masked man getting fed up with your stupid cries. He waste no time flipping his axe over the the blade-less side and knocking you unconscious.

You body falls limp onto the damp forest ground. Toby stands over your body, breathing heavy and shallow, he straps the axe to his belt loop and picks you up, dangling you over his shoulder with ease.

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Dress Up Part 4: Last Preview

This will be the final big preview for y’all, I’m hoping to have this finished by Sunday! Luci’s here! There is one little nod towards some naughtiness~

You laughed to yourself, now slightly more worried. Perhaps this wasn’t the best idea after all, but you’ve already come this far. You sauntered through the front door and made your way towards Lucifer’s workshop, right where you left him. You knocked on the large wooden door. No answer. You slowly opened the door and realized Lucifer was not at his work bench. There was, however, a small handwritten note on top of his desk. You made your way over and picked up the beautiful hand written letter.

Welcome back, my love! If you're looking for me, I'll be in the kitchen! I have a surprise for you! ♥

~ Your Luci

You smiled sweetly at his letter. Before you made you made your way to the kitchen, you took a small detour to your bedroom, hiding Asmodeus's gifts under one of the large pillows on the bed. The gears were turning in your head as you formulated a plan. Finding your way to the dining room, you were greeted to the site of a lovely set table complete with a large vase full of pristine red roses with petals decorating the tablecloth beneath, flickering candles, and golden cutlery that glistened in the candlelight. Lucifer always knew how to go above and beyond, the view was nothing short of perfection. You took a few steps more and pushed open the swinging door to the kitchen, at last laying eyes on your husband across the room. He mustn't have heard you as he hadn't turned around. The sweet familiar smell of chocolate chip pancakes permeated the air as you watched him effortlessly flip one of the pancakes back into the pan. Ever the showman even when no one was watching. Or, at least he thought as much.

"It smells delicious in here," you called out to him.

"GAH!" Lucifer exclaimed in surprise, losing grip on the pan which clattered to the stove top. He turned around, his face softening and flashing you his signature toothy grin. "Oh, honey, you're back!" Quickly, he turned the dial on the stove to the 'off' position and discarded his 'Kiss The Cook' apron, tossing it to the floor and wrapped you in a tight embrace, his lips pecking every inch of your face before stopping at your lips. "You startled me! How dare you sneak up on me, and on our anniversary of all days!" he said playfully, placing another quick peck to your lips.

You could only giggle in response. "I'm sorry, Luci. I didn't think I had the power to frighten the devil himself, though. You're lucky I didn't try to give you a hug just now!"

"Oh, it would have been an unmitigated disaster, I assure you!" Lucifer joked. "But don't worry, all is forgiven. You're just in time too! Go have a seat out there and I'll be right behind you."

He gave you one last kiss on the forehead before releasing his grip on you and making his way back to the stove. You did as he asked and took a seat in one of the two empty chairs. Less than a minute passed before Lucifer threw his hip into the door carrying two huge stacks of pancakes in each hand, placing them down ever so delicately in front of you. With a quick snap of his fingers, your pancakes were doused in a cacophony of strawberries, bananas, and syrup.

"Bon appétit," Lucifer chuckled. He took his seat across from you, outstretching his hand to hold yours while you indulged in your perfect breakfast for dinner. "So tell me," Lucifer started to say after swallowing a mouthful of pancakes, "where did you disappear to today?"

You stopped chewing for a moment and swallowed the bits of banana that remained. "O-Oh, nowhere special. I was just...looking for a special gift."

"A present for moi?" Lucifer feigned surprise. "Do I get to know what it is?"

"Soon, love, I promise," you reassured him, "I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise too soon. We haven't even gotten to dessert yet!"

Lucifer leaned down an placed a small kiss to the back of your hand. "Unfortunately, I didn't have enough time to prepare anything. Please forgive me," he looked up at you with a small seductive grin. "But there is something sweet I've been dying to taste all day, my darling, and it's sweeter than any dessert I could ever conjure. I'm practically starving!"

You felt your cheeks burn as you smiled back at him coyly. After patting your face with your napkin, you stood up slowly and took a few steps towards your insatiable husband. You bent down, pressing your soft lips against his ear. "You need to learn to control that sweet tooth of yours, Luci," you teased him. Lucifer let out a shallow breath. You took a few steps back, placing your hands on your hips. "If you want dessert, you’re going to have to earn it." You snapped a portal open behind you without so much as a warning. “Come find me!” You sprinted through the portal, finding yourself in the adjacent hallway across from where you left your ravenous lover. You heard the dining room doors crash open followed by an amused laugh.

“So that’s how you want to play it, huh?” Lucifer’s voice carried, “Alright, then…”

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i've been so focused on IYHM for the past couple months... now that the pub date is so close, i'm full of giddy anticipation and terrible dread. so thank you everyone for the love and well wishes! it's really getting me through it.

also, i wasn't sure how to announce this so i wanted to mention it while i'm here: Waterstones now has a special sprayed edge edition of IYHM! i got my copy a little while back and it's really gorgeous. if you like paperbacks i think the color is a lovely touch!

and as another reminder, i'll be having an in-person launch event next tuesday with Brick & Mortar Books in Redmond, WA! truthfully i'm torn between my desire to interact with people and my embarrassment at being seen in public, so please feel free to spare yourselves lmao 😭 i wasn't sure i'd do an event at all but i decided to try at least once before deciding if it's for me. so we'll see how it goes!

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[koolades-world]

Words cannot express how much I adore your writing, ESPECIALLY when it comes to Satan, like hands down one of the best Satan writers🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ but besides that- I would really love to see how the brothers react to MC who is… well… sensitive. As in- they care a lot about the brothers, and would obviously never even dream of hurting them let alone in reality. So I picture MC being extremely upset of the power they hold due to the seven pacts after the first time they use ‘stay’ (lesson 26-15). Then cue the events that result in MC getting the ring of light. Them being borderline horrified of their strength and tries to isolate themself thinking they might be a threat to brothers, even though at the back of their mind they know that the brothers could never actually be fatally injured because of them.

hello! of course :)

thank you so much for the satan writer compliment GAH he’s just my little guy and I’m glad people like my take on him. my sweet satan. hes the flame, and i am but a tiny moth drawn to his character potential and literally everything else about him

also, thank you for specifically requesting what you wanted!! usually I have no clue what people want and just guess haha. it's a little longer than a drabble would be so idk what it is anymore lol

hope you like where I went with this! did both satan and luci. enjoy <3

Sensitive Mc who's afraid of hurting the brothers

Satan

Satan was alone in his room, reading, when he was suddenly hit with a concerning thought. He had been meant to gift you that human world book he'd managed to find a second hand bookstore. Coincidentally, the two of you had been talking about that same book just yesterday, so he had to pick it up for you. He'd actually been hoping the two of you could read it together because he'd never read it. He could already imagine reading it aloud to you, how you’d be cuddled up in his lap, arms around him and using him as your personal pillow.

After he finished the page he was on, he grabbed the book. He'd probably have to reread everything he read before thinking of you, but that was alright. He’d learnt to treasure every moment he could with you. You were the only thing that could truly cause him to temporarily lose interest in a book.

With that, he set off, book in hand, to find you. First he check your room. It wasn’t unusual to not find you there. His brothers often dragged you elsewhere. Next he checked the library, his brothers’ rooms, and the attic, but it was to no avail. That was when he started to get worried. He started to call you and text you. He could see that you were reading his messages and the calls were ringing all the way through, but you didn’t reply once.

That's when he started to freak out. Every bad thing that could've possibly happened ran through his head. He stopped, and took a deep breath to clear his head to try and think more rationally. He knew he needed to find you, and while he knew telling his brothers was the best course of action, he figured he'd check your room one last time, just in case he managed to miss you somehow. As he stepped into your room and shut the door behind him, he caught sight of you. You were seated away from the door, head down on the table.

"Mc! There you are. I've been looking for you." He stepped towards you and put his hand on your shoulder. You jumped very suddenly, and whipped your head around to face him. The expression on your face wasn't one he'd ever seen you make. You looked deeply fearful, more so than when facing one of his angry brothers, or himself for that matter. The two of you made steady eye contact for a moment, before you suddenly stood up.

"Mc?" Satan was confused and concerned. You placed both of your hands on his chest and pushed him away as hard as you could before running to the opposite side of the room. "What's the matter?" He recovered quickly from his minor stumble.

"Stay back! I'm a monster. I can't hurt you. You mean too much to me." Satan got deja vu. He swore he'd said something exactly like that in the past. Your hands shook as you held them out in front of you, urging him to stop his advances towards you. You seemed to be struggling to hold them up, as your arm began to fall and your fingers could hardly stay upright. He saw himself in you in that moment. Afraid, alone, and confused, just like how he felt when he first came into being. While he wanted nothing more than to go comfort you, he found himself frozen mid-step towards you. This sent you into another fit of tears.

"See? I can't do anything right." You sobbed.

"Mc, please unfreeze me. I promise you, you can't hurt me." He could hear the desperation growing in his voice, and he was sure you could too.

"What if I hurt you on accident though? I don't know what I'd do. I care too much about you to do that to you." You tried to avoid eye contact, since looking into his eye was too painful.

"It's going to be alright. It'll take a lot to drive me away from you, because I care. If it ever gets to the point of you hurting me, I won't be upset with you because I know you didn't mean it. I trust you no matter what. Everything you just said proves that. Now, please, let me hug you. You need one." You eyed him skeptically.

"I don't trust me." You swiped away some of the tears with the back of your hand, but they kept flowing.

"You've already done so much for this family, and for me. Please, let me return the favor. I'll always be by your side. If the situation ever arises, we can work through it together. I'm not afraid to do what it takes to remain by your side." He silently implored you to meet his eyes, and when you finally did, he knew he'd gotten through to you.

"Alright. Come here." You smiled a little through the tears, and let your arms fall to your side. Like magic, Satan was able to move again and he quickly rushed forward to scoop you up. He held you close to him, gently wiping away your tears.

"I hope you can sense how much I care about you." He rubbed your back and sighed as you began to hug him back.

"Thank you." He knew that hurting him was probably the thing you feared most. He understood that, and promised himself that the two of you would work through that fear together. You changed his life, and wanted to really make sure you knew and didn't undermine how impactful you actually are to him.

Lucifer

It was late. Lucifer had already completed his nightly rounds and was doing paperwork, as usual. He'd made it through about half his stack, and had resolved to finishing it by morning.

He heard the the quiet footsteps of someone walking by his room, down the hall and up the stairs to the attic. With a sigh, he got up and followed whoever it was. He was too late to catch whoever it was, but he decided he'd let them get to the to top of the stairs before he went up after them.

He stood there for a moment, thinking. The only people who went to the attic were the twins, and occasionally you, if one of the twins happened to be up there. Really, only Belphie liked to be up there, and Beel and you just followed him, because he'd never seen either of you up there of your own volition. He wasn't sure why whoever it was needed to be up there at this hour. Belphie and Beel are usually knocked out at this hour. As he passed Levi's room, he heard the sound of a videogame and an angry sigh. Soft music was coming from Asmo's. The rest of the house was dead silent. Lucifer heard the stair at top of the staircase creak, meaning they'd reached the top landing. With that, he set off after them.

Once at the top of the stairs, he initially didn't see anyone and he quickly questioned if he'd been hearing things. Then, he spotted you sitting next to the window, hugging your legs and chin resting on your knees. Before he could speak, you beat him to it.

"Hello." You didn't turn around, or move at all.

"Mc. What are you doing up at this hour?" He stayed where he was, hoping that your conversation together would be quick.

"I could ask you the same thing." Usually, you'd say that with vigor, or some sort of enjoyment in your voice, but, your voice was flat.

"Very funny. Now, answer the question." He crossed his arms. While you were behaving a little strangely, he hoped it was just because it was late and continued as he usually would.

"Couldn't sleep. Didn't want to bother anyone." You sighed.

"I'm sorry to hear that. You are welcome to join me in my room tonight, if that might help." He felt a little sympathetic after you'd told him what was wrong. It would be nice to have them in his room as company, and a motivation to work faster.

"I've just been... thinking, is a good way to put it." All of your thoughts seemed jumbled, because everything that come out of your mouth, despite seemingly thinking hard about it, came out strangely.

"That's oddly vague, Mc." He took a few more steps towards you, but you still kept yourself turned towards the window. You remained silent, so he took the final few steps until he was right behind you.

"Lucifer. Will you make me a promise?" You turned to him slowly for the first time that evening. The little bit of moonlight streaming in through the window half illuminated your face. He could tell you hadn’t slept at all that night, maybe longer. The circles under your eye were very telling. The way you looked back at him unsettled him. That in itself spoke more words than he could ever say. There was a far off look in your eyes, like you were staring right through him. He never thought he'd be afraid of you, but the way you were behaving was scaring him.

“Of course, my love. Anything.” You turned back to the window, but he could tell you kept looking at him through the corner of your eyes.

“Promise me you’ll stop me if I ever do anything that might hurt your or your brothers. At any cost.” That sentence sent a shiver down Lucifer’s spine. It was an accomplishment to say that you could make a chill wrack through the body of Diavolo's right hand man, but this moment was anything but joyous or celebratory. The implications of your statement were grim.

"What are you talking about?" He stumbled on his words a little, unsure how to approach what you just asked.

"I'm not really sure how to put how I feel into words. But, that's what I do know." You glanced between him and the view outside the window.

"If you could, please try to enlighten me." He sat beside you

"I'm unsure of the power I have. I feel like I shouldn't have this. I'm unworthy and afraid of what I might do. You saw what I did on accident. I didn't mean to really make all of you stop like that. I know it didn't hurt too bad but... I just don't know how I feel." You sighed again.

"I understand how you feel, I believe. You're more than worthy to wield the power you do. It's not easy to quell the seven avatars of sin, but, you are, aren't you? Do not discredit yourself. I'm sure you know you could never hurt any of us, right?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow at you, awaiting your response.

"I'm not discrediting myself, I'm just afraid is all, alright? Sorry if I've felt distant lately. It's just been on my mind for a while." You snapped to face him again.

"I see. Please, do not isolate yourself like that from us again. We can work through this together. I know you're afraid of hurting us, but the day that happens is the day the Devildom freezes over, alright? We care." He paused. "I care."

A gentle smile made its way across your face. "Thanks. I think I'll always be a little afraid, honestly. But, I trust you, and I know you mean what you say." Lucifer remembered what you'd said earlier. He hoped he'd never have to follow through that.

For now though, he hoped to treasure this moment with you, and hopefully help you get to bed with the little nugget of peace he'd given you.

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The Lady Whistledown Papers : 1x2 - Shock and Delight (Part 1)

Hi! Welcome back to The Lady Whistledown Papers, where I’m taking an in-depth look at Penelope Featherington and Colin Bridgerton’s character arcs and romance within the show Bridgerton!

For previous issues, follow tag : The Lady Whistledown Papers

You know, I've never really paid attention to the episode names until I started going this... Time to shock and delight you. Okay, maybe not shock you. But hopefully delight you! As this episode gives a bit of comedy in the best way!

Condition

Okay, before I get into it, I need to mention that it feels weird seeing actual servants in the Featherington household. I'm used to just seeing Varley and Rae -- and I know them losing money is a plot point later on but I'm kind of curious to watch for when it changes.

In general, though, the first season feels like it was best at trying to be closer to historical accuracy? Look - I love Season 3, and it is by far my favorite, but it is historical fantasy more than anything else.

Anyway, we kick off this episode with the Featherington girls gossiping a bit about Marina's 'condition'. How did they find out? Servants? I don't think Marina actually confided in any of them. And with their lack of knowledge on clear display in this scene (among others) I don't think they worked it out for themselves.

I kind of love the little bit of comedy we get in this scene. Everything from Portia's over-reaction to the situation, Varley's quick little -- 'they know' comment, Lord Featherington (does this dude have a first name, gah, I should google it)'s chill calm down hysterical wife comment, to the Prudence's 'eeww' look during the whole scene.

And then Penelope's startled little 'oh no!' look when Portia claims if they don't knock it off, pregnancy could be catching. Makes me laugh every time. Girl does not want to be pregnant and have babies this very second.

But I mean, in all seriousness, it's really sad how poorly women were educated. They know nothing about sex or babies or anything and while it's use as a source for comedy on the show (there are truly some amazing moments because of this) it does show just how much these women are sheltered.

Two key points for Penelope here, though... A) Gossip queen is gossiping. She wants to know! And I mean, she wants to know because she truly is a curious person and who knows she's not getting the full information that's out there. I love that she wants to know things, and yes, she does like the gossip, but she loves knowledge, too, and I love that about her. B) I want to state right here --- they'll show later in this episode how gossip is key for communication. Penelope knows NOW that Marina is pregnant but chooses to keep that information safe and sacred. Because she has no want or need to really harm Marina in anyway. Another person as Lady Whistledown may not have been so careful with the information.

Accomplishments

I LOVE this little scene. It is great for both Eloise and Penelope -- as it shows off a lot of their characters and character dynamics in a very short scene.

Eloise is going on and on about Daphne and Simon, and how it shouldn't really be a big deal that someone finds someone else attractive. Who cares - there are accomplishments to achieve. We learn a LOT about Eloise - what she values in life, her frustrations with being a woman, and how women can't get anywhere on their own and are forced to be attached to men. It's really her struggle through the whole series -- and why I love her character so much.

(And, as an aside, why I struggle to reconcile the possibility that Eloise is going to have some kind of traditional love match -- let this girl be single and free! Or... something.)

But here's the thing about Eloise -- she goes on and on and on, and I think a lot of the time Penelope is right there with her. But I think for different reasons. Eloise comes from a very stable and loving household. She wants to go see the world and learn about it and achieve things for herself -- but she does so from a desire of extreme independence.

Penelope wants that independence, too, but maybe in a different way, for a different reason. As I mentioned above, Penelope is a very curious person, too, and wants to learn and know things. But she also comes from a very verbally abusive household, that doesn't seem to love her unconditionally. She's also treated like an ugly duckling by the ton in a way that Eloise is not. She yes, she wants to be the same strong, independent woman, too, but she has desires in the way that Eloise doesn't.

She longs for romance and love and acceptance and feels lonely and in all those ways she diverges from Eloise. Their friendship is fantastic, and I love it, but they've come together feeling like outsiders, and ultimately, their goals in life are different, even if they think similarly and enjoy and want similar things in life. It's an interesting contrast that will be the source of friction for the series.

Here's the other thing about Eloise -- (and I say this with all the love for Eloise, because she's one of my favorite characters) -- she loves to talk, but she's terrible at listening. She's (rightfully) indignant about a lot of things, but she pays little attention to what's going on around her.

(I mean. I'll say this right here -- I'm genuinely confused how (other than the plot needed her to be) she didn't pick up that Penelope had feelings for Colin. It is so blatantly obvious all the time. But I mean, one can chalk it up to Eloise being in her own little world and us being more privy to Penelope's inner thoughts. Still...)

Penelope is kind of lost in her own thoughts -- thinking about babies and Marina and confusion over how a thing like it happened. Penelope fills Eloise in on the situation (only lies and claims it a maid). I love the bit of comedy we get in Eloise discussing this -- the little digs at Portia for being old, and then Eloise's utter fear that the 'maid' is unmarried. WHAT IF IT HAPPENED TO THEM!! No doubt, this would be the utter worst for Eloise. She does have accomplishments to acquire.

It's interesting the Penelope is the harder read in this scene. She's worried for Marina. She's worried for herself. She doesn't necessarily seem to enjoy the scandal of it. So, now the two of them need to figure this all out. Pen will eventually go talk to Marina. Eloise as something Pen doesn't have... a family to ask... (for what good that will do.)

Babies

We are back in the Bridgerton drawing room where Colin (and Benedict) are doing what brothers do best and are teasing their sister -- Daphne, for getting so much attention at the ball. No, look, one of the things I adore about this show is that they don't shy away from actual sibling dynamics. The playfulness and antagonistic nature they all have with each other is delightful and real and as someone who has three brothers of her own, this author appreciates it.

I cannot stress this enough -- CLAUDIA. JESSIE. IS. A. GODDAMN. COMEDIC. MASTERMIND. (Another reason she and Nicola work so well together as Eloise and Pen.) Her delivery of -- 'how does a lady come to be with child' and 'I thought one needed to be married. Apparently that's not even a requirement' just gets me every time. I love her bluntness.

Colin has some great background moments, at first snickering at the question and then in shock that Eloise keeps pushing the subject. Again, great sibling dynamics in this scene.

I love that Eloise goes directly to her brothers -- which, again, I love this sibling bit. I have to wonder how many times Eloise did go to her older siblings -- and specifically her older brothers -- to find something out. And I have to wonder if most of the time, her brothers are happy to indulge. Here... it's a bit awkward.

Benedict doesn't even want to acknowledge the conversation. Colin is going to do what he always does -- and makes a joke out of it with the visiting a farm suggestion. (I LOVE Benedict smacking him upside the head -- it's such a brother thing to do then they're being a smartass.)

And I mean - okay, there's the obligatory mature vs immature comment I feel like I should make about Colin here. I do think Season 1 Colin is young, and is immature. He's also the youngest boy out of the initial three, who is prone to making light of situations, especially when his older brothers are often so serious.

But... maturity (or lack of) aside, this is honest to god such a sibling thing. It really doesn't matter how old they all get, Colin will probably continue to make jokes because he can.

I also want to mention, even though Eloise and Benedict are probably closer as siblings, I think Colin is more inclined to help Eloise when he can. He's got a good natured and helpful heart, even if he does it in the most sibling way possible.

THE TAKE OUR STICKS OUT INNUENDO! Honest to god, this moment makes me cackle every time. Colin Bridgerton! Indeed!

I love that Benedict is giggling. I love that Eloise is just so confused. I love that Colin is now intentionally getting under his mother's skin. It's such a funny, little family moment of ridiculousness.

I don't think this show gets enough credit for its moments of comedy, because they have some great comedians on the show.

I hope you enjoyed that bit of levity from Colin - because it's 8 minutes into the episode and that's the last we'll see of him in any kind of meaningful way for the rest of the hour. :P

An Extra

Alright, well, we'll have to go wade in the dramatic side of the pool for a moment with some unhinged Anthony.

The reason I'm even bothering is that we get a mention of Colin and Pen when Anthony is raving about how little it means that Daphne is being 'courted' by Simon. He's trying to claim that without a proposal, what Daphne and Simon are doing in public isn't much of anything. -- Look at Colin dancing around with the Featherington girl. That doesn't mean anything -- it couldn't possibly mean anything, they're just friends. Kinda. Whatever. Daphne - you dancing with Simon is nothing like that!

Lol - Anthony is some day going to have to think over every interaction he's noticed between Colin and Penelope and reevaluate things.

But the point here, it's a nice little Easter Egg. It's nice way of nodding that Daphne and Simon are a little like Colin and Pen, and that Colin and Pen are a little like Daphne and Simon and, yes, we will get to that love story but right now we're in the middle of being dramatic so that'll have to wait a few years.

Anyway... it's a cute little shout out, and a nice stopping place for now... :)

[maddogofshimano]

Majima Goro Presents: The Do-Or-Die Beach's Heart-throbbing Scratcher Struggle!

if you’re a Majima fan, you’ve probably already seen the newest Majima card floating around. so, uh, yeah, this is the tie-in event with the sexy summer banner! and it might be a little more picture heavy than usual for NO particular reason! also there’s going to be LORE!!

Summary: The Majima Family has won a bid to run a beach clubhouse for the summer, on the condition that they build it in a single week. The Majima Family is in high spirits though, as this is a chance to finally show off to their boss. A sudden contest declared by Majima dramatically raises the stakes--it’s do-or-die time!

One early summer day, after Majima Goro had launched Majima Construction... The members of the Majima Family arrived at a certain beach.

[chainsaw noises] Minami: Nishida no aniki! I cut all the lumber ya asked me to, I think it's good!

Nishida: Ah! Thanks! Gary, could you carry that lumber over there?

Gary: Roger! Over there!

Nishida: Well then Minami, next if you could do this. Minami: Leave it to me! [more chainsawing] Nishida: ...As usual, our boss is being unreasonable. Nishida: It's really fortunate that we got the rights to manage a beach house, but because of that we have to get it done in just a week. Young Majima Family Member A: Leave all this timber to me! I'll get all of them moved!

Family Member B: Leave all the high up work for me! High up places are my specialty, you see! I can handle it all on my own! Nishida: ....Somehow, there's guys like that who are awfully motivated. I wonder if something's going on... Minami: ...Nishida no aniki! I've finished it! Minami: Ya want me to haul this lumber over to the assembly site? Nishida: Mhm. Over there. I'll help with this once I'm done. Minami: No way! Leave it all to me! I can handle this kind of thing all on my own! Nishida: No way, that's impossible. No one but Gary can handle this size of log on their own...

Minami: Grrr.... Nishida: Eh... seriously... Minami: ....Guhhh..... [Minami makes it 4 steps] Minami: ....Gah!

[and then collapses] Nishida: Minami!? Are you okay!? [and he's back up] Minami: I'm totally okay! My foot just slipped a lil, that's all... Nishida: Well that's good... don't get too reckless, okay? Minami: I won't.... sorry, I just wanna do my best on gettin' this impossible beach house construction job done. Minami: I've been slackin' on all my other jobs just so I'd be in flawless condition and be able to give it my all.... Nishida: Eh? Wh-What do you mean by that? Minami: I want the boss to recognize me already, so that I can make my way up the Majima Family. Minami: But lately with how big that Family's gettin', there ain't been so many opportunities for him to see me out there working my ass off, ya know? Minami: So, if I wanna get promoted quick and be important in the Majima Family, I gotta work extra hard in places like this where the boss can see me!

Nishida: ...I see. But, no matter how big the Family gets, he's still keeping an eye on all of us, don't you think? Nishida: So even if you don't do anything impossible right now, it's fine if you work hard regularly... Minami: No way... I know it's Majima, but even he can't keep track of every member of the family's work... Minami: It's not just me sayin' it either, you know. Other junior members have been talkin' about it. Minami: "If you want to show Boss Majima your real power, your chance should come in a brawl or a raid, but he's always on the front line and handles it all himself before you ever have an opportunity to show him anything good". Minami: That's why everyone's so excited to be here with him watching us directly, even if we had to cut corners elsewhere. Nishida: Ah... now that you mention it, there were some strangely enthusiastic guys here... Minami: You see? And I'm not gonna lose to them, so I'm going to show the boss what I'm made of even if it seems impossible! Nishida: So that's how it is... but... either way, he's not here right now, right? Minami: Eh?

Nishida: Earlier he said he was going to go wander around the neighborhood by himself and took off. Minami: ...S-Seriously!? So he didn't see me at all... Minami: What the hell... so I've been doin' all this bullshit for nothing... Nishida: (You want our boss to see you, huh. It's certainly true that the family has gotten a lot bigger, and it's a patriarch-dictator type system...) Nishida: (And it's unclear on if he's watching and evaluating anyone... no wonder the younger members are anxious about it.) Nishida: (I'd like to do something to ease some of that worry... But what would be good to do?) Majima: Everyone! Your boss is back~! Stop workin' for a bit! Nishida: Ah, rumor has it that he's returned or something. [we cut over to Majima] Majima: Heheheh... Hey guys, come see some of the real nice stuff I bought~! (Tl note: 😳 😳 😳 )

Minami: Boss! What's the nice stuff?

Majima: Gimme a second! What I have here... is these scratchers!!!!

Nishida: Oh, those scratchers! The man in the shopping district had them, right? People around town have said it's very popular due to the great prizes. Majima: And how! On my neighborhood stroll I found a store with a shit ton of 'em! So I bought them all! Majima: These are somethin' that can be handed out at a newly opened beach house... Majima: Combining the popularity of a beach house with the popularity of these scratchers... a sure fire flood! of! customers!

All Majima Family Members: Woooooah~! Minami: I get it... Exactly what I'd expect from the boss! You sure have a head for business~! Nishida: ................ Majima: Heheh, what's wrong Nishida. Is my great idea sooo good that you're left speechless? Nishida: No... it's just... the plan was to have the beach house's opening in a week, right? Majima: ....Yeah. What's that got to do with anythin'? Nishida: .....I'm pretty sure that..... the last day the scratchers can be turned in for prizes is.... tomorrow? Majima: .........Haw!!?? You're sayin'... I won't be able to hand these scratchers out to customers!?

Nishida: ...Y.... Yes sir. Those scratchers... on the back... didn't they write the prize exchange period? Majima: The exchange period on the back...? Majima: ...No fuckin' way! Winning scratchers really do gotta be cashed in by tomorrow! What the hell am I supposed to do with this, Nishida!? Nishida: I don't think I'm the person to ask... Nishida: Wait, that's it! If they're going to go to waste anyways, why don't we hand them out with flyers for the beach house or something? Majima: Dumbass! I paid for all this shit, why would I give 'em out for free? Nishida: Th-That's true~.... Majima: On the other hand, just cashin' them in for prizes is boring... There's gotta be some interestin' way to use them... (Tl note: Majima's beautiful smoky eyeshadow remains. he got the waterproof kind)

Majima: ......That's it! Nishida: .........I have a bad feeling about this. Minami: Eh? Majima: Scratcher! Struggle! Minami: What's a... scratcher struggle? Majima: Simple! I give all of ya a couple of the scratchers, and then ya fight to the death over 'em! Majima: This way, the scratchers get used, I get to enjoy watchin' it, and you all have fun too! Three birds, one stone, right? Nishida: ....Of course it's something like this~. Majima: Ya get to keep whatever scratchers ya steal, or course. And, furthermore! An extra prize! Minami and Nishida: Extra prize...? Majima: I'll be giving the executive position next to mine to whoever collects the most scratchers!!!! [everyone shouts YOSHAAAA!!!] Family Member A: ...Next to the boss.....! Family Member B: Executive position!? Gary: Woah! Let's have some fun! Nishida: The executive position... next to the boss!? So you could become captain from this!? Nishida: Until now the lieutenants were different based on Boss Majima's mood, but... To actually become captain... Minami: ...Becoming the Majima Family captain... this is my big chance...! Minami: ...Nishida no aniki. I'm sorry, but I can't give this fight up for anyone, even you. Nishida: ...That's how it goes. But, I won't lose this. I joined this family so that I could make my way to the top. (Tl note: NISHIDA LORE NISHIDA LORE NISHIDA LORE)

Majima Family Member A: ....I'll be able to show the boss my real strength and climb the ranks... this is a huge chance... I'll definitely become the captain.... Majiima Family Member B: No, it'll be me! I'll become the captain!! Minami: ...The other young guys are real enthusiastic about this. Minami: But I can't lose... this fight... I'm gonna win it! Minami: (In this fight, the person to really watch out for is obviously Gary. Being the former underground martial arts champion isn't just for show....) Minami: (If you try to take him on, it's going to take forever and if you're not that good you'll lose...) Minami: (The other one to watch out for is Nishida no aniki... Fighting isn't his strong suit, but aniki's willpower is incredible....) Minami: (If ya don't know that and try to take him on sloppily, you'll lose as much time as with Gary.) Minami: (To win this, the best plan would be avoiding a fight with either of them....) Majima: Hehe, everyone's got the spirit now! Majima: ....Alright, all the scratchers have been distributed... One last thing before we start! Majima: Since we ain't got a lotta time, this is goin' on for one hour only! During that time, fight to the death over those scratchers! [the music gets intense] Majima: Your life is slipping through your fingers! The beach's heart-throbbing scratcher struggle! BEGINS!! Majima Family: Roooaaaaar!!!!

[EVENT HAPPENS]

[fighting sounds] Family Member A: Guah!

[he hits the ground] Gary: Scratchers have been received! Now, who wants to die mad next? (Tl note: he says 憤死 which is dying in a fit of anger or indignation, keeping up with his not quite correct threats) Nishida: Gary's amazing... Family Member B: ...Nishida no aniki, you couldn't beat him either?

Nishida: Yeah... He got me pretty good. The best I could do was hold out against him. Family Member B: Seems like Gary's the obvious choice in this fight. Nishida: ...I wouldn't say that... Minami: I won't lose...! Nishida: With Minami also giving it his all... who knows. Minami: Haa... Haa...

Minami: ...Gary's collected a ton of 'em. But still... I can't lose this... Family Member C: An opening!

Minami: ....! What openin'... there ain't one!!!! [MInami takes him down] Family Member C: Augh! Minami: Hell yeah! Your scratchers belong to me now-- [the wind howls] Minami: (...! Fuck! All the scratchers he had just got blown away...) Minami: Hey, wait a minute! [Minami chases the scratchers off to some rocks] Minami: (....! If they go past that rocky area there's no way I can get them! I gotta do somethin' to grab them before that...!)

Minami: Aaaaaaaaaa! [a crashing sound] Nishida: M-Minami!? [back on the main beach area] Majima: That's enough!!!!

Majima: Everyone gather up! It's time for the count! Everyone who's got scratchers, get over here! [and back to the rocks] Nishida: M-.... Minami! Are you alright!? You hit those rocks really hard, so... Minami: ...I'm.... I'm okay.... I was able to... collect the scratchers without... inci... dent..... [he collapses] Nishida: M-Minami!!!! [and back to the beach] Minami: ...Has my head stopped bleedin' yet?

Nishida: Yeah... seems like it's stopped. Nishida: Though, the way you charged into those rocks... you really are impossible... Minami: Those scratchers are gonna decide the Majima Family captain... I couldn't bear to miss out on a single one of 'em. Minama: Haa... But, I was able to collect them no problem~. Not collectin' these would have been the real stupid thing. Gary: My two friends! It seems like the results are in! Majima: Everyone! Let's start with announcin' the results...!

Majima: In the end, there were only two people who were able to not only protect their scratchers, but keep collectin' more... Majima: Gary! And, Minami! Majima: So then... Of those two, one collected more scratchers.... Majima: I'm givin' them a position....!! The glorious first prize goes to~~..............!!!! [the music cuts out] Minami: ........

Gary: ........... Majima: ............ Majima: Minamiiii!!!! Ya did it!!!!

Minami: I-I really did it!? ......Woooaaaah! Fuck yes!!!!

Majima: Ya beat Gary by just 5 tickets. You're the winner! Good job Minami!

Gary: OH MY GOD!!!! I was defeated!!

Nishida: ...5 tickets...so bashing into that rock really did it, huh. He pushed himself to the his absolute limit... Majima: ...So then, Minami. Ya feelin' good right now? (tl note: with this art and this particular line of dialogue this is indistinguishable from a porno scene)

Minami: I'm... so happy! I'd gladly give my life to support you and the family! Majima: This position's a big deal. Ya put it all on the line when it seems like I'm watchin', but are ya really qualified if ya cut corners when it seems like I ain't? Minami: Eh...? Majima: ...What're ya 'eh'-ing about. Did ya think I didn't know? Majima: Ya got involved with those chinpira and so skillfully shirked your job, do I have that all right? Minami: I-I'm sorry... The family has gotten so big, so I thought there was no way you'd see that.... Majima: Dumbass! I saw every moment of ya slackin' on your other jobs all so you could go all out on this beach house! Majima: And it ain't just Minami! I saw alllll of you fucks doin' it! Do ya think ya can hide your laziness from me? Whole Family: S-Shit! Majima: ..........Minami. If ya take this serious, then I'm sure you'd do a great job in this real important position. Majima: ...I got high hopes for ya! Ya gonna let me down? Minami: ....Thank you so much! I, as captain... will absolutely make sure you see me meeting your every expectation....! Majima: ..........Haw? Captain? What are ya talkin' about?

Minami: ...Eh? You were gonna make me captain, right...? Majima: That's stupid! Why would I do that! Minami: Eh... but you said whoever won the scratcher struggle... that they'd get the position next you you? Majima: .......Idiot! The position in the beach house!! Majima: I'm the owner, so the next executive position's the manager! I was talkin' about the manager position! (tl note: PUT MINAMI IN THE SUIT GIVE HIM HIS OWN Y0) Minami: M-... Manager....? Majima: Of course! It's a good position, the work is intense!

Majima: The beach house is gonna be open for 2 months... Did ya think it was just gonna lie idle!? Family Member A: Ehhhh..... The scratcher struggle was for the beach house position...? Family Member B: ....So we... beat ourselves to a pulp... all for... Nishida: ...The position next to the boss... was something like that, huh..... hm? Young Member A: ...I thought this would be my chance to show the boss... but we lost to Minami... shit! Young Member A: I better start training so I can win when there's a real opportunity to become captain! Young Member B: ...Yeah. And the boss is always watching, so we can't slack off on our jobs... Young Member A: ...Mhm. We should really improve our value there... otherwise we'll never win against guys like Minami and Gary. Nishida: ............. Minami: ....Nishida no aniki... did you hear that? Seems like I have to be the manager of the stupid beach house... Minami: Haa.... I thought I was going to be captain... But I'm manager of the beach house... Nishida: That's some bad luck, Minami... Minami: Tell me about it... Haa.... But, I shoulda known it wouldn't be that easy to become captain. Nishida: Yeah... But now do you understand that our boss is always keeping an eye on people? It'll be good if you work hard at this manager stuff. Minami: ...You're absolutely right... It's just like you said, seems like the boss is gonna be watchin' how I do my job... Minami: So I'm absolutely gonna show him how good I am by doin' this manager work!

Nishida: Yep, that's the spirit! Nishida: ...That also is exactly what our boss planned. Minami: Eh? What do you mean? Nishida: Oh, just... This seemed like a completely bullshit contest, but somehow it ended up having a positive impact on the family. Nishida: It was a great chance for not only me, but everyone, to understand our personal strengths and look at ourselves in a new light-- Nishida: Our boss was able to get a good read on everyone, the younger member's worries were dispelled-- Nishida: And thanks to all that, it seems like everyone's going to work hard on their usual jobs too... Nishida: ...And I think our boss knew all of that was going to happen. Minami: Eeehhh... Ain't ya way overthinking this? Nishida: ...No, that's what I truly believe. Our boss knows us really well. Minami: ...If you're saying it aniki, maybe that's true. Minami: ...Well, either way, I now know that the boss is watchin' me a lot-- Minami: If I diligently do all my jobs, then I'll be recognized by the boss... and someday I'll really become captain!

[END]

BONUS TIME

I held a poll the day before it ended and was very very close to correct (please forgive my invisible name I was sent to the White Baba zone)

okay here’s the cards, Majima Goro “The Mad Dog of Summer Looks” and Minami Daisaku “The Ruffian of the Scorching Sun”

of particular note, that Majima card has 69,692 HP

the real funniest thing about this lore reveal to me is that I run a yakuza TTRPG thing with some of my friends, and since I needed to have a little more to work with for the Majima Family I was like okay uhhhhhhhh the captain's seat is empty and has been for ages and nobody's sure when that's going to change. also you, player character in the Majima Family, basically just woke up and were told that Majima picked you to be a lieutenant for no stated reason seemingly arbitrarily so I spent all this time waiting to get the Real Lore and it is EXACTLY what I was already operating off of! net zero information, basically!! I love it

[thatlongspringnight]

Seven Days a Week

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/female reader

Rating: M for mature

Genre:  slice of life? Non!idol au

Warnings: Smut, being followed around by Jungkook, mentions of scrapes and bruises, arguing

Summary: Every hour, every minute, every second - Jungkook wants to be with you. This is based loosely off the MV. 

Word Count: 2489

Monday

He’s late. You glance down at your phone, woefully free of any texts - any updates from your boyfriend. He’s LATE, and you’re staring down at the half-empty wine glass, the clean table. You can feel the pitying stares from the people around you, 

They think you’ve been stood up. 

Have you been stood up? That thought hadn’t exactly crossed your mind, at least until now. That was not…sure Jungkook had been busy lately, and he’d missed a few promised chill nights at your apartment. But to stand you up on a real date? At a - a fancy restaurant, that had been on your calendar for over a month - 

“Ah, I’m so sorry.” Jungkook’s voice breaks your spiral, at least for a moment. “Gah, I just - I lost track of time.” And he’s there, alright. A suit jacket and black pants paired with….a muscle shirt. You grip the napkin in your lap tightly, trying to temper the absolute incandescent rage building in your chest at how he looks.

Hair still damp with sweat, you know exactly where he’s been.

“And where exactly did you lose track of time, Jungkook-ah.” You ask, watching the way he tenses at your tone. 

“Well, I was just…I mean, I was -”

“Boxing, you were boxing, and by the looks of your outfit, you planned it.” And he runs a hand through his hair, making you internally curse at how it falls so nicely, thanks to how damp it is.

“I forgot the shirt.” Jungkook admits. “And I lost track of time. I know, i suck.” “Oh, you more than suck.” You resist the urge to toss your glass of wine onto his stupid white tee. “Jungkook, I can’t keep doing this with you.” And you can see the way it sinks in, the frown on his pretty face.

“What do you mean? I was just a little late -”

“No.” and you hold your phone up, the time flashing. “You were 32 minutes late, Jungkook, and not even dressed for the occasion. You knew this was important to me, but apparently I wasn’t important enough for you to even send me a text saying you’d be running late.” And once you’ve gotten started it's hard to stop. “I am worth more than this, Jungkook. I know it, and so should you.” 

“I - I know it.” Jungkook repeats you, sort of. “I know you’re worth more than how today has gone.” “Not just today, I shouldn’t…it shouldn’t cross my mind that you would stand me up, Jungkook! I shouldn’t be having to worry about it, or spend a whole day that was supposed to end in a beautiful, fancy, well-planned date, completely ignored by you. Not a single text!” And you’re on your feet. “So - so you can sit here, by yourself. We’re done. Done done. We are over.”

“Wait -” and he’s grabbing your wrist, on his feet, as you two are now fully making a scene in this restaurant. “Wait, I’m sorry, you can’t - this can’t be the end of us. I can fix this, we can go back to your place and - “ but you’re shaking him off.

“No, no more, I don’t want to see you again.”

Tuesday

“No, no more, I don’t want to see you again.” Prove to be famous last words on your way home from work, the train ride, normally peaceful, disturbed by a familiar warmth sliding into the seat next to you as you try to focus on the book in your hand, the headphones in your ear.

He’s warm, and he’s serious, not saying anything, at least until you huff, closing your book. Then his mouth opens, but before he can say anything, you’re on your feet, flat out ignoring him as you walk to the front of the train car, wondering if he will simply get the hint, but…

But you know him better than that.

“Please.” He asks, so sweetly, his hand reaching for yours, in the divider space between the train cars, rocking gently. “Hear me out, I’m sorry. It's not an excuse but…talk to me.” He sounds so earnest as you glare at him, a look that only makes him smile, like he’s being scolded gently, and not like you broke up with him yesterday. 

“No.” You shake his grip off. “No Jungkook, you don’t get to just weasel your way back in after yesterday. I don’t care that you have those sparkly baby doe eyes, it's not going to work. So just - “ 

The train grinds to a halt as you slide into the next car, it's close enough to your stop that you’re just shrugging it off, walking out with the crowd of people exiting.

He doesn’t follow you, and you don't hear him softly mumble something about how you still think his eyes sparkle, even when you’re mad. 

Wednesday

Is nothing sacred? You are watching the torrential downpour outside as the hum of the laundromat helps the thrumming beginnings of a headache. This is YOUR time, your time, as the person who has been nothing but a thorn in your side since Monday evening sits behind you on the counter.

And he’s such a fucking - You groan aloud in frustration, he looks so fucking good you almost want to forgive him on that basis alone, this little dance you two are playing getting old quickly. He’s in those stupid too-ripped jeans and a fucking tank top, with a fucking comfy jacket and its SICK.

It’s sick how much you want to FUCK him, to grab him by his chiseled jaw and kiss him till you’re breathless. To - to ride him on top of the fucking laundry counter till he’s crying. But right now, you’re ignoring him instead, focused on folding your half-dry clothes so you can set them into the hamper you brought them in with.

Broken - the laundromat has sprung a leak, water pouring into the building as you focus on anything but that, but him.

“I can help.” He speaks up, kicking his feet like a little kid, before hopping off the counter. No one is even bothering to glance at the two of you, too busy trying to gather their things. Too  busy deciding if the rain outside is worse than the water flowing on the floor. 

“I don’t need your help.” you answer, just for him to pull out one of your shirts and start folding. “I said no Jungkook - “ “Let me show you.” His voice is firm, way more than yours. “Let me show you. If you don’t want me to talk, let me show you that I’m sorry.” “Fuck you.” You answer him, snatching the shirt from his hand. “Big talk - “ “It's not talk.” he keeps his cool- sort of. No doubt fueled by your own obvious weakness, the way you can’t stop yourself from brushing your hand against his when you take your shirt back. Of course, this only pisses you off more. “You’re it for me, and I’ll do whatever I have to do - “ He is following you as you hastily shove your clothes into the hamper. 

“Really, Jungkook?” And finally, you slam the hamper down onto the counter, turning to face him so you can jab a finger against his chest, so you can shove him back lightly. “Really? Now you’re everywhere I am? Now you’re on time? You’re early? You want to be around me? Where was that energy  Monday night?” 

“I made a mistake.” He throws his hands up, and it knocks his jacket off his shoulder, exposing a sliver of skin you know would look better if your mouth  was against it, leaving darling red marks - the thought sets you on edge. “I made a mistake but it doesn’t mean I didn’t want to be there.” and he’s reaching for you again, just for you to slap his hand away. 

“Doesn’t seem like it was a mistake. Doesn’t seem like you wanted to see me at all.” And you make a choice, grabbing your hamper. 

“I always want to see you - every hour, every minute, every s-“ 

Fuck it, you’ll risk the weather. You’d rather get sucked into a tornado than spend another moment with him…because you know you’ll forgive him if you do. 

Thursday

“Jungkook.” You’re staring at the yellow sunflowers, looking at the man in front of you with something like frustration - but not quite, especially when he thrusts them into your arms, the sunshine-colored petals almost blinding in their brightness. “Flowers, really?”

“Your favorite.” He clarifies, voice steady like you hadn’t just watched him sprint a block to catch up to you. “I was going to knock on your door but - I mean, I’m lucky I saw you.”

“Lucky?” Your voice is dry. “What does that make me?” But even as you’re talking, you’re clutching the flowers to your chest, idly brushing at the silken spring petals. 

“It - it shows you that it’s fate.” Jungkook answers, so damn earnest your heart thumps out of rhythm at his words. “Fate that I was able to see you, and give these to you and say I’m sorry again.” And his eyes…

It’s really unfair how they are so big, so beautiful and soft, and how pretty they look with the sunflowers reflected in them. 

Or how he’s smiling at you, like you hold his whole heart in your hands. Which is why you don’t toss the flowers into the street, or make a scene of throwing them to the ground…you just… 

“Yaaah, can’t you give it a rest?” Which gets nothing but an adamant refusal from him, a shake of his head that would normally make you laugh. 

That you manage to resist laughing at, thank fuck. 

“Never.” And you know he means it, even as you roll your eyes, letting your footsteps take you away from him. “Hey! W-wait - you aren’t getting rid of the flowers?” It’s confusion and elation all at once. 

And you don’t, in fact. When you finally make it home later you set them up in a pretty vase, letting your gaze drift to them as you think about him. 

Fate, huh? 

Friday

It’s been raining all day, and instead of soothing you, you feel…antsy, staring at your phone, listening for a knock at the door, pausing to look back at the sunflowers on your table. 

Jungkook, you bite your lip, huffing as you look down at your phone again. Even if you don’t have any plans today for him to barge in on….he could certainly send you a text. 

As the hours tick by and the storm gets worse, your thoughts shift to worrying that he will come over, that he’ll brave the weather like an idiot just to tell you that he’s sorry, when you already have forgiven him. 

Then your phone lights up, a text, and you almost drop it from how quickly you go to look. 

“There’s been an accident.” From Seokjin. 

Your breath leaves your lungs. 

Saturday

“I literally can’t believe you.” You are staring at Jungkook, who looks pitiful. “I thought something had happened! I thought you were hurt!” And sure - maybe there is a scratch on his cheek, a skint knee, but he’s fine. 

Thank God he’s fine. You could kiss him on the mouth, just to make sure. 

“That’s not my fault!” Jungkook whines “Hyung sent that. I didn’t know - I mean, there was an accident, but I’m fine.” 

“You’re fine.” And you find yourself kneeling on the floor by his couch. Pressing a hand gently against his cheek. “You’re fine, but you could have been hurt - I mean you wrecked your bike -“

“No.” Jungkook shakes his head. “Not my bike, I mean, I - I want you to keep worrying about me, but it wasn’t my motorcycle.” And his cheeks are flushed. “Namjoon-Hyung left his bike at my house, his bicycle. So…so I decided to take it back to him, then Jin-Hyung and I were going to uhm…” and the redness has reached his ears. “Okay we were going to think of new ways for me to - to get your attention.” 

“I’m going to kill Kim Seokjin.” You mumble and it makes him laugh, his hands coming up to hide his face. 

“Yeah be mad at Jin Hyung and not me.” Jungkook answers, a little giggle on his lips. “I - I like that better.”

“Jungkook.” you grab his hand, twining his fingers with yours. “You…you have my attention. No need to get your hyung in it, no need to - to almost break a rib for it either.” “I’d do anything.” He says, squeezing your fingertips. “Anything for you.”

Sunday

“A-ah!” Jungkook’s fingertips are digging into your thighs, your own planted firmly on his shoulders as you rock your hips against his. Damn him, you think, eyes briefly trailing to the vase of sunflowers on the table, then back to him, to his toned chest and the way he is literally fucking you while you’re on top of him.

Bringing you up and down with his strong grip, somehow even making your couch squeak from the effort.  “Ngh - y-you feel so good.” He breathes, a steady whimper that makes you feel weak as you find his mouth messily with your own.

“Yeah?” You answer, letting your nails leave crescent moons against his toned skin. “Y-Yeah? So good?” “F-Fuck - “ He whines outright. “Just, I love it when you ride - I love you - “

“Ha-ah ~” You appreciate the moment, also how he slows just a bit, his hand sliding into the space between the two of you to truly show you the depths of his devotion, roughened fingertips making you tense as they rub your clit. “I love you too.” You rub your nose against his cheek, tracing his jaw with your tongue, making him shiver. “Even if - if you’re insufferable. Even if you’re a mess. You’re MY mess.” 

“I wanna live i-in this moment.” he groans. “I wanna be like this every day - “ “Fucking me?” You answer, before you leave a sweet little love bite against his pulse point, but his answer is lost against your lips, and long forgotten by the time he sends you over the edge, long forgotten as the condom finds its way to the trash and you find your way into his arms.

You feel satiated, relaxed, glowing even, as you curl against him, forever the big spoon as he grins sweetly at you.

“Do you forgive me?” He murmurs, chasing your lips after you plant a kiss to his forehead.

“What do you think?” You reply, and he giggles, his eyes sparkling in the light.

“I think you kept my flowers.” and now it's your face that feels warm. “I think you wanted to forgive me then.” But all you do is twine your fingers with his, shushing him with another kiss, more than willing to take him up on his offer.

Every hour, every minute, every second - just loving him.

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[kiritkl]

Loser!

Lee!Bakugo | Ler!Kirishima

Summary: Bakugo thinks he's an invincible force when it comes to playing games with Kirishima. He makes a stupid bet and lives to regret it - or not.

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“Yeah, loser! I told you I’d win! Bakugo exclaimed, throwing his controller in the air. Kirishima frowned. Why wasn’t he doing as well as usual with these video games that he and Bakugo were playing?

Usually, he’d destroy anybody who’d challenge him. However, Bakugo had been the one defeating Kirishima every single round. Bakugo was so sure of his capabilities to win another round, that he’d offered up a challenge.

“If I lose this next round, I’ll let you tickle me for five minutes straight. Got it?”

Kirishima’s eyes widened. Was Bakugo serious? Kirishima knew how ticklish the boy was, and was sure that he would never offer something like this up. Was Bakugo sick or something?!

“Got it,” Kirishima nodded, grabbing his controller and preparing to beat Bakugo’s ass in this next round. It would be difficult, but he had more motivation than ever before.

-

Player 1 wins!

Bakugo looked to the side to see Kirishima with a grin on his face. Who might player one be? None other than Kirishima himself.

“Hah…alright, let’s do two out of three,” Bakugo tried to get himself out of this situation, but Kirishima had already leaped on top of him, straddling his thighs.

“Hey! Get the hell off! Fuhuck!” 

Kirishima drilled his thumbs into Bakugo’s hips, eliciting a sweet laugh from his lips. He writhed around vigorously, trying his best to escape.

“You said five minutes, right? I still have four minutes and forty-five seconds left!” The redhead teased.

He kept one hand on Bakugo’s hips, letting the other one venture deep beneath his shirt and onto his sides. That one hand latched onto Bakugo’s ticklish flank and wiggled its fingers, not letting up a single inch.

“Gah!- NoHOHOHoho! Kihirishihima! StoHOHAHAHOhop ihit!” The blond howled.

Kirishima giggled at the sight of Bakugo’s pinkish cheeks. It seemed as if he was blushing. “Do you like this?” Kirishima cooed, moving both of his hands onto the boy’s ribs. All ten of his fingers drilled into his ticklish ribcage, raking up and down, making sure they could feel each ribbone that he had.

Bakugo laid his head back and shrieked, kicking his legs and shaking his hips. He thought to himself how much he hated being tickled - but for some reason, he was enjoying it today. Perhaps it was because it was Kirishima who was tickling him, but either way, he purposefully stopped trying to resist.

Kirishima grabbed Bakugo’s wrists - which was an accomplishment - and held them above his head with one hand. He had a smirk on his face as he snuck a hand underneath Bakugo’s arm, now clawing all five of his fingers across the ticklish pit.

Bakugo was in hell. This was the most tickling he’d ever had to endure in his life. “OhohOHOkahaAHAY! It’s bEHEHEheen fihive mihiHAHAhinutes!”

Kirishima looked at the clock and realized that it had been six minutes. He didn’t say anything, though. He got off of Bakugo and quickly stood up, ready to defend himself if Bakugo tried to get revenge - which he didn’t, surprisingly.

Bakugo chuckled and grabbed his controller, ready for another round. This time, he was surely going to beat Kirishima. Or, was he going to lose on purpose again..?

[salsaseth]

After hearing my friend, James bring it up in a call, we started watching Lily Orchard's video about Pokemon to see all the bad takes in it.

When she starts playing the DS games, she uses a mod to smooth out the aliasing and uncap the game's framerate to 60. And gah damn does it look fuckin bad. Even worse is during the 3D games where she uses another mod to smooth out the 3D models and it looks like peeled oranges. Unnaturally smooth. But it does get funny when she talks about the game running like garbage when she's fucked with the game's logic. Like no shit, it's running at a framerate it was never meant for.

Something really funny also begins in the DS games. I don't know why, but she replaces one of the starters with Ralts, cuz she's got some favoritism for Gardevoir. All well and good, but you know, Ralts is weak as shit until it learns confusion and it's still frail. So it gets its ass kicked all the way until it evolves into Gardevoir. But because of how much asskicking it receives, and I swear this is true, she suspects the game is artificially raising the strength of the enemy pokemon, as a way to explain for why's she losing.

Almost as if the game is designed to use a stronger than average pokemon to get you through the early game. ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) Still, I don't fully understand why she refuses to use the regular starters. Especially when you can catch Ralts and Kirlia for most of the games. save for black and white. Speaking of.

One takeaway I've had from listening to it is what she says is more revealing about herself than what is intentional. The most telling thing is when she's going off about the Black and White characters for speaking about their ideals and opinions. I mean, she mashes through that with the A button (VISUAL NOVEL HATER SPOTTED), so it's when she's paying attention. I don't know if she just doesn't know what the game is supposed to be going for, or if she's just purposefully ignorant for the sake of contrarianism, but the game's themes are about truth and ideals. The truth is out there, but the ideals we have shape our perspective of the truth. Even Cheren, who represents the truth, is still shaped his ideal. It's a little more deeper than, 'Characters excited that they all have opinions,' but what do i know?

She rails against these characters, N in particular for having opinions and speaking them out. Meanwhile in X&Y, which its cast and characters are there to mostly stroke the character's dick, she vastly praises and prefers these characters to the ones in B&W. Hmmm. Characters that have opinions and speak them out are hated, while those that don't and heap praise on her are loved. I wonder if this says anything about her?

The video gets pretty boring the longer it goes on. The hot take well starts drying up and it quickly becomes a bad screenshot let's play. "Then I did this, and then I did that!"

That's all I got to report. Besides the shoehorning in of lefty takes. I don't know if it's because she's not funny or if she wields everything with as much subtlety as anvil-nunchuks, but when there's an opportunity to make a joke with a leftist-slant, it's as heavy handed as a Titan's ballsack and as funny as stale bread. I'm a leftist bastard myself, but every time the jokes were shoehorned in, I'm like, "The funny? Where is it?!" Especially when it was about Looker and Nanu. I get not liking the police, but this isn't the time or place for it. Leave the jokes to the professionals. Like my friend Plate. Several unemployment jokes were made at Lily's expense, and each one was funnier than the last.

I'll report back if there's anything worth commenting on. Me and the friends got to the end of Sun and Moon, so we have SwSh and SV left.

And if you had time to read this 'post', Lily, I think you had time to 'post' your resume to get a job ;D ;D ;D

[according2thelore]

Ohmygod this was my askkkk!! I am so so happy with thiss, rolling around it like a kitten I am sooo fed!!! Tysm!! The twist with it being their intention all along for ES!winchesters to find out…..I am dead, absolutely dead. You are so good, soo creative. ES!Sam you are in for a ride, and ES!Dean, you better get over with your hangups soon and accept what it is.

My imagination is running wild now and because of this being intentional, I am imagining LS!Winchesters now fully staging this setup, lure ES!Sam in it because he would be easier to convince and LS!Sam knows that Dean *deserves* to be with a version of himself, pre cage, pre demon blood, all pure and innocent and fiery and angry and confident - something he is only rarely these days. This Sam will take what he wants. So LS!Sam arranges this thing for LS!Dean and ES!Sam, tells his Dean to enjoy! And my oh my does he. ES!Sam is his to claim first now???? This precious thing, eager to please but also has this arrogance in him that makes him so so so much Sam. Meanwhile ES!Dean is off to run some errand (by LS!Sam's design) but he returns early and sees his baby bro with that older version of himself and LOSES IT. HOW DARE DEAN NOT ONKY DEFILE HIS OWN LITTLE BROTHER BUT ALSO ES!DEAN'S!!!!! HE IS FURIOUS AND YEARNING AND HATES IT THAT HE WASNT THE ONE AND STARTS STRAIGHT UP MURDER BUT LS!SAM MAYBE CALMS HIM???? OHMYGOD

(also??? thank you so much for correcting the misread ask???? I would have taken with greedy grabby hands if you had completely misread it also!! I am OBSESSED with this verse! You are the nicestestestest)

HIHIHIHI!!!!!

GAH! this ask was so cute and nice i was kickin' my lil feet!

this idea is so great! your mind!

this falls into a similar category as one of my most recent posts, and i wrote it accordingly. do i think that LS!Dean would deprive ES!Dean of being LS!Sam's "first" dean? no, i don't think so. that bastard is so possessive i think he can respect the insane-brotherwife grind.

so this is just a delightful hypothetical based on your prompt!

without further ado, enjoy!

"plan b?" dean asks, and sammy lifts his head from his arms. his temples throb with a headache.

dean is sitting across from him at the dining table, nursing a glass of something sam can smell from here. sam snags the glass and takes a sip that curdles his nose hairs before passing it back.

"were we really this stupid? like this dumb?" sammy groans, rubbing a hand through his hair. "i mean, i believe you would be this obtuse, but me? i was just studying for the LSAT like a year ago!"

"oh here comes the big fancy college boy with his big triangle words. you're still gagging for me so hard you're getting an aneurysm." dean rolls his eyes. sammy rolls his eyes right back.

it hadn't worked. they had set those little fuckers up, and expected at least a conversation to happen. but sammy just walked in on their younger selves in the kitchen the other day and they didn't even break apart abashedly! no awkward explanations at all! there wasn't even anything to explain--they were standing on opposite sides of the room!

"did we make it worse?" sammy asks. dean considers this.

"nah. we can fuck it up at least three times as bad if we put our heads together."

so they put their heads together.

~~~

"you want me to what?" sam asks, and there's that blush. sammy tilts his head away so the kid can't see him smile. it's going to make this so much harder if he thinks he's being laughed at.

"pour some sugar on me," dean says, waggling his eyebrows.

sam's face sours.

yup. made it harder.

"not really," sammy is quick to correct. "just...make it look like something's happening."

sam's eyes narrow.

"why?"

and isn't that the crux of the whole damn thing. sammy's done some weird things in his life. he's been to the past. he's been to the future. he's been to hell, been to alternate dimensions, and killed just about every type of monster one can think of.

and yet, having to explain why he and dean want to "parent trap" their own younger selves to said younger self might rank high on that list of weird.

"guy's in love with you." dean says, before sammy can say anything. sammy clenches his jaw. way to just jump into this thing.

sam blanches. "no. he's not. you're--he's my brother. you don't know what you're talking about."

"i don't know dean?" dean asks, eyebrow raised. sam sputters.

"well, you know you. but my dean is different. he's not--" heat creeps onto sam's cheeks, as if remembering the compromising position he caught them in the other day. "you."

dean mhmms flatly.

"then what's the harm? he walks in on this, is not jealous, and it doesn't do anything." sammy posits.

"easy for you to say! you have--" sam gestures at dean, but doesn't look at him. "if my dean caught me like that, if he knew--he'd...he'd never talk to me again. he'd...he'd be disgusted."

sammy and dean share a look. after having been tested so often, so deeply, and reaffirming their...bond--as chick-flick and meaningless as it sounds--the distance they had gained from this depth of anxiety removed the sting from it.

sammy will always remember working himself literally ill over it. but when he feels like that, he has the comfort of walking up to dean and biting down on the place where his neck and shoulder meet. he has the comfort of dean putting sticky notes that read "kick me" on the back, and then holding his face like he's the only thing that's ever mattered.

their younger selves deserve this. sammy has no idea if this is going to change the past. he doesn't know if these two will leave here tomorrow or in a week or in a year and be completely wiped-clean, or if they'll keep it all. but they deserve that comfort, that confirmation, that reassurance, as long as they can have it.

and honestly, fuck it. sammy wants a younger dean to be with his younger self. he sees their insecurities and their weird dance around each other and kciks himself for ever being so blind.

not having dean as soon as it was possible to have him will always be one of his biggest regrets.

so, sammy says,

"okay, listen. if it doesn't work, we have a mirror in 219 that erases the viewer's memories from the last 24 hours. all of 'em. so if we try this, and it doesn't work, we can slip it under dean's pillow, and he won't even remember. a zero sum game. no harm, no foul, right?"

sammy can feel dean's eyes on the side of his face, but he maintains intense eye-contact with his younger self.

no, they don't. they absolutely do not have that.

but for the first time, he can see something like hope in the kid's eyes, and--again, fuck it. in for a penny.

"he won't remember?" sam repeats, slowly.

"not a thing." sammy says, wondering if this counts as lying or self-delusion. sam is quiet for a long moment. he looks between him and dean for a few times, suspicion melting.

"yeah. okay." he says finally, looking at dean with a strange hunger in his eyes that brings sammy up short. oh shit. should he-- "i'm in."

~~~

getting dean out of the bunker is embarrassingly easy.

"you know what i would kill for right now?" sammy asks, suddenly, while they're all sitting around a table in the library. sam jolts, even though he had been expecting it. "pringles. do we have any pringles left?"

"oh, man." sam says, his eyes widen. "me, too."

even though they planned this out ten minutes ago, sammy's dean perks up like he's going to say something decidedly not-on-script. sammy shoots him a warning look. he sighs.

"whoops. i think i ate them all." dean looks at the table, like he's a football player forced to be in the school play for extra credit.

"oh." younger dean says. he sits up straight. he looks back and forth between the sams. "i mean. yeah. if we need a grocery run, i could go get some."

his nonchalant tone is belied by the fact his almost trips over his own feet to get up.

"i'll be back!" he calls, already in the doorway.

"god, i'm so fucking transparent." older dean mutters directly into his own palms as he hides his face in his hands. sam pats him on the back comfortingly.

forty-five minutes later, it's all in motion.

sammy knocks against the door twice as he hears dean's footsteps shuffle down the hallway, and rushes away, rounding the corner so dean won't be able to see him.

sam and older dean are set up in the garage. dean had pulled up one of the cars right next to the door so younger dean could see everything.

they had laid out clear ground rules: no actual kissing, no touching "bathing suit territory" (dean had proposed that addendum solemnly, and sam's face had screwed up, like he was considering if he actually felt anything but annoyance for his brother.)

they had decided on signals: two knocks when dean was coming, one knock if things were going to plan, three knocks for "i'll go get the mirror" for sam, and "oh shit we gotta have a plan c" for dean.

sammy had made sure the door was perfectly cracked to give dean some assurance of anonymity, and they had figured that was the best strategy, since dean was known apparently to peep when he suspected his older self and sammy were getting close.

sammy hadn't expected being able to hear sam and older dean's voices from down the hallway, but he can. he can also hear younger dean's footsteps falter as he gets closer to the door.

"no, you're doing it--" an aggravated sigh. "c'mere." a shuffling of limbs. "you see how the drive belt comes this way? we need to loop it around the--"

a pause.

"what're you lookin' at?" dean's voice has lowered an octave, and sammy shifts, a pavlov reaction to hearing dean like that.

"i'm just--" sam peters into silence. a gasp. younger dean's gasp. did he think it was sammy in the garage this whole time? sammy stifles a smile against his hand.

"you lookin' at me, sammy baby?"

"baby?" sam repeats indignantly, but is cut off by a gasp as something in the room clatters to the ground.

"yeah, that's right. you're my baby brother, aren't you? my baby brother. you like seein' me like this? bigger than you? i know my sammy likes it when i throw him around a little. show him who takes care of him."

sam is breathless, and sammy can hear it, when he says, "dean."

sammy wonders how they're set up. does dean have him pressed to the front of the car? hiked onto a table, like he and sammy were set up that first time?

he realizes that it's killing him not to know.

a coo, from dean. "oh. look at you, sweetheart. you're so hard, and i haven't even touched you yet. you think i could make you come just by talkin' to you? hm? you like big brother tellin' you how much he loves takin' care of you that much?"

sammy realizes that he's started to chub up in his jeans. and he also realizes that younger dean hasn't said anything yet. sammy's torn between wanting to look around the corner and see if he's still there and staying put.

what if sam was right, and younger dean's just not ready for this yet? sammy's dean had reassured him in no uncertain terms that he had been lusting after sam since a truly concerning age.

but what if the jealousy is too much? what if seeing them like that carves an impossible chasm?

"dean, i--i" sam sounds much more unsure, like he's losing control fast. sammy bites down hard on his tongue.

he makes a split-second decision.

he rounds the corner.

and dean's got a fucking gun.

sammy starts in a dead sprint just as dean kicks open the door to the garage.

"you sick fuck!" he yells. sammy's behind him in a second, pulling his arms back. dean's starts kicking immediately, even as sammy is able to pull him mostly off the ground.

"he's a kid!" dean's still yelling. "we promised, fucker! we promised!"

sammy looks around dean's flailing body, and sees sam's horrified face. he looks like he's about to be sick. older dean's leaned him up against the side of the car, and he's not even touching him, just standing a few inches away. sammy's dean has visibly paled.

"hey, that's not--" he starts, but dean's already going off again,

"get your goddamn hands off of him!" sammy starts hauling him away, and manages to kick the garage door closed--but not before dean shouts a parting shot, "you think he wants those disgusting fucking hands on him?!"

sammy manages to wrestle dean a couple steps down the hallway before dean starts to go limp.

"i'm calm," dean says, and his gun hand does actually go limp, so sammy starts to let him go.

"what the hell happened back there?" sammy asks, heartbeat in his throat. play dumb! play dumb!

dean tucks his gun back into his pants. he's looking at the wall over sammy's shoulder.

"he shouldnta' been sayin' that." dean mutters. "not his place to. sam is...never mind."

not his place to.

"his place?" sammy prompts. despite the fact that he's pretty sure he had a heart attack back there, he tries really, really hard not to smile. he's taking this very seriously.

dean's phrase is dangerously close to the point of all this, and sam should not celebrate because he's positive older dean and sam are powering through some angst (that sammy will have to deal with later) in the next room right now.

sammy feels like one of those tv show therapists with big glasses, armchair, and ballpoint pen. and how did that make you feel?

"i don't--" dean's eyes fall to his. "i don't know why i said that." his brows furrow. "i gotta go. i need some fresh air."

and without another word, dean turns around and walks away.

operation: go convince your brother to kiss you, but also not you is a-go.

before he walks away, sammy remembers the knock code: once for success, two for dean's arrival, three for failure. and honestly?

sammy knocks on the door once. and he trails after dean, barely resisting the urge to whistle.

oh yeah. they got this in the bag.

~~~~

@aj-carryon au contraire! you are the nicest! i hope you enjoyed this little ficlet, aj! (i hope that's your name, if not, then i hope you enjoyed, friend!)

your asks always make me giggle and twirl my hair, lol! kissing u on both cheeks!

-lizzy

[devildomditzy]

imagine mammon getting him and mc into a serious accident and mc ends up losing an eye or something and he feels so bad but mc still loves him ,, like angst but with a sweet ending :')

Accidents Happen - Mammon x MC

Lol i couldn’t think of what to name this one we’ll give it a better one in post

Part one of ?

TW: Potential body horror, lots of angst

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“Pleeeeaaassse”, your voice rings out to him from your position where you sat on his bed. Your sweet, beautiful, annoyingly cheery voice.

“Yer not comin’, MC. Like I said this place is dangerous for demons, let alone some little human like you.”

Mammon doesn’t spare you a glance as he continues grabbing miscellaneous items and shoving them into his bag. Increasingly becoming frustrated with his lack of attention, you hopped off the mattress and skipped your way over to his closet, where the second born scoured through his belongings. When he turns towards the sound of your footsteps, he is met with the saddest pout you could muster.

“Please Mammon! I promise I can handle it!”, you whine, blinking up to him with wide, puppy dog eyes.

“Gah! Don’t look at me like that! L-like I said, it’s for yer own good!”, he blushes, eyes looking anywhere but at your pleading expression.

Gently, you reach forward and grab his hand, running circles over his knuckles. The way he tenses up at your touch is not lost on you. A few touches and the right words could make the avatar of greed putty in your hands.

“I’m not just some regular ole human, I’ve survived down here long enough!”

You read his features, still finding him less than convinced. Time to roll out the big guns.

“Plus, if I’m in any danger.. I know The Great Mammon will save me. You know, being my first man and all… he’s so powerful and strong and-”

“Okay! Fine. You can come with me, ya spoiled brat.”

Sweet, sweet victory.

While you spin around and do your small happy dance, the demon before you can’t help but smile widely at your antics. Of course you’d be fine, you’ve some how managed to survive down here in the Devildom just fine. You’ve somehow managed to make pacts with him and all of his brothers. You’ve charmed everyone here, even the demon prince himself. What’s one small trip to the depths? And it’s not like he wouldn’t be with you every step of the way.

Really, what was he worried about in the first place? He should have told you to pack a bag as soon as Lucifer told him about the “favor” he was asking (forcing) him to do for Diavolo. Just maybe he wouldn’t let Lucifer know he was bringing you along…

“Alright, go pack yer things and meet me back here in ten, alright? If your comin’, yer gonna hav’ta listen to every word I say, capeesh?”, he questions, eyes narrowing in on you as you raise one hand to your forehead in salute.

“Aye aye, Captain!”, you giggle before running off towards your bedroom. Your not exactly sure what Mammon is venturing for yet, he’s kept it pretty vague as to not pique your interest. When will he learn wherever he goes the human is sure to follow, you think, smiling to yourself. Plus, no way you’d pass up a chance to see Devildom territory previously uncharted by yourself. This was the chance for adventure! A chance to not be cooped up in the dorms! A chance to skip class!

Not knowing exactly where you are going or what you are going for aside, you shove what you assume might be useful in a “hostile environment” (hairbrush? toothbrush? the mace Asmo gave you for downtown? an extra pair of shoes?), and haul your bag and yourself back to the bedroom door of your first man, finding Mammon staring down at his D.D.D impatiently.

“Ya know, you take forever gettin’ ready”, he complains, not braking eye contact from the device. “Oh, says the boy who takes forty-five minutes on his hair every day!”, you tease back. Mammon’s face shoots up at that comment, expression hurt as he feigns offense, “That was supposed to be our secret!”. He brings a hand up to defensively splay across his chest, turning his face away from your direction. “Can’t believe ya. I’m offerin’ to be yer tour guide and this is how ya treat me? I outta charge ya.” “How’s this?”, you ask, rolling onto your tippy toes to place a chaste kiss to his cheek. Just like clockwork, his skin flashes a bright pink and he begins stuttering. “H-hey! Ya can’t just do that outta nowhere! T-trying to distract me n stuff - We got a very important mission ya know!”.

You smirk up at your very flustered first man, “By all means, after you”, gesturing towards the hallway that leads to the front door.

Flying was a sensation you’d never get used to, you think to yourself. Ever the showboat, Mammon has taken to the Devildom skies with you in his grasp many times before, but each trip felt new. The bristle of the cold wind against your skin, the pit that formed in your stomach when you glanced down. It didn’t help now that you wore both your bags, your backpack strapped against you and Mammon’s duffel bag across your side. They felt weightless with the way he carried you, but your mind couldn’t help but wander to the notion of how much faster the extra pounds would make you plummet towards the ground had you fallen from this height.

He picks up on your nervousness quickly. He wasn’t born yesterday, and while he isn’t the smartest of his brothers, he knows your anxiety when he sees it. “Just hang on tight”, he reassures, yelling over the roar of the wind, “I’ve gotcha. Wouldn’t let anythin’ happen to ya either.” You notice the grin that plasters across his face as you tighten your grip around his neck, but decide not to tease him. After all, he could tease you right back for the warmth spreading across your features.

You don’t know how long you’ve been flying for, but you do know the atmosphere has taken a turn for the worst. The air has become thick, almost like a fog that was hard to take in. The landscape below changed drastically, as the bustling city began to disappear and buildings became fewer and fewer, until all that was left was pointy, jagged cliff formations and cracked rock stretching for miles. You fail to think of anything the Demon Price could possible need from a barren wasteland like this. You’re ripped from your train of thought as Mammon’s begins your descent down.

He sets you on your feet gently, stepping back to give you some room to bush yourself off. Your hands shoot up to flatten your fly-aways; You still wanted to look good in front of him, even if you were in the middle of a stretch of desert. “We’re almost there, it’s just about a mile up ahead”, he points outward, and your eyes follow the direction of his finger. “Why aren’t we flying in”, you question, almost innocently as you continued to fix your hair. “Cuz,” he responds “they like to shoot things out of the sky.”

Beginning to worry that maybe this journey wasn’t for you, you keep close to Mammon as you both set pace for a larger crack within the oranged Earth beneath your feet. “When we get there, just follow my lead ‘n stay quiet, got it?”, he instructs. “I can’t have ya steppin into any deal makin’.” You figure now would be as good a time as ever to ask, “Hey Mammon, what exactly does Diavolo need you to get anywa- Woah!”

Your train of thought is cut short as the opening you both were seeking comes into view. Now, peering down into the large gash in the rock you see a large, bustling city. Market stalls line the streets for miles, shrouded in darkness, attended by people who seemed less than savory. You feel a hand touch the small of your back as Mammon takes a breath. “Be careful when we go down, n’ don’t leave my side for a second.”

Through twisting turns and back allies of disheveled buildings and litter lined streets, one thing is clear: your first man knows his way around these parts. “So, do you come here…often?”, you ask honestly, ignoring the irony of the statement. Ever his cocky self, you receive a “course ya wanna use a pickup line of The Great Mammon! But uh… I usually only come here on business.”

“Oooooh, so there’s illegal casinos around here?”

“O-Oi! I never said that!”

“But you were thinking it, right?”

“Shut it, half pint!”

A little bit more walking leads you both to what seems to be his desired destination, a wide street lined down the sides with various booth and vendors of all different shapes and sizes. You curiosity wants you to ogle and browse every table in site, but Mammon’s iron clad grip finds its way onto your hand, seemingly knowing your thoughts before you could even say them. “This ain’t the type of place to be window shoppin’. They’ll con ya out of all the grimm ya have. Hell, once they see yer human, they won’t stop til they con ya outta yer soul.”

With that notion, you decide it best to let him lead you straight on, sucking your head down as to not make eye contact with strangers that were suddenly finding you very interesting and very out of place. You walk for a minute or two before Mammon’s pace comes to a halt in front of a crowded table filled with various bottles and potions, specimens and creatures enclosed in cages. The bubbling of the entire table would have distracted you, if not for the more interesting character behind the booth.

Standing behind his wears sat what appeared to you as a walking reptile, a lizard on two legs - wrapped in a cloak and blinking his large, orb like eyes on at a time at the two of you. His tongue shoots out of his mouth, licking his eye before he speaks. “Aaahh, Avatar of Greed - What a pleasant surprise! To what do I owe the honor?”

Mammon rolls his eyes with distain for the title as opposed to his name before responding. “Yup, it’s me. And ya already know what I’m here for, alright?

The creatures eyes look off into two different directions. “But of course! I was hoping maybe this time it’d be different. Perhaps, you’d like to trade… that is a fine specimen you brought with you, Avatar.”

It takes Mammon a minute to realize the “fine specimen” the shop keep was referring to was you, but once he does, you can tell he enters attack mode.

“HEY! The humans not for sale ta’ you, or anyone else in this damn dump, got it?!”

The shopkeeper laughs to himself as he turns his back to you and Mammon, disappearing into his tent before re-emerging with a slender bottle filled with swirling, silverish liquid. “Relax, Avatar of Greed - It was merely a joke!”

“Yeah? Well i’m not laughin’!”, Mammon barks out, hand coming down to snatch the bottle from the lizard-like creature’s hands.

The merchant continues to laugh before speaking once more. “Aaahh, it’s always a pleasure, Avatar of Greed. Do give the Demon Prince my humble greetings…and be careful with that potion…precious cargo and all…”, he ominously trails off.

“Yea yea yea, I got it. An’ quit callin! me that!”, Mammon snarls as he shoves the bottle into your hands. His annoyance getting the best of him, Mammon doesn’t realize just how much force he shoves the bottle with until he hears a crack and looks over at you.

Standing dazed for a split second, you register the feel of the liquid splashing over you. The first thing you feel is the burn. It covers your hands where Mammon tried to hand you the glass bottle, your chest where it had splashed up on you, and your eye, your left eye where it hurt the worst, where you reached a burning hand up to clutch it, only worsening the potions spread. You scream in agony.

“Oh, that’s too bad…damaged specimens never sell for much”, the shopkeeper trails off, seemingly now losing interest in you as you writhed in pain. It takes a second for Mammon’s feet to catch up to his brain.

Running forth he grabs you, pulling you into his embrace, ignoring the liquid which now splashed onto him, burning the surface of his skin. He could heal just fine, you on the other hand…

At your wailing of his name, Mammon turns to shop keep, claws out. While careful not to hurt you worse, the fire in his eyes was unmistakable. “WHAT THE HELL WAS IN THAT VIAL!”, he spits through his barred fangs.

“Oh..It appears I may have gave you the wrong one…little accident is all, Avatar of Greed. Allow me to grab you the correct vial,” the lizard like creature continues, seemingly unaware or uncaring of your intense pain.

Holding you in the grip of one arm to his side, Mammon reaches over the table with his clawed arm, grabbing onto the shopkeepers shawl and lifting him slightly into the air. “Ta hell with the vial, get me some kinda healin’ potion! Somethin’ to stop their pain!”

The shopkeep seems unfazed by his behavior. “My my, looks like someone wants to draw a crowd! Unfortunately there’s nothing I can do to reverse the effects of the silvervine’s serum.”

“Ya better find somethin’ or I’ll hurt ya twice as bad as they’re feelin’ right now!”, Mammon growls, aura shooting in a such a threatening way you’ve never experienced before.

The creature begins to look meek at the threat. “I can’t do anything, but I can tell you the name of a sorcerer who may be able to assist.”

Mammon’s grasp quickly looses on his robes and he shoots his attention towards you. “Solomon!”, he exclaims.

With that, Mammon carefully cradles you in his arms and flies faster than he ever has back towards R.A.D, back towards Purgatory Hall.

[imaredshirt]

“I should have killed you that night in Mexico City,” Ernesto says to Héctor as he holds up a half-empty bottle of tequila. “Should have killed you the very moment I had the chance.”

“Ah, you wouldn’t have had the guts,” Héctor says without missing a beat.

He never takes Ernesto’s grouchy threat seriously. Not when his friend has growled and grumbled and groaned the same empty words for years over any little inconvenience or annoyance he blames Héctor for.

When Héctor wakes him up to early to practice – “I'll kill you if you poke me again,” Ernesto gripes.

Héctor drinks all the coffee before Ernesto can get to it – “I should have killed you when I had the chance,” Ernesto whines in the middle of the kitchen.

Héctor embarrasses him in font of the Rivera family with another sappy tale of their childhood when Ernesto had moved Heaven and Earth to make sure his hermanito had something to eat at night – “Gah! I should have let you starve!” Ernesto  groans into his hands before adding a thousand embellishments to the story to make himself seem grander because his ego is just that big.

It’s an empty threat. It makes Héctor laugh sometimes.

Like now. He chortles to himself and nudges Ernesto’s empty shot glass closer to him. The movement sends Ernesto’s losing hand of playing cards sliding to the edge of the table. “Go on, you loser, drink up!”

Ernesto grumbles and pours himself his nth shot of clear liquor for the night.

Héctor can see Imelda over Ernesto’s shoulder, sitting at her desk by the window, head bowed over neatly arranged sheets of drawing paper. She’s singing to herself under breath as she works, sketching improvements to existing boot designs. A strand of silver hair falls over her brow.

Héctor begins to hum along to her beautiful voice until he hears Ernesto mutter, “I was planning to, you know.”

“Huh?” Héctor turns to him.

“Kill you,” Ernesto says. He’s shuffling the cards, lips twitching into something that’s not quite a snarl but close to it. “I planned it all for that night you left.”

Behind him, the sound of Imelda’s brothers laughing with Coco in the garden only vaguely catches Héctor’s attention. He leans forward on crossed arms, eyes the cards that Ernesto flicks across the table towards him. “The night I left?”

“When you left me in that cheap hotel in Mexico City ten years ago,” Ernesto says. “And took all your songs and your pinche guitar with you.” He’s done dealing out the cards when he meets Héctor’s eyes again. “I was going to kill you and take all of it for myself.”

Héctor narrows his eyes. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes. With rat poison, of all things,” Ernesto says. “But luck wasn’t on my side that night.”

Silence.

And then, as if on cue, they laugh. Héctor hugs his middle and tries not to send his cards flying. Ernesto’s shoulders are shaking and his head is bowed, laughing in that wheezy way of his that he’s only ever comfortable doing in the presence of people close to him.

Héctor says through his laughter, “I really piss you off that much, eh?”

“Every day,” Ernesto says. “Back then and even now – even now I still want to poison you.”

Any other man, and Héctor would blame the tequila for the harsh words. But this is Ernesto. The man just says things like that sometimes. Even his ridiculous jokes -even ones about abandoned murder attempts, apparently- sound charming with the way he speaks.

“You can try. But would the world really forgive you if you silenced this beautiful face forever?” Héctor gestures at his face with a flourish and gasps when Ernesto flicks a card at his nose. “Hey! Ouch!”

“Forget it,” Ernesto grouches. “I think if I try, Imelda will kill me a dozen times over.”

“I would enjoy that,” Imeda says without looking up from her work.

“I know.”

“Ah, well,” Héctor says. He pours them both shots of tequila and holds his glass up. “To failed plans and bright futures. Or, at least,” he adds, grinning lopsidedly at his friend. “At least to another ten years before you try again?”

He's had enough of the joke. He wants to end the night on a good note.

Ernesto stares at him for a long second before rolling his eyes with a scoff and raising his glass. “To bright futures and no more poison, I suppose. You’re too annoying to even get rid of at this point.”

“To being too annoying to get rid of!” Héctor crows and clinks their glasses together.

They drink, and get back to their game. Outside, the sun sets on a quiet evening at the Rivera home where everyone, at least for a good long time, lives happily.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Hello! I LOVE your writing! If you're still accepting prompts for tickletober, may I please request (bsd) Lee! Fyodor and ler! Dazai (romantic preferably, but whatever's easier for you) with day 18, magic?

Dazai can cancel Fyodor's ability, making him the only one who can touch Fyodor without dying. I have a headcanon that every time Dazai touches Fyodor in a certain, very light way, Fyodor will feel a tingly sensation wherever Dazai touches him as a result of their abilities interacting with each other. Usually, it's just a bit tingly, but it gets very ticklish when Dazai does things like poking, rubbing, tracing etc.

When the two are having a sappy romantic moment (not often, let's be honest XD), Dazai will be a little shit and place his hands on Fyodor's neck/jaw before kissing him, making Fyodor all giggly and flustered. For a more platonic scenario, Dazai is (just like before XD) being a little shit and he thinks it's funny when Fyodor loses his cool. So he quickly grabs Fyodor's hands, causing Fyodor to do a full-body shiver and try to yank his hand back, but since Dazai is stronger than him, he's stuck there, forced to endure the tickles until Dazai thinks he's had enough.

Sorry if this is long, feel free to decline. Have an awesome day!

Tickletober day #18: Magic

Hsjdhskhdjsh I hope this is okay, writing a russian rat and suicide maniac together is quite challenging and after the latest season, I have a hard time visualizing them as romantic partners

I am a Dazai x Sigma believer ✌️

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Fyodor x Dazai (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Fyodor

Ler: Dazai

Warnings: Tickles!

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“You’re not so scary now, are you?~” Dazai teased, having pulled Fyodor onto his lap with ease and more importantly, without getting obliterated in the process thanks to his special ability.

“And look, I can even touch you all I want~” and just like that, Dazai’s hands started to playfully roam all over Fyodors torso.

Being touched like this was foreign to him, to say the least, but he didn’t plan on it to feel so damn ticklish!

“Oh, what’s this? Did I hit a sensitive spot?~” Dazai whispered teasingly close to the russian male’s ear, causing him to jolt upright.

“Tch, I don’t get sensitive” Fyodor let out a huff, trying to cover up the laughter that threatened to spill out of his lips. How foolish of him to think that Dazai would just leave it there, it is Dazai, after all. He thrives on other’s misery.

“Then surely you won’t mind if I do this, right?~” there was an evil smirk on Dazai’s face as his bandaged fingers found their way under Fyodor’s shirt, making sure to touch every inch of his torso.

“Mph!” his eyes instantly shut tight at the growing sensation, trying to squirm away from the offender, but he was too weak when in such a vulnerable pisition.

“C’mon, y’know you wanna laugh~” Dazai’s index finger poked it’s way to Fyodor’s navel, earning a startled gasp from the latter.

“Gah! Pfft! Ahahahaha! Dazai nohoho!” the damn finally broke and Fyodor’s laughter echoed across the room. His pale cheeks quickly turning tomato red as he tried and failed to control his reactions. How embarrassing! Someone so feared being brought down with something so childish, and yet, it didn’t feel all that bad to be touched so gently. Not like Fyodor would admit it out loud, but knowing Dazai, he already has an idea.

“Better get comfy ‘cause I won’t stop for a looong while!~” and thus, Dazai kept softly yet consistently tickling all over Fyodor’s belly and sides. Feeling like he was on cloud 9 for hearing such genuine laughter for once from this man. Even if neither voiced their enjoyment of this moment, it was pretty clear to anyone the giddy expressions they both wore.

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Update: After doing a very crack rp of me playing as Fyodor, I can say I believe in FyoZai love LMAO