#i won't apologize for being sloppy because the point of this is to have fun and cause pain

[psychologicalwarclaire]

Nya and jay number 22

I love angst and trauma >:333

22 - Forced to Watch

"STOP PLAYING GAMES!" the masked man roared, wrenching the cage door open with a bang.

His massive hand grabbed Jay's curly hair and pulled the blue ninja from the cage. Before he could react, Jay's arms were grasped by two equally hulking masked figures.

"Don't you dare touch him," Nya said, her voice dangerously low.

A distant whine of panic was humming through her brain. Usually when any of the ninja were captured by common thugs, their 'demands' and 'interrogations' were a joke. Nya was starting to think that these ones were more than common thugs.

"I will ask you again," the masked man growled. "Where is Wu."

"I told you," Jay said in a shockingly level voice, even as he winced as the grips on his arms tightened, "we don't know. No one has seen him in months."

"No one knows where he is," Nya added. With Jay no longer protected by cage bars, they were both on thin ice. She felt vulnerable with her greatest weakness in the clutches of the likes of him.

No one could see the man's gaze, but Nya sensed his eyes flicking between the couple. Maybe if he hadn't caught them in the middle of a date, maybe if Jay and Nya didn't have natural chemistry that they were terrible at hiding from foes, maybe if Nya could pretend-- just pretend-- not to care for a second, the man would not realize he had an upper hand.

But he did.

In one swift movement, the masked man sank his fist into Jay's gut.

Jay doubled over, gasping.

The thugs pulled him upright again.

Nya clutched the bars, her own breath stuttering. "We don't know where he is! Jay's not going to tell you anything."

"If he won't," the blank black mask turned to face her, "you will."

"Don't--" Jay warned with wide eyes.

The fist slammed against his eye and he grunted.

Nya flinched along with him. She squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't bear to see the love of her life hurt by some gruff nobody.

"You WILL watch, or I will get my knives next."

Nya's head snapped up. Her eyes met Jay's. The one that had been hit was already bruised and swelling. 'I'll be fine,' he mouthed.

His tremulous smile flashed across his face before--

The next blow was to Jay's jaw. To his head. His stomach, ribs, stomach, ribs, head, ribs. Bruises bloomed with each impact.

"STOP IT!" Nya yelled.

The violence halted for only a few seconds as the mask turned back to her. "Volunteering?"

"No!" Jay groaned, chest heaving. "No, take me..."

They could both feel the smile spread behind the mask.

BAM

Spray of blood.

CRACK

A groan.

Jay's grunts turned to heavy pants. Then to whimpers. Whines. And worst of all, choking, broken sobs.

Nya sobbed right along with him, unable to tear her eyes away.

When are last Jay's head lolled against just chest, upright only from the iron grips hauling him up, the punches, slaps, kicks, and backhands finally slowed.

"Get my bat," the man sneered.

"NO! NO STOP IT! HE'S IN A TIME VORTEX, OKAY? Master Wu is lost in time! We don't know WHERE or WHEN he is, I promise! Just let Jay go... let him go... please..."

"That's enough for now." He patted Jay's cheek so softly that Nya wanted to bite through the metal bars.

The door wrenched open and Jay's limp figure was tossed in. Nya caught him before he hit the ground. She cradled his still form close to her. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so so sorry."

"You could at least have thought of a better lie. I'll be back in an hour with my knives," he growled. "And I expect the truth then."

He and his goons left. Their laughter echoed back to her, dancing up her spine. She shook her head. Revenge later; Jay now.

Nya brushed Jay's blood-matted hair out of his face. His eyelids fluttered. He whimpered.

She kissed his forehead as gently as she could. "It's okay, it's okay... I've got you."

She squeezed her eyes shut, just feeling his warmth in her arms. She couldn't watch him go through that again.

She wouldn't.

[eldritch-spouse]

you mentioned (j)izz likes being pampered, but would he ever get turned on during a regular massage session started by mc? or like turned on during any acts of pampering? also, if mc decided to be petty by withholding any lewd acts (moving away when he's grinding somehow hypothetically) because they're tired of putting in all the work, how long would it take before (j)izz actually does something about it? (lol when I read zizz i thought of jizz and im not apologizing for it XD)

[You might as well call him Jizz, there's a running theme on the blog where no one can spell anyone's name correctly.]

TW: Implied non-con.

It's not too hard to turn Zizz on. For as drowsy as he is, his body responds quickly to stimulus regardless of his overall awareness, it's actually quite fun to play around with that and try to see just how much you can get away with before he wakes up. You can make him cum in his sleep with the right strategy.

A massage from you doesn't take that long to turn Zizz on. It's a very intimate gesture by default, plus he's huge, so you're likely on top of him as you work. Even on the brink of slumber, you're still likely to feel a raging hard-on against/beneath you at some point. He's a tad shameless, and lazy, so he might thrust at you a little to see if you'll do anything about it. If not, the Icon isn't above jerking himself off in plain sight. Ironically, on a couple of rare occasions, he may just fall asleep with his dick in his hand. It's hilarious.

If you have a problem with his lack of initiative, which is understandable (but also predictable, he's king of sloth demons after all), you can bring it up to him. Zizz won't pick up on it unless you explicitly tell him, he's more likely to assume you're just being pissy for no reason and will restrain you to get his way. After you explain that little misunderstanding, Zizz will be more active for sure, but it probably won't be any less frustrating for poor old you. See, don't expect minimally fast or rough fucks from him unless he's been greatly angered or is in heat. This Icon is a lazy, sloppy boy and he's more likely to bounce you slowly than he is to actually piston into you.

[seaweedstarshine]

Hi :D Would you like to sort 1) the Doctor's incarnations and/or 8) villains for the kmk triangle game? 👀

I am going to do the Doctors, because with so many villains, how can I narrow them down — but the villains would mostly get punched — except for the Master, who gets a big sloppy boop! xo Traveling with the Master means sooner or later they’re going to get bored and a boop is all they get :)

Okay… Mister Clever gets a boop too. And Svild the Sontaran. And Borusa. And the boss lady from Time Heist. And the Rakaya from Can You Hear Me. Oh and I’m totally traveling with the Meddling Monk/Nun, Rufus Hound/Gemma Whelan versions, I’d rather travel with them than the Doctor. See, I’d fail to narrow it down and they wouldn’t all fit on the triangle!

Massive disclaimer that 1) I haven’t watched all of Classic Who so please take this with a grain of salt 2) the physical placements aren't all accurate so they're not on top of each other 3) I enjoy all of the Doctors' incarnations, some of them just deserve to be punched more than others :) I mean twelve is my second-favorite Doctor (a very close second-favorite at that) and I rated him as one of the more punchable of them.

FUGITIVE DOCTOR ~ If only I could travel with her without ending up under the Division’s thumb! It's not her fault, but it won't end well (poor Lee). Which is too bad, as she’s good at pretending to know what she’s doing without being condescending — and that’s the kind of Doctor I think I'd get along with! My poor sweet girl gets a long, super tight, warm boop. For the road.

FIRST DOCTOR ~ Get me away from this irresponsible elderly baby! He’s one of the more punchable Doctors. I’ve only watched a few of his episodes, but his habit of dismissing his debatably-willing companions? I could not handle that. And yet, his habit of giggling waaaay too much does get him a very slight boop.

SECOND DOCTOR ~ Oooh lemme snuggle into that ratty ass coat for a nice warm boop! He’d be so fun to travel with too because even though he knows damn well he’s the smartest person in the room, he’s not the one to lord it over his companions (most of the time). He's so cuddly; I think we’d have a great time!

THIRD DOCTOR ~ If traveling with him means being his lab assistant and occasionally going for a ride in a partially-functioning TARDIS, that’s my ideal. It does make it an impediment for the Doctor doing their usual tactic of isolating companions from their “real lives” to make themself important to them :) which didn't help him get over Jo, but hey… what works, works. Three can be a bit uptight, but he's always not above apologizing, so I think we could work through things when it's important.

FOURTH DOCTOR ~ He gets an instant boop, partly because the scarf looks so cozy! But I only want to travel with early Fourth Doctor; not latter Fourth Doctor (who's just a bit punchable for his general lack of compassion. Adric was just a lonely kid going through a hard time. he could've been nicer to Leela for that matter, and I don't want to get in between him and Romana). How about I'm Harry's replacement in the Four/Sarah/Harry polycule?

FIFTH DOCTOR ~ Can he tone down the sarcasm as conflict avoidance, maybe? If he won't get along with his non-Nyssa companions, could he perhaps try a little harder to get Tegan to Heathrow? He's too emotionally constipated to have fun with! He's the least cuddly! Plus, Adric deserved better, but hey — I listened to Thin Time, I know he’s going through it. He gets the faintest of comfort boops. Like a hand squeeze level of boop.

SIXTH DOCTOR ~ Oooh I want to boop this man’s brains out — egomania to the point of camp is my jazz! That said… I love a bad girl me, but travel with her? Six would not take my opinions into account unless I put my foot down like Evelyn, and I'm a bit too much of a pushover for that kind of emotional drain. That’s precisely why will not be traveling with him.

SEVENTH DOCTOR ~ I want to boop this man soooo hard~ *points at my tumblr bio* I love a ditzy manipulator. Still, while he has his ditzy moments, they’re not quite enough for me to give him as big a boop as Six. These qualities make him unviable to travel with and punchable, too — he doesn’t tell Ace any of his schemes, and his manipulativeness unfortunately makes secretiveness worse.

EIGHTH DOCTOR ~ This poor sad wet thing… yet full of amnesiac charm. I'd like to travel him, but I’d need to be careful how I time it — ideally as far away from his Time War era as possible — but also keep me out of the Charley drama, I don’t wanna end up like C’rizz. I haven’t finished all his audios, but surely there’s some era that won’t end up semi toxic? I might just settle for booping him at midnight on New Years Eve.

SHALKA DOCTOR ~ All the Wilderness-era Doctors are so sad, wet and lonely, and I want to travel with this one. He needs more friends who aren’t the Master, but at the same time, I know having the Master in the TARDIS is helping him heal. And with me and Alison by his side? Shalka isn't perfect, but he's trying, and that's what counts. It's been a while since I saw this miniseries, but we'd be a power quadruple, and I just know we'd have such a great time!

WAR DOCTOR ~ What did I say about the Wilderness-era Doctors, but this poor sad sweetie could use a tight boop, because he’s waaaaay too hard on himself! He also could use a companion, but even if he didn’t refuse companions, I'm not about to survive the Time War, that's for sure! Maybe some other time…

NINTH DOCTOR ~ Oh look, it’s some other time! Sign me up for the Nine/Jack/Rose era! (Yes, I want Jack there too.) He’s a lil more punchable than some for refusing to get to know Jackie after he took her daughter away for a year… but he has such a big heart. Coward, any day. <3 Ima just make it clear I'm not tryna take Rose away from him and boop him too.

TENTH DOCTOR ~ Yeah, I’m not gonna travel with this fuckboy (gn). I'm not the one to deal with “you’re not replacing Rose” every five minutes! No, I am out. He gets a punch (for Martha and Mickey), but I’m also going to (faintly) boop him after, because he's gonna look at me with those big sad brown eyes, that mean he's not alright at all. <3 Maybe he needs to be a bit more ditzy about his egomania, maybe that would fix him.

ELEVENTH DOCTOR ~ Oh, his ditziness did fix him! So boopable! I think we’d get along so well most of the time, the thing is — do I want to travel with a guy with the guy who faked his death to his companions twice — the first time with pretty much no reason — and never apologizes for anything? This pathological liar is so cuddly though, gimme those forehead kisses… I will be strong and not travel with him for a steady boop supply.

TWELFTH DOCTOR ~ I’d love to travel with post-Clara twelve… but I’m not getting in the middle of Whoufflé drama. Accordingly, am-I-a-good-man era Twelve is deserves a punch for being so horrible to Danny, but after Darillium mellows him out a bit and he stops being jealous, I think I’d have so much fun traveling with him, Bill, Nardole, and occasionally Missy! Perfect dynamic! Just like with the third Doctor, being based on Earth is my ideal! Of course, Twelve doesn’t like hugs, so I’ll respect his space when it comes to boops.

THIRTEENTH DOCTOR ~ Oh she's so extremely boopable, but I want to at least feel like the Doctor I’m traveling with trusts me. Where Eleven deflects, Thirteen gets prickly, and I’m sensitive enough to push back when she treats casual questions as a personal attack. Still, I know it comes from a place of pain; if she can’t let me in, maybe a cozy boop will get through. She's so huggable. She’s much less deserving of a punch for not being above sincerely apologizing, which isn't the case for the more punchable Doctors.

FOURTEENTH DOCTOR ~ I want one of this sad man’s loving boops. I am going to boop him. Not travel with him, though, I'm not joining the Noble family as the next Mad Auntie Mel. Not when his next incarnation is right there in the same city at the same time!

FIFTEENTH DOCTOR ~ A dash of egomania without being condescending? My kind of traveling partner! But it’s too early to know how ideal he’d be to travel with; just guessing by the time-traveling to sabe baby Ruby, and the fact that he’s definitely going to avoid telling her about it and/or refuse to help her identify her mother, leads me to think he might be Eleven-like in terms of keeping secrets about his companion's past. A lot of this is based in my theories, haha, so I’m reserving judgement here. With the way he hugged his past self, so I really want to boop him!

CURATOR DOCTOR ~ One boop for the Curator coming up! He seems easy-going, mellow enough to an adventure through time and space that might even have periods of relaxation (the kind of guy to have scandalous affairs with Ohila of Karn) — if only he wasn't retired.

[subtle-edge-of-rot]

As promised, degen thoughts to go with the soft ask.

While I'm thinking about it, Vincent is really strong. He can carry and drag adults his size or bigger around, having been doing it regularly. Not only that, but his entire craft gets him on his feet and moving a lot. From killing or abducting to washing, waxing, positioning and carving let alone painting people and lugging them across town through the downstairs so he can actually display them wherever he sees fit--Vinny has to be strong.

He can lift you up and hold you with ease regardless of size, keeping you in his arms like that for hours just to make a point if he ever catches you being mean to yourself.

As a result of in general work and a near inhuman amount of stamina, Vince could fuck you standing and unsupported with no issues. It's fun to take you against a wall or over things that aren't meant to be fucked on but he can absolutely do it in the middle of a room with ease.

You'd have to hang onto his neck for support but imagine him catching you reading the back of a snack box with a familiar expression or just saying some off hand comment about your size. The plan immediately brews. He doesn't take kindly to you bad mouthing yourself--never has, especially since you're his perfect muse. He'll almost seem frustrated with you when he literally tears your underwear to get to stimulating you, working you up to the point where he can edge you until you take whatever you said back.

When he gets his apology he'll undo his clothes and lift you into his arms, slipping into you as soon as your arms are around his neck and he can hold your ass. Like this, he'll make it a point to get you off twice, once at the beginning and the second around his own climax. He doesn't mind keeping himself buried balls deep in you, sloppy sex and dripping climax on the floor to show how easy it is for him to hold and fuck you standing with no support. He'll give you so many kisses and dotting aftercare but I imagine he takes what you say seriously all the time, he won't let you be mean to yourself since you're always reassuring him.

-💙

Gonna post this one as is because I’m too busy gnawing on the edges of it to form any coherent words. Blue you’ve taken my breath away again 😌

[heart-forge]

I know you do Not want dozens of messages about the dreaded game but as someone with too many hours in it... I agree with all your initial points (let me specifically say the voice determining pronouns/gender selection is the BANE of my existence) And I know everyone has a hard on for the w_tcher nowadays (I played all 3 too I’m licensed to say this) but the writers still have a penchant for brutalizing women and being as misogynistic as ever, nothing new obviously. There’s one big questline in this game that left me feeling hollow for more than a week and shit in media Never bothers me. It was so excessive and poorly handled. A lot of sloppy writing all around. For bringing this crud into your inbox I offer you my most sincere apologies. You can send me ugly telepathic thoughts in retaliation

Nah it's fine I'll tag it as something and promise that if you don't want to see me dissect a video game then you don't have to. TAG TO BLOCK IS: hfcb. extremely specific so it won't hit anything else, stands for heartforge cyberpunk. also I'll go ahead and shove it under the cut.

And again, for people who are worried I'm just sitting around to dunk on this game, my impression is still: I understand why people would enjoy this, but I'm getting the impression that fan content will forever and ever be more nuanced and genre-savvy in a real way than the original material will ever be.

Okay, full stop, didn't like the witcher that much either. like at the time I found geralt to be very novel in the sense that I always had the impression he was very typical macho hero, which was proven wrong in some ways: enough ways for me to like the story, but the game was kind of....well, agonizingly granular as I'm coming to understand is CDPR's speciality.

I think I made this point on my main but cdpr has been taking prewritten things and adapting them: and believe you me as someone who recently adapted a novel into an IF, it's still a lot of writing, but also take my word for the fact that you have the opportunity to fix a lot of stuff. If something rubs you wrong or if you want to push it further or reel it back you absolutely can, and I agree with your point that CDPR didn't bother with the witcher let alone cb. They could have easily just quietly nixed the "all sorceresses are sexpots because they choose to be because when given a choice all little girls want to grow up to be sexpots, and they all happen to have precisely the same idea of what constitutes a hottie with a body because women are all the same", but they didn't.

The good things about the witcher imo were already kinda there. They didn't invent Ciri or Yenn or Jaskier (frankly imo the show invented Jaskier but that's a different story). CDPr just added things like female characters constantly having their nipples out, an agonizingly in-depth level up screen, a crafting section that was so much work I just never bothered with it.

And I think that's what I'm hitting up against with cb. All the interesting things about cyberpunk as a genre are already there and it's very fun to experience them! I love body mods, I love scanning with your eyes, I love the whole cyber rebel against the world thing, and they did integrate that...but like, I hate how every conversation takes for fucking ever because while I'd normally love to sit and chat, my V can never say anything because I don't think cdpr knew what to do with a blank slate mc. The heist portion with Jackie was one of the best parts of the game so far, because 1) things happened faster, and 2) V got to be angry and scared instead of just kind of cynical and indifferent. There was real momentum and tension: same reason I loved meeting Johnny for the first time in the apt.

Also what was up with them making Kerry gay? Everyone on the TL was going on about bi kerry and I was like fellas aren't we usually very firmly against making gay men bi but then I looked into it and he was bi in the original game. why is he gay now. he's gay because they have two straight ROs and needed two gay ROs because again their understanding of gender and sexuality is about as nuanced as the main page of reddit (which is also a really apt metaphor for a certain aftertaste I'm getting from some of this writing: very you epic le win the internet, sir!).

[old-hyper-super-clover]

Squeeze that bunny tail!

Part 4

Description: The RAD student council as well as the exchange students help out at a bar where, oops, the staff´s dress codes are those sweet bunny outfits that we all know and thirst for. The MCs, Violet and Clover, play a game of who can touch the most bunny tails over the evening without getting caught. Prepare for fluff, funny innuendos as well as my thirst over hot boys in bunny outfits.

The story is divided in several parts and will be updated every few days. find the other parts in my masterlist.

Story continues below the cut. Have fun!

Finally having stomached the midnight clothing change, the girls had to get back to work, so they kept their strategic meeting short.

However, when they finally stepped outside into the public again...

The demon lord was waiting for them.

Arms crossed, expression serious.

He was staring at them.

"Lord Diavolo...!" Violet pressed out while Clover gave a quiet but terrified "oh no he will actually kill me" as both backed away on instinct.

"May I have a word with you two?" the demon prince asked, however it felt more like a demand. They have never heard him speak in such a serious tone before.

The girls not able to give an answer other than a nod, Diavolo gestured at the staff's office room.

He let them step inside before closing the door... And locking it.

None of them have ever felt like shitting their pants more than in this moment.

"Violet, Clover" He raised his voice.

Clover had called her own death, and had accidentally pulled Violet with her.

"There is an urgent matter that I have to discuss with you two..."

That was it. The end.

Diavolo kept them trembling in a horrible silence for way too long.

"Y-yes...?" Violet somehow managed to say.

He took a heavy breath. The girls swallowed their fear.

Then, he spoke up.

"... Why do you keep squishing everyone's bunny tails? Is it some kind of human tradition? I'm dying to know!"

The girls literally felt like they just died.

"I've observed you for quite a while now, but I can't make out the reason behind it" Diavolo continued. "Please, fill me in...!"

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It took a while to recover, but in the end, the girls confessed about their game.

"We just look how many of those tails we can squeeze" Clover said.

"It's nothing more than a joke..." Violet mumbled. "I'm sorry to have upset you..."

Diavolo blinked at them.

"Upset?"

"Uhm... Yes..." Violet frowned in regret. "We will stop being childish while working. Again, sorry for-"

"Can I join your game?"

Silence.

"Y... You want to... Squeeze the guys' tails with us?" Clover asked.

And Diavolo's natural smile said it all. So, it seemed like another opponent joined the game at half time...

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The three parted quickly after as they were needed in the local, but Clover had an idea on how to keep things organized:

* Clover formed the group chat [Squeeze that bunny tail!] *

Diavolo: Hello!

Violet: ... Are you sure we shouldn't call the group something else...?

Diavolo: I quite like it.

Clover: Thank you, Sir :D

Diavolo: This is the first group chatroom I am in without Barbatos.

Violet: Should we add him?

Diavolo: No. Don't tell him. I am experiencing a new kind of freedom right now. Anyway, I wish you girls the best of luck in our competition!

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As this story is ridiculously long, let’s do a quick squeeze round!

Violet got very lucky... She caught Luke while the angel had been trying to reach for something in the kitchen shelves. He was still in his first outfit (because even demons do not support children nudity, that's gross), and looked adorable, standing on that stool to be tall enough.

After squeezing his tail, Violet offered her help.

... Only to realise she wasn't tall enough either.

But oh well, luckily, Solomon appeared and was there to grab those tiny cocktail parasols.

Later, Violet also worked with Asmo at the casino area for a while and got herself another point.

As for Clover... She tried.

Tried to squeeze Mammon´s tail a second time, but the greedy boy was also a very bouncy boy.

She also worked with Barbatos for quite a while, but as much as she wanted to go get those juicy two points, she just couldn't.

Something about this pretty man was scaring her... She found out later what it was.

Violet and Clover were serving drinks.

And for two girls without any real waitress-practise whatsoever, they did quite well.

But at one table, it had to happen.

The first broken glass of the evening. Clover had been holding the tray a little too sloppy.

As an ugly scream bubbled up her throat, she already felt the full glass of demonous fall, but was unable to do anything. The shattering of glass echoed through the bar, but what was worse was the growl that the customer pressed out.

Looking down on himself, Clover had perfectly spilled his drink onto the demon.

"You little..." he grunted, standing up and ready to break her neck this instant.

Clover backed away, of course, and felt how Violet had been there immediately to back her up.

"W-we apologize for this accident" Violet pressed out.

The demon seemed to get even more agitated, now raising his hand to hit her.

"Shut up you fucking-"

Then, another silhouette stepped in front of the girls.

Barbatos was gently holding the demon's hand back.

"In the name of the owner, I'd like to offer my deepest apologies as well. In cases like these, the local would like to immediately return the money you have spent this evening, and offers compensation in form of three free drinks of your choice."

Barbatos did a little bow after having finished.

"Screw the money..." The demon hissed. "I wanna tear those humans into miserable pieces. That´ll do as an apology."

Barbatos did not look up.

"... In that case..." the butler continued. "Guests who actively threaten the well-being of our dear staff will be treated according to their own attitude."

He straightened his back, beaming the demon a formal smile. "I will show you the exit. Please, do not think of coming back anytime soon."

Despite being so cocky before, now the customer flinched heavily. Finally, he seemed to follow the butler's orders. He spat on the table in some disrespectful dick move, then left the local.

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Violet and Barbatos helped Clover clean the mess afterwards.

"Thanks for dealing with that guy..." Clover mumbled.

"Oh, there is no need" Barbatos hummed. "If not for me, one of the demon brothers would have come to your aid. And I fear a person like Mammon would not have left the situation without a fight, so I figured it would be best to jump in myself."

The girls gave a small giggle.

"That's true..." Violet mumbled. "But that only makes you even more impressive. It's rare to see a demon so calm."

“Calm?” Barbatos looked up from the broken glass he had been collecting. He seemed genuinely confused for a moment, then his usual smile was back.

"How cute" he chuckled.

"C-cute?!" Violet blinked in surprise.

But Barbatos was already making his leave.

"Ah, don't mind it..." he mused. "The naiveté is what makes you humans so charming."

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Clover felt safer sticking to cleaning instead of potentially making another mess, so she was wiping the tables when she heard Diavolo calling out to her.

"Are you busy right now?" he asked.

"Not really, I'm still on cleaning duty but there isn't really much to do right now... Can I help you with anything?"

Taking a careful look around, Diavolo stepped closer, lowering his voice as well. "I am in trouble."

"Uhm..." Clover swallowed her stress. "And why?"

"I lost the master key. The one the owner gave me."

"... The one you need to lock the whole place with? The one that basically gives you control over the whole bar?"

"I see you smell the trouble now."

Clover gave a nod. "I do... Should I help you search?"

Diavolo's expression changed into a smile.

"That's what I wanted to hear! Thank you."

"No problem. Do you have any idea where it might be?"

So Diavolo gave it a thought, concluding that he must have lost it during his break.

"I looked through the bathroom already” he explained. “Which leaves only the kitchen and the staff's room."

Suddenly, a third voice joined the conversation.

"I did not notice anything like a key in the kitchen" Satan said, coming to a stop next to them.

"Oh, Satan, so you have overheard our conversation..." Diavolo crossed his arms.

"Don't worry, I won't spill anything to Lucifer" the blond laughed. "He'd only scold you, wouldn't he?" Then, his gaze fell on Clover. "I can help you search."

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Clover and Satan looked through the whole staff's office.

Luckily no one was there to ask what they were doing, especially since they just couldn't find anything. Satan gave a sigh.

"Nothing... I even looked through Mammon's jacket in case his kleptomania had struck again..."

Meanwhile, Clover was rummaging through one of the desks. Giving a resigned breath as well, she was about to give up when she spotted something shimmering behind the wooden desk.

"I think I found it...!" Clover called out.

Satan came up to her, seeing as well how there was a key stuck in the web of cables behind the office desk.

"Wait, I'll get it."

He tried reaching it from above, but some computer monitors kept getting in the way.

In the end, Satan was crouched down, head under the table as he fiddled with the cables.

"I still can't reach it..." he pressed out under his breath.

Clover grumbled in displease, kneeling down as well. There wasn't enough room for her to help in any way, so all she could do was watch Satan do his thing...

Oh no.

She had THE perfect chance to squish Satan's tail. Due to his position, his booty was right in front of her, and he seemed more than busy to even bother her presence.

Three points, she thought...

Just a little tap, she thought...

Holding her breath, she stretched out a finger and reached for the pompom...

Merely a second later Clover found herself landing on her back, her wrists being pressed against the floor next to her head.

"I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY."

Satan's body hovered above hers as he held her in a tight grip.

Clover was panicking.

"I'm so sorry - I shouldn't have done that - I'm sorry Satan Sir please don't kill me - I'm an idiot - I'm sorry I'm sorry - I love you sir I'm really sorry I'm-"

"Explain yourself" he interrupted her pleading.

"Hnnngh...” Clover fought actual tears but finally calmed down. "I... Uhm... Violet and I might be playing... A game..."

"Go on" Satan demanded in a sharp voice.

So Clover took a deep breather, speaking terribly fast in her fear.

"It's a competition. We wanted to see who can touch the most bunny tails over the evening, without the people noticing. Look, it's weird, I'm sorry, Violet has some kind of pompom kink and suggested it and I can't say no to people so I joined, also because it's funny, oh also please don't tell Violet I said anything about a kink, she will kill me."

His glistening greenish eyes kept mustering her flushed red face.

"I'm not satisfied yet."

The girl gave another whine.

"Pleeaase... Dearest Satan, Sir..."

"Keep going..."

"Ah...uhm… Oh lord, my man, oh how I plead for thy mercy, oh mighty Satan...! Thy tail was so tempting, I couldn't resist reaching for it...... And also I suck at this game and need points so desperately...! It was just too perfect of a chance, please forgive m..."

She stopped.

He was smirking at her, his grin almost dripping with this sly and cocky attitude.

Clover only now felt how there was something else in-between his left hand and her wrist.

The key.

And she remembered what Violet had texted her earlier today.

"... Did you trick me? The key wasn't actually hard to grab, was it?" she asked. “You knew I would try to touch your tail.”

His smirk widened.

"Why the fascination with bunny tails?" Satan nonchalantly ignored her questions.

"... They're fluffy..." Clover mumbled bashfully. "Just... fun to play with, y'know...?"

The blond tilted his head. "Never played with one."

"... Try it, it's nice."

"Yes, I would like to" he said, enjoying the flustered mess underneath him as she tried to figure out what he was implying. "Right now" he added.

So Clover tried to stand up... But Satan wasn't letting her.

"Uhm... I-I would let you touch mine, b-but... Could I stand up first...?"

"No."

Silence.

Probably the only thing audible was Clover's boiling head as she slowly raised her hips off the ground, constantly being focused by those sly eyes of his.

One of his hands let go of her arm, reaching down while his whole body lowered slightly as well.

Instead of reaching for her back, however, he first placed his hand on her thigh. Through her fishnet stockings, she felt his touch wandering up her leg, only then he'd brush over her side to her back, finally finding the bunny tail in his grip.

"Interesting" he mused, poking and squishing the pompom as he pleased, visibly amused at her embarrassment. "Yes, very-"

They heard the office's door falling shut.

Both, Satan and Clover, stopped in their motion, even in their breathing, as footsteps came closer.

"My jacket... Where did I leave my jacket..."

They were staring at each other first, then at the person casting a shadow on them.

And... well...

Luke stared back.

Stared at the demon bending over the human, the human arching closer to the demon, touching each other in those... those clothes...!

The angel could only press out some dying squeaking noises as his face exploded in an outraged blush. He took a step back, raising an arm as if shielding himself from the evil.

"S... S-s..."

Clover was the first to move again.

"Luke, this is not what-"

"SIMEEOOOOOONN....!"

Aaand Luke ran out of the room in a great whine. Slowly getting over the shock, Clover let out a sigh.

"... He's going to arrange some exorcism for me now, ain't he..." she mumbled.

The demon only gave a chuckle. "Serves you right" he hummed.

"Wha-?! You're the one who start..." her voice gave in immediately after meeting again with this almost sadistic stare.

"S-s-stop... Satan... Since wh-when are y..." Clover stuttered as the demon continued to play with her tail.

He leaned in closer.

"You should know that trying to play pranks on me will always backfire thrice as much..." he purred into her ear.

Then, Satan let go, pulling back and rising onto his feet.

"Well, I think that is enough of a punishment for now. I'll go and bring Lord Diavolo his key."

Clover sat up as well, but her legs were way too wobbly to do any more than that.

She glanced up at him, seeing him wave a goodbye.

"See you around" he hummed, adding a little wink before heading out of the room.

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About another hour had passed when Clover and Violet decided to check up in Diavolo again...

Clover: Lord Diavolo, how is the game going?

Diavolo: Good! I have 62 points so far.

Clover: WHAT

Violet: U-uhm... May I ask how you got to have so many...?

Diavolo: I asked Barbatos to let me touch his tail.

Clover: ... For all of the points?

Diavolo: Yes :)

Violet: ...

Diavolo: What is wrong? Is that not a good score?

Clover:

It is... But... We actually had made some rules that we didn't get to explain...

Diavolo: Oh! Which would be? :)

Violet: Uhm... For example, you are not allowed to squeeze the same tail twice in a row, and the target is not supposed to notice you...

Clover: Meaning... If you simply touched Barbatos' tail 31 times in a row with him knowing... You would have... No points yet...

Violet: ...

Clover: ...

Diavolo: :(

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Ironic enough, Diavolo had been taking a break in the staff room while texting.

Minutes later, Barbatos came in to bring him something to drink.

"Barbatos! You are not allowed to notice me anymore when I touch your tail. Apparently I did it wrong the whole time!"

"Of course, my lord" the butler answered, the slightest smirk glistening in his eyes.

Diavolo noticed immediately, pointing out how Barbatos looked way more relaxed than usual.

"Oh, do I?" Barbatos tilted his head. "Well, it certainly is a weight off my shoulders to have a crew to rely on. For most parts, at least."

He was heading for the exit already.

"And I am glad to see you are enjoying yourself, my lord" he smiled. "I will have to thank those girls for that..."

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Violet was working at the bar.

Lucifer had promised her to teach her some cocktail mixing, and there they were.

Turns out she was learning quickly, and the demon soon entrusted her with serving drinks to actual customers. Keeping an eye on her, Lucifer watched as Violet worked, also receiving help from Asmo.

... Which was impressive, by the way, because anyone could sense that Asmo had been sneaking some drinks here and there, and was getting a little... Tipsy.

It showed at one point, though. A customer came up, asking for a drink rather difficult to mix.

"I can do this!" Violet assured her friends and started mixing the juice.

But just as Violet was bending down to put some ice cubes into the drink...

They heard -- and Violet felt -- a slap that was audible even despite the quite loud music playing.

And everyone around them went quiet.

Blinking, Violet straightened her back again, turning to find Asmo behind her.

"Did. You just."

"Slap your ass? Fuck yes I did!"

"Asmo!!"

"Come on, you CAN'T expect me to NOT go for that booty when you're stretching it RIGHT into my FACE."

Lucifer next to them barged in. "But you can't just do th-"

"It was on INSTINCT" Asmo said.

"What do you mean, instinct?!" Violet asked, her face still in a slight blush.

"Oh my godddd, I'm the avatar of LUST, if I see a cute butt I just can't help it!"

"Asmo, that's not okay", Lucifer scolded. "You need to learn to control your sin."

"WHY?! Y'all have your quirks too, why am I not allowed to be myself?! That's so unfair, I always get shouted at! Like, Beel's also snacking our whole storeroom empty but THAT'S fine, huh?!"

Lucifer´s eyes widened. "He's doing WHAT?!"

"And Mammon is stealing money out of the guest's pockets, but NO, let's sue ASMO for giving a booty the appreciation it DESERVES!"

Lucifer looked like he was about to have a stroke. A growl crawled up his throat.

"MAMMOOOOOONNN...!!!"

And he was gone.

Asmo turned to pout somewhere, and Violet was left at the counter, still a little overwhelmed.

The customer slowly raised their hand.

"... Could I... Get my drink now...?"

[hanaridulsetcheese]

Fighter~ Yang Jeongin

You were busy getting ready for the MMA match you were going to watch today, it was a pretty chilly night so you wore your warmest hoodie and a pair of jeans with some boots.

When you were done, you waited for your friend to come and pick you up. To be honest, you weren't really that excited to go, fighting was not something that interested you, whether it was a professional one or two drunks fighting on the sidewalk, you always turned around and left.

You weren't really sure why you agreed to go, maybe it's because you needed a change in your life. You have always wanted to try something new in your life, maybe this was it.

A knock on the door had interrupted you from your thoughts, you opened it and revealed your friend standing on the other side.

When you two arrived at the venue, you were surprised to see that it was a dark alleyway. You turn to look at your friend, hoping to get some answers.

"You're not gonna kill me here, right? I always thought you would take me to the forest or something. " you joked.

You're friend just chuckled. "There's a secret entrance in the alleyway. "

"Why do they need a secret entrance? " you asked. "I thought MMA fights took place at an arena. "

"This is not technically an MMA match. " he said, you gestured for him to explain further. "Basically, the junior MMA fighters come here to blow off some steam, on each other..."

"So this is like illegal fights happening here? "

"Essentially, yes it is. " he confessed.

"Alright, take me home. " you buckle up your seatbelt.

"What no! Please stay, it will be fun I promise. "

You thought about it for a little while. What was the worst that could happen? You won't get arrested because you didn't do anything wrong, and this was the change you were looking for.

You sighed after some time and nodded. "I'll go in, but only this one time! "

"Perfect. "

You both walked to the entrance of the alleyway, scooting closer to your friend you looked at the walls of the alleyway, you could smell the drugs and alcohol that people would've had when they were here. You swore you saw a bloodstain on the wall as well.

As you approached the back of the alleyway, on the wall to the right was a giant steel door, unnoticeable to the people who walk past the alleyway, it was a good hiding place.

Your friend knocks on the door, using some sort of secret knock pattern, the door opened slightly, enough for someone to slip through. You both walked in and the smell of weed immediately hit you, you chocked as you covered your nose with your sleeve.

"That's pretty intense. " Your friend mimicked your actions. You looked around and saw a small man standing at the door, he probably opened it. He had many scars on his face and his bald head was oddly misshapen.

He didn't say a word to the both of you but pointed to the run-down elevator straight ahead. You two took the elevator down since it was the only button there.

When the elevator stopped, the sounds of cheers and screams could be heard, when the doors opened, you were met with a more sloppy version of a fighting arena.

The area could seat maybe around one hundred people maximum, the seats surrounded a boxing rink that was splattered with a red substance which looked disturbingly like bloodstains.

"Let's go find a good seat. " your friend pulled you towards the middle row, it had a clear view of the rink. You sat down and looked around the area.

Half the seats were already taken, people were screaming and cheering at nothing, there was no fighting going on yet, in the far corner you saw people taking bets which disgusted you because gambling was a stupid thing.

"Do you know whose fighting? " you asked your friend.

"Apparently it's this dude who has never been defeated yet, he's kind of a huge deal here, I think he goes by the name I.N.," he says.

"I.N? " you can't help but feel like you saw that name somewhere. "What does he look like? "

"No one knows, he wears a mask. People think the only reason he wears it is because he is too young to be fighting but he really wants too. "

"That's, interesting? " you say, unsure of this I.N person.

The lights dimmed and you knew the match was starting, for some reason you had the urge to use the toilet, it was too much to handle.

"Hey, do you know where the restrooms are? "

"This is an illegal institute, you think they'll have restrooms here? " your friend replied.

"I really need to go. " you said.

"Uh, check over there. " he pointed at a doorway at the back of the arena.

You nodded and rushed to the doorway, pushing you way past people. You walked down the hallway and tried looking for any signs of a bathroom.

You found a door further down the hallway and thought you found what you were looking for so you pushed the door opened, but instead you were met with a sight you thought you would never unsee.

Reader's POV

I pushed the door opened and immediately regret what I saw.

"What are you doing here?! " screamed the voice of my former best friend and my school's biggest nerd, Yang Jeongin.

"I was looking for the restroom- " my eyes trailed down his naked torso, I blushed when I realised he was only wearing black supreme boxers.

"My eyes are up here! " he said harshly.

"S-Sorry. " I apologized. My eyes landed on a gym bag on the floor. Red boxing gloves were poking out of it, it didn't take me that long to realise what I was seeing.

"Y-you're I.N!" I said looking at him in disbelief.

He sighed and looked at me with his sharp eyes.

"You're the first person to figure it out. " he said.

"But, you're like- you're bullied at school, but you're undefeated here- " I was unable to comprehend what was happening.

"Glad you noticed I am bullied, thanks for your help. " he glared at me.

"Im sorry. I was afraid that if I interfered, I would- "

"Get hurt yourself? Wow, people really only think about them themselvese chuckled sarcastically, putting on his pants.

"That's not true! I try and help people in need! "

"Then I ask, when I was being bullied, punched and kicked, assaulted, where were you? "

"I- I walked away. " I looked down at my shoes.

"Thought so. "

"But you can defend yourself! Why play the victim in school when come coming and do illegal fights?! Why are you blaming me when you can defend yourself?! "

"Why do I need to explain myself to you?! I don't owe you any eanaination. " he turned around.

Suddenly, my urge to use the toilet disappeared, but I was angry.

"What gives you the right to yell at me for not helping me you when you can protect yourself?! You made me feel guilty for years! " I walked up to him and made him face me, our faces were so close together, I could feel his breath of my lips.

"You should feel guilty! Leaving me for those so called 'popular' people! " he put air quotes around 'popular'.

"I was trying to be nice to them, it's not my fault you can't make friends! Just because no one wants to be friends with you doesn't mean they don't want to be friends with me! It's not my fault you were weak!" I yelled back at him, immediately regretting the words I let slip out.

Jeongin took a step back and looked at me with an expressionless face.

"Jeongin I didn't mean- "

"Save it. " he grabbed a black mask and put it on, "I don't need fake people like you in my life. "

He walked out if the room, I followed him trying to find the words to say but I couldn't think of anything. I really screwed up. He walked out into the arena and I stood at the doorway and watched him.

"Ladies and Gentleman! Here is the man we've been waiting for! The Undefeated I.N! " the commentator screamed, his voice blasting across the whole arena.

"Daring to challenge him is the newcomer goes by the name of Destruction Monster! "

Throughout the whole match, Jeongin didn't punch his opponent a single time, he just dodged all the punched and kicks that were thrown at him.

I had to admit I was impressed with him, he didn't do much to tire his opponent, his technique was more defence than offence. It was a smart technique.

Destruction Monster had enough of Jeongin playing around with him, he threw a fast punch at Jeongin which caught him off guard and hit him in his jaw.

I winced as Jeongin's lips started to bleed. He touches the blood on his lip and smirked at his opponent, who was busy celebrating rather than watching him.

Jeongin came from behind him and put him in a chock hole, instantly knocking him out.

"Destruction Monster has been hit with the chock hole, he is out like a light! I.N remains the champion! "

Screams erupted front the crowd and Jeongin walked out of the rink and straight to me, pulling if his mask in front of everyone. Everyone gasped as they watched him, I backed into the wall, getting more scared as he

"Not so weak now am I? " he pulled me towards him and placed his lips on mine.

I was shocked at the sudden action, but melted into the kiss. His lips were soft but sticky from the blood that was still on it. Between the intense kiss and the sounds of the crowd cheering, I think this was the change I needed in my life.