#how to give chan head: a guide by yours truly

[christronomy]

chris absolutely loves when you kiss his cock before taking him in your mouth, especially when you start at the base and slowly work your way up. the soft pressure of your lips against him makes him so incredibly hard so fast that he feels like he might cum just from that alone. if you fondle his balls while slowly licking a long stripe from base to his leaky tip, he swears he sees stars, especially if you kiss it after. also loves when you take only the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, licking up his precum to tease him, then pull off to kiss his thighs and lower abdomen while stroking him gently. like imagine the pretty faces and sounds he'd make, the way he'd probably toss his head back, chuckling and hissing softly, shivering cause of how good it feels. his eyes roll back so hard when he feels you moan against his cock too. definitely the type to take fistfuls of your hair and thrust up into your mouth a little bit, cause that makes him antsy since it feels so good. when he cums it's such a sight, should be recorded and put in a fuckin' museum, cause he just looks and sounds too good. definitely a back archer and let's out the loudest, prettiest moans and sighs. he'd just be sooo fuckin' vocal. uses his words too cause he can't go without telling you how good you're being for him. "that's it, baby, your pretty lips feel so good 'round my cock. just like that." "gonna cum in that cute lil mouth of yours. you want it, pretty baby?" "god, you're so good at getting me all worked up, know how to tease me just right. should reward you for that later, hmm?"

[lovingseventeen]

Hiii could you pls write about how seventeen gets their s/o to sit in their lap?? Thanks so much

svt getting their s/o to sit on their lap

a/n: i hope this is sufficient for my very delayed return (please).

seungcheol: 

✿ it's truly just second nature for him at this point

✿ he'll just casually guide you onto his lap and you don't really question it either

✿ say you're about to sit next to him on the couch

✿ as you're about to sit he'll just lightly pull your wrist in his direction and there you are

jeonghan:

✿ loves to rest his head on your shoulder when you sit on his lap

✿ the simplest "come here" and you're following

✿ he loves this because you don't even have to pay attention to him but he has all the access to wrap his arms around your middle

joshua: 

✿ pats his leg when you want to show him something on your phone

✿ "josh look at this thing i just saw-"

✿ immediately, he's sitting up and spreading his legs so you can walk in the space between them and sit on one of his thighs

✿ "let me see, pretty"

jun: 

✿ will gradually shift you onto his lap over time absentmindedly

✿ neither of you two really notice but you just wind up there

✿ you were watching a movie on opposite ends of the couch (which is fine) but now you're there??? (no one is complaining)

hoshi: 

✿ so annoying about it (i mean this in a loving way)

✿ why should you sit anywhere else when his lap is literally right there??

✿ even if you sat somewhere else without thinking about it he's jokingly scoffing "so you hate me"

✿ (it's okay, just go sit on his lap and peck his cheek and he's all giddy again)

wonwoo: 

✿ pulls you towards him by an article of clothing

✿ it could be your pants loop, the sleeve of your hoodie, or the back of your shirt

✿ he doesn't need to ask you twice :')

woozi:

✿ always asks for your opinion when he makes a new beat or writes new lyrics

✿ "i want you to listen to this" he says with a hand stretched out

✿ he likes to have you sit on his lap while he places the headphones around your ears

✿ he gently presses his forehead to your back as he waits for your thoughts

dokyeom: 

✿ perpetually wrapped around you anyway (his love language is physical touch)

✿ it doesn't take long when an arm around your shoulder as you're sitting next to each other moves to your waist

✿ then he figures this isn't close enough and he'll also maneuver you so you're eventually on his lap. he'll quite literally wrap his arms around your middle so he can move you

✿ "this is better" as he nudges his face into your neck

mingyu:

✿ will manhandle you if he has to

✿ you try teasing him just to see him get pouty and as you're trying to get away from him, he uses a little bit more of his strength to pull you towards him

✿ but as you're sat you feel him mumble against your shoulder "do you actually not want to?"

minghao:

✿ i think he's a pretty straightforward person

✿ a simple tucking your hair behind your ears and he's caught your attention

✿ "i want you closer" as he holds your arm to help you move

seungkwan: 

✿ dances around the subject instead of just telling you what he wants lol

✿ "did you know that sitting on wooden chairs is actually bad for your back? there's no cushioning"

✿ "oh really? should we order cushions then or-"

✿ "you could sit somewhere else"

✿ "but i need the table for my laptop and i get so lazy on the couch-"

✿ "then maybe you could just sit here" he offers, moving his chair back to welcome you. then it all clicks (he's a dork)

vernon: 

✿ also probably someone who just tugs you gently in his direction

✿ i don't think he'd need to use words for you to get it either

✿ even if you're standing around him doing anything else and you feel him lightly pull the back of your sweater you follow him without giving it much thought

chan:

✿ as long as you're in his vicinity he pulls you with him as he sits down

✿ both of you just came home from work? he's dropping himself down on the couch and you're coming with him

✿ has most definitely missed at least once and you both landed on the floor

[felixsramen]

Yours Truly

This is part 31 to my skz poly fic. So sorry it took so long to get it out.

Warnings: Brief mention of sex

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"May I ask why you're hands are on my hips?" I.N. asks Felix. Felix stands behind him as he cuts a strawberry. You watch on as I.N. continues to cut strawberries beside you as you pour flour into a measuring cup.

"Mmm because you're one of the loves of my lives and I want to make sure you aren't fingerless. You're quite known for being clumsy." Felix tells him pressing a kiss to I.N.s neck.

I.N. frowns as Felix continues to observe him. Its not long though before he's behind you as you mix the rest of the ingredients together. One hand goes to your waist and the other goes over your hand. "Careful. You don't want to mix it too fast. You'll over mix the batter and it won't rise." Felix tells you as he guides you through mixing it.

I.N. finishes cutting the strawberries. Felix eventually thinks it's mixed enough and takes the strawberries from him and the batter from you. I.N. looks over at Felix as he goes looking for something through the cabinets.

"I am totally not as clumsy as Felix says." I.N. tells you and you can't help but smile. "No?" You ask him with a smile and he shakes his head. "Don't let that fox lie to you. He's just as clumsy as Han. He once slipped on air." Felix brings down a cupcake pan.

I.N. pouts at Felixs words. Felix looks up at him giving him a smile. "So I should be careful around him?" You ask Felix with a laugh. Felix nods his head. "Oh definitely. There's been plenty of times he's almost taken us to the ground with him." Felix tells you.

"Fine! I'm a little clumsy." I.N. admits to you. You smile at him. "We can be clumsy together. I trip over myself all the time." I.N. smiles at you and grabs your hand. He looks at Felix sticking his tongue out.

Felix rolls his eyes with a smile as he pours the batter into the baking. "So now we have two clumsy lovers huh? Well I don't mind tripping with the both of you." Felix's words make you smile even more. He referred to you as one of his lovers.

"Don't forget Ji." I.N. tells him and Felix turns to look at the both of you. He puts a hand over his head dramatically. "Three clumsy lovers! Oh how will I survive!" Felix says and I.N. rolls his eyes.

"You're as dramatic as Hyunjin." I.N. tells Felix. "I heard that! I'm not dramatic!" Hyunjin yells from down the hall. Felix and you laugh. "YOU HAD YOUR DATE! I DIDNT BOTHER YOU NOW DID I?" I.N. yells back down the hall.

"You could've! I would've loved to have paint you at the park too!" Hyunjin yells back. I.N. crosses his arms. "YOU'RE RUINING THE ATMOSPHERE RIGHT NOW JINNIE!" Felix yells down the hall as he comes up behind you hugging you. He rocks back and forth with you in his arms.

"What atmosphere? You better not be trying to fuck I.N. in the kitchen or yn!" Hyunjin yells back from Jisungs room. Felix rolls his eyes. "WHO IS FUCKING IN MY KITCHEN?" Minho yells out opening Chans door.

"NO ONE. YOUR BOYFRIEND WONT LEAVE US ALONE!" I.N. screams down the hallway once more with a smile. "HWANG HYUNJIN!" Minho yells out. A door opens down the end of the hall and then you hear feet stop at Chans room.

"In here now. Leave them alone. You'll get to bother all three of them later tonight." You can hear Minho say and then a door closes. You look at I.N. and Felix. You all erupt into giggles.

"Minho is like a Mom." You tell them and they only laugh harder. "You're right. Chan is kind of like the Dad too. While Minho scolds us whenever we do something wrong Chan is the one who usually gave us permission." Felix tells you as his head rests on your shoulder. I.N. still holds your hand.

I.N. smiles at you both. "It's kind of funny really. Except when Chan is standing behind him crossing his arms like a disappointed parent." I.N. laughs though at his own words.

"It's cute though." You tell them with a smile. "They're all cute. Just wait until you see Changbin doing aegyo." Felix tells you. I.N. shakes his head and lets out a laugh. "Don't tell her that. He'll use it against her if he knows she knows." You can't help but laugh. Felix laughs hiding his face in your shoulder. "Don't let Changbin or Jisung have an aegyo battle though. Last time it ended up with Jisung crying because no one wanted to pick sides and would say he was cuter than Changbin. He stopped crying though after Changbin told him he was cuter." I.N. tells you with a smile.

"What about you both?" You tell them and I.N. smiles. "Am I cute?" I.N. asks leaning closer showing off his dimples. Your hands go to poke them. "Adorable really." You tell him with a smile.

"What about me? Do you think I'm cute?" Felix tells you turning you around to face him. You can see the freckles on his face so much clearer up close. "You're adorable too Lixie." You admit to him bringing a hand up to poke at the little freckles on his cheek.

Felix moves your hand from his face. "You're so much more adorable than me though." Felix tells you with a blinding smile. His lips meet your head once more. You can't help but smile.

"If you can't tell his love language is affection." I.N. comments making you turn back to him. Felix laughs at his comment. "As if you don't love it." Felix moves from you coming up to I.N. and brings a finger under his chin.

"I wasn't complaining." I.N. tells him with a smile. Felix presses a sweet kiss to I.N.s lips. Felix pulls away and smiles. "I know you weren't." Felix's hand stay under his chin. You watch as I.N. turns red.

"Weren't we baking? Shouldn't we get back to that right?" I.N. look at you for help and you only shrug with a smile. Felix laughs at your reaction before dropping I.N.s head and moving to the stove. He grabs an oven mitt and puts the cupcakes in the oven setting a timer.

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DnD Part 7 NSFW - Silent Secrets

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Pairing:  reader x Knight! Chan, reader x Dark Prince! Hyunjin, reader x Thief! Felix, reader x Fairy! Jisung

Summary: Something about this fantasy world is not as it seems, not that Electra cares to keep it a secret. It does however change things dramatically when it means your friends are at risk.

Warnings:  Cursing, violent threatening, unprotected sex, aphrodisiacs, cunnilingus, fingering, slight manhandling, bondage (through magic), not really choking but pushing head into pillow to quiet, teasing, cumming inside. 

Word Count: 2126

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“You’re acting like I’m the only one who wants this. I’ll follow your rules though. Until you’re willing to admit how good I’m making you feel and truly give into me that is.” Jisung leans in but instead of going for your lips, he kisses your neck, tongue darting out over a spot when his lips earn a gasp. His hands help as you work to remove the skirt of your dress and underlayers now. Golden glitter dancing brighter across his skin now as he feels your fingers weave into his hair guiding him down between your thighs. Prepared to give you everything your body is wordlessly begging him for.

“I hope you’re ready princess because I’m about to ruin everyone else for you.”

“Shh princess we wouldn’t want anyone to hear now would we?” Jisung chuckles against your sex, only making you whimper again. His fingers tease your folds as he suckles your clit. A warm feeling taking over, but something different than that of an orgasm.

“Sung… Sungie…” You pant out, fingers weaving into his hair, “I feel funny…”

“Oh? Don’t tell me you’ve never been with a fairy before, princess.” Jisung gasps, looking at you, “Do they not have them in your world?”

When you shake your head Jisung chuckles, “Then you’re in for a treat princess, because fairies like me have a special effect on humans like you. You see, my saliva, what has been all over this pretty little cunt… works as an aphrodisiac on humans.” 

You gawk at him slightly, trying to take in the information in your current state.

“Which will only make you feel even more desperate for me and even more pleasure from me.” Jisung smirks, teasingly flicking his tongue over your clit and making you clap a hand over your mouth to muffle the cry it almost makes you let out, “See, I told you.”

He’s so smug that you’re wishing you could level him some, but you’re melting, insides practically molten as a result of his actions. Especially when he slips two fingers in, only adding to the feeling. Your whole body burning into the mattress, limbs feeling heavy as you cry and moan against your palm, willing that no one outside the room can hear what is going on. Jisung works you up to the edge quickly before backing off right before you can cum. Loving how it fills your eyes with tears as a result. 

“Awe does the pretty princess need to cum?” Jisung coos mockingly at you with a teasing pout, “Go ahead, but with how much of my spit is glistening on that pretty pussy it won’t bring you enough relief.”

He growls out quietly to you before smacking your clit and sending you over the edge quickly. A few tears fall now as you shake and tremble beneath him. Jisung pressed his palm over yours to muffle your sounds a little more.

“You really can’t keep quiet can you?” He rolls his eyes, but his Cheshire grin tells you he loves it, “Imagine how loud you’ll end up on my cock then… too loud, that’s for sure.”

You shake your head, not wanting anything to interfere with you getting that when he was right about the orgasm not truly giving you any relief. You needed the real thing. You needed him to satiate the desire you were feeling deep inside.

Jisung sighs, helping you to flip over onto your hands and knees, “I guess I can give it to you. You’ll just have to keep that pretty face buried in the pillows so that no one hears.”

He didn’t actually give you a choice though, one hand on the back of your head and the other on the small of your back, putting you into the prettiest arch for him.

“Stay just like that for me so you can stay quiet and so I can get nice and deep.” Jisung demands of you as he pulls back just to undress. Blue glittering in your sight before there’s a force holding you in the position his hands had put you in while they grip your hips. 

“Fill me up so good Sungie, please.” You plead into the pillow, but he makes out the words still. You have to bite into the pillow to keep quiet when he pushes into you. Jisung biting down on his lip to do the same. 

“You’re so tight princess, and dripping around my cock. Do you really need it that bad?” Jisung asks, pulling out teasingly slowly as he does and laughing a little when you whine into the pillow between your teeth. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

You try to wiggle your hips to get him fully inside of you again, but between the mostly invisible force and his hands, you’re not moving anywhere, not even budging in the slightest. Jisung smirks at your struggle before quickly snapping his hips back into yours. He does this for a little bit to tease, pulling out to the tip, pausing, and suddenly filling you again. He only stops when he can’t handle the teasing anymore, practically falling over you as he quickly ruts and grinds deeply into you. He no longer pulls far away at all obsessed with the feeling of you wrapped around him. Almost as much as you were obsessed with the feeling of him stretching you out, but then again he wasn’t the one currently affected by an aphrodisiac. Jisung’s hands beside your frame move when he sees you clawing at the sheets, pinning yours with his. The action only adds to your arousal even more. Feeling your orgasm bubbling up even without him adding stimulation to your clit and you wonder how strong of an effect he actually had on you to make that happen. Jisung panting and giving low moans right by your ear. 

“You gonna cum on my cock princess? I can feel you getting so tight for me. Want my cum to finally make you feel better?” Jisung asks, showing you even more evidence of who the real slut in the room was as he chases his release rather sloppily. Intent on pumping you full, though you were going to go over that edge with him, the both of you entirely blissed out. Jisung waits until you fully quiet down afterwards before helping you flip back over to lie on the bed again.

“How are you feeling princess? Still too warm?” Jisung inquires as he looks over you to check up on whether you're okay.

“A lil bit yeah.” You answer him, nodding as you try to look at him through unfocused eyes in your current hazy state. Jisung humming as he considers your answer. 

“I’ll make it better for you princess. Gonna go nice and easy since you did such a good job for me.” Jisung has sweetened up some now that he has cum. Leaning down to give you a sweet kiss, nothing prolonged or to get you overly riled up again though.

“Make it better please.” You quietly request, only to gasp when Jisung carefully slips two fingers inside of you again. Taking his time, but not going so slow as to tease. Being mindful of your hypersensitive state even as his goal is to make you cum again. 

“There you go princess, let me make sure all my cum is nice and deep so that it gets better, yeah?” Jisung coos watching how your eyes roll when he curls his fingers just right. This time when you cum it makes all that burning heat ebb away, replaced with sweet relief. Leaving you entirely exhausted though as Jisung handles aftercare for you, allowing you to doze off after that.

When you wake up it’s not due to Jisung, but a loud knock on the door. Jisung makes eye contact before disappearing a second later. You’re thankful he’d helped you into a nightgown before you had passed out considering Hyunjin walks in a moment later. The man looks exceptionally frazzled as he quickly crosses the room.

“Okay seriously Y/N, no more games. Where is the fucking map?” Hyunjin asks voice raised and for the first time since you came to trust he wouldn’t harm you were you undoubtedly afraid of him.

“I genuinely cannot tell you Hyunjin. I handed it off. They could have it anywhere at this point.” You shrug as you sit on the bed watching the man huff and pace, constantly running his hand through his hair.

“This is bad. This is so so bad.” He mumbles to himself. Before he stops and fixes you with his gaze again, “Did you tell them somewhere specific to take it? Tell me your orders to them Y/N, and don’t waste my time.”

“I told them to take it with them and to not turn back for me. They will do as they see fit to keep it safe. So without my being there with them I truly cannot help you.” You reiterate, but it only gets Hyunjin more worked up.

“God fucking damnit Y/N!” Hyunjin curses, shaking his head, “You don’t understand! This is bigger than us okay! If that map isn’t here in 24 hours we’re screwed!”

As intimidated as you are by him at this moment this is what you had been planning for. It was finally happening, your actions were going to get the woman to arrive and get you even closer to the dice now. Get you one step closer to making it home.

“There is nothing more that I can do at this point, Hyunjin.” You speak truthfully and yet calmly in hopes of not angering him further.

“You can watch me burn every inch of your kingdom down until I find that map.” Hyunjin hisses before going to stomp through the door while your blood runs cold at his threat. Only he freezes as the door opens to reveal Electra.

“Now Hyunjin, that isn’t necessary. Not at this point. Why don’t you leave me and Y/N along to chat for a moment?” She asks, but you have a feeling it is a demand, not a request. Hyujin hesitates as he’s not sure what she’ll do to you before silently leaving like a dog with its tail tucked only a moment later. “I have to hand it to you Y/N you’re cleverer than I anticipated. That or you truly are clueless. Either way, you’re going to hate me being here now. See I’m not someone who you want to mess with… death is not what you should be most afraid of in this world… it’s me.”

You raise a brow, “Please enlighten me on why that is.”

“Oh Y/N you don’t understand. You see… When I first came here I was a princess too. Now look at me. Feared. Revered. Powerful. And I’m going to make our world regret forgetting about me. For leaving me here to rot without a way home. Meanwhile, you stay here, after all, one of us will have to and it won’t be me anymore.” She says rather matter-of-factly.

“Like hell, I will. You can’t and won’t make me.” You counter with a scoff, but it does nothing to deter her.

“Tsk… Y/N…. You really think it is a coincidence that the people here resemble those whom you care about?” Your heart nearly stops at the smirk she gives in addition to her words, “It’s not. They’re linked to one another. If something harms one of them here the damage will take permanent effect in their world. I can and will ruin their lives. I will torture and kill them without an ounce of hesitation at all.” 

You feel nauseous at her threat which only makes her chuckle, “See, but I was even generous enough to give you what you wanted in a chance with them. So just take what I’ve so kindly given and be a good girl who follows directions. Now.. where is the map?”

“On its way to my kingdom with Chan and Felix.” You quietly mumble without much choice if you want them safe. Sure you wouldn’t let her off easily, but even if you couldn’t find a way home you weren’t about to risk your friends' lives for yours. Even if ultimately that would result in you being stuck here.

Electra hums before turning around to leave, “I’ll be seeing you a lot Y/N, so don’t get comfortable.”

Her laugh sends shivers down your spine, Hyunjing looking in to check on you physically despite her calling for him to follow after her. Leaving you alone in time for Jisung to slip back through the window, having hidden outside so that she hopefully wouldn’t be able to tell that he was there.

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In your dreams

✎ Kuroo x Reader

✎ Mid terms were killing you, your brain couldn't function, lucky for you, your boyfriend has a plan to help you

✎ Tags: fluff, crack, gn! reader

: ̗̀➛ Manager/Author's note: My exams have already started- and I'm not in the mood to study sooooo ://

"Oh oh! Hydrogen bubbles will form!"

"Bubu, wrong ~ try again," You huffed as you watched Kuroo snicker, munching away at the pocky you were dying to taste.

You've been nothing but declining in your studies, heart sinking everytime you looked at the red stained paper, face scrunch up distinctly remember you had memorized that answer correctly. You were one to carve study materials into your brain, staying up super super late to prepare for your tests everytime.

Kuroo, on the other hand, is a literal genius. You wonder how this guy acts like an idiot half the time but still passes all his subjects with flying colours. He isn't even fazed, if you were him, you would be jumping up and down like a rabbit if you were scoring A after A on papers.

The worst part, the constant teasing with him. "Awww, you got a D again, Chibi-chan? Too bad~ I guess work harder next time~" If he weren't so special to you, you would have sent this man to the hospital with broken ribs. That smug smirk, lingering tone poking at you made you boil in annoyance.

Even though he does make fun of you, Kuroo doesn't like to see you frown, the sadness swirling in your eyes as you stared at the 53 in the red circle. It stings at his heart, so when he came to you with an offer and you cheerfully agreed, he couldn't help but grin. The sparkle in your eye, the smile you held, boy did it tug at his heart strings.

"Alright, here's some test notes, from yours truly. Give it a look and I repeat- NO memorizing, try to understand the material, not shoving the information into your head. I'll be right back." Kuroo stepped out, leaving you to your own devices. The neatly written notes in your hand, eyes trailing over the letters and numbers.

ᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴛʜᴏᴅᴇ, sᴏᴅɪᴜᴍ ᴡɪʟʟ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴀs ɪᴛ's ɪɴ ᴍᴏʟᴛᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ

His handwriting is.. hella pretty— it looked like a hot mess from a distant, but looking at it closely, it looks clean and crisp.

"Ahem, you look way more invested in something other than the study guide, care to share to the class, Chibi-chan~?" You squeaked, turning to see a smirking Kuroo, his arms full of small colourful boxes. His leg pushed back, closing the door with a click before he walks back to his spot.

"hA- what do you mean, I was reading about the cat-something something, yeah that one!" You stumbled, sweat forming faster than air meeting an ice cold glass.

"Sureee, like I'd believe a munchkin like you~" Kuroo snickered again, his index and thumb reaching for you cheek, giving it a little tug. You growled like a pup making the male crackle more.

"Anyways, what are the boxes for?" You shrug his hand off, turning towards the piles of boxes he brought in.

"Well, I heard you have an obsession with these things.. sooo, let's make it a game! For every question you get right, you get one~" Kuroo cracked one box open, pulling at the package before taking a pocky out of the bag.

"Aaaaah! I've craving some recently, especially this favour!" Your mouth started subconsciously drooling a little as you tried to reach for the warping of biscuits from Kuroo's hand, who coughed, moving his hand away, leaning his face further towards yours.

"BUT! If you get it wrong, you get to watch me eat one, how does that sound~? You swear you had saw this coming, it's always a twist with this sly cat. You pouted, cheeks puffing up, your nose wrinkled at the idea. The offer was tempting, but was torment by watching your boyfriend snacking at your favourite treat while laughing at you worth the risk. You bet it was.

"Challenge accepted!" Kuroo smiled brighter, your determination to win lingering at him.

"You are so on~"

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"Copper!"

"Heh, fine, you win this one," You snatched the pocky Kuroo was about to handle to you. It's been an one hour or so since you played along this little game with Kuroo. Not to toot your own horn, but you were pretty confident, you haven't gotten one wrong for quite a while now. You were so sure you were on a roll today.

"Ooh, this is a tricky one, what's the Avogadro Constant?"

"Eh- erm.. wait- was that even in the notes???"

"Mhm~" You swayed, index pressed to your temples as Kuroo slowly started giggling.

"Er... a constant change in reaction?"

"Aaaaand you're... WRONG!"

You winced while Kuroo howled like a hyena. Eyes darted sideways, pink staining your cheeks. Attention drawn back when the feeling of pocky tapped at your bottom lip.

"Open up, Chibi-chan~" Kuroo hummed, dragging the biscuit along the muscle like a paintbrush on a canvas. Eyebrow rose in confusion, lips parting for the stick like treat to be place between them.

"Don't bite it, okay? Don't you dare flinch either~" Glare sinking into your features, knowing him, he was just trying to torture you slower than the last time.

But what he did next.. was not what you expected—

Head leaning in, canine teeth nibbling the pocky between his lips, slow and steady moving towards your end of the snack. Eyes stared into playful hazel eyes, cheeks glowing redder with every inch he draws closer. Eyelids squeezing shut, ready for the soft colliding of his lips with yours as the his breath tickles at your skin.

Nothing.

You snap back, seeing nothing but a whizzing Kuroo who was still chewing at the pocky.

"YOU LITTLE—"

"HAHAHAH, YOU GOT THE QUESTION WRONG, YOU REALLY THOUGHT I WOULD—" A pillow was sent flying, it's marshmallowy filling hitting his cheek with a strong enough force to make him cough up.

"I'll show you.. "

"Total worth it.. "

[wildernessuntothemselves]

I'm Yours, You're Mine | 5

Word Count: 4.1k

Genre: Smut, angst

Warnings: Cheating, yandere!felix, sub!felix, mention of blackmail, public sex, pussy eating, guided masturbation?, fingering, hella jealousy, assault mention, jisung inclusion lmao

A/N: link to the gorgeous dress the OC wears made a super lovely anon thank you babe

GIF CREDIT

“What is taking you so long?” You grunt, walking into the kitchen to find the freckled boy pulling a tray out of the oven. At the sound of your voice, he springs up and flashes you a brilliant smile that explains just why he’s nicknamed the sunshine boy. You smile bitterly at the reminder. Oh, how you used to believe that.

“I just finished the brownies for the picnic, noona.” He chirps happily, looking so angelic, like a bad thought never crossed his mind ever.

Felix wants to take you on a romantic picnic date beside the river. He volunteered to do everything, making you both the food and drinks you’ll need so all you’ll have to do is sit there and enjoy the pleasant early summer weather.

Taking a deep breath, you steal yourself, preparing for the transformation you’ve come to expect from him. “Oh, we’re not going on a picnic. I changed my mind. I wanna go to the mall instead.”

You know the commercial, impersonal place would upset the sentimental boy, and that’s why you do it. The sharp fall of his smile makes your heart stop for a second and your body stiffen, preparing for an attack.

“What?” He asks gruffly.

“I need new summer clothes.” You try to appear nonchalantly.

“Can’t you do that any other time?”

“I want to do it today.” You shrug, stopping yourself from flinching as you see his jaw clench. “You promised you’d take care of me. You promised you’d do what I want.” You remind him of the promises he made after attacking you last time. The promises he made to make you give him another chance. You didn’t believe in any of his promises, and you were provoking him on purpose to prove that he can’t himself in check so you’d have a reason to call this whole thing off.

And it seems he’s getting there. “But we agreed on this date. I prepared a lot for this. I made you fucking brownies.”

“You promised you wouldn’t hurt me.” You accuse, and he flinches, his body immediately deflating as the anger rushes out of him. “No, I won’t. It’s okay. We can go wherever you want, noona. You just took me by surprise, that’s all.”

You didn’t expect this reaction from him. You thought he’d lash out again. Maybe it really was a mistake like he said, and you should give him another chance. You’re lost in contemplation when his soft, low voice breaks through to you.

“Would you at least try the brownies?” He pleads, his pretty eyes sparkling, making you believe that the universe truly is a cruel, uncaring place if the stars would agree to light up the eyes of someone like him. Still, you can’t resist the constellations reflected in his eyes and onto his cheeks, finding yourself compelled to lean down and press a kiss to his pouty lips.

You suck in a sharp breath at the exploding light that brightens his face at such a small action, like a supernova, blazing your cold heart.

“Okay.” You breathe, and he, giddy with excitement, cuts off a piece for you. You reach out for it but he swings his hand out of the way, wanting to feed it to you himself. You open your mouth and accept the food, biting a piece of it off and chewing it.

Felix watches you with bated breath, as if your opinion would win him a national baking competition. You’re scared by how much you’re enjoying his attention, and it scares you. It’s too easy to get addicted to him.

“How do you like it, noona?”

“It’s sublime.” You smile, the divine taste of the dessert and his angelic features could fool you into thinking you’re in heaven. How can one person give you such radically conflicting feelings? You feel like you’re teetering on the edge of a cliff, not knowing if at the end of fall you’ll be greeted by the refreshing ocean water or the jagged, deadly rocks.

Felix’s smile gets impossibly wider as he giggles. “I knew you’d like it, baby.” He leans in to give you a peck that’s sweeter than the food you just had.

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You can’t find anything you like. Nothing at all.

Frustrated, you turn to Felix who had been following you obediently like a little puppy through the countless stores.

“I don’t know. Do you see anything good?” You huff, and he seems surprised by your question, not having expected you to actually take his opinion, albeit how last choice it is. You feel bad. He not only didn’t complain like he promised, even though you cancelled the picnic he wanted, but he actually hyped you up and showered you with compliments every time you’d try on something new.

“What do you like your girl to wear?” You tease him, knowing your words will bring a pretty blush to his face.

“I--I like dresses.” He replies sheepishly.

“Yeah? Like what? Show me.”

It’s your turn to follow him around as he bashfully picks out a few dresses for you. You notice they're all so girly and pretty with bows and frills and lace. Seems like he has a type.

“Do you want me to try them on, baby?” You ask when he hands them to you.

“Please.” He breathes, impatient to see them on you and you think it's adorable how excited he is. You don’t wear dresses, and you know you won’t wear these, but you try them on just for him, not expecting how much his reaction will affect you.

"Wow." He sucks in a breath, his widened eyes taking in every inch of you. Smirking, you ask, "You like it that much?"

He nods vigorously, looking at you with adoration and want you’ve never had directed at you before. It takes your breath away, how genuine it looks, compelling you to do everything in your power to earn it.

The dress is made of a pretty pink Chiffon material, with a pink bow circling under the chest and a sweetheart neckline that exposes your collarbones and dips down to show quite a bit of cleavage, serving to emphasize your breasts that Felix can’t take his eyes off of. The contrast between the light and princessy look of the flowy skirt, and the seductive neckline hints at a certain corruption of innocence begging to be undertaken.

But just as you prepare to be engulfed in the sparkly blue-green of the ocean water, you find yourself crumpling over the rocks as Felix pulls out his phone to take a picture of you.

“You and your pictures.” You comment bitterly, happiness gone. “Gonna blackmail me over this too?”

He gasps, and the hand holding his phone immediately drops down, as if he couldn’t believe you’d say that.

“What, did you forget that you forced me into this?” You mock, “I bet you’re loving this. Making me do this. Dressing me up like I’m your doll? I bet your little dick is hard right now.”

He shakes his head, and you’re not sure if he’s trying to deny your words or just defend his actions. Pulling him close by his jeans, you press your thigh between his legs and laugh when it’s met by his hard-on. “See? I know everything that goes on in your sick brain.”

“Just wanna be good for you.” He whimpers, but even as he says that, his eyes fall to your breasts and his hand reaches out to run over the neckline of the dress you have on.

“Of course you do.” You snarl, and he cowers under your harsh tone. But like a kid at a candy store, he can’t stop his hand from straying, his fingers trailing down to circle around your nipples pushing through the soft material of the dress.

Grabbing his wrist, you bring his hand to your mouth and take his middle finger into your mouth, sucking on it lightly, grinning as his knees buckling and a small whimper leaves his lips. He tries to push you back into the fitting room but you don’t budge, taking his finger out of your mouth and humming. "I suddenly want something to suck on. Why don't you buy me a popsicle baby? I'm feeling hot."

He gulps harshly, "Yes, noona."

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Felix buys all the dresses for you and you keep wearing the pink one, wanting to make him suffer more through the trip.

You strut to the ice cream store, feeling unstoppable in your flowy dress with your lovestruck lover in toe, hand on your waist and eyes glaring at everyone, trying to fend off anyone who would try to approach you.

Felix sits you down in a booth at the far end of the store, hiding you from view as he goes to get what you want. You sigh, playing the skirt of your new dress, lost in thought about Felix and how you feel about him. He’s sweet, addictively so, but he’s volatile and that scares you. Would you pick him over Chan? What if he just wants you because Chan has you? Maybe this is some kind of sick competition for him. Or maybe it’s the contrast with Chan that makes you like him at all. Maybe you’re just upset with Chan.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a loud, cheery voice. “Noona, how are you?”

Coming out your daze, you blink, taking in the new figure. “Oh, hey, Jisung.”

“What are you doing here?” He asks giddily, eyes raking over your body, stopping over your breasts the same way Felix did, and lingers on them too long. You clear your throat, smirking as his eyes snap back up to your face as he flushes.

You’re quite aware of the crush he has on you. So better get rid of him before Felix comes and throws a tantrum. Unless…

This could be your chance to get back at Felix for what he did to you and for forcing you to go on this date. He can threaten to tell Chan on you but what is he gonna do to Jisung? Nothing.

“I’m just hanging with a friend.” You smile broadly, “Why don’t you join us?”

“Wouldn’t your friend mind?” He asks, already moving to sit down. You grin wickedly, “No, he’ll love it."

“Okay.” He sits down opposite you, unsuspecting of the storm about to come over. Right on time, Felix comes back with your popsicle.

“Oh, hey Lixie! This is Jisung. We work together.” You pull him down, ignoring the sour look on his face.

“Hey!” Jisung pipes up with a friendly wave that Felix doesn’t return. Felix pins the other boy down with a glare that makes Jisung shrink back.

“He’s just a little shy.” You reach over the table and place your hand over his to comfort him, a gesture that only makes Felix angrier and he in turn grabs your thigh under the table and squeezes it in warning. Turning to him, you pluck the popsicle out of his hand and take a big lick. “Hmm, this is tasty.”

You take the part of the popsicle into your mouth, giving Felix a wink before you turn to the other boy. “So, how have you been, Sungie?”

“Um… good.” He fidgets as you swirl your tongue around the popsicle in an obviously suggestive way.

“How's your girlfriend?” You ask, knowing full well that they broke up. His eyes follow your tongue for a second before he clears his throat and answers. “We’re not together anymore.”

“Oh, no!” You pout, lips cherry colored and glistening with melted ice cream. “That must be very hard for you, baby.”

You feel Felix’s hand clench around your thigh, but you don’t spare him a glance as you continue, “How have you been handling that?”

You place the popsicle back in your mouth, sucking on it enticingly as you eye Jisung up and down and wait for him to answer, but the poor boy can barely string his words together. “It’s--I’m...o-okay.”

Pulling the popsicle out of your mouth with a wet slurp, you smile while licking the tip of the treat. “I’m so glad. Hmm, this is so good.” You moan out, and extend the popsicle towards him. “Wanna try it?”

Jisung chokes on his own spit, and you can tell that a handprint will remain on your upper thigh from how hard Felix’s fingers were digging into your skin.

"No that's okay, noona." Jisung fidgets, and you know he’s rubbing his thighs together under the table. You ignore his refusal, pushing the popsicle towards his mouth. "Come on baby, open up for me."

He obediently opens his mouth despite his refusal, but before he can close his lips around the ice cream, you pull it away with a laugh. "Why don't you stick out your tongue for me?"

He sucks in a sharp breath and his eyes snap to Felix. You can only see the other boy from the corner of your eye, but the rage rolling off of him in waves more than explains the terrified look on your coworker's face. No, that wouldn't do.

Leaning over the table, your ass in Felix’s face barely covered by the short dress, you curl a finger under Jisung’s chin and turn his attention towards you. "Don't look at him baby. Keep your eyes on me."

He nods weakly and you smile, moving to sit back down when Felix grabs your hips and pulls you down onto his lap, a small gasp escaping from your lips as you feel his hard-on against your thin underwear.

Your grin grows bigger, and you grind down on Felix’s dick as you tell Jisung, "Now show me your tongue, baby."

The sight of Jisung’s glazed eyes and pretty tongue out like a cute puppy makes you moan a little, something only Felix can hear. You feel his hand move from your hip to your pussy, fingers rubbing over you now soaked panties. With a shuddering breath, you move the popsicle over Jisung’s tongue, delighted by how he doesn’t pull it back into his mouth until you tell him to.

"Such a good boy." You coo, and you feel Felix’s fingers slip under your panties to rub harshly at your bare pussy. Shuddering, you open your legs wider for him. "He's such a good boy, isn't he, Felix? I bet he'd never act out or disobey me."

Felix grabs your clit between his thumb and index finger and pinches lightly, making you jump in his lap and bounce on his cock, the two of you groaning out in pleasure and making poor Jisung whimper as he clutches hard onto the table to keep from touching himself.

Opening your legs wide, you order Felix, "Put your fingers in me. Wanna show you what you're not getting by being a brat."

His hand leaves the tight circles he’s drawing over you clit and dip down to your hole, plunging a finger right in. “Oh, fuck.” You shudder at the delicious intrusion and the thrust of Felix’s dick against your pussy, the both of you clearly wishing that was his dick instead of his finger.

“Feels good, baby?” You whisper back to Felix and he nods sharply, finger pushing in and out of you incessantly as if you’ll tell him to stop at any moment. "Yeah? Tell Jisung how it feels."

Felix growls against your skin, sinking his teeth into your shoulder angrily, not wanting to think about the other guy with you right now. But you don’t back down. "Tell him or I'll have him find out himself."

He stuffs another finger inside you, and obeys, voice grave and hostile. “Noona’s pussy is tight around my fingers. So soft and wet for me. Only me.”

You laugh breathlessly, bucking your hips against Felix’s hand so that your clit can rub against his palm. Poor Jisung’s hands were white from how tightly he was gripping onto the table, and you’re worried he would either break it or hurt himself.

“You getting turned on watching us, baby?” You drawl, getting his attention. “It’s okay. You can touch yourself.”

As if he was waiting for your permission, Jisung instantly sticks his hand between his legs, and humps against it to relieve some of the pressure.

“Good boy.” You murmur, and Felix abuses the spot he bit in your shoulder again, deeping the mark forming there and making his feelings clear about you praising another guy while he’s fingering you. "Did you fantasize about my pussy, baby?"

“Yes.” Both of them answer, and you laugh.

"Hmm, seems like you've got competition, kitty. Maybe I chose the wrong boy to play with."

Felix stops abruptly, pulling his fingers out of you and pushing you onto the seat next to him. Your heart beats rapidly against your chest, thinking that he’s about to make a scene. Instead, he slips under the table and pulls on your hips so your ass is at the edge of the seat. Yanking your panties off, he spreads your legs wide.

"Gonna prove to you that I'm the one for you." He buries his face in your pussy, angrily licking every little inch of it and sucking harshly on your clit.

“Oh, fuck---Felix!” You moan, grabbing onto his hair as he devours your pussy. “Good boy. This is exactly where you belong.”

From the barely open slit of your eyes you see Jisung frustrated and on the verge of crying as he’s not getting as much stimulation as he needs.

"Pull your pretty cock out for me baby.” You drawl, trying to entice him so he’d forget about being in a public place and give in to you. “Don't be scared. Noona wants you to be dirty."

He discards his fears, pulling his dick out and yanking on it fast.

“Good boy. Such a good boy.” You effuse, and under the table, Felix pulls back to slap your pussy in punishment, furious that you’re still giving Jisung attention even though he’s on his knees under the table eating your pussy out.

“Brat.” You hiss, tugging on his hair and pushing his head back between your legs, grinding your pussy against his face.

"Wanna cum, please." Jisung begs, and you tear your eyes away from Felix’s shiny and livid ones to look over at him. He doesn’t look pretty or angelic as Felix looks even under the cramped table and surrounded by the pink Chiffon as he ignores his need to breathe in favor of pleasing you. Instead, Jisung he looks sweaty and fucked dumb, his eyes barely focused and his jaw hanging open.

"Wait for noona." You gruffly answer, squeaking in surprise as you feel Felix’s tongue push inside your pussy, a growly moan ripping out of him as he feels your tight walls around his tongue.

"You are doing such a good job, kitten.” You purr down to your lover, fucking his pretty face.

“No, I can’t, n-noona… please.” He cries, and you glare at him. “I said wait.”

“Can’t….ahh...noona, I’m sorry….fuck, fuck!” He squeaks, body convulsing as little ropes of white stain his shirt.

Seeing the mess he makes, you’re tipped over the edge yourself, cumming on Felix’s tongue and closing your thighs around his head, trapping him there. Obediently, he stays still as your hips buck a few more times against his face before your body relaxes and your legs fall open.

Felix gives your pussy a couple of soothing licks before he pulls your dress down and emerges from under the table, his face glistening with your cum. Yet somehow, he still looks as delicate and beautiful as ever as leans into your hand cupping his cheek.

“Good boy.” You murmur, your other hand reaching out to palm his crotch when a wet spot surprises you. You raise an eyebrow "oh?"

"I'm sorry. I know you didn’t say I could cum. I just wanted this for so long. Wanted to make you feel as good as you make me feel." He sobs, thinking you'll laugh at him. But you find it so incredibly sexy and flattering. You never thought you'd meet a guy who enjoyed pleasing you that much.

"You did good, baby." You beam, patting his cheek. ”Sitting there while I flirt with another boy? Maybe next I just make you watch while I fuck him. How does that sound? I bet it will make your little cock so hard, you little pervert."

He shakes his head violently, getting upset. "No, please don't. It would kill me. I love you so much." He breaks down and starts babbling about how he never wanted it to be this way. How sorry he is, begging you to not do this again.

"Hush, my dumb kitty." You press your finger against his lips to stop him from talking. “It’s okay. How about we go home and get cleaned up then have some coffee and brownies?"

He nods gratefully, and you’re about to get up when you hear someone cough. You look in front of you and remember that you had a guest.

“Oh, Jisung. Let’s talk tomorrow, okay?” You say, pulling Felix up and ignoring Jisung’s protests, and walking to the door.

However, Jisung isn’t the only one with something to say. As you’re about to leave the shop, an employee intercepts you. You can immediately tell what he’s going to say from the severe look on his face.

“Please, don’t try to come back to our shop or we’ll have to call the police.”

You nod, cheeks burning in humiliation as you run out and drag a smiling Felix behind you to the car.

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When you head off to work a few days later, you wonder what you’re going to say to Jisung. You had set off to work with a promise to Felix that you’re not gonna pursue anything with the brunette, but he weirdly didn’t seem particularly concerned about the matter, despite how upset he was that day.

Yes, you’d been extra nice to him these past few days, acting much more receptive to his affectionate ways and responding in kind, but you still didn’t expect that much change.

Your brain is buzzing with all the possibilities about how Jisung will react and your lover’s one-hundred-eighty flip in attitude as you step into your office, but then you realize that Jisung isn’t there at all. Asking around, you find out that he’s at the hospital. Apparently he’d injured himself while playing with a knife. You roll your eyes. That boy is a danger to himself.

Still, you decide to go check up on him at the hospital.

You expect him to act awkward around you, to blush and stutter and look away. What you don’t expect is the sheer horror on his face upon seeing you.

“Wow, did I scar you that bad?” Is the first thing you say to him once you’re inside his hospital room.

“Why are you here?” He asks shakily, staring behind you as if he’s expecting someone to pop out from there.

You frown, “I realize I may have crossed the line yesterday but I just wanted to make sure you’re alright."

“I’m fine. Now please leave.”

“Thanks, I’m so reassured right now.” You roll your eyes, moving closer to him. ”How did this even happen? How does one stab their own leg?”

But as you reach out to touch his shoulder, he screams. "Don't touch me! You can't touch me!"

"What's going on? You're freaking me out." You jump back, and once again, he looks behind you. "Does he know you're here?"

"Who?"

"Your boyfriend."

"Chan?” You ask, confused. What does Chan have to do with this? “He doesn't even know you."

"No, Felix. The one that was with you yesterday."

"Felix? He's not my---" Your face suddenly falls as a horrible thought crosses your mind. No. It can’t be. "Did he do this to you?"

Jisung pales and shakes his head violently "No. I told you it was an accident. Now please leave."

He seems to be on the verge of breakdown, and maybe you should try to calm him down, but your mind is in an upheaval right now, and all you could think of is running to Felix to prove to yourself that you’re just being crazy. He would never do something like this, would he? It can’t be. It’s simply outrageous. But then again his weird change in behavior, his volatile attitude that always keeps you on edge… No, that’s crazy talk.

Numbly you go out of the room and make your way to your car to head back home. You’ll talk to Felix and he’ll tell you how stupid you’re being, and it’s all gonna be alright.

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A/N: this chapter was written so quickly because of all the lovely feedback you guys gave me so yeah feedback feeds me

[nono-bunny]

Started playing Cupid Parasite yesterday, and as per my nature I'm playing by following both a guide and the most common recommended route order, so it's gonna be like. A LONG while until I fully get the answers to absolutely all the mysteries of the game, but!

I thought it might be fun, if not for others to read then at the very least for sake of posterity as something I can to come back to in the future, to log my thoughts, feelings, and predictions!

So: let's get started!

I called Allan being an incubus from essentially the very beginning. I don't even know what about him gave it away so quickly for me, but. Yah I suspected it long before he even mentioned Jupiter or specifically seeking out Lynette

So like, I imagine we're all in agreement about Minerva ABSOLUTELY being what's-her-face Love-Sensei ™ who's just out here being the ultimate wingwoman for Kyu-chan, right??

The translation sucks SO bad it physically hurts me sometimes lmao. Also the inconsistencies in how they translate things have me constantly doing a double take, istg wtf the least they could have done was settle on one way to portray the Shotafication™ of Glamor Parasite (whose name I'm totally blanking on rn for whatever reason??? Give me a break alright, I'm not even past the common route 😭)

The secret route is just Chii, right? Like. It's absolutely just Chii becoming a person called Peter and talking in the funniest "How do you do, fellow humans" pattern. Like initially I thought it might be Owen because voiced bishi but then I realized that literally everyone in this game is gorgeous so. Yeah now I'm like 99% certain secret route is just Kyu-chan getting together with her fucking pet of 8 years or something lmao that should be. Interesting, can't wait for him to absolutely lose it on her for using him as a neck massager lmaoo

Incidentally, no clue who Chii is a spy for, but he ABSOLUTELY is one, or at least, started out as such. No clue what made him take human form either, but like. Ya'll, I'm certain he's Peter. You can't fool me with that generic white text layout, game!!

Wtf is up with that weird lady in disguise and when is Kyu-chan going to realize it's either her absentee mom or her work partner or whatever the fuck Hera is to her, because like. Yeah that lady is absolutely not just some random human, she's either Hera or Venus

Oh god this game has me all mixed up with it using both roman and greek names, ffs it's a nightmare keeping it straight in my head even though I've always been into mythology

Raul, my bro, I get you. We can be special interest pals!!! I'll geek out about it with you and won't slap you for your bad takes!! His "parasite issue" really does feel like it's just him being ND, huh?

Minerva gave SUCH strong Biblical Snake vibes when we first meet her and I HATE it because I think she's either managed to convince me she's just an ostracized goddess who seeks change and is only playfully spiteful in a non harmful way but. Honestly she may very well turn out to have just been playing 4d chess using Kyu-chan the entire time, it'd suck tho because I LOVE MY GEEKY AUNT/MOTHER FIGURE/BGF (BEST GODDESS FRIEND)

Consequently, Mars is either just an asshole of an old fart for no reason or Minerva is just. Genuinely bad news and he was actually the good one all along. UNLIKELY, but always possible. Also did he fucking kidnap Kyu-chan??? What's her relationship with her mom even like??

The game gets 10/10 for style, like 4/10 for being practical and easy to see. Fr good god I have to zoom enhance AND squint from like one cm away from the screen to see some of the stuff. Same goes for the sound design, tbh- mixing is a mess and I'm constantly fiddling with the settings, but by god(s) does everything sound GREAT! Also the car honk absolutely sends me every time I hear it, and that's. A lot fjxjksbwjz

It's so much fun!!! Truly living up to its name as a romcom so far but I'm not an idiot and I can sense the angst coming from a mile away lmao

That's all I can recall for now, might repost with more stuff or updates later on, might not, tbh I just wanna get back to the game, so!!!

Edit because literally as soon as I opened up the game I remembered something else:

Oh god Gill is REALLY toeing the line between absolutely stealing my heart and earning a restraining order lmao

[souluble]

✿ Scenarios ✿

Part 1: Nobara Kugisaki / Itadori Yuji / Fushiguro Megumi / Inumaki Toge / Zenin Maki / Okkotsu Yuuta // (Next Part)

✿ Things they do in a relationship to show appreciation

Nobara Kugisaki

✿ Nobara likes to take you with her every time she visits a bakery, it means a lot that your by her side in case she finds Saori.

✿ A wide grin stretched across Nobaras face as she swung your interlocked hands back and forth. The two of you had snuck off during training to grab snacks for everyone and Nobara insisted you guys take the walk to a new bakery that opened.

“Imagine Saori-chan is there, I’m sure she’d love you” a bashful expression found itself taking over her features as she mumbled the last part.

You knew how much Nobara enjoyed looking for Saori, and not only did she get to search for an old friend but she got to make memories with you along the way. She learned your favorite pasteries and how while you may like some smoothies the others leave a bad aftertaste in your mouth.

It became a routine for the both of you, Nobara excitedly dragging you off campus to go to different pastry shops and pick up an abundance of baked goods for the others. It did get tiresome from time to time yet the childish glint in her eyes made it all worth it when she would look at you with adoration in her honey eyes.

Itadori Yuji

✿ Itadori has a playlist of all your favorite songs saved in his phone along with a list of your favorite orders from different restaurants.

✿ Scrolling through the mess that was Itadoris phone you searched through clustered apps in search for the music icon. One earbud hung loosely in your ear as you rested your head on Itadoris shoulder while he plugged the other earbud into his ear.

Watching you swipe mindlessly through his phone Itadori took the device from your hands and found the app with ease as he opened it up to be greated with an array of oddly named playlists. He clicked on the third one and you watched with curious eyes to see your name on the title. A collection of your favorite songs.

You couldn’t even remember telling him you liked half of the songs on the playlist yet he seemed to find out on his own. He was perceptive you’ll give him that.

“You like this song right? I heard you humming it a couple days ago”

The thought made your heart warm, Itadori had purposefully searched for some measly song you had stuck in your head just to put it into a playlist dedicated for you. He truly was something else.

Fushiguro Megumi

✿ Fushiguro leaves love notes by your bed every morning so you can wake up with a smile, he prefers this over text so you don't strain your eyes.

✿ Pushing softly against the door and treading lightly Fushiguro made his way to your bedside, the light peeking through the window making you look ethereal. A rare smile gracing his lips as he pushed a loose strand of hair to the side to get a closer look at your resting festures.

Slipping the pen from his pocket he wrote a messy ‘good morning’ and even measier ‘I love you’ as his hand shook from nervousness of getting caught. Folding the smudged paper into a neat square Fushiguro placed a gentle kiss to your forehead before pulling the blanket up more to envelop you in warmth.

Taking light steps back out of the room he stood in the door way for a minute that felt like forever, the quiet ticking of the clock echoing off the walls. Shoving his hands into his pockets Fushiguro slowly closed the door before walking down the hall with a warm feeling in his chest.

Inumaki Toge

✿ Inumaki has your voice memorized and can always pick you out in a crowd, he can read you like an open book and takes pride in that.

✿ With interlocked pinkies you let Inumaki guide you through the bustling streets of Tokyo, the crowd pushing you left and right as you tried to stick to his side. A particularly hard shove by a businesswomen had you releasing your grip as the crowd pushed you backwards.

Turning your head every which way you searched the crowd for off-white hair “Toge!” a simple shout had lavender eyes scanning the area as he honed in on the sound of your voice.

With furrowed eyebrows Inumaki pushed through the sea of people until he was able to link his arm around your shoulder and have you in his grasp once more. Sparing a glance you let your eyes met his, you sent a smile in his direction to assure Inumaki you were fine. A huff left his masked lips as he pulled you closer into his side. He would make sure to keep you in close proximity this time.

Zenin Maki

✿ Maki always insists to go with you whenever you have a day off, she can’t stand the thought of something bad happening to you.

✿ On the rare occasion you had a day off you made sure to spend it in the city to get away from that stuffy school and the harsh reality of curses. If you were lucky enough then Maki would have her off day overlap with yous and the two of you would plan a date in the city.

Sadly this was not on of those lucky occasions as Maki was assigned a mission, she had wished you a farewell with a shy kiss to the cheek before taking off. Knowing she’d most like be busy the rest of the day you spared a quick text telling her you’d be out and about.

What you didn’t expect was your lover showing up at your favorite cafe, her hair frizzy and matted, clothes wrinkled and stained with blood. “Maki!” a surprised gasp leaving your lip at the sight.

“I finished my mission early so now we can spend the rest of the day together”

Your cheeks heated at her statement, she had rushed the mission and made a mess of usual professional appearance just to make her way to you quicker. Maki really did care for you more than you’d ever know.

Okkotsu Yuuta

✿ Yuuta has a matching set of rings for the both of you, he wants you to know that your just as important to him as Rika.

✿ A shy smile appeared on Yuutas face as his finger shook, nervousness filling his senses as he held a shaky hand to his chest. He knew this was for the best, Rika wouldn’t want him sitting around and waiting for them to meet once more. You were the one person Rika had never wanted to hurt, she knew how dear you were to Yuuta and that it was of the upmost importance that Yuuta stop blaming himself for her shortcomings.

Taking a sharp breath he walked to your dorm and knocked lightly on the door, a faint ‘come in’ had him glancing around the hall, the brief though of turning around and walking away crossed his mind. Pushing the door open Yuuta watched as you looked at him with such a loving gaze it had his storm of nerves turning into tranquil waters.

Pushing a small blue box into your hands Yuuta watched with clammy palms as your lips parted into an ‘O’ shape and a blush rose to your cheeks. A wide smile appeared on your face as you slipped the silver band onto your pointer finger. Reaching out to grasp your hand only then did you notice the matching ring he wore on his hand.

No words were exchanged as tears pooled into both your eyes, pulling you into his embrace Yuuta let out a happy laugh at your emotional state. By no means was this a proposal, yet the fact that he was willing to devote himself to you was enough to make you tear up.

[xxbangchansidedishxx]

Chan X Hyunjin- Fucktoy

Plot: Chan has some fun with his little toy when the others aren’t home.

Tw:Chains, Rough, Degrading, Pet names, Choking, Overstim, Exhibition, scissors.

“Look at you kitten. All tied up for me unable to touch yourself.”

Chan stood looking at the desperate boy beneath him.

His hands and legs were chained to the bed making him unable to move far enough to give himself the pleasure that he so desperately needed and the cold metal dug painfully into his skin making him groan every time Chan toyed with them.

His legs were parted showing off his cock that was straining against the material of his jeans. At this point it was painful.

“P- please Chan. Please touch me.”

The younger whimpered as the thrashed about desperate to get out of the restraints and just feel some friction.

The sight was almost enough to make Chan cum on the spot. He was truly pathetic and all his to use.

A dark chuckle left his lips as he kneeled between the boy attaching his lips to his sensitive neck.

While his mouth sloppily made out with Hyunjin’s neck, leaving trails of dark bruises his other hand began to palm at his cock causing the boy to throw back his head in pleasure.

“Ugh fuck Chan p-please take them off it hurts.”

He moaned motioning to his tight trousers.

“I thought I told you how to address me slut.”

Chan raised his hand slapping the brunette harshly around the face causing him to whimper.

“M- master please take them off.”

He asked again this time using the appropriate name.

The older hovered above him taking in his squirming desperate form and caressing his face with his large hand.

“I don’t think I will kitten, but how about we cut open that pretty shirt of yours hm?.”

His eyes were dark as he reached for the pair of scissors on the bedside table and began to cut the shirt right down the middle so that the boys torso was exposed.

“Look at you, so needy for your master. Such a fucking whore for me.”

The orange haired man leaned down to press wet kisses along his chest before taking one of his sensitive buds into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

“F- fuck Master it feels so good.”

Hyunjin squirmed beneath him letting the pleasure consume his body, almost forgetting about the pain of his leaking cock pressing up against the restraint of his clothes.

As Chan swirled his tongue around one nipple he used his other hand to flick and tease the other. The noises the younger man were making only encouraged him to tease him even more.

“Does my messy little kitten want Masters cock hm? Want me filling that tight little hole and making you drip with my cum?”

The boy just whimpered in response.

The lack of words frustrated Chan so he grabbed the youngers hair roughly pulling him up to meet his eyes.

“Fucking beg for it slut. Tell me how much you want it.”

Hyunjin blushed red, for a second avoiding his Masters gaze. But at this point all his lust clouded over any rational thinking.

“Please Master need you so fucking bad. Want you filling me up please I’ll be such a good kitty.”

Chan smirked as he unbuckled his belt before removing the clothes from his bottom half. His veiny cock stood proudly and Hyunjin’s hole clenched at the thought of being filled up.

He unchained the younger before stripping him from his clothing and guiding him onto his lap.

“Let’s put that mouth to good work shall we hm?”

Chan brought two fingers to the boys plump lips before pushing them inside. Hyunjin messily sucked on them costing them with saliva. Chan took advantage of this moment running his fingers along his tongue and making spit run down the youngers chin. Fuck it was a pretty sight.

After a while of this he removed his fingers before rubbing them against Hyunjin’s puckered entrance. Slowly back and fourth teasing the boy before he pressed in earning a strangled cry.

“Mmh these are only my fingers kitty, my cock will make you feel so much better, save your voice for then.”

He thrusted them in and out before removing them when the boy was stretched enough. He was already panting and on the verge of release.

The elder lined his cock up before grabbing the boys slim waist and pushing him down so that his entire length was inside him.

He didn’t even let him adjust before he began to slam into him.

“Ah ah ah fuck Master s so good.”

He blabbered as he bounced on his leaders cock.

Chan wrapped a hand around his neck squeezing tightly only adding to the pleasure.

“You like that hm kitten? My thick cock filling your tight little hole so well. I bet you can feel every fucking vein. Such a fucking cockslut you can never get enough. Tell me who you belong to.”

The words were almost enough to send the boy over edge. Tears streamed down his fucked out face as Chan repeatedly hit his prostate.

“Fuck fuck more so good fuck. I belong to you m master nngh.”

He couldn’t even think straight all he could do was blabber about how good Chan was making him feel. One of his hands flew up to wrap around the elders, tightening the grip around his neck. He felt himself begin to get light headed and his eyes rolled to the back of his head In pleasure.

“You like when master chokes you hm? Such a filthy fucking slut. Imagine if the others saw you like this. Bouncing on my cock. Fuck you are so warm around master. Taking me so well.”

Hyunjin could feel that he was close, that familiar knot began to form in his stomach as tears rolled down his face. Chan could tell by the way he clenched around his length.

“You better not fucking cum. I’m not finished with you.”

Chan’s voice was threatening and he picked up his pace thrusting harshly into the whimpering boys prostate.

“M master I can’t hold it fuck I- I nngh.”

With that Hyunjin shot his load all over his abdomen but he didn’t get to come down from his high. Chan continued to slam into him this time with pure rage.

“I told you to not fucking cum kitten. You know what happens when you don’t obey master.”

The younger screamed out in overstimulation as his cock twitched and his prostate ached from the pleasure until he felt Chan cum inside him before pulling out his cock.

“On your fucking knees ass up.”

Chan reached on the floor next to them picking up a selection of items.

First a Polaroid camera which he used to take pictures of his cum leaking down Hyunjin’s thighs. Next a butt plug. He used his fingers to push his cum back into the boys hole then he inserted the plug to ensure that none could escape.

“M master what are you doing.”

Hyunjin’s eyes were full of fear. He knew how extreme his masters punishments could be but he was ashamed to admit he enjoyed them as much as he did.

“Ssh kitty you will see.”

He began to wrap his body in rope, his legs tied together and his arms tightly behind his back. After doing this he opened the bedroom door before picking the boy up and placing him in the hallway.

“Chan what if someone comes back?”

Hyunjin was completely naked just lay in their hallway, a member could walk in at any second.

“Then you are just going to have to deal with it aren’t you. I bet you’d love for them all to watch your squirming little body as you cum over and over again. So pathetic.”

Chan disappeared back into their room to grab a vibrator which he set to the highest setting before pressing it against Hyunjin’s twitching cock.

“Nngh master fuck it feels too good fuck it’s too much.”

His entire body shook as another orgasm was forced out of him from the vibrating toy.

Chan stood watching his twitching form as he took photographs of the boy, exited to show him what a fucked out little whore he looked like.

“P-Please master I’ll be a good Mmh fuck good kitty ugh f feels too good. I I’m cumming again oh my- nngh.”

He was so exposed and there for everybody to see.

Orgasm after orgasm washed over him as he sobbed in pleasure.

“Oh look at the time kitty. What are we gonna do? The boys should be back any second now.”

Hyunjin couldn’t even process what was being said. He just continued to blabber in overstimulation.

That was when the door opened.

The other members were used to overhearing Chan’s punishments for the long haired boy but nothing could prepare them for the sight of Hyunjin tied up, a vibrator attached to his pink cock, tears streaming down his face and his body shaking.

“Oh my god.”

Changbin stood there with lust in his eyes, taking in the scene before him. He could feel his own length begin to grow and he knew the others felt the same.

“I don’t think he’s leaned his lesson. How about you come and help me punish my needy little whore and teach him how to behave.”

None of the boys could turn down the offer.

Chan reached out to turn off the vibrator causing Hyunjin to pant out to try and catch his breath, before picking him up and carrying him to the bedroom with the boys following behind them.

It was time for another 7 rounds.

[dixlov]

How will the mukamis react if their s/o is addicted to social media? Like tik tok, Instagram and spends her days and nights just on her phone?

Mukami brothers with a s/o who's addicted to social media

Ruki:

Most of the time Ruki doesn't care too much about what you do with your life. If you like spending most of your day in front of your phone screen is your decision and he usually wouldn't interfere but lately, your addiction has become worse than before, sometimes you skip meals only to keep watching a truly long YouTube video or end up arriving late to class because you lost track of time while scrolling down through Twitter. This is what caused Ruki to finally step in, he decided to confiscate your phone for three days.

"Three days?!? That's too much! You could've just asked me to use it less!" You complained to him. "I did. I did it multiple times" But you couldn't recall hearing him even a single time. "I'm sorry but if you give me my phone back I won't use it anymore, just give it back to me!" No matter how hard you tried he wasn't going to believe you. "The more you complain the more days it will remain with me. I will keep it for a week unless you behave." You were about to object but decided to stay silent, following his rules was a safer choice if you wanted to see your phone ever again.

Kou:

Kou uses social media as much as you do, he likes to stay updated and his job requires him to check on them daily but even if he enjoys watching videos with you from time to time or discussing the latest news, it becomes a problem when your whole attention is drifted away by your phone. He would rather have you looking at him instead of a phone screen so when he isn't receiving enough dose of your attention he decides to take action.

"Heeey M-Neko-chan, could you spend some more time with me?" he said with a pout on his face. "Give me five more minutes Kou" you replied. "Eeh? But you have been watching tiktoks the whole day, there's no way those are more interesting than spending time with me." You didn't need to raise your eyes from the screen to notice how frustrated he was, but you didn't reply. Hearing him claim your attention like a little kid was quite endearing so you decided to wait a little more. "Huh? Are you ignoring me? " He sat next to you and soon after moved to get close enough to whisper in your ear "M-neko-chan~, if you keep playing you might get punished~"

Yuma:

Out of all the Mukami brothers Yuma was the most bothered by your big attraction to social media. The problem wasn't that you didn't pay him enough attention or that you were missing classes, the problem was that you kept spending an awful lot of time inside your room while using your phone and Yuma couldn't put his finger on it but for some odd reason seeing you locked inside for hours and hours irritated him more than it should so he decided to intervene.

You were laying on your bed checking your Twitter timeline when suddenly Yuma opened the door of your room "Oi sow, we are going out" "Hm, out? Why?" You questioned in response to his abrupt visit. "Yuma I'm a little busy right now" You added. "If you don't come with me I will drag you out by myself" He said while approaching you. You knew it wasn't a good idea to mess up with him so with a deep sigh leaving your mouth, you left your phone in your bed and decided to obey. "Okay okay, I get it. Where are we going?" He grabbed your wrist and without saying a single word on the way he guided you to his garden. "What are we doing here?" You asked breaking the silence "l need some help with these plants so today you are gonna work for me, understood?" Spending some time with him in the garden wasn't that bad so you agreed. After seeing you nod your head Yuma felt relief, he couldn't understand why but maybe he was worried about you being locked in your room the whole day, after all, he knew that humans need a little sunlight to keep good health.

Azusa:

Azusa's case was a little different from the others, as long as he had your company he didn't care that much if you were looking at your phone or not, instead of being annoyed he was more curious about what kept holding your attention for so long. He used his phone from time to time but he didn't find it near as interesting as you seemed to do so one day he just asked.

"Eve... What are you... looking at?" You were sitting on the sofa so after hearing his question you invited him to take a seat next to you. "Hey! Come here I will show you" you motioned to the sofa with your hands and he sat down, his vision slowly turning to your phone screen. "What is that? Is it.. fun?" Before he came into the room you were checking your Instagram feed. "Oh? You don't know Instagram?" You asked with a hint of surprise in your tone and he shook his head in response. Before you realized you spent the next fifteen minutes explaining to the vampire sitting next to you what was the app you were using and how it worked, he didn't understand why you find it so entertaining but he thought it was nice to see you enjoy it. "Azusa" you called his name with a sudden idea in your mind. "Let's take a picture together so I can post it later, shall we?" You asked him with a bright smile on your face.

[obae-me]

Tail Wagging Wing Flapping Fun

This idea is thanks to @astaroth1357​ ! It’s a short guide on how to influence their demon forms to do something...embarrassingly cute. I write this fluff with no regrets. Enjoy. 

Sure, it might be a bit disconcerting at first getting used to the sight of humanoid creatures having unusual things like horns and wings and tails (oh my), but it comes with a benefit. While their words and demeanor might suggest otherwise, their demon forms might involuntarily reveal some of their hidden feelings--or not so hidden feelings. Your new mission, should you choose to accept it, is to figure out what sort of scenario sets off these uncontrollable actions. Let’s get some tails wagging and wings flapping, shall we?

Note: Difficulty ranges from 7 being the most difficult and 1 being the easiest.

Extra Note: Seems the brothers happened to come across this guide, hopefully they didn’t mess with it...

Lucifer

Difficulty: (7/7)

Hands down, this man is the hardest one to get a reaction out of seeing as he is always aware of how he is perceived, probably due to that prideful nature of his. Not to mention, he’s only ever in his demon form on rare occasions such as parties or political events. Or, most often, if he needs to use it for intimidation, and you’d rather not get a good look at his wings when he’s ready to obliterate someone or yourself for that matter. So, it goes without saying that this might take some planning or some timely good luck. Perhaps begging if you’re not above it. 

When to do it: Your best chance of success is to catch him when he’s either distracted, so sleep deprived he can’t even see straight, or just flat out drunk. If you choose the first option, chances are, once he’s back in his own head he’ll recall the event and make a mental note to never do it again. With the second, he’ll be at the point where he can no longer care as long as he can get his work done, but then there’s the more likely scenario where he’ll decide to kick you out entirely so he can focus. Lastly, if he’s drunk, not only will this be super effective, but he’ll cuddle you all night long. He might not even remember every embarrassing thing he did the following morning--which never happens, just for everyone’s information. Even in an intoxicated state, he’s in complete control with no embarrassing moments to speak of--Anyway, this is your best choice, but even then he only gets really drunk when he’s with Diavolo, not to mention refraining from coming home until the late...very late hours of the night when he knows no one will be awake to watch him stumble to his room. So, you’ll have to be diligent. Maybe take a nap. 

How to do it: You might think it would be praise, him being Pride and all, but Lucifer knows after so many years that words can often be hollow. Compliments and sugar-coated phrases are mostly used as a means of manipulation or getting something in return. Don’t get him wrong, he does like them, might even give you a slight smile and a pleased hum if you tell him how stunning he is, but he will know you probably expect something in exchange. So, for him, the best way to get his wings aflutter is to do something for him. Actions speak much louder than words and are much more precious to him, especially if you do so unprovoked. Make him some tea! Bring him food in bed! Dust his record collection! Sweep the floor in his study! The list can go on, it’s all up to you to decide what to do, but make sure he knows it's for him. He likes to be pampered--I mean, served. 

What happens: It will take him a moment to register. He’s not used to someone doing something for him so freely before. As a punishment, sure, but of your own volition? You did look expecting, no matter how hard you tried to hide it, but the only thing you were anticipating was his happiness and reaction, nothing else. The wings against his back have no choice but to twitch and shift, and he notices you eyeing them each time they move. As they fluttered, you beamed, and all he could do was roll his shoulders to try and keep the infernal things tucked against his back. The more you smiled, the more they were restless, feathers falling from their place as they twitched with emotion, threatening to wrap around you, to shield you, to envelop you, all like he was a hen protecting a baby chick. Depending on how weakened he is, or how much he cares for you, he might do more than just some shifting wings. He does his best to control himself, he really does, but the joy and warmth flooding his body from all his affection for you can make him do the unthinkable. His entire body will shutter, shaking and rattling him like a wet dog. His wings will jut out from his back, quivering in the air. When all is said and done, the black feathers coating his wings are extremely puffed up, a stunned and embarrassed expression hidden behind his new unruly and disheveled countenance. 

Mammon

Difficulty: (1/7)

If Lucifer is the hardest, Mammon rolls in as the easiest to get a reaction from. He’s very expressive in everything he does, and his demon form doesn’t change that. If it’s not gambling, he has no desire to keep himself under control, and he’s very much an ‘actions now, thinking later’ type of demon. In fact, when you’re around it nearly ends up worsening, he ends up being so flustered and distracted he’s usually unaware of the things he does or says, which gets him in a lot of trouble. However, because of this, it’s so easy to get him to do all the cute things you want. 

When to do it: Honestly, it does not matter. The only things required are himself and you in the same place, and the two of you are already basically attached at the hip. Truth be told, you don’t even need to be near him to get him sheepish, but that’s a secret he tries to keep to himself. You two could be alone in your bedroom, out for a walk in the garden, in Diavolo’s castle, even in the back parking lot of a cheap run-down restaurant. It is not important to him. As long as he has you, anywhere is a party. Public? Private? No matter. Either way his brothers will find out and tease him about it. Getting him in demon form isn’t an issue either. He’ll transform at the drop of a hat if you asked him too. 

How to do it: Much like Lucifer, the most obvious answer is incorrect. You can buy Mammon all the stuff in the world, but his Greed will still want more. Besides, that’s all anyone expects him to enjoy anyway. Everyone thinks just giving him money or gifts will make everything better, but he’s more complex than that! Well, it kinda does make him feel happier, but--oi, that’s not the point, we’re supposed to be gettin’ deep here!--What will really make him melt for you is compliments. This demon loves to be praised, because it doesn’t happen often. Why? Cus he’ll get a big head about it, but that’s Lucifer’s problem, not yours. Tell him how proud you are of him. Let him know how handsome he looks. Assure him you know he’s smart, and how much you look up to him. Tell him how grateful you are that he’s your ‘first’. It’ll get to him instantly and fuel his self esteem for weeks. 

What happens: The skin stretched over his wings will contract, causing his wings to fold into themselves only to burst open again. It’s this strange sort of flapping motion that reminds you of an umbrella opening and closing. Mammon won’t even notice, not until you gush over it. After that, he’ll be so flustered by his involuntary movements that he’ll try to chase his own wings, circling around on his feet while cursing. He’ll do his best to keep them hidden from you behind his back, but you can still hear the fluttering. Pretending like he didn’t hear you, he’ll attempt to get you to repeat what you said. This is your chance to take things to the second stage. If you bombard him with enough sweet words, he’ll have no choice but to bounce from foot to foot, shifting the weight on his feet as joy floods his body. The wings attached to his back will then waggle up and down, waving themselves in the air. You’ll be permitted to watch this for a while before realization dawns on him and he goes back to manhandling his blasted demon form. At one point he managed to grab one of them with his mouth and growled even. You have it on video. 

Levi

Difficulty: (2/7)

The second easiest. Just above Mammon in difficulty due to the fact that he’s in his room all the time and does his best to get himself out of humiliating situations. However, he’s truly an open book, and an emotional one at that, which is why he and Mammon tend to butt heads so often. They’re more alike than either of them will ever admit--w-which is not at all! How anyone could--could see similarities between Levi-chan and stupidmammon is ridiculous!--Similar or not, you could simply look in Levi’s direction and he would blush, and so of course when he’s in his demon form, there will be no hiding his emotions there either. 

When to do it: It will have to be in his room, it’s his safe space and so he’ll be more open to expressing himself when he’s in his sanctuary. There’s no real way around this. It will have to be a good day, so try to prepare by keeping his meddlesome brothers away. Keep an eye on how much internet they’re all using, and then try to monitor them so they’ll use less, making Levi’s loading times effortless. Let Levi know in advance that you want to hang out, that way he can get his mental state in check! This should be good enough to influence a happy tail-wagging Levi for when he permits you to enter his room. 

How to do it: Safety and comfort are the name of the game. Let him do whatever he wants and don’t make fun of him for it. It’s hard for him to be passionate about the things he truly enjoys without his brothers picking it apart or ruining it altogether. Let him speak. Be patient with him as he tries to string together a coherent plot with fragmented statements like “Oh, but there was also when-”, or “Oh, and how could I forget this happened! I’ll need to go back a bit!” If he ever says sorry, assure him there’s nothing to worry about. You don’t necessarily have to be interested in the things he likes, but if you listen to him and let him feel safe enough to be vulnerable, you’ll have him in the palm of your hand. 

What happens: It will happen the longer he rambles. His tail will start to slowly sway across the floor, the gentle sheer sound of smooth scales brushing across smooth tile. The more he feels safe around you, the more traction the tail will get, happily snaking back and forth as the glint of light off his scales reflect back on the ceiling. Of course, you can’t help but stare, which he notices. He’ll grab his tail in his arms, preventing it from moving as best as he could while being a mortified mess. Although you can still see the tip of it twitching, rattling, and quivering. If you comfort him in knowing you aren’t there to make fun of him, that you think it’s actually sweet and cute he feels that protected around you, he’ll let his tail drop to the floor. Only because his hands are now being used to cover his blushing face. The pounding in his chest is drowned out by the intense thumping of his tail against the floor. At one point you managed to pet it and could’ve sworn you saw Levi’s tongue dart out of his mouth, but Levi denies it ever happened. 

Satan

Difficulty: (6/7)

Right under Lucifer as the second most difficult to provoke a physical reaction from. He’s spent millennia doing his best to keep his wrath under control, so controlling other emotions is even easier for him. Although, he’s second in difficulty only because he doesn’t care as much for appearances as Lucifer does. I mean, if his attire is anything to prove--I mean, of course Satan is the bigger man in this aspect, truly. It’s foolish to be so caught up in how you look to other people. He’s not that vain, so if anything, he’s better than his brother. Your main worry is being able to see these emotions in his demon form. Demon form usually equals violence in Satan’s case. Let’s hope it doesn’t get to that. 

When to do it: Make sure it’s a day he’s calm, obviously. Ideally, you’ll both be in a quiet place like his room or the library. If you can, make sure it’s a day where there are no distractions and no noise, which in the House of Lamentation unfortunately only comes by once every century. So, if that means paying Mammon to go on a little shopping spree, making Asmo go with him since coincidently he’s run out of his favorite perfume that you totally didn't use for this excuse, informing Beel that there’s a special going on today of his favorite snacks, bribing Belphie to go along since he’s about to get the show of a lifetime, and then ‘accidently’ letting Lucifer know Mammon stole his credit card, well then, that’s what you’re going to have to do to get some peace (sorry Mammon). Just pulling that off alone will get you some extra brownie points with Satan. 

How to do it: Be inquisitive! Ask him about anything, and it’s likely he’ll know the answer. In fact, he’s almost amused when you treat it like a game, quizzing him about any obscure and specific topic and seeing what he knows of it. If there happens to be something the two of you are unsure of, he’ll find the book and you’ll both learn together. In return, he’ll have you talk about the human world, about cultures, about topics you’re interested in. Asking questions is your ticket into getting him into demon form as well. If you simply tell him you’re dying to get a closer look at demon features because you’re so fascinated, he’ll be inclined to transform for you. Satan encourages and rewards curiosity. Of course he knows your plan already, but all your efforts just because you were eager to note how his demon form would react? Well, he’s willing to give in just to observe your feedback as well. It’s also worth noting that bringing up Lucifer in the conversation will immediately ruin your plans. Satan wants to feel special, so give him your full attention!   

What happens: You had to first coax the tail he so often kept wrapped around his leg to come loose. Once it did, it enjoyed flicking itself back and forth every so often when he was amused, the end curling up and down when you said something particularly enjoyable. They were small simple gestures, but you wondered if you could draw out more. You threw out a sudden ‘psst psst psst’ like one might do to a cat. His tail shot up straight in the air before he glared at you, albeit with a slight smirk. With a new playful expression on his face, his tail whipped back and forth harder, sharper, convincing you that he might pounce were you not careful. Although, he still seems very aware of his movements, which defeated the purpose of the involuntary aspect. So, acting like there was something on his face, you stepped over. You struck by scratching the underside of his chin. His entire tail quivered, trembling, the bony skeleton-like structure of his tail rattled. Pushing you away, he’ll marvel at his own demon form which seemed to have a new mind of its own. It tucked itself between his legs for a few seconds after the initial embarrassment, then continued to shiver and shake anytime he looked at you. This is exactly why he keeps it wrapped around his leg in the first place. 

Asmo

Difficulty: (4/7) 

Amso is another expressive individual, in fact almost more so than Mammon. However, Asmo is a master of the body, and is absolutely aware of how he moves and acts in front of other people. Every movement he makes is completely intentional, it adds to his charm, to his popularity. Every eye flutter, every finger curl, it’s all purposeful. He can’t accidently slip up in his body language! Who do you think he is? He can’t afford to do anything embarrassing, it’ll ruin his reputation. However if you get him alone--not like that, this is a wholesome guide--he might not have to worry about his image so much. 

When to do it: This part isn’t hard, just tell him you want to spend time with him, in private. After thoroughly getting it across to him that, no, it’s not as dirty as he’s making it out to be, he’ll still be happy to squirrel you away for himself. His brothers are running you ragged, they’re such brutes. He’ll make sure to take good care of you...Sometimes you wonder if he can’t control the way his suggestions sound. Perhaps interest him in the idea of a self care day. He’ll be more than happy to paint your nails, style your hair, whatever you feel comfortable doing. You might have to continuously lead him away from the idea of letting him bathe you, but he truly just wants to treat you. However, the more you spend time alone together, the more he acts a bit more like himself. When he’s around you and not in the public eye, he can let himself relax a little, instead of always needing to live up to those social expectations. 

How to do it: This is the trickier part. As Asmo is the demon of lust and a certified social media star, he gets compliments daily, several gifts from potential lovers, and all the physical touch he could ever need. At a glance, he gets enough attention than any one person should ever need. However, he secretly craves quality time together, and no not like what you’re thinking--Unless you want it to be, and then he’ll happily oblige~-- He needs time to destress, to wind down, to spend time with someone who doesn’t care if he’s perfect all the time. Make him feel comfortable in his own skin, and I don’t care what he says, because there’s a hidden part of him that isn’t. So sit him down for a movie night, convince him to take off his makeup. Let him relax in his demon form since not only is it truly him, but you’ll need it for your plan. Brush his hair while he tells you about his day. Get him away from social media as best you can so he can “detox”, making sure it’s simply you and him. He doesn’t need Likes to be Asmo, he doesn’t need to be perfect to be worth it. 

What happens: He will act like he has no idea what you’re talking about for sure. Imperfections? He doesn’t know them. Truly he’s not so insecure as you think he is? Like Levi? Please...But your words have gotten through to him. The soft actions and...chaste time together that you’ve shown him throw him for a little loop. It’s like aftercare but...all the time with you. His wings can’t quite contract like Lucifer’s or Mammon’s, so they just bob up and down, flapping occasionally which messes up his hair. He looks on in confusion. Since when had he been so focused on you that he forgot how to present himself? It drives him insane, how embarrassing! And of course, the more you convince him he has nothing to be worried about, how it’s actually adorable, the more flustered he gets. You always knew how to compliment with no other motives. Instead of a wagging motion, his wings will move from side to side, hitting against each other. It sounds like light clapping. Asmo hates how his wings move like this, striking against each other when he’s pleased. He’s worked so hard on controlling it, and now he’s doing it in front of you. He’s immediately going to go hide, but it doesn’t prevent you from hearing the adorable sound of tapping. 

Beel

Difficulty: (3/7) 

The third easiest demon to get those special demon form movements from. He really cares for you, like a lot, and he’s the only one who isn’t afraid to say it and show it. In fact, the only reason why he isn’t ringing up at number one is due to the fact that he’s not overly flustered by his movements, he’s doing them on purpose to show you he cares, which is kinda what you’re going for here. Getting a reaction out of him without him being in full control is going to be a little bit harder, which is why he’s coming after Mammon and Levi. You want to catch him off guard, making him do things he wouldn’t normally do.

When to do it: You don’t have to try to sneak and lie and trick him into doing anything. He’s not worried about a ruined image or anything like that. Just make a day to spend time with Beel, tell him you’re bringing snacks, and tell him it would make you the happiest human in the Devildom to have him be in his demon form. That’s all you have to do, Beel loves your honesty, it lets him know you trust him and in return he trusts you. Super easy. 

How to do it: Bringing him food will definitely achieve putting a smile on his face and getting him in a better move, but it won’t bring out the soft side of him, and you want maximum softness. Beel is always taking care of his brothers, being the backup when Lucifer cannot, and just generally doing his best to keep the peace in the family. He’s the big strong bodyguard, the protector. So, to really throw him for a loop, to make him act beside himself, you’re going to protect this boy. Let him feel small even though it’s physically impossible with how large he is, especially in demon form. Let him be weak and vulnerable and safe in your arms even if they’re half the size of Beel’s. Give him snacks, make him sit on the floor and tilt his head back into your lap. You can try to have him sit in your lap-- Just be careful, the last thing he wants is to hurt you, seeing as how you’re so fragile…--He rarely ever drops his guard, so it’s a nice change of pace for him. Plus, he finds it absolutely adorable trying to be his protector, attempting to act three times your size. But he truly appreciates what you’re going for, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel nice to be taken care of for once. 

What happens: You’re able to hear the deep buzz of his wings as they flutter against his back. He frowns, immediately causing the noise to halt. He still doesn’t particularly care for these new ones compared to his older ones. However, the pleased look on your face along with glimmering eyes causes a touch of pink to grace his cheeks. Alright, he can’t deny you what you want. So he lets his wings do what they want. They vibrate intensely, a small whirlwind kicking up in your bedroom, the buzz turning into a deep hum. Your eyes go wide, at least until the intense winds almost knock you to your feet. Then the air stops and you’re wrapped up in his arms. You have to squirm out of his arms to prevent him from becoming the shield again. He’ll try to tell you that he’s not cute, so persuade him he is. Sometimes he wishes he had wings like Lucifer’s so he could wrap you up in them, but he supposes his arms will have to suffice. Every so often now, he lets his wings buzz for you, grateful you accept him for who he is. Unfortunately, no matter how hard you try, he always goes back to being the one protecting you. Although, every so often now he’ll come to you to feel safe. 

Belphie

Difficulty: (5/7) 

The demon of sloth is far too lazy to even walk most of the time much less moving his tail. A lot of times, when he is in his demon form, it ends up dragging itself across the floor. Not to mention he’s got a nearly indestructible emotion wall built up around him in the form of apathy and a bit of bratiness. Getting him to become so physically and emotionally moved by you to lose control of himself is going to take some work. 

When to do it: He’s asleep during the day mostly, so if you attempt to do it during normal hours, you’ll need to have a crazy amount of luck. So, it’s suggested you approach this demon at night, very late at night. So late, you know you’ll have regrets in the morning, or hopefully no regrets if you manage to pull this off. It will have to be past curfew, because if there’s anything Belphie loves more than sleeping, it’s opposing Lucifer. Get him alone where the sky is full of stars and the house is plunged into slumber. 

How to do it: Let him feel validated. Of course, there’s a lot of...grey area around him for some things, but in the here and now, just listen to what he has to say. He has seven older siblings, it’s easy for his voice to get lost in the clamor. Maybe if someone had just listened to his woes before taking action, things wouldn’t have gone the way they did. And, he did spend a lot of time alone, where he wasted countless nights hoping someone would just talk to him. So he appreciates how you can sit there, staying quiet--which nearly every one of his dumb brothers seems to be incapable of except his twin--letting him be heard. Who knows, if you feel vulnerable enough to share some of your deeper problems, he’ll find a newfound respect for you. There’s something about being able to relate to someone, to be able to spend hours just going back and forth where each party just makes them feel accepted. Of course, he’ll act like it’s no big deal, that this isn’t special, that this means nothing to him. 

What happens: It’s slow, like almost everything about him. But, you can see his tail lift itself up off the ground, the end curling. It likes to slowly sway, the furry end gently dangling back and forth in a soothing motion, like it was being blown by the wind. That’s all you can really get out of him, since anything more would be too much effort. It’s very subtle, but you notice every detail. Like most things about him, it makes you sleepy somehow, the placid rocking motion. It takes a very long time till he realizes what he’s done. Then his tail will hit the ground with a faint thud. If you ignore it long enough, out of the corner of your eye, you’ll watch it drift back and forth against the ground, a barely noticeable pink hue to Belphie’s cheeks. The more you look away, the more it’ll curl around to where you’re sitting, making the demon of sloth blink, attempting to tug his tail back away from you. It’ll crawl back, moving so slowly you can’t notice the changes anymore, but he does, and he can’t tell why it keeps trying to protect you from behind. Oh well. Best to not think about it. Right? 

[huenjin]

attention.

pairing — bang chan x reader

word count — 2.8k words

ratings — 18+

genre — smut, includes thigh riding, groping, hand job, dry humping, dry sex.

note — i needed to post something for my baby's bday but i had none written so i had to post some real old writing and like i love you, channie.

You open the door to the room only to see Chan working hard on his laptop, typing away his time with his eyes fixated on the screen, moving the buttons the way he needed. You sigh and lean against the panel of the door in vain.

Chan is always caught up in his work. And no matter how many times you've asked him to leave his work at the studio and come home to you just as him, it is useless. You come home only to find Chan making music or sleeping because the day is exhaustive. It had been days since Chan had given you any attention. It had been months since your boyfriend had even taken you out on a date.

Beyond everything, you are sexually frustrated.

The purple vibrator that you had bought for occasions such as these helped you to an extent but none comes even close to the effect Chan's cock has on you. You had taken a bite of the sweet apple and it is way too late to go back now.

"Chan," you call out as you walk slowly towards him, taking small strides, praying tonight is going to be a lucky one. Your boyfriend hums in response. His attention is still fixated on his work and you are genuinely getting agitated with every minute that passes by.

"Channie," you whine and lean over his shoulder as you stand behind him. Chan merely smiles and continues his work, pressing the headphones closer to his ear as he taps on a few buttons before pressing the keys on the keyboard before him. You watch the screen for a minute before looking at him, staring at his side profile.

You propel yourself a bit further, letting your hot breath fan over his ears and the side of his face and neck. Chan ignores your presence so obviously and lets you be.

You kiss his neck. Chan stops for an instant, surprised by your sudden action, not expecting it, before continuing with his work. You are slowly getting irked over the fact that Chan is still not giving you enough attention.

You trail kisses up and down his neck before parting your lips slightly and sucking on his neck in an attempt to form a distinct hickey. A sigh escapes from Chan's mouth and that seems to have led him to press on keys only quicker, that is only after a surprised quick press on one of them — the shrill sound echoing off the walls.

You suck, letting slick noises emit from your mouth. You let the free hand roam around your body, trying to grab a feel. You are after all only wearing Chan's shirt with no undergarments underneath. He would not have observed that though. It has been long since Chan has observed you even.

The free hand of yours trails down to the hemline of his shirt before letting it travel underneath, as it touches and caresses every corner and crook of his body.

"Y/N," Chan finally utters. "Stop. I have work to do."

"And I've work to do," you assert. Tongue clicking before pressing it against your inner cheek. "So, let's just stick to what we were doing as you pleased," you snarl at your boyfriend. You stand up straight and begin unbuttoning Chan's shirt that you are wearing before the man himself, who has turned around to see your antics.

You slowly opened the button one after another, taking your own time, letting Chan die in agony internally as he lets out a small groan. He stomps slightly, rocking his leg. You raise your eyebrow and ask, "I thought you had work."

Chan stretches his arms out and catching hold of your hips, he pulls you onto his lap. The impact leads to the half-opened shirt to fall off one of your shoulders showing a lot of your left breast.

With your face ever so close to Chan, you can see the dark circles underneath his eyes. The poor man has been working himself to death. His eyes have lost their spark and you genuinely wish that Chan would let go once in a while and enjoy the present.

However, you can also see how beautiful he is - his rosy lips that are parted and his nose that is sharp. Chan is a beauty carved from the finest and you are glad to call him yours.

"Fuck," Chan swears under his breath. You smile. You lift your hand and stretching your index finger, you poke Chan's head, pushing it back.

"I lead today," you mumble, cupping Chan's face. "I lead and get what I want today because you've been a bad, bad boy these weeks."

Chan gulps, his eyes turning a shade darker. He stretches his hands back to shut his laptop. You lean forward and catch Chan midway for a kiss. You hold his face, guiding and directing the kiss, being forceful and trying to show the dominance you clearly lacked. Chan always led and it is taking you a long time to get used to what you had asked for.

"But, Y/N," Chan protests as you break off the kiss. "What did I do wrong?"

You get off his lap and Chan's eyes widens. You clearly catch sight of Chan's growing hard-on and smile to yourself. You fold your arms and in the process, push your breasts up.

"I want to ride you," you say and Chan smiles, "So be it."

"No," you cut him off. You had intended to be elaborate, even though you shied away. You just did not want to ride him (not that that wasn't a dynamic experience of its own). You wanted to ride his thigh. Every time you see Chan walk in those tight leather jeans with his thighs looking perfect, you could not have helped but wonder how it'd feel like riding it.

"Then?"

"You don't question me, love," you lean forwards, your breasts shaking due to the impact. "I do the questioning." You giggle slightly and Chan smiles, even though deep down, he finds you so hot that he could melt.

"I want to ride your thighs," you tell him in a tone lower than it is originally as you edge closer to him and bend over to face him directly.

Chan gulps. He knows deep down that as much as he longs to have the reins back with him, you trying your best to look dominating is sinful.

"Can I?" You ask, accidentally. Your eyes widen as you realise and you quickly look down. Chan smiles and blinks in response to let you have your moment. You seem to have been trying really hard, after all.

You slightly part Chan's legs, giving you space to accompany yours. Before sitting on them, you flip your hair to let it rest on one shoulder of yours and lean forward to remove Chan's white shirt.

You are pleased, nonetheless to say. Chan has an effect on you, undoubtedly. However, you are still standing in front of him, strong and determined to have your way. You had feared initially that you'd be already begging for him and his devious ways with you.

Chan stares at you, ensuring that he did not break contact with you at all. That you still had him in the way you wanted, ready to dominate. He knows you liked it and you do truly. You lift Chan's shirt up as he allows you to and throw it to a corner.

Fucking minx, Chan screams out loud in his head. He watches you closely. Chan has always loved to do that. Yes, he is guilty as charged for being so caught up in his work, but he realises his mistake. He is, after all, missing out on all this.

But if it were his lack of attention that led you to be a vamper, he wouldn't mind doing this all over again.

You take a deep breath as you look at Chan, gaze lingering up and down and finally letting your eyes land on his thighs. His thick thighs. Chan's thighs are one of the many reasons for your wet dreams. His thighs, that are so tight and firm, look like they are made of steel. They even enhance his beautiful backside besides his crotch that they almost steal all the attention from his already handsome face.

So, you are not exactly surprised this morning when you wake up, drenched in your sweat, panties damp all because you dreamt of riding Chan's thighs. That dream edges you to the ultimate levels of endurance of your sexual frustration.

"Are you rethinking everything?" Chan asks out of concern. You face Chan, head lifting slightly. You are intimidated by your own fantasies as much as you want to try it out. Chan understands this and you realise that that is one of the million reasons why you love him.

"Yes," you mumble, embarrassed. You end up just making a fool out of yourself and nothing more. You can feel the ground below you slipping as you drown in your own embarrassment until —

"That was hot," Chan's voice resonates in tones lower and he pulls you onto his thigh so suddenly that you let out a squeal subsequently followed by your eyes widening at what happened.

"Chan," you let out a sigh. Your hands extend to grip on Chan's shoulder for some sort of balance while his huge hands hold your hips in position.

"Would you let me take control?" Chan asks, leaning forward. His breath warms your neck and a sharp rush of tingles run down your spine, making you slicker than you already were. Chan is kind enough to ask you to hand over the reins; however, he also looked like he would take them even if you didn't give it to him.

You nod and that is a signal enough for Chan. Holding your hip down onto his thighs more precisely, he pulls you forward towards him. You gasp at the friction and your head drops forward, resting momentarily on Chan's neck. You can feel him growing against your thigh as it is pressed. Your breath is already getting irregular.

"Grind on my thighs, baby," Chan whispers into your ear and catches hold of your earlobe between his teeth.

On that cue, you press your core, dripping, further into his thighs and start grinding on him slowly.

"Chan, oh," your words ever so slowly turning into moans, each of a higher frequency than the previous one, "Oh my God."

Your voice is trembling. You can feel the sensation in your centre, spreading and vibrating through your whole body. You hold onto Chan's shoulder tighter than you already are. Your brain is slowly releasing oxytocin and endorphins. Bliss is all you feel. And Chan's thick thigh.

Chan lets out a deep grunt as he watches the sight before him. You are moving back and forth on his thighs and you look to have found heaven momentarily. Your face is washed with a look of pleasure as you moan his name over and over and over again as if he is the reason why you are breathing at this moment. Your eyes are shut tight and you rub yourself on his thighs. Chan can arguably say for sure that this is one of his favourite looks on your face.

Your right hand drops from his shoulder and you allow it to land on his covered girth. He was thick everywhere and you love it. You open your eyes, looking at Chan and letting him see how lost you are in seventh heaven. Chan helps you move quicker on his thigh subsequently as he pulls you back and forth. You grip on his covered shaft, giving it a few pumps as much as the covered denim permitted you to.

The air is soon filled with the sounds of your loud moans and his deep grunts. Your body is firmly grinding on his thighs. Your hand is pumping Chan and moving around his covered shaft rhythmically. Chan's hands, that are holding you down onto his thighs, are flexed which helps him guide you to grind on himself quicker. The friction from moving to and fro his tense thighs, that he flexed occasionally to emit a louder moan from you, sends waves of pleasure slowly through your clit.

"C-Chan," you screamed, not caring for anyone hearing you being a moaning mess, "I'm close. I'm so f-fucking close."

Chan's eyebrows quirk up. He knows that you are close. He has always known when you are close. Your lips quiver, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you tremble. Chan loves seeing you like this - like the moaning mess you are for him, unrestrained and loud.

He moves one of his hands. You let out a sigh at the loss of contact and you grip on his cock a little harder, rubbing it quicker. He slips one of his thumbs between your bodies to find your button.

"Aha," Chan smiles to himself on finding it and starts pressing on it, letting his thumb move in small circles, considering the limited space he had.

"Chan— fuck!" You moan and your head rolls backwards in sheer pleasure. "Oh my." You grip harder on his shoulders to balance yourself, your one hand still wrapped warmly around his manhood.

"Oh my fuck," you scream out loud, followed by the repeated chanting of his name when your climax hit you. You feel like your core is exploding and your eyes screw shut as you keep riding Chan's thigh sloppily.

"That's it, baby," Chan encourages you, whispering to you to continue. He grunts as he bucks into your hand that was wrapped around his cock. His one hand that is on your clit, now wraps around your hand, guiding you and helping you to squeeze him harder to reach his own high. Your head tilts slightly as you watch Chan's face slowly morph into one of extreme pleasure. He looks sinful, not that he normally doesn't.

You let out a whimper as his thighs move up along with his hips, providing more friction to your sensitive core. Your hand moves up and down his shaft, adjusting on how Chan's facial expressions changed. With a few hard thrusts from Chan himself into your hands, he finally explodes in his denim pants, the stain that is brought thanks to his precum, making its way bigger on the front and he emits a loud grunt. You watched in admiration how Chan thrusts a bit more into your hands.

Your bodies slowly halt in their movement. Your high subsides along with Chan's as your breath returns to normalcy. Chan leans forward to peck you on your lips lovingly, which is soon followed by a deep longing kiss. You pull away to face Chan who has leaned sideways to pick up the shirt of his that you had been wearing. He drapes it over you, pulling the open seams closer and lovingly caresses your face, with an expression of gratitude.

"That was perfect," he said, rubbing small circles with his thumbs on your skin at your hip. He looks at you with droopy eyes and a careened body.

"It felt amazing." You feel comfortable now, your head resting on his shoulder. Chan does not make your sexual fantasies seem weird. He never did and you feel blessed.

"I'm sorry," Chan cups your face and presses his forehead to yours. "I'm sorry for being so caught up with work that I haven't been paying much attention to you."

Chan looks sincerely into your eyes and you feel your heart warm up. This man loves you with no bounds and you love him for everything so much.

"It's alright," you tell him as you pull away and kiss his forehead. Chan and you stay like that for a while in each other's overwhelming presence. "I love you, Chan."

"So much more, Y/N," he hugs you warmly. Pulling you away, minutes later and holding you at an arm's length, Chan smiles stupidly at you with his eyes glistening.

"If ignoring you means this, I'm ready for this all over again," he sheepishly agrees and you laugh, flicking his forehead as you jokingly gasp. The room resonates your laughter accompanied by Chan's soon after — just two blessed souls with hearts next to each other.

"Asshole, why do I even adore you?"

[paimon-rambles]

Hi! I'd like to request Childe and his s/o getting into a fight/discussion because she is jealous of him and Lumine, it would be great if it ended with fluff 🥺 thank you!

Her

Characters; Childe

Summary- Childe promised to love you always, but sometime changed when Lumine step foot into Liyue

I'm not great at writing arguments so I hope this suffices^~^

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Childe was a man of his word, every promise he made he sought to keep it. He never went back on promises or break them, always fulfilling each wish. You could see it whenever he talks about his family, he made numerous promises to his younger brother Teucer and he kept each one.

But Childe also made various promises to you. Vows of love that he will hold you dearly and shower you in affection. Promises to protect you from the Fatui and that no blade would meet your skin and much more. And he never broke any of them. He gives you kisses and cuddles with you regularly and no blade has ever pierced your skin.

Your relationship is built on trust and Childe never showed signs of that trust wavering, the only thing he 'hid' from you was anything regarding the infamous Fatui and their plans, but that was more to protect you than to leave you in the dark. Everything is perfect.

But it wasn't

Formerly you've noticed a shift in his behavior, his attention was prone to something else, and you were puzzled to know who. It didn't take long to find out what was occupying your boyfriend's attention. It was the outlander. The honorary Knight of Mondstadt who quelled Stormterror's attacks on the city. The girl who was in search of her kin. Lumine was it? Her name became quite prominent.

You started to notice how close Childe and Lumine have gotten in the past few days. He even gave her a nickname, well Childe gifted you many nicknames but it'd be a lie if you said you didn't feel the slightest envious of "ojou-chan". In honestly you did feel jealously towards Lumine but you knew she wasn't at fault, she wasn't purposely drawing Childe's attention.

You couldn't quite blame your boyfriend for paying attention towards Lumine either, she was a beauty. Her golden hair always bounced delicately against her shoulder with a step or how the breeze carried her twin tails. Her eyes were golden similar to her hair but carried a darker hue, there was always a glint in her eye as she looked around Liyue Harbor curious to comprehend the city. And the fact that he was an outlander, a traveler who roamed world to world only added to the intrigue.

You did grimace at the thought of your relationship crumbling as you love Childe with all your heart but you also wanted the ginger to be happy. If Lumine is that source of happiness you'll gladly step aside.

But you did not comment on this. After all your relationship is built around trust if Childe wasn't happy with the current predicament he would have voiced his concerns. So you're jealously was hidden within the cage of your emotions, slowly growing each day.

But then you snapped

It happened when Childe's kid brother Teucer made a surpise vist to Liyue. The rascal snuck his way onto a boat and voyayed off away from home. Thankfully he was able to find his way to his brother with the help of Lumine and Paimon. Everything was going fine but it seemed that Teucer had taken a liking towards the blonde enjoying the company of the "nice lady." You didn't mind this too much but what really made your heart shake was seeing the way Childe acted towards her. It left you with an uneasy feeling.

You tried to shake the feeling away and lock it up with the jealously that wishes to paint you green in envy. But each "ojou-chan" that ran off his tongue and each subtle flirt he made towards her only fed your emotions. All masked away behind a smile both fake and real.

" If I could join you on your travels I would, but with the Fatui..." Your heart shook as those words ringed off Childe's tongue. Each word brought a sharp ache to your heart. If his vision would truly make him happy- to travel the world away from the Fatui- what is your place in that dream? Were you still lovers? Or friends.

You kept yourself composed in the situation keeping an eye on Teucer while your lover spoke of his desires to travel the world with Lumine. And you kept quiet. At some point, you both said your goodbyes to Teucer and Lumine.

-

" Do you...like Lumine?" You mumbled to him, your fingers dancing against the fabrics of your shirt anxiously. You glanced away from the pair of surprised pupils that burned into your features. The blue orbs that you love so much staring into your skull, but a slight playful grin toyed on his lips.

" What are you talking about y/n?" He asked teasingly. But you did not heed to his teasing or playful demeanor. " I mean you the way you act around her. You act like you like her- always hanging around her like a lost puppy- Do you like her!?" You shouted the last question out, and it was finally cleared to Childe that you weren't joking or playing around.

The ginger brows furrowed in surprise, his blue ocean-like eyes burned into you as if you had just insulted him. His lips parted to speak, " y/n, did you get that from?" He asked, his voice was still calm but held heavy restraint to it. His calming tone of voice made you ashamed for snapping at him so harshly but you pushed that thought away. " Then why do you always seem happy when your with her? More than me! Why do you tease her the way you tease me? Why Childe? WHY!?"

You could already see his body tremble with anger as he processed each word that left your sharp mouth. In the corner of your eye, you saw a mere glimpse of his palms turning to those like snow, white, and clumped together tightly. " Lumine is nothing but a friend- I'm only nice to her because of what friends do. Being kind to each other. And I only tease her because it's part of my nature. Y/n you know me, why would I leave you?" Childe responded, highlighting each word and the adding of emphasis made you shiver. The way his teeth slightly gritted together as the ginger grew more peeved at the situation he was posed in.

" BECAUSE YOU SAID IT YOURSELF!" You cried out, your vision was obscured as crystal like bodies of water dripped down against your cheek. You felt a hitch in your throat as it grew harder to breathe and with each second that passed more tears descended from your e/c glossy eyes.

Childe's face morphed into regret as he watched his lover, his best friend, the light to his darkness sob uncontrollably, defenseless and vulnerable. His lips parted to speak but his partner beat him to it.

" w-why did you tell her that you want to travel the world with her?" You finished, the event replayed in your racing mind as you waited for the ginger's answer fearing the worst.

Instead, however, you felt something collide with your body and when your brain finally registered what the source was you couldn't help but sob more as your boyfriend embraced you tightly. His hand, now free from the walls of his fabric gloves gently combs through your hair. " Please don't cry y/n- please let me explain." He whispered, guiding you to the couch to sit down.

You both sat on the couch, you rested your head against his chest each beat of his heart slowly calming your nerves but not enough. You were confused but relieved. " W-what do you mean" you sniffle sheepishly.

" Y/n... I can't talk about the Fatui in fear it'll get you hurt but me being friendly towards Lumine was just part of my work. She has some information that the Fatui labels valuable and since I'm here in Liyue they tasked me to keep an eye on her." He explained, his hands continuing to run through your hair. You processed this information as more questions were raised in your head. " W-what info?"

Childe bit his cheek in thought trying to collect what to say, " Y/n I hate keeping you in the dark but for your safety, I can't discuss that. But I want to assure you that when I said I would travel the world with her was merely a lie, just to gain some trust. But I much rather trade anything if it meant being here with you instead." You thawed in his arms as your tears came to a stop. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, gentle yet filled with passion, before resting his head against yours. The moment lasted like this until both of you were lulled into a deep slumber.

A simple misunderstanding was the cause of this all. Everything was perfect. Childe was sure to keep all his promises. His promises of keeping you safe and feel loved. And Childe has never broken one.

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Editors note: I have not written something fanfic in years by years i mean since 2006. I am terrified to post this. But lately I have a itch that I need to scratch. Writing is a way for me to bare my soul. It is a way for me to escape. I hope you all enjoy. And if this does well. I will possibly write more. Please go easy on me. 🖤

CHAN FLUFF.

Compass

Chan X Reader

You never truly had that person who you could turn too. Never had THAT connection, never felt the love of a man who only had the burning desire to make you happy. Who was willing to shield you from the cruelty of the world and was willing to shelter you.

Chan was one of a kind. You have never met someone with so much love, so much compassion and with so much talent. His smile lit up any room he would walk in. His eyes, those beautiful brown eyes how you drowned in them.

His eyes captivated you and his voice was sounds of sirens drawing you in the depths of his heart.. When you were with him nothing else mattered. Your souls intertwined , time was nothing. Everything was at a stand still.

A smile spread across your face as you watch your lover. You definitely had your faults. But he chose you. He chose all of you. Flaws and all. You've always told him "I'm a lost cause. Darkness fills my world." He would give you that smile that always melted your heart, kiss you on the forehead and say, "I am your compass, baby. I am here as a light to guide you through the stormy weather. My soul will be your compass and my heart will be the light and my voice will bring you back from that darkness."

And he was right, he was your compass. He would stop the voices and the demons that would anchor you in the deep. He would release those demons and lift the weight of the hour. "Hello Darkness." You would say. He knew the hurt and the things you have faced. He wanted to be the one who would shelter you from the storm.

You were his world and he desperately wish you would realize how much you meant to him. You too were his light, his compass in his darkness.

You made him feel loved, appreciated and wanted. He took care of everyone before you and no one cared for him. Sleepless nights, wanting and longing for a touch, for a soul, and for a love to light up his world.

One sweet day. There you were. His saving grace. Fate lead him to you, he just knew it. He always wondered if he had that person, the one who set his world on fire, time stopped when he saw you. His heart caught in his throat, he forgot how to breathe. Your beauty charmed him, your smile consumed him, your eyes, oh how he loved your big beautiful brown eyes, full of wonder. His soul ached to be next to yours.

The moment your eyes connected, your heart was beating so fast. You couldn't look away. You always thought you didn't have that person. Instantly with Chan you felt it. The pull of two people longing to touch, to kiss, to have their souls dancing together as one.

You kissed your lover as he sat besided you. You lived for that memory of meeting him. He smiled in return with a questioning look. You laid your head on his shoulder. "You okay, baby?" He asked with concern. You nodded your head. "I am more than okay." You chuckled. "And what is it that you find amusing, my love?"

You lifted your head off his shoulders, looked him in his eyes and gave him a kiss, one that shook your very core and his. He deepened the kiss wrapping his arms around you. You were the air he breathe and he was yours. You loved this man with every fiber of your being.

You broke the kiss still wanting more but you knew you needed to think clearly. You run your fingers through his brown curly hair. Fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes. He pressed the palm of his hand on your cheek, using his thrumb to wipe away your tears and with that you smiled.

"Thank you for being my compass, thank you for bringing me out of the darkness. Oh lovey! You saved me. You truly have no idea how much you did. My love for you deepens daily. I can not imagine life without you. You truly are my compass who guides me through it all."

Without saying nothing his lips found yours and you let your favorite compass take control and guide you home.

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Abusive boyfriend w/ Midoriya, Bakugou and Todoroki

Request: Can I have deku, bakugo and Todoroki reacting to the readers unhealthy boyfriend. He brings her down a lot and abusive. - anonymous

Being part of a toxic relationship is so so soooo painful. Thankfully reader-chan has her heroes to save her. Hope you like it. Love ya.💖💖💖

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warnings: abuse both physical and mental, ptsd and panic attacks, cursing, characters are aged up (they have graduated)

Midoriya Izuku

-Okay so he basically was the one who managed to build your confidence back up after the horrendous break up with your ex. 

-Your ex never laid a hand on you but his words were enough to bruise your ego and self worth so much that you believed that you were nothing compared to others. 

-From looks to personality, you believed that even a snail was more worth it than you. 

-Now you are a beautiful girl and very very smart. 

-Guys and girls looked your way even though you were in a relationship. 

-And your ex was having none of it. 

-It started off really subtly.

- “Are you sure you want to wear that to dinner?”

- “We are going to grab some coffee not going out for drinks.”

- “Don’t you think you are showing too much skin?”

-Then the body shaming started. 

- “I think you shouldn’t wear that, I mean look how large it makes you look.”

- “Have you been eating more?”

- “How about I make a diet for you?”

-This really brought you down. 

-It reached the point where you would only wear really baggy hoodies in order to hide your body. 

-After that turning point he still wasn’t satisfied. 

-People, although fewer than before, still had the nerve to hit on you and it was getting on his nerve. 

-He started belittling you in front of friends and acquaintances, destroying your already fragile confidence. 

-He had dug you a grave and sugarcoated the casket with empty I love you’s. 

-He had made you believe that he was the only one who would accept you and love you despite you’re so flawed. 

-And he managed to keep you for quite some time. 

-Then Midoriya comes along. 

-A childhood friend who had become a pro hero and on the top five. 

-He saw how skinny you had become, borderline unhealthy, how you shied away from him and literally everyone. 

-You were like a scared deer. 

-Then the boyfriend came in and everything fell into place. 

-Midoriya is smart, he caught on your boyfriend’s belittlement and the reason behind it. 

-Now getting you out of this toxic relationship is his new mission. 

-You ran into him more often after that first encounter and he always talked to you, complimenting you whenever he could. 

-Your boyfriend didn’t catch on until it was too late. 

-Midoriya had managed to get you to talk about your relationship and what your boyfriend was like, he had opened your eyes to his abuse and helped you built up the courage to stand up to him and dump his ass. 

-He was there of course to support you after the break up. 

-And of course after months and months of seeing each other almost everyday, you two became a thing. 

-Finally you get to experience true love with someone who truly appreciates you. 

Bakugou Katsuki 

-You and Bakugou have been friends since high school. 

-Inseparable. 

-He comes to you for everything, all his troubles are solved by you and you alone. 

-You’re special!!

-So when you get a boyfriend he is the first to meet the guy. 

-In truth he really didn’t want to because he has been in lobe with you for the longest time and seeing you with someone else reminds him that he is a coward. 

-Anyway he meets him and everything is fine, he looks decent and he seems to treat you well. 

-As months pass you seem to distance yourself more and more from him. 

-Bakugou at first is angry, he is fuming I tell you. 

-He doesn’t like the silence that he receives when he calls, or the single word replies when he texts and he especially despises your refusal to go out with him like you used to. 

-He gets that you have a boyfriend now and you have to spend more time with your bf but he still felt betrayed. 

-Then doubt started to settle in his mind. 

-Maybe you realized he wasn’t worth the trouble, I mean he is a difficult person, maybe your new boyfriend opened your eyes and now you want nothing to do with him. 

-Or maybe you figured out he was in love with you. 

-Had he been scowling more than usual while he was meeting your boyfriend? 

-He wanted to ask you what he did wrong but he couldn’t reach you. 

-So he sucked it up and drowned himself in his hero work, drowning his nagging mind along with his free time.

-Then something unexpected happened. 

-Uraraka visited him, worry written all over her face. 

-She was worried for you and wanted to ask him if everything was alright, since he was your best friend. 

- “She stopped showing up to our weekly girl evening and she won’t answer my texts.... I’m really worried for her Bakugou.”

-That was the last straw for him. 

-He went to your apartment and after five minutes of knocking your boyfriend opened the door. 

-The scowls on the guy’s face was really REALLY pushing his buttons. 

- “Is Y/N here?”

- “What do you want her for?”

- “I want to talk to her.”

-This man..... he closed the door in Bakugou’s face. 

-Well closed is putting it mildly. 

-He slammed the door shut with so much force that a mirror down the hall rattled. 

-Bakugou was ready to blow the door open when he heard the shouts. 

- “Y/N why the fuck is that guy here?”

- “W-what guy?”

- “Don’t act all innocent you slut! The guy you are fucking!”

- “I-I don’t k-know who y-you are talking a-about.” 

-The moment he heard your sniffles echo through the door he was inside the apartment shoving the guy away from you. 

- “Don’t you fucking dare speak to her like that, asshole.” 

-You were trembling behind him and Bakugou could feel the sob threatening to escape your lips. 

-Looking over his shoulder at you he spoke gently as if you were a scared kitten. 

- “Y/N could you go get some of your stuff ready? I’m taking you away from this dickhead.”

- “Who do you think you are? That’s MY girlfriend she listens to me alone!”

- “Don’t speak as if she’s an object!”

-You had disappeared to your room to get your things and were now clinging to Bakugou’s back. 

- “So you are fucking him. What should I have expected from a whore like you!” 

-Okay now Bakugou was presented with two options. 

-Option A: beat the living shit out of this guy and most likely losing his hero license for a week. 

-Option B: get you out of here and let this asshole boil in his own defeat. 

-He went with option B. 

-Wordlessly he guided you out of your apartment complex and into his car, drove you to his house and proceeded to help you calm down. 

-You had had one panic attack in the past so he didn’t really know what to do. 

-But he managed. 

- “Whatever he said to you isn’t true. I don’t know what actually went down between you two and what he got into the pretty little head of your but none of that matters. Just know that we are all here for you. Me, the girls even stupid Deku. And we love you, I love you so don’t worry about anything. Everything will be alright.” 

-From that point on everything was history. 

-It didn’t take long for you two to start dating and Bakugou made sure to have a firm talk with your now ex boyfriend when you ran into him at the grocery store. 

-Get wrecked douchebag.

 Todoroki Shouto 

-Toxic relationships is something Todoroki is a pro at this point. 

-He grew up in one so yeah. 

-He sees the signs of the abuse faster than anyone. 

-First of all, you inch away from anyone who starts flaying their arms. 

-Despite the warm weather you always wear long sleeves. 

-And he has seen you applying extra make up around your eye once. 

-He also notices how you always try to avoid annoying your boyfriend, like you take extreme measures. 

-You distance yourself from other males going as far as to avoid him to an extent. 

-Then he sees the bruises. 

-You two were training at the agency’s gym when your shirt rode up your torso and there was this huge bruise right under your  ribs. 

- “Y/N who did this?”

- “Oh I just got slightly injured during my last patrol.”

-He isn’t buying it since he was with you during your last patrol and you didn’t get injured. 

-But he lets it slide because he believes that you know whats best for you and you will get away from this guy. 

-But for some reason you stay with him. 

-For months. 

-And Todo can’t take it anymore.

- “Y/N can I talk to you?”

-He talks to you about what he has seen and that he knows that your boyfriend is doing this to you. 

- “So please, please leave him, get out while you can. Y/N I can’t see you hurt like this.”

-You see the thing was that you had made the stupid decision of moving in with him and now.... you had nowhere to go. 

-If you broke up with him you wouldn’t have a place to stay and you couldn’t start searching for a new place, he traces your phone and search history. 

- “You’ll live with me. I’ll give you everything you need just please please let go of him. He doesn’t deserve you. I hate seeing you so hurt and broken.” 

- “Please come with me then, Shouto I-I can’t do this alone.”

-Of course he came with you, standing in between you and that asshole as he went to strike you when you broke the news to him.

- “You are leaving me for this piece of shit huh? Of course you would you whore!”

-He went as far as activating his quirk, attacking Shouto in an attempt to get to you. 

- “I own you you fucking slut! No one will want you! You are mine!”

-Shouto wasn’t as calm as Bakugou in this situation, punching the guy before leaving the apartment, making sure that the guy got the message and wouldn’t try to come after you. 

-Back at his apartment, Shouto comforted you as best he could. 

-You know where this leads. 

-Shouto gives you the space you need before making a move. 

-My mans waits months before even remotely flirting with you. 

-After a year long wait he finally manages to ask you out. 

-And the rest is history.

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Unpleasant Pleasantries

Rohan Kishibe x JosukeSister!Reader

Trigger Warning: inappropriate stand use, mild suggestive themes

Rohan thought this to be the perfect opportunity to get back at that imbecile with the hair of a 60’s delinquent, but instead found something more fulfilling than revenge.

It was your first time meeting the famous mangaka, but Koichi insisted that you introduce yourself to the newly found stand user as a formality.

~

“It’s better to make friends than enemies, y/n! So please do this for me.” He begged, clasping his hands tightly together as he bowed.

“Koichi-chan, he ripped out pages from your face and tried to do the same to Okuyasu and Josuke. I don’t know if I trust this guy.” You sighed, nervous and even a little scared.

“It’ll be fine, when you tell him you’re related to Josuke, he won’t even think about trying anything!” Koichi’s eyes glistened, still silently begging you to go.

“Fine, but if I don’t show up back home in an hour, call Josuke please.” Koichi nodded enthusiastically, shouting thank yous while he ran off to find your brother.

~

Thanks to the written address Koichi had given you, it was easy to find the large Victorian mansion that belonged to the isolated artist.

“Come on, y/n. You can do this. Just a quick hello and you’re done.” You tried to psych yourself up, taking one last deep breath before approaching the walkway that led up to the door.

Knock Knock

You waited, your heart rate a bit too quick for your liking.

You could hear the steps on the other side slowly approaching and suddenly stopping, only to find the door creak by.

“Now who would be disrupting the Great Rohan Kishibe?” The man spoke in a sinister tone, swinging the door open.

Rohan Kishibe looked nothing like how you expected him to. He was built slim but still toned, his green hair neatly styled and face slim and sharp with a cute dolphin bandage placed on the bridge of his nose. His green eyes stared at you intently, as if he was trying to analyze your face as well.

“I-I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to cause you any trouble. My friend Koichi wanted me to introduce myself. I’m Y/N Higashikata. I’m a stand user and I go to school with the rest of the boys.” You stammer out, guilt hitting you for interrupting the presumably busy manga artist.

The man eyed you with a devilish smirk, clapping his hands together like he had discovered something amusing.

“You’re Josuke’s little sister! Oh how fun! You know, you’re too cute to be related to that boy. Now please come in, I’ll make you some tea and we can talk.”

“I’m actually the same age as him, and I’d love to join you but I got... study plans with K-Koichi!” You tried to avoid his stare but as he made eye contact, you knew you had lost.

“Nonsense! I’ll give him a call and let him know you’ll be studying with me, now please come in already.” His smile grew while he pulled you into his abode by your wrists.

The house was lightly decorated with manga related memorabilia on the wood carved shelves and many original panels from famous mangas hung framed on the soft toned walls, but the home still held a grand Victorian feeling to it.

Your original unease disappeared as you took in the grandeur of the mansion and the interesting items that adorned it so carefully. Rohan smirked at the curiosity in your eyes and the quick movements they made while you focused on specific areas of his home.

“Would you like a personal tour of the property before we study? I will warn you though, not all the rooms have been styled by yours truly yet. It’s a work in progress at the moment.” The smile he bared had you suspicious again, but you didn’t want to be rude to the owner of such a magnificent estate.

“As much as I would love to, your home is absolutely stunning, I sadly only have an hour to study. My mom would kill me if I got home late again.” A hefty sigh escaped your lips and you gave him your best upset expression you could muster.

You hoped he wouldn’t key in on your lying, remembering the warning Koichi had given you about his ability to discern genuine emotions from fake ones.

The mangaka squinted his eyes for a moment, causing your heartbeat to speed up substantially, but his face returned to its usual smile that you swore held a bit of deviousness underneath.

“Oh! it’s alright, dear. I understand. I’ll save it for your next visit. Let’s get to your work now, follow me to the kitchen. I’ll prepare us something and you can take a seat by the window.” He gently took your hand, guiding you to the kitchen and carefully pulling out a seat for you at his dining room table.

A beautiful bouquet set in a hand sculpted vase caught your interest on the table as Rohan busied himself with brewing a fresh pot of tea. The flowers were bright in color compared to the muted ones of the vase, but the contrast made both appear unique and appealing to the eye.

“I see you even appreciate the smaller details of a home. Though I am a mangaka, I do dabble in other forms of artistic expression. Take pottery for example, I glazed this vase in a muted color pallet so it could stand out on its own when beautifully bright flowers were placed in it. The two compliment each other nicely, don’t they?” He set down two tea cups and began to pour.

“Yes! And I especially love the bright purples in the lillies you picked here.” You gently touched a petal, Rohan now lightly tapping his cheek, pulling out a chair for himself to sit right beside you.

His closeness and unwavering gaze brought a heaviness to your chest, making you stumble over your words.

“Um-m thank you for treating me so well and letting me study in your home, Rohan-sensei.” You began to unpack your notes and textbook, Rohan scooting closer to analyze what you had written.

“No need to thank me, my dear. Now let’s get to your studies. What is it you need to work on today?” The smile he shares with you is comforting, but you can’t help but feel like he was plotting something.

You set your pencil bag down and prepare your notebook, trying to make yourself busy by setting up.

“Biology. I’ve only just recently started going to school in person, but I tested well enough to be placed in the highest class. Today we’re supposed to label all the organs in this frog drawing.” Your tone comes off as annoyed and Rohan picks up on it, tilting his head to the side while he reads your frog diagram.

“You aren’t a fan of biology? I’ve got a few anatomy sketches of animals you could use instead of this photocopied worksheet. Maybe that will help peak your interest?” He stands and saunters out to find his sketches, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

When Rohan returns, the two of you work on your Biology homework for about an hour, finishing the entire pot of tea in the process. You found out that Rohan was quite skilled at anatomy, having an entire sketchbook dedicated to the anatomy of many living things, including the likes of frogs and flowers. He was extremely helpful and fun to talk with.

As you packed up your bag, Rohan remained seated in his chair, playing with one of the lilies from the bouquet. You weren’t sure if you should head towards the door and leave Rohan or wait for him to stand and lead you out. You were about to speak when the mangaka interrupted with a swish of his pen in your direction.

“Heaven’s Door.”

You felt a sharp shove of air to your midsection, sending you onto the floor. Every movement you attempted was futile as the grinning artist looked down at you. A deep chuckle haunted you while he leaned in closer to your face. His hands gently caressed your cheek, opening it up like a book.

“I’m sorry, y/n. You’re interesting and I’d love to learn more about you, but I’m impatient. It’ll be far easier for me to just read you. Don’t fret, my dear. I’ll make sure you don’t remember this.” He flipped through your pages, ignoring the tears that ran down onto the very paper he was trying to read.

“Now let’s just read the juicy bits today. You were hospitalized along with your brother when you were only four, a strange parasite made up of Dio’s cells attacked your immune system at age twelve and had you bedridden until fairly recently.” The curiosity he held for your story excited him, the pen he held in one hand quickly wrote onto the notepad he placed on the floor beside your head.

You felt like sinking into yourself, ignoring his quips and teases as the embarrassment of the mangaka reading your thoughts and feelings enveloped you. It wasn’t fair. Why did he have to be this way? He was so kind before and just like a flick of a switch, he changed.

“Oh, now how did you escape that? Here we are, thanks to Mr.Joestar’s Hamon lessons, you not only came back from your illness, but gained a proper stand and the ability to wield Hamon just like your father and great grandfather! Wait, what’s this new paragraph about?” He squinted closely, reading your page out loud again.

“I have to visit Rohan Kishibe today because Koichi told me to. He practically begged. Even though I’m scared, Koichi gave me his word that nothing bad would happen. Rohan Kishibe looks very different from what I imagined a mangaka to look. Well, what did you expect me to look like?” His smirk grows as he continues on.

“Ah, another new bit is here! Rohan Kishibe is very good at anatomy, he’s been kind and helpful, I’d like to get to know him better. I think Josuke was just overreacting when he called Rohan Kishibe pure evil. I could see us being friends.”

His smile disappears skimming the next sentence, his usual tone of voice changed as he starts to read. He sounded upset, hurt even.

You were the one being wronged here! Why would he get upset? He doesn’t have the right.

“Josuke was right. Rohan Kishibe is not nice, he is terribly mean. He’s using me for his entertainment. He doesn’t care. Rohan Kishibe is not kind, he is not helpful, he is cruel, I don’t want to get to know him. I want to forget him.”

“I hate Rohan Kishibe. I hope to never see him again.”

Rohan paused, looking away from your pages, trying to focus on anything else for the moment.

“W-well, I’ll just fix this last paragraph and erase it from your mind. You’re being dramatic, I’m not as terrible as you describe me.” Chuckling to himself, he tries to laugh off his obvious pain and attempts to regain his composure.

“No! I won’t let you erase my emotions!” You shouted, a wave of Hamon spreading through his arm as his pen touched your page, his attempt to rewrite your memory foiled.

The mangaka was sent flying back, his right arm dropping the pen and your face finally shutting closed, returning your ability to move. Although you were upset at the betrayal of trust you gave the man, you felt a twinge of guilt in your heart when you spotted his still form draped across the wood floor, cradling the arm you had burned with your Hamon.

Running to his side, all thoughts of malice left your body while you attempted to get a better look at his injury. His arm was still intact thankfully, but it was badly burned and needed to be set correctly and quickly if he ever wanted it to heal properly. You took a deep breath and turned Rohan over to see if he was still conscious.

“Oh god, Rohan I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened.” Your eyes fill with tears again as you see the artist weakly rest himself against the wall, still holding his arm close to his chest.

“No, no it’s alright. I brought this on myself. I accept that.” He grimaced, trying to take a peek at his injuries but too frightened to actually check.

“You read my thoughts and history, it wasn’t right but you didn’t physically hurt me. I don’t know how that happened, but I promise you I’ll fix it.” You swore to the manga writer, now searching through your backpack.

When you found your pair of scissors, you went into full first aid mode, removing the sleeve from his right arm by carefully cutting the loose cloth off. After tossing the short sleeve to the side, you cut the bottom of the skirt you were wearing off into a long bandage-like shape of clothing and ran it under the cold tap water from the kitchen sink, returning to the injured Rohan.

“I’m going to wrap your arm with this, it won’t be painful if you let me use my stand, but I’m going to ask you first before I use her on you.” The man nodded, accepting your offer to erase the pain.

“Under Pressure. She’s a stand that has the ability to manipulate emotions. She can change them within a radius or focus on only one individual. When she focuses on a single person, she is only able to change their emotion to the opposite of what is being felt.” You began to wrap his arm, nervous about what he might feel when you placed the wet fabric loosely around it.

All Rohan could do was bite back his lip to avoid making any embarrassing sounds. Instead of the immeasurable pain he imagined to come with dressing a freshly burned wound, he felt a wave of euphoria. He now understood what you meant by the “opposite” emotion would be felt.

The artist never knew wrapping his burned arm would feel so good, every touch caused his breath to hitch in his throat and his eyes to water. It confused him, even though he understood that the opposite of pain was pleasure, it still startled him every time you did one more pass of the homemade bandage.

He tried his hardest not to be flustered, but when you finished off his arm by tieing the last bit with a knot, he let a small whimper escape his lips. His hand shot up to cover his face, it’s hue now a bright crimson.

Your cheeks turned bright pink as well. You turned away swiftly, to avoid eye contact.

“U-Um just stay put. I’m gonna borrow your phone for a second and let you catch your breath.” Scratching the side of your cheek, you stand up and make a b-line for the phone, dialing your home and hoping that Josuke would pick up. You glanced at the clock set on the wall, it read 8:15.

I’m late.

As soon as the phone line rang once, you spotted the front door to Rohan’s manor fly across the main hall. Peeking your head out from the kitchen, you see a furious Josuke with Koichi in pursuit.

“ROHAN-SENSEI! WHERE IS MY SISTER YOU CREEP?! SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HOME 15 MINUTES AGO!” He yells out, his voice echoing throughout the home.

“Josuke! I’m here! I was just about to call you. Listen, I messed up bad and hurt Rohan. He’s in the kitchen bandaged up but I need you to heal him all the way.” You run to Josuke, giving him a tight hug while trying not to cry from the stress of the situation.

Josuke squeezes you once and let’s you go, looking you over from head to toe so he could make sure you weren’t injured as well. When he spots your torn skirt, his aura radiates a dark malice you’d never seen him show before.

“Wait Josuke! I did this to myself, we didn’t have bandages so I cut some cloth.”

He looks you over again and sighs heavily, the purple hue that was full of rage, leaving him.

“Ok, fine. Where’s that jerk? I’ll fix him up real quick so we can go home.” He grumbled, following you into the kitchen.

Even though Rohan wanted to refuse any treatment from Josuke, he finally accepted the help when you threatened to cry on the spot. His arm had returned to its previous state, unburned and fully functional, thanks to Josuke and Shining Diamond.

Josuke picked up your backpack and held the now fixed front door open for you, while Rohan stood and waved goodbye. You awkwardly returned the wave and made your way back home, your thoughts chaotic and confused.

On the one hand you felt guilty for putting Rohan through such an immense amount of pain, but you were also upset at the humiliation he put you through by reading your life with Heaven’s Door. These thoughts plagued your mind as you laid your head to rest for the night.

~

It was roughly two in the afternoon when Rohan Kishibe knocked on your front door. A short but older woman answered, complaining about the loudness of the knocks when she looked over the artist.

“Oh, my apologies. You’re that Rohan Kishibe my kids talk about. How may I help you, Mr. Kishibe?” She asked with a warm tone to her voice, leaning against her door frame and smiling up at him.

“Is y/n in? I’d like to deliver this to her personally.” He spoke softly, shaking the box he held in his hands.

Your mother couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. He appeared to be anxious and uncomfortable, most likely it was his first time gifting something like this.

“She’s not home yet, but give her five minutes. Why don’t you come in? You can wait for her up in her room, just don’t go raiding her drawers or anything.” She joked, Rohan’s cheeks turning vivid scarlet.

“I’m only pulling your leg, sweety. I know you’re better than that. Now come on! Have a seat at her desk and I’ll bring you up some lemonade.” Rohan followed her inside.

When they reached your room, Mrs.Higashikata opened the door and waved her hand to your desk seat.

“Pull up that chair there and I’ll be back with some refreshments.” Her smile gleamed at him. She walked off to the kitchen, leaving the artist alone in your room.

Rohan browsed around your room, taking in the personality that was apparent by the many bits of decor that gave your little private space a peculiar style. Your walls held photos printed on Polaroid film, sketches presumably drawn by you, and posters of your favorite video games and shows.

When he glanced around your room, he was immediately caught off guard when he spotted two volumes of his very own manga, propped up and on display in your bookcase. To say he was flattered was an understatement, he was completely floored. You were a fan of his?

His heart was heavy all of a sudden, he felt a dreadful pain in his chest while he held the book in his hands. He turned his head toward the doorway when he heard your voice greet your mother. To regain himself, he quickly skimmed through the pages of the manga he was holding, hearing your distant conversation come to an end.

You entered the room. Dropping your bag at the corner of the closet, your eyes never leaving Rohan while you take a seat on your bed. The mangaka gently placed your copy of Pink Dark Boy back in its original position, turning around now to face you.

“I’d like to humbly apologize for my abhorrent behavior and actions yesterday. I was terrible. I know it might be asking too much of you, but I brought you this as a peace offering. I want us to start over. I’d like to get to know you the right way.” He passes you the box he was carrying with him, nudging you to open it.

Casually unknotting the bow and removing the lid from the bottom, you slowly lift what appears to be a white sundress out of the box. It was beautifully made and looked to be just your size.

“I know it’s not the skirt you tore, but I felt like you deserved something a little more unique.” He averts your gaze quickly when you attempt to gauge his reaction.

The mangaka appears to be flustered, apparently not very used to apologizing. His eyes held a fear of rejection but also a glimmer of hope. A breath you never knew you were holding was released with a quiet hum.

“It’s beautiful, thank you, but do know that buying me things isn’t going to repair my trust in you. We can at the very least start over though.”

Rohan smiled to himself, thankful for your empathetic nature, and nodded a quick yes.

“Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, how about we take that dress and enjoy some tea at the cafe? My treat.”