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[ct14o9]

i forget often that the batch are clone commandos and if they didn't have genetic enhancements they'd be wearing those big ass katarn helmets with the neon visors

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Can’t live without your love inside me now

Tags: sextherapist!Nanami x fem!reader, nocurse!au, taboo romance, heavy topics such as sexual assault, dead dove due to the power imbalance and heavy conversation, is this considered angst? idk

Synopsis: In which Kento Nanami is a sex therapist, and his client is a young neglected wife with an emotionally absent husband. He teaches you what love is really all about.

An: Just another warning that this fic deals with heavy themes. It’s honestly been so therapeutic for me to write due to my own history. If it’s not for you, I have plenty of other Nanami fics that are more lighthearted. For the anons in my requests asking for more Nanami, this is for you.

Part one. | Part two.

“With those things in mind, I’m interested in what has brought you into my office today.”

“I’m not sure… Sex just doesn’t appeal to me much anymore.”

Being a sex therapist, Kento Nanami has heard it all. He’s seen this same presenting problem again and again. He’s counseled young and older men with erectile dysfunction. He’s counseled persons of the LGBTQ+ community come to terms with their sexuality and how that relates to sex. He’s counseled so many people who come from purity culture and struggle with sex. He’s counseled couples who can’t seem to get it right in the bedroom. He’s counseled sexual assault survivors.

Kento Nanami prides himself on upholding the ethics of counseling. He keeps the code of ethics proudly sat upon his shelf. His goal as a therapist was to give everyone a safe space to divulge their most vulnerable inner thoughts to him.

Sex was too often treated as a taboo, offensive subject, which is why Nanami got into sex therapy in the first place. He wanted to change the stigma around it. Sex was a basic need for the majority of individuals, and many times, people have poor experiences with sex since it’s not normalized and hardly talked about.

“Okay, so is it fair to say you don’t often feel like you’re in the mood for sex?” he asked as he looked towards his client. A pretty young lady sat across from him on his couch. His “office” was in his home, finding that people often didn’t want to talk about sex in what they considered to be a “public” space like a therapist’s office.

“Yeah, I mean… I just...” your voice trailed off. You already felt like this might be a mistake. Your arms crossed over your chest as it felt like you were naked in front of your incredibly handsome counselor.

His office was nice, serene almost. He had different seating options and all kinds of fidget items around his office. He also had a plethora of books on a shelf behind his desk.

It seems he enjoys spending his time reading up about the art of sex. You can’t help but feel your face warm from thinking about him reading those sorts of things in his free time.

The walls were painted a nice soft blue grey color, and the office smelled like fresh linen from the aroma diffuser in the corner of the room. Several different houseplants were also scattered about. They all looked healthy, assuring you that Nanami paid attention to detail. He was responsible and consistent.

“Take your time,” Nanami assured you as he sat back in his chair. “The first visit is always the hardest. Don’t feel pressured to get down to the bottom of why you’re lacking a sexual drive. These things take time and trial and error.”

That was… almost reassuring. You took a deep breath as your fingers absentmindedly twirled a strand of hair behind your ear. The familiar ministration worked to calm your mind.

“I’m young, and I’m recently married. I have no kids. I feel like I should be… I don’t know— at my sexual prime or something.”

“What gave you that idea?” Nanami probed as he continued observing your small nervous habits. He found his lips trying to curl into a smile, but he kept his face meticulously trained as a look of interest.

“Well, girls talk, you know? My girlfriends talk about their lack of a sex life stemming from other obligations or from a lack of a connection…” you explained as you briefly looked up at Nanami. Each time his hazel eyes met yours, you had to look away immediately.

When you found his information online, you didn’t think he’d be this handsome. You just saw all of his credentials, and you had heard good things about him on different websites centered around “rating” therapists.

Of course, you had done some digging on him. There was no way in hell you were going to go to some strange man’s house to talk about sex. That sounded ridiculous.

“Do you compare yourself to these so called ‘girlfriends’ often?” Nanami asked calmly. His voice was even and smooth, allowing you feel even more safe to open up.

“I mean, no. They’re just all I have in terms of what’s normal for sex.”

“Okay, so let me make sure I understand this right. You lack a sexual drive. You feel guilty that you lack sexual drive because you believe you don’t have a good enough reason to not want sex on a regular basis, and you think that you’re not normal. Does that cover it?”

You winced a bit as it was all laid out on the table for you. Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to hide from how pathetic you sounded. You sheepishly nod in response.

“Y/n, open your eyes for me,” his voice spoke gently, coaxing you to slowly flutter your eyes open to look into his. Once he had your gaze, he went on, “These are all normal feelings to have. I can blab on and on to you about how our society is blatantly misogynistic when it comes to sex, but I’ll spare you the details since I’m sure you’re painfully aware. We’re going to figure this out together, alright?”

You took a deep breath, letting his words wash over you as a security blanket. It was nice to have someone to just talk about these things freely to. You felt a glimmer of hope shine through.

“Okay,” you said with a small nod, feeling more confident now.

“So, you mentioned earlier that you're recently married. Tell me a little bit about that."

You try not to have a physical reaction when Nanami brings up your husband. It was a topic that felt too raw.. too close to home. You’re supposed to be a dutiful wife, right? So, why would you feel that way when talking about your husband?

“Oh, uh… well,” you stammer, looking away from Nanami as you suddenly came up blank on your own marriage. “We got married about a year ago. Some say we’re still in the honeymoon phase, but…”

Nanami perks up a little in his chair. Some therapists take notes or record their sessions. Nanami doesn’t believe in it. He thinks it takes away from the moment. He’d much rather be present with his client rather than jotting down notes.

“But..?” he urges you to go on.

“But… I guess it just doesn’t feel that way.”

“What is your idea of the honeymoon phase? What does that look like to you?” Nanami asks, clasping his hands together in his lap as he relaxes into his chair.

You take a moment to process his question. What does the honeymoon phase look like?

“For me, it looks like the movies where couples do things for each other without being asked. They’re attuned to each other’s emotions, and they make a conscious effort to be sensitive to their partner’s feelings.” Your eyes meet Nanami’s once again, and you let out a deep breath. No one told you that counseling would be this mentally strenuous.

“Okay, what about in your current life? Do you feel like that’s how it is now?”

You nearly laugh from the question. You mentioned that sort of love being in movies because you’ve never seen it in real life. You’re nearly convinced that it doesn’t happen in real life, and anyone who claims to have that type of love must be lying.

“No, I feel like we’re both focused on our own lives… We just happen to also be in a marriage together.”

“That doesn’t seem like an active partnership,” Nanami responds as he searches your face thoughtfully. He can feel his heart ache for you. This is by far his least favorite presenting problem to work with because he can’t just tell you that you need to leave your husband. All he can do is inspire you to seek the changes you need. “What are you focused on in your own life right now, y/n?”

You feel the tension set in your shoulders and neck as soon as you hear that question. Just thinking about what all you have to do is enough to stress you out. “For starters, I work full-time. It’s a standard corporate job from eight to five, but it can be a lot.”

“That’s not easy, y/n. Just because that is what’s considered to be standard, doesn’t mean it’s easy. I’m sure that’s a lot on your plate.” His voice was low and calm. His presence felt so warm in the room; you feel like you’re finally able to open up a little.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I also take care of the house and our pets.”

“The housework… is that all your responsibility?” Nanami asks as his eyebrows knit together slightly. He feels like he’s already scratching the surface of why you don’t have any sex drive.

“Yeah. If I want him to do anything, I have to delegate the work to him. My husband always says to just tell him whenever I want something done, and I should be grateful that he’s willing to help—“

Nanami couldn’t help himself. He doesn’t like to interrupt clients often, but the more you talk about tour husband, the more he’s having to hold himself back. “That’s the bare minimum.”

You’re slightly taken aback, and you look away from Nanami. A part of you knows that he’s right, but… you didn’t want to bad mouth your husband. A large boulder of guilt settled into your stomach.

“Tell me what you’re feeling right now,” Nanami’s voice returns to that gentle tone. “That probably wasn’t appropriate for me to say. I apologize.” He knows he shouldn’t have said that, and he knows he has to appropriately handle this if he wants you to feel comfortable enough to open up again.

“I guess I just… It feels wrong talking negative about my husband to another man. It just feels different when I’m ranting with my girl friends.” You straighten your posture and take a deep breath. It feels good getting that out in the open.

Nanami slowly nods his head. He can see why you view that act as troublesome. “So, you’re feeling tense because of our opposing sexes? Tell me. Does your husband know where you are right now?”

“Well, yeah… He was honestly the one who told me I needed help since I don’t feel any sort of sex drive.”

Nanami’s teeth subtly clench together, but he keeps a stoic expression as best as he can. The thought of your husband claiming that there’s something wrong with you absolutely repulses Nanami.

“How does that make you feel?”

Your fingers twitch a bit as you look down to the ground. You should be honest with Nanami if you really want the help that you came here for.

“I guess it makes me feel like I’m not good enough for him. Every time we have sex I try to cater to him, but it just feels like it’s never enough. If he had it his way, we’d probably have sex everyday, but I just don’t have that kind of time, energy, or desire.”

Nanami feels his chest tighten while he listens to you. This is why he hated working with this presenting problem. This man is ruining your confidence and self-esteem, and your low sex drive is either completely natural or it’s because of him.

If Nanami could show you what it was like to be truly loved, he would. Then, you’d probably open your eyes and see that your husband is the one who isn’t good enough for you.

He shakes those thoughts out of his head. He knows he’s bound to a code of ethics. He can’t pursue you romantically or sexually. It’d be morally wrong.

“That’s heavy.” He nods, allowing silence for reflection. He then speaks up again after a pregnant pause, “Let’s break down what you said sentence by sentence, okay? First, you have said that you feel guilty and not good enough in terms of sex.”

You slowly nod, still avoiding eye contact with Nanami. Why didn’t anyone tell you that this would be so emotionally exhausting.

“Do you put a lot of pressure on yourself to perform?”

That question alone opened up the floodgates. Tears bit into your eyes, and you covered your face with your hands. “All the time,” your voice cracked, betraying how deep this affected you.

“Oh dear,” Nanami says softly. He grabs a box of tissues, and he hands them to you. “Sex is meant to feel natural and progressive. It’s understandable that you don’t feel any drive if you’re constantly pressuring yourself.”

You nod as you take the tissues, dabbing your eyes gently.

“I just,” you let out a deep shaky breath, trying to calm your nervous system. “It’s easier to just do it and get it over with rather than to hear him ask multiple times.”

Nanami clenches his jaw. His hand gently finds your shoulder, and he makes you look up at him. “Listen to me. If you take nothing else away from this entire session, take this. Asking multiple times even though the answer was clearly a no is coercion. Whenever he asks multiple times, he’s hoping that you get tired of telling him no and just give in.”

Your eyes meet Nanami’s, and your eyebrows furrow a little. Coercion? No.. no, that can’t be right. He’s your husband. He’s just asking to make sure you hadn’t changed your mind. He wouldn’t coerce you into anything you didn’t want to do…

You slightly pull away from Nanami. “I don’t think that’s right… He wouldn’t do something like that. He’s not abusive.”

Nanami leans back. He chides himself internally for going in too deep too quickly. He’s grateful that you’re giving him grace right now. You definitely could’ve just left the session after he blatantly told you that your husband was a conniving piece of shit.

He takes a deep breath. “I apologize. I must have it wrong,” he says as he regains his posture. He knows he needs to make you understand. “Would you like a cup of tea?”

“Oh—? Uh, no.. no I’m okay, thanks.”

“Are you sure? It’s good tea.” Nanami leans in slightly, not breaking eye contact with you.

“Yeah, I’m sure… I don’t really think I can stomach it..” you respond, confused as to why he was suddenly wanting to make you tea.

“Tea is good for digestion. It might help your stomach. You really don’t want any? I can make it quickly with an electric kettle I bought the other day.”

You slouch back a little, a frown covering your lips. “I mean.. I guess tea would be okay.”

Nanami then gives you a knowing look, and the realization hits you. “Did you actually want the tea, or were you just going to accept the tea because I kept pestering you?”

Goddammit. This therapist is good.

Taglist: @theuniversesnepobaby @airandyeah

[caxasy]

things sylus notices about his boyfriend (you!!)

sylus x male reader [finally!!!!!! i got u sylus lovers i hope this doesnt disappoint]

cw: slightly suggestive - i think sylus is such a sensual and sensitive person so…inevitably some of my writing for him in this turns sensual and sensitive, possible typos…publishing this right before i knock out sorry guys, sylus is extremely soft and kind and like a teenager in love in this one. i’ll review and correct any typos or errors for this when i wake up later okkkk baiiiii

— how you take off your clothes. okay hold on guys, this is NOT something naughty. sylus just loves watching the way you unravel before him, seeing how you take off your clothes actually tells him a lot about how your day went, plus it’s just something so intimate that you don’t even second guess yourself in doing. which is a concept that leaves him weak in the knees. you trust him so much to show yourself bare. he loves you so dearly for trusting him that much.

he watches you quietly from the bathroom, brushing his teeth as his eyes trail over your figure. your posture isn’t as straight as it usually is, feet dragging slightly against his floors and that was enough for sylus to know you’ve had a long day. when he spits out his toothpaste and wipes his mouth, you’re taking off all of your outside clothes.

the movement is slow, almost as if you’re too tired to even do it. you unbutton the first couple buttons on your dress shirt before just raising your hands behind you and grabbing the frabic on the back, roughly tugging it over your head. your hair becomes messy after that. you throw the shirt to the laundry basket before you’re tugging your pants off.

“my poor, handsome baby,” sylus coos, walking over and putting his robe on its hanger. he’s left in his boxers, matching your attire now. he’s lifts the comforter on the bed and beckons you over with the wave of his hand. “c’mere,”

you nearly collapse into his hold, your limp body weight on him as he continues praising you, “would my prince like a massage?” he pushes his finger into your side, tickling you and chuckling when he feels you slap his hand away, “or are you just in the mood to sleep, darling?”

“just want you,”

“tell me how you want me and i’m all yours,” he whispers comfortingly, running his warm hand up and down your back.

“like this,” you answer back, kissing his collarbone and getting comfortable under his chin.

he pivots the two of you to lay down rather than sit up, easily moving your body around as if you weighed nothing. you curl into his side and he doesn’t bother suppressing the smirk on his face as you do so.

“tomorrow, you’re not going to work,” he says after a few beats of silence, “allow me to be selfish and have the whole day to spend with you,”

“can’t just do that, sy, you know that’s not how it works,” his eyebrow quirks, red eyes already watching you as you sleepily peer up at him, “can’t call out of work just cause you want me to,”

“oh, no, i don’t want you to. i need you to. and you won’t be calling out of work, if it stresses you so much, i’ll personally speak to your boss and i’m sure i can work something out. i can be very persuassive,” he jokes with his dry humor, enjoying the way you roll your eyes at him. it’s adorable, really.

“threatening them and their family is not persuassion,” you correct weakly, but he’s no longer interested in debating.

“you spend the day with me tomorrow, m’kay? not for you, but for me. i miss you,” he says into your hair, kissing the top of your head, “okay?”

you sigh, pinching his nipple lightly before agreeing, “fine,”

“must you hurt me when i am pampering you and showing you nothing but love?” he winces, grabbing your hand in his to ensure you don’t try doing it again, “it is what makes you so cute, though,”

“shut up,”

“of course, my prince,”

— sylus notices how easily you put others before you. it’s something that oftentimes annoys him, he doesn’t quite understand how you are so lackadaisical when it comes to the power you have over others. not only are you dating, practically married to, an overbearingly powerful organization leader, you on your own are quite intimidating. but instead of utilizing that leverage, you smile and brush things off as if they aren’t a big deal. and it’s a really kind, noble trait of yours that you have, but sometimes sylus wishes you’d put people in their place.

it was a snide comment, quick, quiet snide comment that sylus wouldn’t have heard if not for his superhuman hearing. and the moment he heard it, his eyes were glaring at the person and his stance was broadened.

how dare they speak to you that way?

and just as he was about to charge head first in demanding this random give you respect, your palm is already resting against his chest and stopping him, “a kinder tone would do you some good, lacky,” is all you have to say to the man’s insult before walking away, dragging sylus with you.

the sight would be funny in any other context. an angry 6-foot-something man, glaring at someone, but being unable to do anything because his boyfriend is phyiscally dragging him away. a boyfriend he could easily overpower, but chooses not to since he’s so smitten with you. and at the end of the day you’re the only person he listens to. even if it does go against his own selfish desire to put pricks in their place.

“you don’t think my want to harm those who speak against you charming? because, darling, if you were to do the same for me i’d only fall deeper in love with you,” he speaks in that way that usually woos you, but seeing as the context is him basically asking you permission to murder someone, it’s not all that charismatic of him.

“no, not when they’re nothing but nobodies,” you kiss the tip of his nose, making the corners of his mouth quirk up. “their opinion and what they say of me doesn’t matter at all.”

“you’re right it doesn’t,” he admits, but then he purses his lips, “just remember; your wish is my command. you say the word and i will be at your beck and call,” he reminds you, trying to goad you into using this power you have. the only person in the world capable of turning him into nothing but an obediant guard dog and you don’t even consider using such power.

it’s heartwarming to know how kind you are. but sylus does look forward to the day he can properly put people in their place, at your command.

— how he loves seeing you in his clothing so much more than your own. no matter what your style is or fashion preferences are, sylus makes sure to have anything and everything you would want in his closet for you to use. the only thing he needs to make sure of is that he’s worn the article of clothing before. a subtle territorial way of him always being with you, a marker on you that you are not to be trifled with.

sylus is deep in your neck as he breathes in the mixture of your cologne and his. the shirt you were wearing, a tight black turtleneck had remnents of his signature scent, which almost clashed with yours. but sylus doesn’t mind that. he’s too busy kissing at your neck to truly care.

“what brought this out of you?“ you tease, tilting your head to give him better access as you finish getting ready. there was supposed to be a small, not-terribly serious meeting that you two were attending, but with how sylus has been nipping at your neck for the past twenty minutes, you wonder if the plans will be scrapped.

after all, sylus could command whoever he wants whenever he wants.

“you are so divine,” is all he says in response to your question, “and all mine,”

“a true poet, rhyming your smooth talking words together,” you joke, but the smile dies down when you feel his sharp canine graze your skin, “sy, please, i’m in no mood to put on three pounds of concealer if you get too rough.”

“then don’t, simply let them be there. leave them alone, they deserve their time to shine, no?” trying to sweet talk his way in you letting him continue marking you. but your resolve is strong as you force him away and walk towards the room of your door.

“am i leaving with or without my boyfriend, tell me,” you challenge, leaning on the door knob and waiting for him.

he practically glides over to you, putting his hand on your waist, “you wouldn’t leave me all on my lonesome,” he says as he shuts the door to your bedroom shut, “i was just giving you some extra love since you look so handsome in my clothes, darling,”

you look at your outfit, thinking that while it is simple, it definitely is all from sylus’ closet with how elegant it is.

“hm, i should really start wearing my own clothes or else people are going to think i just go through your lost and found,” sylus chuckles at your wording, kissing the top of your head as he grabs the car keys from the hanger.

“no, you look too good in my clothing. never wear your own from now on,” the demand is a joke, obviously, but sylus does think he could die happily if he saw you in nothing but his clothes from now on.

his oversized comfortably t-shirts, his pajama shorts, his hoodies, even his blazers and formal wear he bets you’d look stupidly cute in. you feel the grip on your flesh tighten ever so slightly, but don’t know the reason why. sylus imagining you in all of his clothing is what triggered that reaction, by the way.

— flustered you can sometimes get with his petnames for you. sylus prides himself in having what some would call a sharp tongue and quick witted humor. and it only fuels his ego when he sees how his words and terms of endearment get a reaction out of you. blush visible on your ears and cheeks, shifting in body language, how shy you can possibly get in front of him and his steady gaze. he just loves to see you be so receptive to him.

“doll, can you grab me the file on my nightstand please?” sylus asks, pushing his glasses up as he looks up from his desk to yours.

“ugh, you’re so annoying,” you complain, leaving the room and comnig back seconds later with a manilla folder in your fingertips, “next time, be more organized, sy,”

“but then who would i bother to help me? surely not another handsome boy,” he teases, grin growing in size as he sees you weakly glare at him in warning, “a handsome boy who looks even more appetizing when he’s angry,”

“appetizing? don’t describe me as that,” sylus drops the folder on his desk and grabs your wrist before you can walk away from him. without warning, he tugs you in to his frame, letting your body fall on top of his sitting one.

“you’re just such a pretty boy i want to take a bite of you,” his sharp teeth are displayed behind his boyish smirk, “let me taste you, my love,”

your expression is flustered, smacking his chest to let his hold of you loosen, “don’t make it sound like such an innuendo, sylus!”

“i mean every word i say, though,” he murmurs, leaning in to capture your lips in a soft, controlled kiss, “you turn me into a terrible insatiable man,” he kisses you again, smirk never fading. the warmth of your cheeks, showing to him your flustered without him even having to look, “make me feel like i’m starving without you near,” his hands grip your neck with more strength, keeping you right where he wants you, “won’t you have pity on a poor man such as myself and indulge me?”

“i’m already plenty indulging you,” you breathe out, eyes still shut as another kiss is brought to your lips. sylus only hums in response, too greedy in the feeling of you against him that he doesn’t even want to break away from the connection.

“i can’t help myself,” is the first thing he says when he pulls away from you, wiping your saliva-ridden bottom lip with his thumb, “my lover is so, so, sooo tempting. even the breaths you take are treasures to me,” his palm is warm against your cheek as he cups your face, “let me drown in you?”

you don’t respond, hoping that you aren’t as physically warm as you feel. sylus is such a sweet talker it’s unbelievable. and his sweet, exaggerated, but true words never fail to get your heart beating even faster as well as make the anticipation swell in your stomach and chest.

the night goes on with sylus calling you all names of endearment he’s ever used on you, praising you as if you were his savior and one salvation. which to him, you truly, but it seems as if you don’t share that sentiment yet. it’s fine, though, because sylus has the rest of your lives together as time to prove how deeply and raw he feels for you.

in due time, you will be able to understand the absolute devotion sylus has in regards to you.

[tsukii0002]

My demons' periods cycles. By Mc

Note: these are purely my headcanons at the moment, they are based on animal ethology and behaviours that I think would suit each character depending on their personality and Lore. I would love to read your headcanon in case you have them.

Warning: Long text. Possible grammatical errors. It's written as if Mc was writing for themself.

Hey, it me Mc, the best human. Here is a compilation of the behaviours of my demons during their periods, cycles, for practical day to day use. It wasn't easy but I sat them down and got to talk to them, with a little effort I now know what they need. So now I am ready to assist them during these complicated times and be prepared in case I find a dead goat on the porch as a tribute.

Lucifer, Mammon & Levi || Satan, Asmo, & Beel || Belphie, Barbatos & Diavolo || Simeon & Raphael

Satan

Light damages his eyes, and during his period he does not sleep at all.

During his cycle, the plaques that extend from his tail to his entire body become more pronounced and acquire a bioluminescent coating. As do its horns. Beware, they prick.

Some parts of his body grow feathers (I think this is a "side" effect of his birth). He aggressively plucks them out, help him not to hurt himself.

His teeth grow continuously, he has to be sanding them (biting things or his own tail). Other than that he doesn't groom much.

Satan doesn't have a fixed place to spend his heat, and although he likes to "nest" he doesn't know how to do it well, which frustrates him a lot. Help him, you already have experience (I think that's why he has chosen my room as his favourite place)

Depending on the weather he may make something more like a nest or a burrow.

Satan is terribly territorial, even with his siblings. He has had a run in with Cerberus from time to time. Please don't let that happen, the house won't hold.

Satan does not have a pre-heat period as such, but you can tell it is coming because he becomes more taciturn and solitary.

Raw meat is his main food, which is what he goes out to hunt very often because he needs a lot of it, but make sure he doesn't eat more than his capacity or it will make him sick. One way to do this is to feed him yourself (I think he thinks you have hunted for him if you do this).

Satan is the only one who haunts other demons and even souls of the condemned.

It is the only one that has fought other demons. Any living thing within 100 metres of him is encroaching on his territory, which is a problem because he moves so much for hunt.

Satan becomes non-verbal. But he does not use noises to communicate, only physical contact.

Growls and roars are reserved for threats and warnings (in other words, to communicate with everyone but you).

He likes physical contact, but is afraid to get close in case he hurts you (his tags and tail), you won't deny him comfort so be careful and that's it.

Satan produces pheromones, but does not usually mark.

His way of courting is to offer you resources, especially prey (he wants to prove he can feed you), it's not the first time he's brought you a live demon. Once he brought you a Little D, the poor thing kept shaking.

Satan's senses are heightened to the extreme. Many stimuli upset him and he has fits of rage. talk to him, so that he focuses his attention on your voice, that will calm him down. Lucifer's voice calms him down a lot too (but it's a secret)

All these changes (hormonal, behavioural…) are not good for his anger, the poor thing gets very angry without knowing why.

Satan's temperature is a reflection of his activity, when he is on the move it increases and when he stops it decreases.

During periods of low activity he curls up next to you, holding your hand (for fear of hurting you) with his pupils fully dilated, don't be fooled, he is fully alert and ready to attack.

Satan purrs? YES! It's the purr that most resembles a cat (that will make him happy, but don't tell him, the avatar of wrath has his pride).

Mc: *in their bedroom helping Satan* Here is ok?

Satan: *looking at them and nodding*

Mc: Making a nest is complicated… are you sure this is okay?

Satan: *standing next to them and rubbing his cheek with their cheek *

Mc: *smiling* Okay, let's go to the next part.

Satan: *grunting at a demon that's approached the house*

Mc: Satan!!! Satan stop!!!

Demon: *paralyzed with fear*

Mc: *hugging* Satan now, let him go, he's going, he's goi- agh!

Satan: !!!

Mc: *cut themself with his tail* It's okay, it's nothing.

Satan: *guilty look*

Mc: *taking him by the hand* Don't worry, this heals fast.

Satan: *nodding still guilty, squeezing their hand*

Demon: …. I thought I was dying!!!!

Satan: *purring as he presses his chin on Mc*

Mc: *talking to him to calm him down* And remember you don't have to go out every day, there's plenty of food here….

Satan: *purring more loudly*

Mc: But if you see my great uncle's soul, the one from the village, it's all yours.

Satan: *nodding with a smile*

Mc: *laughing* How trustworthy, you're awesome Satan.

Asmo

Although he spends most of his time awake, he needs to sleep.

He can be just as active during the day as he is at night (like arachnids).

For him to sleep, you have to be right next to him or he won't sleep.

Asmo needs to nest completely under cover, underground, but prefers the safety of his home to going outside. So he improvises a burrow in his room.

During his period the scales of his exoskeleton become shiny and velvety coated, as do his wings and horns.

Them take on a more striking fuchsia colour than usual. It will be one of the few times you will be able to see Asmo's tail with its sting.

He preens himself a lot, moistening its wings, polishing its scales... At first he is a little reluctant to be helped, but later he will be constantly asking for your help.

More than territorial, Asmo is possessive. He doesn't want you to leave his side, sometimes with his siblings too. If he smells a scent of someone else in his tribe, good luck to that individual.

Asmo doesn't have pre-heat, you'll just wake up one day with all your clothes gone and you'll know it's started.

Asmo's diet during its cycle is varied, although its consumption increases, ranging from fresh meat, fluids of all kinds, to poisonous substances such as flowers, mushrooms or other live animals. Be sure to allow some time to pass before he kisses or bites you.

If you get him a rare poisonous plant, he will be happy and content.

He can talk normally, but he will also make clicking sounds to indicate his mood.

Lots of pheromones, Asmo produces lots and lots of pheromones during his period, pheromones that he will use to mark his territory. Often his siblings can't be near him. You don't have that problem

Asmo is very needy to contact, hug him, give him kisses, caress his wings, his hair. He will be happy to let you.

And he will return the gesture, he will bite you too (always have your first aid kit handy). He will always try to be on top of you or for you to be on top of him.

Asmo's courtship consists of exsivating while performing a dance (like scorpions), this dance is complex and elaborate, and during it he releases a large amount of pheromones.

He gets very confused when you don't react to it, Asmo I'm sorry but I can't smell your pheromones, sometimes he even gets sad.

His senses are very developed, especially his sense of smell, which is more developed than any of his siblings. Make sure the flowers in his room are enchanted so that they don't emit odour and with perfumes and other fragranced products the same or he can get hurt.

Asmo's temperature will generally drop, but he will go through periods of very high fever (due to his sin) which will leave him tired.

During fever peaks he will become very active, and will devote most of his time to courting. To balance this out you will have to COURT him yourself, you'd better improve that dance.

Because of his temperature, he will spend most of his time hiding in the burrow, demanding your cuddles.

He purrs? , yes, in an adorable and soft way. It is easy to make him purr, with a simple praise.

Asmo: Kiss? *with Mc sitting on his lap*

Mc: Not yet Asmo.

Asmo: *with teary eyes* Don't you love me anymore?

Mc: *sighing* Asmo, my life, my heart, you just ate three nightshade roots.

Asmo: *almost crying* And?

Mc: I love you very much but I also want to live.

Asmo: My nose itches.

Mc: Wait a bit longer, I'm finishing enchanting the flowers.

Asmo: *sad * It would be less trouble to remove them…

Mc: But you like them, don't you?

Asmo: Mc..

Mc: *hugging him* I'm here to help you and to make you comfortable, if you like the flowers, the flowers stay.

Asmo: Love you so much!

Asmo: *dancing with a very high fever*

Mc: Asmo, you are so beautiful… you can rest now.

Asmo: *staring at them non-stop*

Mc: *blushing while standing up * You leave me no choice *starts dancing and grabs Asmo by the waist*

Asmo: ?! Are you courting me?! * excited*

Mc: *Grabbing him in their arms to take him to rest* Yup, it worked?.

Asmo: I'm all yours, Mc, from the beginning…

Beel

Light is not a problem for him, although he prefers darkness.

During his period, the exoskeleton hardens and plates of it appear all over his body, and his horns become iridescent.

In addition, its wings become ribbed in a pattern, which at first glance is very beautiful. The more complex the pattern, the more attractive it is. You always see his wings as beautiful, but you agree with him, Beel deserves it.

He does a lot of grooming, which is lovely to see, because Beel is a bit clumsy and needs constant help, he has been injured a few times and you don't want that to happen again.

There are some flies and other insects that lay their nests underground. In Beel's case he has a small gallery dug in the garden, which he uses for storage too.

Beel at the beginning of the cycle may be in the house, but as he progresses he will be in his gallery.

More than territorial, he becomes protective of you and his siblings (he once kidnapped Luke), so when he is in his gallery he feels bad, because his desire to protect them is crushed by his need to be hidden.

Beel has a very marked pre-heat, in which he accumulates large quantities of food in his small cave and his appetite doubles. All the inhabitants of the house join in at this time to cook.

In contrast, during his period of heat his activity is reduced and his appetite decreases, this does not mean that he does not eat, he eats more often but in much smaller quantities and from storage (food that does not spoil).

He will insist on feeding you constantly, prepare indigestion medicine, you will need it.

Beel becomes totally non-verbal, be prepared to become an interpreter, he communicates with grunts, clicks and buzzes his wings.

Lots of buzzing, it's not the first time you've been hit by his wings, with the different buzzes he makes all sorts of claims and they have a high communicative range, you'll just need some time to figure it out.

His pheromones are strong, and he will mark, although he does it unconsciously.

As I said, he likes to have his family around him, but when he can't, anxiety takes over, vibration and physical contact calms him down. The easiest thing to do is to lay him on your chest and talk to him while stroking his hair or wings.

Beel's courtship is complex, first he feels the need to prove he can be a good provider, so he will constantly enlarge and improve his gallery.

And then there is the display of his wings, patterning and rhythmic, synchronised movements and buzzes to impress you.

He sleeps more than usual, will want you to sleep in his arms, and usually does so perched on one of his walls, hopefully you won't develop vertigo….

His senses are not as sharp as those of his siblings, but he becomes much more agile and has much better reflexes.

Beel's temperature increases, due to the continuous movement of his wings (insects produce a lot of heat when flying), but when he is at rest he tends to cool down.

Beel's purr is a mixture of a buzz and a vibration, he will purr when he is calm and content.

Beel was a little worried about how you might react because many humans detest insects. Be sure to praise his wings and other attributes, because this demon is adorable.

Mc: So this is your lair?

Beel: Yes… I decided to keep it from period to period to not destroy the garden…

Mc: I think it's very practical!!! It must be very cool in summer.

Beel: Do you really think so?

Mc: Yes, and cosy too, you're an artist Beel.

Beel: *smiling as he blushes*

Beel: *grunts*

Mc: Beel I can't take anymore…

Beel: *holding out a piece of fruit to them* *buzz*

Mc: Really Beel, I'm going to explode…

Beel: !! *hugging them*

Mc: It's a figure of speech… but can you eat my share… please.

Mc: *sleeping hugging Beel in one of the corners of his gallery*

Beel: *caressing them with his cheek*

Mc: It's all right Beel?

Beel: *crackling with worry*

Mc: Don't worry... Lucifer is with them… and the others will take care of Lucifer for you.

Beel: …*cradling them adoringly*

Mc: And I'll take care of you, so rest…

.

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If you have made it this far thanks you 🩷

[16ferrari]

DOUBLE TROUBLE | LN4

୨୧‎ lando Norris x fem!reader

୨୧‎ summary: lando knows how to push your limits.

୨୧‎ warnings: jealousy, tension, kinda (small kinda) sub!lando, switch!reader, public sexual activity. edited but probably some missed errors

୨୧ a/n; I haven’t written anything in so long, so I’m sorry if this is shit. I’m trying to get back into writing

Lando knew you were possessive about certain things that were yours, and him, well he was the prime example of that. And he fucking loved that.

He knew the correct way to get under your skin and push those buttons. He knew the correct way to use your possessiveness to get you act crazy enough to get exactly what he wanted from you.

Attention and focus on him

He grabbed the closest girl that was near him and pulled her into him. He touched every inch of her, but kept his hands at a safe distance from where she clearly wanted him the most. He kept his gaze on you from across the bar. A stupid smirk laid on his lips as he saw just how red you’d gotten even from the quite distance you both shared.

He moved his hands down her back, touching her hot and sweaty skins. He cringed at the feel, but continued to play the game. She turned around and placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled him in closer, so close he could smell the strong scent of alcohol and cigarettes.

“Wanna get out of here” her voice was practically a moan as she tried to lean forward and bite his neck. He pushed her away once he saw you stand up straight from the bar. He chuckled and walked away from the dance floor, making a beeline to you.

“What’s wrong love?. you look a bit flushed” he placed the back of his hand against your forehead feeling just how warm you’d gotten. “You’re very warm, you feeling sick” he teasingly asked, ordering a drink from the bar.

“I hate you” you muttered under your breath, body relaxing after seeing the girl who was still waiting for him to return to her, walk away after she saw him return to you.

“She wanted to fuck you, you know right’’ you took the shot he’d ordered and drank it.

“Of course i knew, wanted to see you break into pieces before you got to where you are now’’

You rolled your eyes at him. “Oh, honey. You’re in huge trouble” he sucked in a deep breath. his face turning more redder than it was before. You ran your fingers up and down his leg, chuckling when you saw his chest start heaving fast.

“You know I hate when you do shit like this lando” you nibbled on his ear, hand disappearing underneath his white dress shirt he wore. He shuddered as he felt your hand trail down his abs.

“Oh, Fuck, I’m sorry” he groaned. His hand grabbing onto your back, pulling you more into him. “Can we leave now” he begged, pants becoming so uncomfortablely tight he wanted them off him.

You laughed and pulled away from him, placing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Nope, you’re gonna feel my suffering honey.’’ You left him at the bar by himself, walking into the crowd of people and grabbed the nearest guy. You turned around and backed into him, dancing to the beat. You let him rub his dirty and disgusting hands all over your body.

Lando felt his heart beat speed up with anticipation and desperation. You continued dancing with the unknown, swinging your hips everywhere and even unbuttoned his shirt so you could feel his abs.

You danced for what felt like forever, until you felt a hand pulling you away from the crowd in a rush.

“we’re leaving’’ you smiled behind his back as he led you outside. His voice was heavy and breathy.

“What’s wrong, did something happen that you didn’t like’’ you jokingly pouted at him, “poor you”

He looked around before he pushed you into the dark alley. Before anything could fall from your lips, he pushed you up against the wall. Lips crashing onto yours roughly.

He pushed your dress up your thigh as he wrapped your leg around his waist. He broke the kiss to place kisses down your jaw to your neck. You moaned throwing your head back against the brick wall as you felt his teeth sink into your neck.

“m’ so sorry” his hand disappeared underneath your dress. Fingertips messing with the black panties you wore. “Do you forgive me, love”

“Debating on whether I should- fuck” you felt him push aside your panties, “what you pulled tonight” he rubbed light circles on your clit.

“Will never happen again, I’m sorry” he spoke against your lips. Biting onto them, causing you to whine in pain. “will you do that again” you laughed, firmly grabbing onto his hair while pushing him down to his knees.

“Baby, of course not. But you bought this onto yourself, now-“ you threw your leg over his shoulder, and tugged up your dress even more as he could settle between your legs.

“You will make it up to me, right” you softly ceased his face.

“Yes ma’am”

[brain4stew]

HI so uhh this is gonna be a really short one probably but i really liked the puppeteer reader you made a while back and i was wondering if you could write about the survivors and killers accidentally knocking them over, watching them flail around and not getting back up at all and they're just.. struggling to get back up and they just end up kinda tripping themself over and flailing again everytime they get close to standing up, maybe even accidentally flinging themself all over the place

i dunno, the thought of them flailing when knocked over was funny to me

but please take your time!! don't feel obligated to do all of them if you're not feeling up to it!!! have a great day!!

((also im kinda freaking out if i accidentally asked this twice there was some kinda error with submitting this))

OMG YOU AMAZING SOUL.

The amount of times I could not get up in SWEH because of the stupid bricks and all that, getting flung left and right, knocked down left and right, and could barely even get on my feet LMAO.

It also reminds me of how people spin their avatars in shiftlock, to try and get up faster, but ends up flipping themselves a lot before standing up!

I’ll see what I can do with this request of yours anon!

The post anon is talking about is this one.

(Reminder that the characters might be ooc as I do not know their exact personalities and actions and all that!)

Survivors and killers reacting to “puppeteer” reader getting knocked over by them, and can’t get up.

Chance. 🪙

This guy… This gambler…

He was probably flipping his coin, and accidentally bumped into you. He was confused of course.

Before he saw you flailing on the ground, trying to get back up again. He thought you’d get up on your own as you usually did, but… No.

You were still on the ground, flailing around and trying to get up. At one point you became stiff as some board, and spun around a while, before flipping yourself on accident, causing more flailing and so on.

…The laughter he couldn’t hold in is hilarious. He’s laughing, full on tears in his eyes, as he watches you and laughs at your unfortunate self…

He does feel guilty for accidentally knocking you over but… This is gold…

Elliot. 🍕

This poor guy… He was just making pizza, while you were watching…

When he went to get something, and accidentally knocked you over!

He panicked of course, seeing as you fell to the floor and was flailing around, trying to get back up again.

He watched and watched, waiting to see if you actually need help.

When you became stiff as a board, and were spinning around, he couldn’t help but think of when he spun the pizza dough like that before.

Until you accidentally fling yourself, and start flailing again…

…Oh my days… He’s trying so hard not to laugh, but… Oh…

007n7. 🍔

He was just checking his C00lgui, before the gui accidentally whacked him, causing him to bump into you on accident.

Safe to say that he was panicking, watching you flail around, trying to get back up again…

He was about to crouch down and help you up, before you went stiff as a board, spinning around, before accidentally flinging yourself.

…Oh the panic he has as he sees you flail around yet again… He thinks that it was his C00lgui’s fault, and wanted to apologise to you, but…

You just won’t stop flailing and flinging yourself!

Guest 1337. 🪖

He was just training as usual… Training to get used to different attacks from killers, before he accidentally bumped into you.

He paused his training, immediately glancing over at you, as he watches you fall and flail pn the ground.

He was about to help you, but you went stiff and spun around on the floor, before flinging yourself on accident.

He’s… Shocked to say the least… How did you manage that…?

He continues to watch you flail, stiffen, and fling yourself… Before he actually laughs a bit. He finds it a bit amusing, even in this realm…

Builderman. 🔨

You know him… Tinkering away with his projects and all that…

When he was reaching for his wrench, he accidentally whacked you in the face.

He was shocked of course, and immediately turned to check on you, before pausing as he sees you… Well…

Flailing on the floor, trying to stand up. When you go stiff, he panics, before blinking in confusion and shock, as you suddenly spin, before getting flung.

He’s… Confused… But it brought a small smile on his face when you did the same and same over again…

Shedletsky. 🍗

He probably wouldn’t see you, he’s busy… Munching on fried chicken…

So when he accidentally bumps into you, he doesn’t notice for a good moment, before he sees you get flung.

He almost dropped his bucket of fried chicken, and the chicken leg he was eating.

He also almost chocked on the said fried chickens when you flailed, spun, and got flung on basically repeat.

He finds it hilarious.

Twotime. 🗡️

This they/them creature is so stupid I hate them. /hj

They accidentally knocked you over when they were practicing their stealth + dagger trick.

They practically zoomed past you, and accidentally bumped into you on accident.

They stiffened up at that of course, and turned almost immediately, almost falling over themselves.

Before they still as they see you, on the floor, flailing, stilling then spinning, before flinging yourself.

They’re so confused by what’s happening that they don’t know what to do. Should they help? Should they ask the spawn? Should they pray to the spawn?? WHAT SHOULD THEY DO??

But upon seeing you flail, stiffen and spin, then getting flung on repeat, they smile a small genuine smile. Shaking as they try not to laugh.

Noob. 🥫 (pls pretend the can is bloxy cola.)

They’re naturally jumpy, so when you appeared behind them, they accidentally threw one of their bloxy colas at you.

When they noticed what they did, they scrambled and repeatedly said sorry.

They watched as you flailed, stilled, spun, and got flung on repeat.

They were worried of course! Before… They laughed. A soft small laugh. They found it funny, how you couldn’t exactly get back up again.

It reminded them of how Guest 666 would act when they couldn’t stand up sometimes, when they got knocked down.

Dusekkar. 💨

This pumpkin man, was just casting magic, to see how long he can hold the magic, and all that.

Before it went out of control for a few seconds.

A zap hit you. Causing you to fall over.

He was apologetic and worried. Are you alright? Did you get hurt? WILL you be alright?

He sees you on the ground, flailing around, stiffening, before spinning, and then accidentally flinging yourself. Before it happens again, again and again…

He stifles a laugh, before helping you, by using his magic. But you’re just, flailing and spinning then…

…Oh boy…

Taph. 💥

OH THIS POOR GUY…

They were just checking on their tripwire’s wires, and their subspace tripmine.

Before one of them suddenly exploded, blinding the both of you.

He stumbled back in shock and surprise, accidentally bumping into you, and knocking you over.

When they get their vision back, they glance at you, or where they thought you’d be, before glancing down.

He’s panicking, signing, asking if you’re okay.

You’re just there, just… Flailing, stiffening up, spinning before flinging yourself on accident.

They stare blankly at you for a few moments, before they start shaking, putting their hands over their mouth, stifling their laughter.

1x1x1x1 (1x4). ⚔️

This being of hatred wouldn’t exactly notice you at all. They’re more focused on trying to figure out how to kill the survivors, without much struggle, and quickly.

So when she was killing one of her minions, she kicked it away out of frustration. The said minion hit you, and made you fall over.

He’s surprised you were behind the minion. He watches you from where he’s stood, watching as you flail around and stiffen up a moment. It reminds him of the survivors… Before you spin and get flung that is.

She’s shocked, moving out of the way whenever you get flung towards their direction.

…Maybe this’ll be a decent way of dodging training for them… It’s unexpected to where you get flung to anyway.

He does laugh though at your unfortunate self.

John Doe. 1️⃣0️⃣1️⃣1️⃣1️⃣0️⃣

He’s forgetful in general, what’d you expect from him at this point…?

He accidentally knocks you over with that spike arm of his.

So when he sees you flailing around on the floor, stilling before spinning, then flinging yourself on accident…

He just tilts his head in confusion and slight amusement, as he watches you.

He isn’t helping though.

Jason. 🔪

He doesn’t notice if he accidentally knocked you over. His mother would have to tell him.

So when he does accidentally knocks you over when going to his room, to check up on his mother. His mother tells him that he accidentally knocked you over.

He of course stands still for a moment, before turning and looking at you, watching you flail around, stiffen, spin, then accidentally fling yourself on repeat.

He watches for a while, not knowing what to do, before his mother laughs, and tells him to help you up.

He does, helping you up, not knowing why his mother laughed. But, if she’s happy, he’s happy.

C00lkidd, Pr33typrincess, Bluudud, Mafioso. 🔥

C00lkidd was running from the others, as they were playing tag. (- Mafioso, he’s babysitting them atp).

C00lkidd accidentally ran into you, causing you to fall over.

Every one of them paused what they were doing, and watched you. Hell, even Mafioso’s goons paused what they were doing, just to watch you.

You were flailing around on the ground, stiffening then spinning, before flipping yourself on accident. And repeating the process.

Bluudud was laughing, and so was Mafioso’s goons, hell, even Mafioso himself laughed.

Pr33typrincess was a bit worried, before she also laughed a bit, trying to keep up her Princess like attitude, by covering her mouth with a hand.

C00lkidd was tilting his head in confusion at you, before he also laughs himself.

After a while, Mafioso told some of his goons to help you. Which they did, but you were still flailing around a bit, which made it even worse for everyone, as they were laughing more.

Noli. 👾

…This meme guy doesn’t take anything serious at this point. Maybe when he’s chasing survivors in rounds, yeah, or not… But still, you get the gist.

So when he accidentally knocked you over, and watched you flail for a bit, before stiffening up and spinning, he instantly knew what was up. It happened to him and 007n7 before, so he already started laughing.

But when you accidentally flipped and flung yourself? And repeated the things? Oh boy, the distorted loud laughs he lets out is awful…

He watches for far too long, that the Spectre didn’t even bother to put him into his scheduled killer time.

He helped you of course… But not after recording you of course… 😇

Azure. 🪻

They wouldn’t notice exactly, unless their tendrils get unexpected kicks/hits/wind.

So when they do accidentally knock you over, they don’t notice. But when you’re flailing around, they notice, as their tendrils react to the feeling of something, or someone hitting/kicking their tendrils, and unexpected wind.

They turn and glance down at you, watching you flail, stiffen, spin then flip yourself and fling yourself on accident.

They’re shocked, but they laugh after a few seconds, a genuine laugh ever since what their partner did to them.

They watch as you repeat it for a while, before they help you, by using their tendrils to help you up.

You’re still flailing and struggling to stand, but they help you. Although… They’re still shaking from laughter, and looking away from you to not full on laugh again.

Guest 666. 👹

They would also not notice entirely, due to their height…

So when they accidentally knock you down, and hear a distorted laugh, coming from none other than Noli. They glance to Noli in confusion, tilting their head, before following his eye of sight.

That’s when they see you, on the floor, flailing, stiffening, spinning, flipping and accidentally flinging yourself.

They’re shocked and confused, but a low rumble of a laugh escapes them, as they watch.

Before they decide to help you. Grabbing you with their claws, or their tail, and helping you up to your feet.

You’re still flailing around and struggling to stand properly, but they help you, laughing still.

(A/N: if I forgot a tag, remind me, because I can’t tell if I got all of them or not with HOW MANY TAGS THERE ARE. LIKE HOLY?!)

[couch-potato28]

Imagine being a Blue Lock manager! ⚽

PROLOGUE

(a/n: Hey everybody! First time writing here, so please 🙏 excuse my poor looking posts and grammatical errors /let me know if u see any!!/ English is not my first language so pls take that into account O.O tyy ❤️)

WARNING!-there's i think one swear word

wc: 2.8 k words im sry really, like i yap a lot 😭

ALSO: please let me know if you're interested in the continuation

Imagine that in addition to your logical thinking, communicational skills and physical performance, Blue Lock also tests your mental health, because if you excel in these 4 areas, you might be worthy to become a manager of one of their players. However, competing with 199 other girls who are going through the same ordeal, let's admit, doesn't really calm your nerves. But how did you even end up in Blue Lock in the first place?

—————— Saturday morning, sitting in the corner of a nearby coffee shop, with your books open, laptop fully charged, your phone on silent mode with of course, a cup of caffeine on the side, you are ready to conquer those history notes.

You had already started to memorize everything the previous week, so today was really about practicing, and revising. After cracking your back, and sipping some coffee, you began reading the first few lines on your laptop, occasionally peeking at the highlighted parts of your book in case you got stuck.

Time passed quickly, and when you looked at the clock on your phone screen, it turned out that you had been repeating ridiculously difficult names, dates, places and events which were described in an awful lot of detail for exactly 1 hour and 32 minutes. Seeing that, you decided to take a well-deserved break, which actually just consisted of texting, and watching funny cat videos.

Closing your laptop and books, you gave yourself half an hour to rest, so that time wouldn't double leading to you procrastinating and forgetting everything you'd just revised. Reaching for your phone and turning off the silent mode, you started reading the few messages that had come in during your study session. Most of them were sent from your best friend, briefly stating that she had fallen asleep and will probably have stay up all night to cramp whatever material she can get into her head, hoping that she somehow manages to pass on Monday.

Told ya to set an alarm >:( Well, you should have accepted my offer to study together HAHAHA good luck btw :D

You wrote in response, feeling kinda sorry for her before going straight to your emails after seeing a notification, where you found a recently received message with a strange title.

“BLUE LOCK INVITATION”

What the hell is Blue Lock? And why did you get an invitation? Your initial thought was that it’s a scam, and were trying to delete the email if your stupid finger hadn’t slipped, making it press and open the email. Great, now your eyes were glued to the screen, trying to read whatever was on the message.

“Dear L/N Y/N!

We are honored to invite you to the Blue Lock Manager Training Program, where you will be granted the chance to work with one of our future star football players. We hope you will consider the offer because this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you are interested, please come to the following address and time.

Any further questions will be answered on-site!

Blue Lock Assistant and Health Manager,

Anri Teieri”

Um, what the fuck. Yeah, doesn’t sound sketchy at aaall…as you read the letter over and over again, trying to make sense of it, not understanding how they even knew about your existence in the first place and more importantly…how did they get your email address? Although that wasn’t the point, it piqued your interest. You had so many questions yet you could only get answers on the spot.

“Smart tactic.”-you said, before browsing the internet to find something about this Blue Lock project. About 20 minutes later though, you leaned back into your chair and sighed in defeat as there was not a single thing about Blue Lock at all. The only thing you had was this quite fancy looking email.

Finishing the rest of your coffee, you began to think about the offer and whether or not to go. Your current job wasn’t good neither was the payment, which is why you recently had to take on a second job. But from what you read about the program, if you were to actually work with a soon to be star football player, the pay would probably be high. Plus, how hard can it be to manage a person, right?

After thoroughly thinking about the offer, you decided to give it a chance. Finishing the rest of your work, you came home and talked to your parents somehow persuading them to agree. Later that day you also informed your best friend as well. The weekend passed as you successfully finished your history exam on Monday and then you headed straight to the so-called Blue Lock building, the very next day. ——————

That's how you ended up in your current situation. On your first day there, they led you to a big hall with a bunch of people. To be specific, young girls around your age. Looking around for a bit, you realized that there were a lot of girls indeed, but no boys in sight. Finding it a bit strange, but shrugging it off, you turned around to face a huge stage, where moments later a pink-haired woman appeared, whose name you assumed and now know is Anri, introduced herself and greeted you from a big podium with a mic in her hand.

Finishing the brief intro she then continued with a very thorough and detailed speech, revealing that if you agreed to the conditions of the program, you would technically be locked up in the building for the next 3 months and would participate in intensive training, where you potentially could be eliminated for poor results.

“There goes my money…”-you thought, since you never really cared about football in your life nor did you know anything about it. Which in retrospect, you should have done or researched a bit before coming here since you applied to be a football player's manager after all.

“Well, it doesn't matter now anyway.”-you told yourself for some comfort. After Anri had finished her monologue, she instructed everyone that:

“If you agree and ready to take on the challenge then please go through this door!”-pointing with her microphone at a huge dark blue door that was slowly opening.

Hesitating a bit, you thought about all the possible things that could go wrong, but after a not-so-long train of thoughts you managed to convince yourself. Also that little push by a girl running towards the doors sealed the deal for you as you slowly started to walk towards the unknown.

“I mean, what can I lose, right? My sanity is gone already and even if I get eliminated, I'm just going to go back to my normal life again”-you whispered, and with a small grin you officially entered Blue Lock.

——————

To your surprise, the facility was quite clean and not to mention huge since most likely somewhere on the other side of the building, boys were kicking balls and running laps. Following the others, you arrived in what you assumed was a large waiting room with multiple TV screens on the walls. After managing to squish yourself through the crowd, a sudden voice spoke from the speakers and an egg-headed guy with a strangely perfect bowl cut appeared on the screens, introducing himself.

“Hello, diamond grinders! My name is Jinpachi Ego, the coach of the players in Blue Lock, and the overall boss of the facility. I guess you already know why you’re here so I won’t bother with that anymore. First, let’s start with a quick count, which is...currently 200 people.”-he said as you looked around with wide eyes. The fact is, there were indeed many people besides you, but you didn't think such a large amount of them would participate.

'Pfft, no worries…'-you encouraged yourself, realizing that you’d probably get kicked out on the second day, if not today. You looked up to the screens again, and bowl cut continued.

“Out of these 200 people, the best performers will be given the best athletes to work with. But! You have to know what you’re doing. From now on, every minute of your time will be spent, from morning to night according to a routine and the underperformers will be eliminated. Understand?”

You nodded unconsciously, following those around you. This was serious and there was no turning back now. Even so looking at that man’s gaze as he spoke somehow made you shiver a little.

'What have I gotten myself into?'-the question suddenly popped into your head, making you doubt for a moment, if you being here was truly a good decision, but Ego's voice immediately made you get back on track.

“Great. Let’s start with a quick summary then. First, you will be divided into 20 teams, 10 people each. This division was based on your current abilities, but they can change over time while you’re here. Each week, the levels to pass are going rise and be harder, and those who can't pass will automatically fail and get eliminated."-he said leaning back into his chair.-"Next, is the routine which the assistant will tell you about in detail later. The goal here in Blue Lock besides creating football players, is to produce ideal managers who have the perfect skills and attitude to fit with them, and to maintain their level, helping them until the end of their careers.”-he suddenly raised his index finger and the screens showed what looked like an animation of whatever he was about to say.-"This includes, one: Strategic and logical thinking, two: A healthy and fit body and three: The highest levels of media and communication! If you perform well in these three main areas, then a job and the experience of a lifetime are guaranteed! Don't disappoint me! Now lock off and goodbye for now!”

With that, the egg-headed man finished his speech, disappearing from the screens and Anri, with a microphone in her hand, started to divide everyone up, while handing out papers with our new weekly routine printed on it. Seems like you have been assigned to group number 10. That's not bad, but were your abilities really worth as much to be a team 10 member? So far you have only (tried) to manage your own life and your current football knowledge was equal to zero. But there was no time left for further thoughts, because after receiving the uniform you had to immediately start on the first task according to your assigned routine for the day.

—————— Okay. This was harder than you thought. Wiping off the sweat from your forehead, you started running your seventh lap around the damn track again.

"I’m gonna pass out.”-you muttered under your breath, as your newly made friend, you’d just met a few days ago appeared next to you.

“Same, I'm too tired to be running around in the morning!”-she replied, and after a few seconds the sound of a whistle was heard, signaling the end of the first part of the warm-up. Well, today was going to be long again.

Your new routine consisted of starting your mornings at exactly 7 am with physical exercises and then, you had a quick breakfast. After that you had to start on some brain work tasks for the day, followed by communication class and lunch. A 15 minute break later, media and IT started and before finishing the day with a small workout again, were language lessons waiting for you. Yes. You also had to learn languages.

Unfortunately not just one, not two or three, but four fucking languages in which you had to reach a basic level. At least the variety was good, since now you knew how to say hello in French, German, Italian and Spanish. (multilingual queen slay) And then based on those you could decide which one you wanted to work on more and reach at least an intermediate level. If that was not enough, the knowledge of English was also mandatory, but at an advanced level. Also for every other day there were talks, activities and tasks about basic football for those with the lack of knowledge to at least have a grasp on the topic. So there you were, in full uniform everyday for the last two months, suffering through training.

It almost hurts to admit, but on some days you started to miss your simple, slightly boring school life. Thinking back to your friends and parents who you hadn't talked with in a while, to those boring classes and your warm bed. Training was hard since other than having to excel at the 3 fields, worrying that you could get eliminated at any moment, if you lacked behind was stressing you out even more than you already were. On top of that, seeing that some of the girls were kicked out of the building was saddening, yet it worked like a charm to make you work even harder to survive till the end.

Sure, it’s not like it wasn’t good here since you arrived. Luckily, you quickly adapted to the new environment, getting used to the shared bathrooms, roommates, the extreme routines and plans you had to follow and the surprisingly good canteen food. But the lack of 'fresh air'of the bustling Tokyo, the crowded places, the subways and the fact you could sleep in on the weekends certainly made a void in your heart. The mountains were a beautiful view, but you started to get bored of them after a while.

That's how you usually spent the rest of your days with. Time also flew a lot quicker with your new friends who you suffered with together until they finally announced the end of the program, ordering everyone to gather in the waiting room. Everybody arrived on time and just a few minutes later bowl cut finally appeared on the screens again. —————— “Yo, diamond grinders! Congrats on surviving till now. Looking at your data and statuses, I'm pretty much satisfied with everyone. Well, it doesn't matter now, since the results are already decided.”-Ego said in a voice that lacked emotions yet again. Still the boredom and lack of sleep were evident on his face, noticing his eye bags and the empty cups of ramen in the background that he didn't even bother to clean up. He coughed a little before continuing.-“After analyzing every single one of you on each field, I have decided on which player to assign you, based on these factors and scores. Let's start now, shall we?"-he asked and a little icon of the first girl who was about to be assigned, appeared on the TV screens, showing her name and the team she belonged to.-"First of all, congratulations to Aiko Hashimoto…”-he said a girl's name that felt unfamiliar to you, and then went on with, what you assumed was the player's jersey number and the name of who she would be managing from now on. Meanwhile on the big screens the footballer's little icon made an appearance as well next to Aiko's.

Ego soon continued with announcing the girls by their rank and time seemed to slow down the moment he started speaking again. After a while, at least 20 minutes have passed, yet your name was nowhere to be heard. Even your closest friend was now assigned to some boy, while you were still waiting for your turn. 'Did you do that well? Maybe they just forgot to kick you out.'-you assumed after another 5 minutes passed. Listening to Ego as he was still announcing names, you glanced around at the remaining girls who seemed confident while standing, not hearing their names yet. They seemed certain that they were getting one of the top players you thought, while you, yourself were still unsure who you would end up with. Before any more thoughts could occupy your mind, the sound of a familiar name hit your ears.

“Next up is L/N Y/N.”-you heard from the speakers and finally your little icon also turned up on the screens. Oh my gosh, it’s you! Wait who was before you again? What numbered player are we even at now?!

Blinking twice, you looked up to the main screen, staring at the miniature doddle of you, while Ego was about to say the lucky guy's name you were going to work with. A sudden rush of excitement and worry began to overwhelm you, anxiously waiting to hear the fruit of your 3 months of suffering. Sure, you did do well in all areas required and even gained some knowledge about football in general, but was it enough? Every girl here did their best, trying equally hard, afraid of missing the opportunity of a lifetime and getting kicked out of the facility.

You gulped ready to hear whatever and whoever was waiting for you on the other side of Blue Lock. Ego’s voice rang through the waiting room as he said the following:

“Congratulations L/N Y/N! Based on your results, you've earned your place in Blue Lock as the manager of player number…”

(Oh my gosh, this was a long one, hope you guys enjoyed it ^^; i wasn't sure about this story since it's my first one, so pls let me know if you are interested in a continuation and tell me, who you think will get u as their manager? (★‿★) tyy

[graciescott27]

Aristotle’s Got Nothing on Me! - Tabito Karasu

Tabito Karasu x AFAB!Academic Rival!Reader

I love caw caw bitch sm - I know I did his accent wrong

cw: language, suggestive at some parts possibly, Otoya, Karasu’s a loser

kinda possibly some of my worst writing recently but that’s ok

wc: 1k

Tabito Karasu’s resolve to do anything was cracking and he couldn’t figure out why. Otoya insisted that he knew, but he refused to tell Karasu. He just kept saying that it’d be a “bad omen” if he didn’t “learn for himself”, whatever the hell that meant. What Otoya did insist on telling him was how hot that “one chick in his class” was. Every single day without fail Otoya would bring up your appearance. Yeah, Tabito Karasu didn’t need any reminders of that.

Unfortunately, your personality was far more rotten than your looks. You were argumentative, obnoxious, way too determined, and way too smart for your own good. All objectively hot traits in his mind, of course, but coming from you it was… unflattering. All of your perfectionism and sass was directed towards him solely because of how competitive you two were. Both of you had silently decided at some point that you had to beat each other academically no matter what. Every time you got a 99 on a test, he assured you that he’d get a 100 on the next one. Every time you had to give a classmate notes on their essay, you would correct every possible error you could find in his.

He was walking with Otoya and Yukimiya to soccer practice when he spotted you talking to your friend by your locker. Recently, he had found that his eyes followed you whenever you two were in the same room. That was unusual. You were whispering about something, a distressed look on your face. What were you so worried about?

Karasu nearly tripped over his own feet as he continued to stare at you long after he had passed you. Yukimiya and Otoya were on either side of him, exchanging unimpressed looks every so often.

“Karasu. Dude,” Otoya raised a brow. “Did you hear anything I said?”

“Uh, yeah,” Karasu rolled his eyes, his head snapping back towards his stupid best friend. “Ya were talkin’ about Fight Club. Ya never shut up about that damn movie.”

“Fuck you, it’s sick,” Otoya scoffed.

Yukimiya huffed out a laugh. “Nineties movies aside, Karasu, why are you staring at that poor girl like a creep?”

“Oh, yeah, you don’t know about his girlfriend yet,” Otoya nodded.

“Not my goddamn girlfriend,” Karasu grumbled, scoffing. He had never thought much about it before. He didn’t think about love or crushes very frequently, admittedly. He had dated a few girls, sure, but all of them were either friends with one of Otoya’s girlfriends or they asked him out first. The idea of actually dating you, however, interested him more than he cared to admit.

“You’re still into her, though,” Otoya insisted, his expression still as relaxed as ever.

“Yer inta Megan Fox,” Karasu retorted. “Doesn’t mean yer gonna date Megan Fox.”

“Yeah, obviously not. But if Megan Fox wanted to date me, hell yeah I would date Megan Fox.”

Yukimiya raised a brow, trying (and failing) not to laugh. “So a random girl at our school is Megan Fox, and Karasu would date her if she was into him? But under no other circumstances?”

“Basically.”

“Makes a lot of sense, thank you, Eita,” Yukimiya nodded sarcastically.

“Okay, I wouldn’t date ‘er under any circumstances ’cause she thinks I’m a dick,” Karasu rolled his eyes. He glanced back at you once they turned the corner. Someone new had walked over to you since they had passed. He was tall, pale, had baby blue hair, and-

You were friends with Hiori Yo. Fucking hell. Yeah, he officially could never get with you. There was no chance you would ever be into him now. Who knew the kind of shit Hiori was telling you about him? Hiori hated him more than you did. He had tried to be nice to the guy, he really had, but he was still such a bitch towards him. If Hiori was your friend and you mentioned Karasu to him, he might end up dead.

After a month, the Hiori incident started to matter less and less. Karasu had finally started to talk to you about something other than grades. Whatever Hiori had told you clearly wasn’t too bad. You could still stand to look at him.

You walked up to his desk after school ended, trying to catch him before he left for soccer practice. He was packing up his bag when you cleared your throat, and his head snapped up to look at you. His signature smirk came across his face as he locked eyes with you.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you smiled awkwardly in response. “You going on that museum field trip for history?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I was plannin’ on it.”

“Cool,” You said, relaxing a bit finally. “I’m going, too, so. See you there?”

“I’ll definitely see ya there, don’t worry.”

He was actually not planning on going on the field trip. It sounded like fun, sure, but it definitely interfered with his schedule a bit too much. He was for sure going now, though. He could probably convince Otoya and Yukimiya to tag along, too.

Karasu hadn’t left your side since arriving at the museum. You kept dragging him around exhibits, ranting to him about everything you knew about each display. You were a total dork. That much was obvious. He loved it.

You passed by a set of samurai armor, grinning up at him as you continued walking. “How many samurai do you think there were in Japan?”

“Probably not very many, right?” he guessed. He wore his usual smirk as he glanced down at you every so often. “That was feudal times, so there were probably…two million people in Japan? I’d say twenty thousand.”

“Closer to four hundred thousand,” you correct, smiling. “There were way more than people think. Most people say it was about five to ten percent of Japan’s whole population. They were their own social class, actually.”

God, he could have listened to you talk for hours. And he did. Karasu spent the entire day following you around the museum like an eager-eyes puppy following its owner. Otoya passed by them a few times, grinning at Karasu every time. Karasu would just roll his eyes at him.

That bastard didn’t need to know that you had kissed him.

[xxcherrydevilxx]

Liquid Courage

Pairing & Fandom: Female Lavellan x Solas -Dragon Age Word count: 3,238 Warnings - slight lewd descriptions, otherwise pretty fluffy Summary

Solas keeps denying poor Lavellan's advances after settling into Skyhold, and she is getting a bit tired of it. A night drinking then stumbling into his sad little corner might be the push she needs to finally stop dancing around the question and just ask it, and also admit to herself that she is hopelessly in love despite trying not to be.

Author Notes: More brainrot on my lavellan, just reposting this to my Tumblr so the terminal illness can be seen by everyone everywhere for all time. Not fully proofread, several errors here and there but tada! Banner used below is by CafeKitsune!

“It's sad, he makes me sad when I look at him,” Lumine Lavellan grumbled beside Varric. He snorted as he continued to write down words in a letter, shaking his head lightly at Lumine’s glum expression. They had just settled into Skyhold and he was getting together some notes for his companions in Kirkwall. The casual “No I didn’t die,” and “Yes I’m staying with the Inquisition for a bit longer,” 

“That's curiosity, Charmer,” Varric replied with another swish of his quill against parchment and a flourish of gathering ink to begin yet another letter.

“No- well, perhaps, back at Haven…” She mumbles to herself. She was still half-slouched half-stood at the table beside her dwarf companion. He inclined his head to her, continuing to listen to her chatter. The background noise of Lumine was becoming his favorite sound in Skyhold. 

“But when he led us here, told me things about our people, I really started to wonder… he's alone, yet still so wise? How? Who taught him? What more does he know that he does not share and why-” she heaved a dramatic sigh, making his stack of papers flutter slightly but not become disarray. “-why he never joins us at the tavern, am I bad company, Varric? I think everyone pretty much likes me, I know he enjoys me when we discuss trivial things here and there- yet he never takes up my invitation for a drink?”

Varric pressed a hand to the back of his neck and let out another laugh at the poor young elf’s questions. He had to tell Hawke about this, it reminded him of her, in a strange way.

“Yes, Charmer, you are horrible company—that's why half of Skyhold follows your every flippant whim. " She shoved her shoulder into his playfully, making his quill slip and the letter he had almost finished being swallowed by ink with no intent. He pushed her back jokingly as he stood to fix her mess. 

Really. She was just Hawke but in a different coat of paint. Perhaps more charming too, less prone to fighting as well. 

“I'm gonna try again Varric, maybe he’ll play Wicked Grace with us and I will be able to make him let down that icy guard of his,” She began, with new reckless stubbornness. Nobody ever said no to her, especially not the men. Varric had purposefully watched when she charmed Curly, the sight was something to behold. The poor boy, a stuttering mess, and a devilish elf just smiling at him. Then there was The Iron Bull, those two took fast to flirting with one another on the battlefield. Some of the things so salacious he had noted to write it down in his next book, Maker, it felt as if those two were trying to win a battle or something with the sly comments they gave one another. 

“Yeah, yeah, you can woo Chuckles after you help me clean up your mess. " Somehow, when Varric uttered those words, the spilled ink and ruined parchment suddenly disappeared and were replaced with fresh and clean versions of both. Huh. Noted.

“I appreciate your invitation, but I must decline once again. I am… studying some things,” Solas rejected her yet again, which made her lean against one of the walls that he had yet to paint. Why was he so stubborn? She knew he liked her—or well, he did. They flirted well enough at Haven. What's so different with Skyhold? 

“Oh? Like what! Tell me about it, I like hearing about your studies and things,” she quipped, trying to keep him talking for as long as she could. She knew once he stopped they both would recede into different spaces. She would head to the tavern, drink ale and flirt with Bull for fun, cheat at cards with Varric, and be unabashedly herself for a few short hours before she had to be “inquisitor” again. 

It reminded her of when she was shuffled between clans to become the First to clan Lavellen, oh how she had to fold into herself there too. Do not run off, do not explore, pay attention, do not speak with humans, your magic is unchecked, blah blah blah. 

Perhaps that's why she desperately wanted for Solas to join her, to see her outside of her inquisitor persona and the real her. He had caught glimpses, she was not as subtle with her personality, never was as her Keeper would confirm. Her flippant attitude to certain problems, her joy in parties and victories, her defiance against the idea that mages were “unsafe”. That still wasn’t enough, she wanted him to know her and in turn, her know him. He was interesting, he reminded her of a Keeper she would actually follow, a Keeper who was actually wise. She found herself seeking his guidance, relishing in their talks, and learning far more than ever before… And perhaps when he spoke of how fascinating it would be to see her dominated it sent shivers down her spine and made her begin thinking about the sage elf differently. 

“I could not keep the inquisitor away from her companions, the work would bore you either way,”  He evaded smoothly, making a turn to look over a book that was sprawled on his desk. She pushed herself off the wall and walked forward, craning her head over his shoulder to peer at the text- ugh, she didn’t understand a lick of it from her quick glance. Yet she did enjoy seeing the spooked expression on Solas’s face as he stepped away. 

“Inquisitor, I assure you its-”

“Lumine, call me Lumine,” She beamed, swaying her hips slightly as she watched him squirm under her gaze. He leaned against his desk, inching farther away as she stood in front of him, blocking an easy escape. Yet, he did not make to push past her, how curious.

“...Inquisitor Lumine, please, do not worry about me, I enjoy my time here,” he spoke curtly, and she scoffed, stepping back and walking towards the door. Perhaps that was a bit mean, well, more so than mean. He had just gotten under her skin so terribly bad. 

“Right, of course, If the ale doesn’t make me pass out I shall find you again, Solas,” She called over her shoulder, she gave him a toothy grin as she did. She wasn’t someone who gave up on others, especially one that looked so… alone in that rotunda he called his own. Also, she never gave up on someone who didn’t trip at her feet. 

Perhaps he had divulged himself too much with his simple flirting and long looks. The strange, yet charming elf, Lavellen, had sunk her teeth into him and refused to let go despite his constant backwalking on past discussions. He thought after a few days of his somber and humble ploy she would saunter off to find another man to set her sights on. For a short while, he thought he was succeeding, until her incessant pestering about catching a drink or playing cards. He was amused by her, flattered even- despite wishing not to be and had not harshly rejected her. He enjoyed her confident walk into the rotunda, the pout after a soft refusal, and her walking away to lick her wounds. 

Yes, he enjoyed the game. He enjoyed seeing her eyes light thinking she might have won, then smoldering the flame with another shake of his head. How he enjoyed watching her new ideas and antics, her walk away with a pang of hunger.

Yet he shouldn’t, which is why he keeps denying her advances to the best of his abilities. He had something much more serious to do than devour Lavellan because of his foolish desire. He needed to stop watching the sway of her hips and the way she licked her lips when she ate honeyed treats. He had fleeting thoughts of how they would taste if instead, he licked them clean. How she would tremble and gasp against him-

Right. Focus. He could not be that man. She would find someone else, there were plenty of them lining up that she only bolstered with her teasing. Which is why, when she stumbled into the rotunda long past when the moon had risen, her skin flushed pink and her hair a mess, well- he just had to make sure she was okay, of course. Yes. it was important to confirm the inquisitor did not drink too much. He was just doing the humble apostate mage thing of leading her by the arm over to his couch and helping her lay down. 

The ale flowed plentifully, she had tipped her drink back to nothing so many times during the night that Josephine would most definitely need to place new orders for more drinks. How she stumbled up Skyhold’s steps and into the rotunda where her favorite elf would be is nothing short of a miracle. Perhaps she was Andraste’s chosen, for that's the only fathomable reason she didn’t fall on her face when she ascended the first step.

She must say though, seeing the bewildered look of a man deep in thought, the man she desired, who all but pushed aside his work to stride to her side and take her by the arm. 

“Inquisitor-” he began. His voice was rough from not using it for several hours. How she loved the sound, it would sound better if he called her name instead, though.

“Lumine” she slurred to correct him. Hoping to win hearing the syllables slip off his tongue with that gruff and tired voice of his.

“Lumine,” she won. Lovely, the sound struck her heart true and she leaned into him. Smelling the scent of ink, paper, and elfroot on his clothes. She let herself be led by him, perhaps because it gave her more of an excuse to practically nuzzle her way into his chest and then was laid down on the couch that sat in the otherwise sparse space. Her ale-addled mind had several pleasing thoughts of how this would continue, his walking away was not one of them. 

She sputtered to call after him, trying to lean up but the whooshing sound of blood in her ears and the spinning of the already very round room made her fall back down.

Oh, rotunda, round, of course. Did she truly only drink ale tonight?

“I’ll acquire you some water, Lumine,” Hearing her name again on his tongue, without that stupid title, made her relax back onto the sofa with a content sigh. Fine, so be it, let him grab her some water.

She dozed as she waited, her eyes closing and opening languidly as she took in the veilfire that lit the space. She found her eyes wandering in wonder at the paintings he had done in their time here. Perhaps she could ask him to give her lessons, another way to get more time with him and slip past his defenses. She heard the door click close and soon, there he was. She should make stopping by his room drunk a habit if it meant he doted on her. 

“Why, thank you my dear apostate.” She said, her voice intoxicatingly sweet. He sat the water beside her as he smoothed the hair off her brow. 

Yes, this shall become a habit of hers. 

“It's the least I can do Lumine… How much did you drink exactly?” he asked, his hand slowly sliding away and into his lap where he folded them together- so composed. 

“Cups!” she beamed, her voice echoing off the walls and up to wake some of the sleeping crows. He gave her a wry smile and sucked in a sharp breath. 

“Why, yes Lumine, cups,” He joked back to her. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, she saw his sharp canine and felt a sudden flip of her stomach. Was it the drink or the butterflies? Both? Something else?

“Wolfish,” She whispered. She grinned up at the shock that wove across his face. Yes, she was great at this teasing thing even when drunk. At least she knew she still had that effect on him, she was worried truth be told. 

“Wolfish and tricky,” she continued. Elated to see the way he shook his head with a bemused expression. She agreed with both her declarations, only now finding the right words to place what he reminded her of. She probably wouldn’t remember it in the morning, how sad she had finally placed the big mystery and she wouldn’t even remember. Perhaps she should write a note down for herself to remember. 

“I hope those are compliments, inquisitor,” she groaned at the usage of her stupid title once again. Throwing her arm over her eyes as she pursed her lips, hadn’t they worked past that?

“Please, I beg you, just call me my name, every blasted person in here calls me inquisitor,” she whined, her annoyances at these past few months bubbling up from their hiding place. Maker, she was so tired of it all, how much longer would she have to play yet another act of who the people around her supposed she was? When could she abandon the titles for her own name?

“I am not inquisitor, I am not the First, and I am not a knife-eared mage, I am Lumine Lavellen- witty and charming and whatever other positive words I cannot think of at this moment.” She declared. Yet again making his eyes crinkle and a smile tug at his lips. A shudder of a laugh shook his body as she pouted. Did he find this funny? How rude, she was dead serious. 

“Do not laugh, I forbid it, you are a tricky man to get to do anything, did you know? I have been poking and prodding you to come out of that shell of yours,” She babbled on, her train of thought leaving the first thought and jumping to the next as she did. The liquid courage flowing through her veins only allowed her to speak more directly to the apostate sitting beside her. 

“You- you do make your intentions noted,” He chuckled, looking away from her as his grip on his folded hands tightened. He was as taut as a bow, why? What had him on the defense so terribly as if he would leap away? 

“Well, that's good, I thought my charm had dulled since Haven,” She grumbled, making a move to grab the water and almost tipping the cup over. He practically leaped at the ability to help her, holding the cup for her as she sipped from it. Still, his eyes still seemed to betray his composure. A storm seemed to brew inside of them, and it made her choke on the water that slipped past her lips. 

“That's quite impossible, Lumine, you’ve charmed all of the inquisition and half of the Hinterlands, I am no fool to your guile,” He said, his voice low and still carrying edges of roughness from little use during the night. Yet again, her stomach flipped and she felt her skin heat from her face to the tip of her ears. 

“Yet you deny my charm, is there- did I misread?” she rushed out, leaning on her elbows and tipping her head closer to him. He tipped back as if getting too close to her could hurt him. Yet she waited, out of spite or fear or something else… She waited to hear his answer.

And that answer took a long time to form, as his eyes flicked back and forth between her and the door. 

“You… You did not misread, I just- well, I think… I do not want to distract you from your duties,” He had finally spoken after he gathered his thoughts. She snorted, duties? Can’t he see that's what she wants him to be? A distraction, something to remind her she was still her underneath the heavy weight of saving the world. 

She didn’t let her mind wander to the much more dangerous underlying factor that she, in fact, had a crush. It was sickening and she had never gotten one like this before, and well- she liked it, she liked feeling something other than the mounting pressure and the fear of failure.

“You silly man…” She had uttered, which only made him shoot her a confused stare. She grabbed hold of his wrist, running her fingers over the fabric that covered it before dipping it under the sleeve to feel the pulse there. It pounded beneath the pad of her finger, and she pressed down just slightly to see if he would pull away. He didn’t.

“You do not… distract me from my duties, you give me.. A breath of air before I am pulled back under by them,” She began, her finger still rubbing the cool and soft skin of his wrist as she spoke. “If it weren’t for you, Solas, I do not… I cannot see myself coming out of this as well as I have.” She finished, not intending to be so honest about her feelings- about her fears. His other hand softly came up to trace the bones underneath her wrist, before tugging it away from under his sleeve. 

She feared he would leave it at that, ignore her silly confession and her soft touches, and say “good night, inquisitor” in that annoying closed-off voice of his that she dreaded. The most beautiful thing occurred instead, for he intertwined his fingers with hers and held her hand. She felt her heart soar as she let out a soft gasp. 

The world could end now for all she cared, at this moment she was breathtakingly and maddeningly in love with a man for simply holding her hand. Such a simple act, and yet it broke her. 

“I fear for what would happen if we indulged in this, I fear for how it would… look,” He said softly, rubbing his thumb across the back of her hand. She forgot how to breathe, she was sure of it. 

“I do not want to make anything… difficult, I do not want to hinder our plans.” She sighed at his touch, feeling her body relax. She was lovesick, horrible, especially for her. The elf inquisitor who boasts about her flirtations, in love, gods…

“You could never be a hindrance, and if anyone were to say a thing I might just throw them off the highest point in Skyhold,” she spoke back softly, her eyelids drooping as she met his gaze. Longing pooled there, and love so true it made her heart stutter. Then, he smiled and pulled her hand to his lips to give the softest of kisses as she felt herself lull into sleep. His words were the last thing she heard, his face the last thing she saw before sleep overtook her. 

“Duly noted Lumine, I will keep your words close to heart… though, please do not throw anyone off any balconies for me, understood?” He said, a soft laugh permeating through his comment. She smiled in her sleep as she felt him again reach to smooth her hair. “No promises..” She mumbled, leaning into his touch that she wondered how she lived without for so long. Never again… She had declared to herself. Never again would she go without him, without this, without love like this.

[dangermorph]

Flashbacks.

'' What had happened to the builder bot and its "children"? ''

'' Went on a rampage, all three of them apparently. We lost many that day. ''

!!TW/CW!!: Violence, swear words, blood, screaming, panicky-stuff, gunshots.

This is NOT Canon!

This is a fun and silly thing I wanted to write and draw for angst purposes!! Has nothing to do with the main story!!

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Could automatons dream? Apparently Electron could. Their mind spun and swirled with colors and corrupted files, pieces and chunks of them slowly being recovered every time she charged. Earlier that day they and their wonderful Proton had found a sketchbook!! According to Neutron, that's what the almost completely destroyed book was called. They looked through every page and tried tracing some in the dust. An "artist", huh? SOUNDS COOL!!

The swirls of colors slowly formed into a reality for the young-minded automaton. Formed from files.

Oh. Another memory.

Alarms blaring, oh so loud. System errors flashed in their eyes, yelling and footsteps and gunshots—? Why— what was going on? Was she awake? Was she still sleeping—?? Protons yellow and golden worried eyes fixated on Electrons teal ones, his gaze darting around every second. "Electron, come on. We need to go— now." They spoke in a panicked and desperate tone, his clawed hands firmly grasped around Electrons arm, tugging her up quickly.

"Wh— what's going on—?" She asked, looking around and wobbling slightly on her legs. Stupid metal.

"Renna* Fission. We don't have much time to explain— we just need to get out—"

*Renna is a genderneutral term for "Mama" or "Papa".

Proton quickly pulled Electron along in quick steps, ducking behind boxes of scrap metal they had originally been bringing to Fission for them to melt and recycle into better things. Fission— Proton had mentioned their name. Were they the reason behind the loud ringing and flashing red lights? They weren't directly near a Reactor, thankfully. Maybe she and Proton could go to Gamma and maybe he would explain everything— or— fix Fission— something like that. Hopefully. Proton and Electron continued running until a body hit the wall in front of them, a sickening crack escaping along with a thud.

Electron and Proton froze. What..? A human? Staff? Were they okay—? A tall figure with mechanical wings quickly stepped forward, grabbing onto the human like they weighed nothing and.. Proton covered Electrons eyes, but sensors smelled smoke and heard screaming.

".. Renna—?" He spoke up after the screaming had ended, hiis small voice was barely heard over the loud blaring of alarms. Fission whipped their head around, eyes widening. Silence fell over the three, the only sound being the alarms and footsteps. They looked so angry and sad, their usual bright and caring eyes now dark with cold. Blood dripped from their metal. Electron took a step closer to Proton, practically hiding behind him. No no no no no—

System errors flashed in their eyes, a burning sensation quickly following. Pain. So much pain shot through the poor youngling, going through every wire and sensor like a spiderweb of chaos. She staggered, leaning against her brother-figure for support. He immediately wrapped his metal arms around them, holding them up from the ground and close. The pain finally subsided and the tension was so thick that you could cut it with a dull blade.

"Fission, what is going on—" He asked, his voice trembling slightly. They had trusted the bigger bot with their lives. The two had helped them with everything— carrying boxes of scrap metal, helping them with building and getting them to take breaks. Hell, Electron even went to the staff (despite Protons effort to keep her as far away from the humans as possible) to get them to give Fission a break. A break. Is that what the core reason for all of this was? Were they just a time-bomb, waiting to snap—? Had Electron and Proton done something wrong? She tried her best to be the nice and optimistic one, she tried. Why didn't it work, everything was going so well—

"Fission.." Proton repeated, his voice now a whisper filled with desperation and fear and.. betrayal. Fission took a step forward and the two took a step away. Was Fission going to hurt them—??

".. I... I have no words." Fission's smooth and usually calming voice was void of any positivity. They looked so tired—.. "Darlings, do one last thing for Renna okay—?" They kneeled down, their wings lowering to the ground. Electron nodded, but Proton looked hesitant. So much fear for the wrong being.. They weren't supposed to be afraid of their parent.

"Run. Run and never look back. Live your lives, go to fields and use your solar panels to charge— please just leave and never ever come back. Please." What was a field? What were they talking about? Escape? What would the staff think? Electron didn't know what to do, her mind was a mess— like an un-sorted box of metals, so she just nodded. Digital tears formed and fell from her eyes down their screen head and disappeared. The older ones eyes were full of love and regret and sorrow. Why—..

"How..—" Proton asked, his voice still quiet and trembling. "How do we leave this place without turning into scrap metal— you said it yourself. We have no power in this—"

"And that's EXACTLY why I hate every human. They've just been using us because they think we don't have emotions programmed into us, thoughts and feelings and opinions. They just point and order and we're supposed to do it for them." Fission snarled out, cutting the orange bot off. The two flinched away at the display of resentment. Yet... no no no— they cared— humans cared for them— right—? It's why Electron and Proton were "alive"— they owe their creators everything. Aren't they just paying off the debt to them with labour..?

"... I... understand." Proton said after a while— wait— what—?? Electron turned their head around to stare at her brother with confusion and panic. Was he going to hurt everyone too? No, he couldn't, the metal covering their endoskeleton was too weak to really survive anything as intense as that. More burning filled her sensors before falling dormant for now. "That's all I need. Protect yourself and your sister at all costs. I love you two, but you need to leave now." Fission rose to their feet quickly, their strong metal arms quickly grabbing Electron and Proton and carrying them and taking them somewhere. Their grip on them wasn't rough, thankfully they were still sane enough right now to be caring. Electron looked over at Proton, his usual bright and gently caring eyes dull and filled with understanding and regret. She wanted to take all of it away, all of the bad. "Just don't look around.." He mumbled to her, gently holding her hand in a way to offer comfort. They nodded and closed their eyes, yelling quickly following before ending with a slam and a crack. Fission continued forward.

Time seemed to blur as Electron just kept her eyes closed. She tried humming a soft tune to calm herself down, a thing she found people doing. Protons grip on their hand tightened only slightly, tensing here and there. The bigger bots movements fell to a stop and she finally opened her eyes, her gaze flicking around. A.. vent? A thing they've cleaned daily? Why—

One of Fissions wings rose up, the hand on it grabbing onto the metal sheet and tearing it away effortlessly. "Up." The simple command seemed so surreal, but Electron obeyed. As usual. She climbed up into the vent with the help of both their parent and brother, looking back and stretching an arm out to help Proton up and in.

"This leads to the East Reactor. You've been there before, it's where Gamma is along with others. Escape to there and find a way out after. They'll keep you hidden and safe." Fission explained once both bots were in the vent. Their eyes softened at the sight of their fear and confusion, and Electron swore on her short life that the bot in front of them was the same on they knew and loved. Even if staff said after that their programming was completely trashed or broken, that was THEIR Fission. Footsteps, many, approached and the builder bot whirled around, the metal tentacle-like-things [[no idea what to call them BAHAHA]] raising slightly.

"RUN." Their desperate plea worked for Proton but Electron stayed, the sight of humans looking angry and scared making her worried for Fission. Proton pulled at their wrist but she stayed put. "Fission—?" They finally spoke up, her voice trembling and filled with guilt and fear and confusion.

The automaton looked back, smiling sadly. "I'll look for you. I promise. One day. But for now, run." They turned back to the staff which were surrounding Fission at a distance, and the smaller bot reached out, desperate for just more answers.

"Fission— no no nO — FISSION PLEASE— RENNA, RENNA DON'T LEAVE US PLEASE— FISSION— PLEASE—!" Electrons desperate screams escaped their voice box before she could control it, tears streaming down their pixilated face. Humans. They hurt Fission so much that they forced their own children away... how could they..—

Proton continued pulling Electron on, his expression neutral but shooken. The two climbed through the vents for hours. She was lost. Both in her mind and in this maze. Why. They couldn't figure out why the humans would do this. Didn't they care—? Why wouldn't they—? Couldn't they tell that Fission and Proton and her have emotions, had their own thoughts and felt their own pain? Couldn't they understand—? Were all humans like that? The burning sensation came back with even more errors flashing in their eyes, warning that files may be lost and destroyed. She was used to that kind of pain at this point.

.. Fuck them all. Fuck all of the humans, the staff. They didn't matter. They probably didn't even care about them—

The thought alone made Electron pause before they shook their head. Proton looked back in the cramped area, the glow from his screen lighting up the metal walls. "Everything... not worse?" They asked, concern swirling in their yellow eyes. She fell silent, the usual joy and energy seemingly just sucked out of them.

Electron nodded. "Not worse. Just a thought that spooked me..—" She mumbled, looking away slightly. The two continued on..

Electron woke up with a jolt, system errors flashing but all different this time. Where— where were they—? Where was Fission— why was everything so dark and destroyed and—

Clawed hands clasped around their face and her eyes were met with static. "You're in the storage room. With me, Proton, and Neutron. Neutron is our guardian. I am your brother." Protons gentle yet firm voice grounded the panicking bot and she nodded, tears forming. He sighed softly before pulling them close in an embrace. Electron sobbed, trying to from sentences but their voice box and mind just didn't seem to cooperate. Their mind spiraled into the abyss of thoughts and doubts, more tears falling down their face. Why. Why couldn't the staff care. Why were they deemed lesser than them. She couldn't understand. She would never understand.

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Hehehaha. I'm so mean. Sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors, I didn't check after :D

Uh— Quick summarisation:

Electron dreams about one of the corrupted files in their memory bank. The file contains a vivid memory of where Fission snaps due to staff and humans being unkind and treating them unfairly, them causing an outbreak. Fission tells Proton and Electron to run away to the East Reactor and Gamma and them will protect them until they can escape again. Electron wakes up in a panic and finds comfort in Protons grounding embrace.

I have no regret for traumatising the poor babies :). It was getting too fluffy

CREEEEEDITS!!:

THANK YOU THANK YOU THAAAAANK YOU TO @sunnydbeam FOR THIS DELICIOUS AU!! Gamma (mentioned) is their OC and I'm stealing him, he's my son now, HAHA

But genuinely thank you for this AU and these wonderful characters, I couldn't obsess over them less even if I wanted to. :).

[breakerwind]

Massage

Lee!Sakura / Ler!Suo

Warning: First part is mostly feet tickling

Summary: Sakura hurts his foot in a fight and seeks Suo’s aid. After suggesting a massage, Suo learns something about his friend.

A/N: I didn’t read this after writing it so ignore any errors

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Sakura wasn’t used to getting hurt in fights. He was skilled and usually a tier above anyone he fought.

He wouldn't’ve ever expected to hurt himself while beating up a thug who was causing trouble in the town, but here he was. One of his ankles sat on Suo’s knee as the boy examined his right foot.

“I should take you to a nurse.” Suo sighed, partially annoyed that Sakura would come to him instead of a professional. “I could probably get you in trouble with Umemiya for not telling anyone about an injury, y’know?” He teased, looking Sakura in his eyes.

Sakura couldn’t maintain eye contact. He looked away, slightly blushing. “Don’t. I don’t even know how this happened!” He crossed his arms. “I lifted my leg to kick the guy in his scummy face, but when I pivoted my foot, I felt something weird.”

“Something weird? Did you sprain it?” Suo asked, worriedly. He furrowed his eyebrows and considered asking how he could find the guy who was technically responsible for this.

“I dunno! I’m not a doctor, you figure it out…” The injured boy pouted, still looking away. He hadn’t turned to face Suo since he’d walked into the room. He was too embarrassed to have gotten hurt, and having to show a classmate doubled it.

Suo rolled his eyes. “Well, neither am I…but if I had to guess…you probably just twisted it the wrong way.” Suo grabbed Sakura’s foot and examined it all over. “Nothing looks weird to me.”

“So you can’t fix it?! This was a waste of time!” Sakura huffed and puffed, dramatically. He finally turned his head to face Suo, who was giggling.

“What? What’s funny?” Sakura growled. Suo didn’t reply. He just sat there, covering his face as he giggled out loud.

“Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about how funny it’ll be when I tell Nirei about this. I’m sure he would love to include this injury in your section in his journal.” Suo spoke, staring Sakura in the eyes. He seemed serious but playful. Poor Sakura couldn’t tell if he should beg for mercy or slap him in the face.

Slamming his uninjured foot against the floor in an attempt to scare Suo, Sakura replied: “You’d better fucking not! I’ll…I'll, uh, I’ll beat your ass! I swear, Suo!”

Suo laughed, causing Sakura to become even more angry with him. “Hey! Don’t you dare tell Nirei, I swear I’ll kick your a-”

“Hush! I’m only joking. However…with a hurt foot, you won’t be able to go on any patrols in the city.” Suo interrupted. Sakura raised an eyebrow and sighed. With his injured foot still on Suo’s knee, he gathered up all of his pride and asked:

“Will you…fix…it? Or something? Gah, I don’t fucking know! Just do something!” 

Suo smiled and nodded. “Yes, I will try to fix this pain in your foot.” He scooted his chair closer to Sakura and sat his ankle in his lap. Suo’s fingers suddenly grabbed onto the pad of his foot, catching Sakura off guard.

“Hey! Stohap!” Sakura yelped, trying to pull his ankle away. Suo grabbed it just in time and spoke. 

“Is something wrong? Did that hurt?”

Sakura shook his head and replied: “No…no…it didn’t. Just don’t grab it like that, alright?!”

“Alright.” Suo gently began to massage his thumbs into the pad of Sakura’s right sole. He moved his fingers slowly, trying not to startle the boy like last time.

He looked up and saw that Sakura had laid his head over the back of the chair, staring at the ceiling. He seemed content, so Suo continued massaging. 

After a few moments, he slid his thumbs down to the arch of Sakura’s foot, lightly moving them in circular motions across his warm skin. Suo noticed that Sakura had begun to wiggle his toes, so he decided to be playful and tap one of them.

“Ah, asshole! Stop it!” Sakura shouted, scrunching his foot. He gave up trying to pull it back since Suo always caught it.

“Are you sure that it doesn’t hurt? It’s alright if it does…” Suo tried to reassure the boy. He didn’t want him to feel embarrassed about his injury.

“I’m fucking positive! It just…shut up! Just massage it or whatever and be done with it!” Sakura was becoming visibly red all over… His cheeks and nose were red, and even his ears were red. Suo could tell that something was up…

Ignoring Sakura’s loud demands, Suo continued pushing his thumbs into the arch of his foot. However, he ‘accidentally’ let one of his fingers slip down the length of Sakura’s sole–from his toes to the ball of the foot.

Sakura yelped and his knee jolted, trying to retract his foot. Suo swiftly grabbed and placed his ankles in an armlock, and before Sakura knew it, he was being tickled!

Five fingers scribbled up and down the entirety of his foot’s arch, causing him to let out a laugh that Suo had never heard before. It was deep, but light and playful. 

“Wahah! Suo, stohahap! Whahat the hehell?!” Sakura howled with laughter, tugging at his ankle.

“Shh! So loud…” Suo giggled, bluntly scraping his fingernails against the upper section of Sakura’s arch, near the pad of his foot. Sakura’s toes were wiggling, his sole was scrunching, and his fingers were clenched into fists.

He tried anything to resist the horrible ticklish feelings of Suo’s fingertips, but nothing worked. “Gahaha! Suo, whaha, why?! Stohap this!”

Suo shrugged. “Well, I figured that something was afoot when you kept reacting weirdly to the massage. Ah, this doesn’t hurt, right? All jokes aside.” The boy stopped his fingers. “I know it tickles, but does it hurt..?”

“No…it doesn’t hurt! Now stop it! Lemme go!” Sakura whined. He jabbed Suo in the side with his other foot’s toes, which would’ve helped him escape if Suo hadn’t grabbed that ankle and added it to the armlock as well.

“Well, if it doesn’t hurt, why should I stop? You seem to enjoy it. See?” Suo snickered, jamming his fingers between his left foot’s toes. He slid them back and forth, making Sakura go berserk. He shook in his chair and slammed his fists against his thighs. 

“GaHAhaHAha! NuhuHUHAhoHO!” Sakura could barely form a sentence. His mind was beginning to go to mush as he felt Suo’s fingers tickle the shit out of the sides of his toes.

“All of this laughter, you must love it. You know you love it, Sakura.” Suo chuckled, hoping his gaslighting attempt would work. He held a random foot’s row of toes and scribbled his fingers underneath them, not missing a single spot. No area under Sakura’s toes went untickled, he made sure to scratch between the bottoms of every single toe, and then some.

“I dohon’t! I doHOhoHAheho! I fuhUHahOHoha! I fuhucking hate it!” Sakura managed to say, through all of his laughter.

Suo made a dramatically sad face and let go of his toes. He even freed Sakura’s ankles from the armlock, too. “You hate it? Really?” He pouted.

“Yes, I do! And fuck you, that tickled! Really badly..!” Sakura shouted, his face pink as it could be. He pulled his feet into his lap and grabbed his shoe, throwing it at Suo.

The boy had narrowly missed the shoe to the face. He ducked just in time, luckily. Suo smirked and began crawling towards Sakura.

“Wuh…hey, stop! Stop that! You’re fucking creepy, y’know that?!” Sakura yelled, backing up as quickly as he could. He felt kind of bad for calling Suo creepy, but the boy had a mad scientist look on his face as he slithered toward him! He couldn’t help but throw insults. It was that, or throwing fists!

Without speaking a single word, Suo pounced on Sakura’s thighs, sitting down comfortably. He wiggled his fingers in the air and slowly pushed them towards Sakura’s belly.

“Gah, noho! Nohot more, puhlease!” Sakura whined, kicking his feet. He tried to grab Suo’s wrists, but he was so weak from giggles that he just couldn’t.

Suo snuck his fingers under Sakura’s shirt and began pinching his hips and waist. His fingertips poked and prodded at his belly as well.

“Suhuho, nohOHaha! It tihickles!” Sakura pleaded for Suo’s mercy, but he was too focused on getting revenge for the shoe to the head.

Suo snaked his fingers upward and clawed Sakura’s ribs, his fingernails raking up and down, again and again. Sakura was a mess at this point. He was so weak from laughter that he could hardly fight back, but he couldn’t just sit there and accept his ticklish demise like that!

He whacked Suo’s head with his limp fists, but it didn’t damage the boy at all. If anything, it tickled him too.

“Trying to attack me, Sakura?” Suo hummed, an evil grin on his face. Sakura was smart enough to know that Suo would use this so-called ‘attack’ as a reason to tickle him even more, so he clamped his arms against his sides and prayed for the best.

“Aw, you know I can just…” Suo grabbed Sakura’s wrists and placed them above his head firmly. “Do this, right? Now you can’t protect those ticklish pits, eh?”

Sakura’s forehead was sweating. He was trapped and Suo somehow knew his most ticklish spot. Biting his tongue, he brought his knee up and slammed it into Suo’s back.

“Cute…that didn’t hurt…at all,” Suo spoke. “Just a few more tickles and I’ll stop. Besides, you love this. Right?”

Sakura shook his head and replied: “Yes!”

Suo looked surprised. “What? Hm, alright…” Sakura’s eyes widened when he realized his mistake.

“No! Nohoho, I meant no! Suo!” Sakura shouted. How the hell did he mess that up so badly?

Suo watched Sakura beg. He pitied him right now. He considered stopping but wanted to hear the boy’s cute laughter a little bit more before he stopped.

“One…two…” Suo used his free hand to poke the center of Sakura’s armpit. “Three!” Then, he used all five fingers to scratch up and down the slightly sweaty, but endlessly ticklish area. He curled his fingers around the sides and edges of the underarm, eliciting an adorable laugh from Sakura.

“NahaHAha! Suhuho, I’m goHOhahonna cry! Puhulease!” 

Suo took a good look at Sakura’s eyes, but there were no tears. “Hm…fine.” He said, letting his wrists go and taking his fingers out of his armpit. “I’ll stop! Only because I’m not upset at you for trying to knock my head off anymore.”

“Wuh?! What the hell?! I never did that!” Sakura crossed his arms.

“You did! You threw that shoe, so instead of punching you, I gave you the easy way out. Say, thank you.” Suo spoke. He had to be crazy to expect ‘thank you’ to come from Sakura’s mouth. 

“Thank…you?” Sakura had surprisingly decided to obey Suo. He was likely afraid that the boy would go crazy on him with tickling again. Either way, he was ready to get this over with and tell his friend something important.

“Thank…you. For my foot.” Sakura said with a blank expression. He sounded unsure about the thank you…

“Hm? What do you mean?” Suo was genuinely confused, he’d done more tickling than massaging.

“The tickling. I guess it helped, or something. I don’t fucking know! It just feels better, I guess!” Sakura stood up and held a hand out.

Suo grabbed it and was surprised to feel Sakura pull him up. 

“If you tickle me again, I’ll kick your ass! I mean it! Okay?!” 

Suo giggled. He couldn’t take Sakura seriously like this. His face was pink, his hair was messy, and he had no shoes on. “Alright, I won’t,” Suo said, smiling. “Need help finding that show you so rudely threw at me? I don’t see it anywhere.”

Sakura was taken aback, but Suo was right.

“F-fine! You can help me find it. But no silly games, like right then, alright?!” 

Suo nodded. “I know, I know…no more silly games. Got it.”

The two boys teamed up to find Sakura’s socks and shoes that had somehow disappeared during this ‘physical therapy’ session. The day ended with Suo still teasing Sakura about his ticklishness, even threatening to tell Nirei, who would never let it go. 

He wouldn’t do such a thing, though. He wanted to keep Sakura’s little secret all for himself.

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

So where the hell does all this hate for the so called "Ultramarine Simp" boogeyman Matt Ward come from?

You can't bring up anything about the Smurfs without Ward being brought up and dragged for an alleged infatuation for the Codex Astartes, rivalling little shit Leandros.

I own no books or tabletop codexes so I am completely lost on why everybody seems to hate him.

Basically, back when codexes still had authorial names attached, Matt Ward was the front-facing writer for a collection of them, both 40k and Fantasy. Some of them were perfectly fine, some of them were not great. There was a trend of faction bias through them that resulted in a couple of very distinct overblown narratives that didn’t mesh with the established canon well. Every codex is inherently supposed to hype up its respective faction, but there was a general feeling that some of these codexes stepped over the line into being narratively masturbatory.

Now, this is far from the only time situations like this have occurred in Warhammer media, and Matt wasn’t the sole source of content for the codexes, but the hivemind of a particular subset of Warhammer neckbeards (the ones who think 4chan is peak internet) decided that he was personally attacking their IP. So they sent him death threats. And threatened people around him. And said really fucked up shit. Because they were a bunch of maladjusted keyboard crusaders. They also massively overexaggerated Matt’s impact upon the canon of the setting and the extent of the poor writing choices across the codexes.

Matt isn’t any kind of boogeyman. The codexes attached to him contain plenty of perfectly good content. They just also suck off the Ultramarines and Kaldor Draigo a bit too much, but not in such a way that it had any meaningful impact upon the setting other than “That writing’s a bit shit and doesn’t line up”. Not something new to any Warhammer setting, conceptually. It was absolutely no reason for the utterly disgusting and unhinged shit he had levelled at him afterwards.

I really don’t like the way Guy Haley has written Cawl, right? I’m not gonna threaten him and declare him solely responsible for the character’s presence in a fictional setting owned by someone else, because I’m not a fucking moron.

TLDR; “Matt’s” codexes contained some continuity errors and some hyperbolic factional portrayals. A bunch of pissbabies/neckbeards threatened to kill him over this and declared him the antichrist. Fuck those people, honestly.

[mah-t-wordblog]

can you make a modern au fic lee muichrio ler gyokko???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? thanks

Hehe there it is!!!! 💛💛 hope u like

The Oni of the Vase

Lee: Muichiro Tokito

Ler: Gyokko

(Kimetsu academy universe)

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Muichiro was walking normally through the halls of Kimetsu academy, he was heading towards the cafeteria to find Yuichiro

As he passed by the laboratory, he heard something approaching from behind, as his instincts are very fast and sharp, he soon turned to see what it was

But he saw nothing, just a vase of plant

He thought it was normal and kept walking, until he heard the same noise, when he turned around, he was sure that the pot had moved

Muichiro sighed

"Let's go, you must be one of those demons that the school talks so much about, huh? You can show up, I'm not afraid of you”

The vase moved again

“Let's go, I already kicked the other one” Muichiro had already met another demon at school, and kicked it so hard that he made a giant lump on the creature's head

The vase moved, but this time something unexpected happened, a very ugly creature came out of it

It had eyes instead of mouths and mouths instead of eyes, it looked like a snake mixed with a fish, full of scales and it smelled like fish

“Hyu! Hyu! Hello, young man! I see you were looking at my art” the creature said

“No, I was n-“

“My name is Gyokko” the oni interrupted him “and I make these wonderful, incredible and beautiful vases, what do you think?”

Muichiro looked at the ceramic piece and shrugged “cool”

He prepared to continue on his way, but Gyokko teleported close to him and held him

“Look closely! You didn't even look!”

Muichiro looked at the vase again “it’s a little crooked”

Gyokko gasped “WHAT?”

“Here” Muichiro pointed to one side of the vase “it’s crooked. I didn’t like it”

“Argh! You idiot! I’m going to- I” Gyokko growled

“What are you going to do, ugly demon?” The boy faced him

“Do what I do to those who ignore or speak ill of my art, hyu! Hyu!”

Gyokko quickly grabbed both of Muichiro’s arms, the boy got scared and started to struggle

“Let go of me you piece of shit!” The boy cursed

“Ah! What a dirty mouth, hyu! Hyu! You won’t curse me anymore when I do this”

About ten more hands appeared from the creature’s body, which stretched out and began to squeeze Muichiro’s body

The boy started to laugh, he couldn’t hold back, there were hands on his sides, ribs, armpits, everywhere, under and over his clothes

“Never ignore me again! Never! You will suffer my horrible tickle torture forever! Hyu! Hyu!”

“NOHOHOHOHO” Muichiro tried to kick him, but his elastic body dodged him “HEHEHEHEHELP HEHEHEHEHEHELP”

The boy was almost crying and couldn’t take it anymore, this was too much for him

“Nobody is going to help-”

“Hey, you stinker!”

Gyokko felt a rock or something hard hit his head

“Ouch!”

“Let go of my brother!” Yuuichiro jumped close to the two and kicked the creature, which made him let go of Muichiro and complain in pain

“Come back here you pests!”

Yuichiro ran with Muichiro until they lost the oni

“Ah, what was that, Muichiro?”

“I don’t know! He was so ugly”

The two looked at each other and started laughing

“Let’s tell the principal about this” Muichiro said, as the two started walking again

“Yeah, before any more students die from so many tickles, if I hadn’t arrived you would be dead”

The older one nudged his brother

“Hey stop!” Muichiro laughed

Gyokko hid in his vase again, waiting for someone to pass by

And if his next victim didn’t pay attention to his art, poor guy, he had no idea what was coming

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡

Hehe I liked writing that one 💛💛

[beepboopkek]

— Strip Starchess with Jing Yuan (M!Reader)

Including: Jing Yuan cw: !! NSFW !!, M!reader, pwp but barely, n1pple play, slight mention of reader having a size kink, unprotected p in a??, first time writing a proper fic, first time writing smut (please send help), reader is a little bashful, overall its kind of a self-projection I guess. Jing Yuan is a little bastard (affectionate), stripping (who would've guessed), grammatical errors(I tried), Jing Yuan calls you pet names (dear, love), no use of y/n / m/n , light bondage ( reader gets their hands tied with a t-shirt nothing too bad), safe sane and consensual w/c: 3914 (might be a little off since I made a few edits in this post) a/n: the same as the fem reader one, it's just poor writing to let my demons out, this was originally planned as an m!reader fic but I changed it to f!reader but now I'm back here again haha.. anywyas I hope someone out there likes this !!

You were bored. Extremely bored.

Jing Yuan had promised you he’d come home on time so that the two of you could enjoy dinner together. You had something fun planned for the evening for the two of you. Something you were excited to try out. One problem though, there were still no signs of your boyfriend’s arrival.

You sent him a few messages asking him where he was but to no avail, you knew for a fact he wouldn’t be able to respond anyway.

The sound of a door opening broke you out of your thoughts as you turned around and were met with an apologetic soft smile on Jing Yuan’s face. “Yu.” “My Love.” You huffed at him in annoyance, realising what he was trying to do. He always knew how to soften you up. “You’re late.” You said as you watched him unstrap his boots and place them near the shoe rack before he turned to look at you. “I apologize, I overslept in the afternoon and had to compensate as a result.” Jing Yuan gave you a pitiful look. “Regardless, I am here now,” He walked over to where you were seated and leaned down to place a chaste kiss on your head. “And I’d love to eat what my dear has cooked for me.”

You rolled your eyes at him a little and turned towards the table again as he took his seat opposite to you. You began eating in silence while Jing Yuan served himself some of the food you’d made.

“C’mon, don’t be like that.” He spoke suddenly as you focused on eating and ignoring him. “Be like what? I didn’t do anything.” You huffed back to him again while continuing to look at your food when you suddenly heard the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor, you looked up, only to be met with your boyfriend’s amber eyes boring into yours. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

You grumbled something with your mouth full. “I didn’t catch that, love.”

You gulped down your food, 

“I said, play Starchess with me” “Do we not play Starchess on a regular basis already?”

“We do, yes, but I found a new variation of the game that I thought would be fun to try out. Only if youre up for it, though.” You made eye contact with him again as his eyebrow shot up in surprise.

He leaned in on the table and rested his head on the palm of his hand as he tilted his head lazily. “Go on.” Your confidence and annoyance all but vanished this exact second, you really hadn’t expected him to be this interested and knowing him , he probably already has an idea simply based off of the tone of your voice.

“...Nevermind.” You looked away, blushing as Jing Yuan continued to watch in lazed amusement. “Is it-” “Yes it’s Strip Starchess, okay? I thought it would be fun to play.” You blurted out as your ears turned a light shade of red. “I was going to say Blitz Starchess.” Your eyes widened in horror as you turned back to look at Jing Yuan who was now miserably failing at holding back his laughter as his shoulders shook silently and he pressed his lips together. “I hate you.” Jing Yuan laughed and you pouted. “I didn’t do anything, though?” “You know exactly what you're doing, Yu.” Jing Yuan smiled apologetically once again as you pouted while avoiding eye contact with him. He sighed fondly and picked up his chopsticks again. “Strip Starchess, hm? Let’s finish dinner and begin.” You huffed again and turned back to your food and soon enough, Jing Yuan started some casual conversation and the whole ordeal was pushed to the back of your mind.

. . .That was until after you both finished eating and cleaning up.

Shit.

You suddenly had very important things to do in your library so you quietly started walking towards it, hoping Jing Yuan had all but forgotten about your earlier conversation. Just as you were about to open the door, a familiar voice called out from behind you,

"Dear?" 

You slowly turned around, trying not to look like you were caught committing a crime.

"...Yes?"

"Where would you like to play? I think the living room would be best since it is rather spacious. We can close the curtains but,"

Jing Yuan paused as he looked towards the box in his hands and back to you,

"I'm saying that while assuming that we will be taking off our clothes sooner or later. Am I wrong?" 

He smiled innocently. This bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

"... Fine, let's go to the living room then, I'll explain the rules to you." 

Jing Yuan hummed pleasantly as he walked behind you, setting the board down onto the hard wooden flooring as the both of you sat down facing each other. 

He opened up the box and set up the game and looked at you expectantly.

There was no backing out now, so you might as well give it your best.

"It's in the name, you strip when you lose a pawn." 

"Strip entirely? Or just an article of clothing?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

You gave an exasperated sigh as you stared at him with the grumpiest expression you could muster.

"I'm afraid I don't, love."

He gave you a cat-like smile as he patiently waited for you to explain.

"...Only a piece of clothing. The one who has the most clothes off at the end of the game is the loser,"

You made yourself comfortable, you need your initial confidence back desperately.

"We'll play 3 games and see who wins. I won't be going easy on you."

You smiled at him mischievously as he chuckled and re-adjusted his seating position before looking right into your eyes.

"Very well then, let the games begin." 

You focused your eyes on the board and played your first move, positioning the soldier pawn in front of your king 2 steps ahead. Jing Yuan’s eyes lit up as he countered it by moving the same piece on his side. He knew exactly how you were going to play and he was going to ensure he won. The game progressed and you eventually lost your first pawn, you sighed in annoyance at the realization as you looked up to see your boyfriend with his cat-like smile and of course, he had the most innocent look on his face. Damnit. You sighed reluctantly as you cursed him under your breath and removed your jacket. “Happy?” You deadpanned at him.

“Very much so. Don’t be upset, you still have a chance to win.” He smirked lazily as he waited for you to play your turn You were more cautious now, not letting him take any of your pawns when you realized you had a safe opening to take his pawn! You took the chance and took his soldier with your bishop. Looking up at him in triumph. He smiled back at you casually as he raised his hands in surrender, “You got me there,” You watched him in anticipation as your mouth watered a little, sure you’d been living together for a few months now but, nothing beat seeing Jing Yuan’s body. He place his hand on his shoulder guard and removed it before smiling at you pleasantly again. You blinked once.

Twice.

Scanning him to see if he removed anything else while you were day-dreaming. Nope, nothing.

"I said one piece of clothing, your shoulder brace doesn't count as one." 

"You never specified if accessories were also counted."

You huffed at him, "You never asked!" 

"I don't recall having to ask, I gave you the chance to explain everything to me." He smiled innocently again.

He was right. 

He knew he was and continued to play his next move.

Bastard.

Suddenly, it dawned on you that he was still in his armor and work uniform, meaning it would take at least 15 individual games of Starchess to get even the first layer off of him. Your eyes widened in realization as he looked at you and stifled his laughter.

Well, you certainly weren't in your work clothes and barely had anything on in the first place but you might have a few accessories on your person if you looked hard enough.

Two can play that game.

The game continued as you tried your best to defend your pieces from his attacks but he was too good… much to your displeasure.

By the end of the first game, Jing Yuan barely looked any different from how he was when he entered your shared home while you had to remove your own rings and piercings, putting them away in a corner neatly as to not lose them.

Jing Yuan won the first game by the rules of normal Starchess and the two of began your second round.

You were determined, but so was he.

Time passed rather quickly as you watched your boyfriend remove more accessories and you really wondered how he was able to walk or even fight with that much on his body.

You shook your head. Now's not the time for distractions.

The game progressed as you watched your pawns get taken one by one.

Rook, Bishop, a couple of soldiers and the list went on.

…You realized very late that you were going to lose.

You've never beat him in a game of starches, partially because he sneaks away your pieces but also because he's genuinely skilled at playing the game.

You were down to your last game, Jing Yuan in his shirt and pants along with some random trinkets of his uniform that you didn't even know the purpose of, you, however, were a different story.

You'd managed to get down just to your t-shirt and boxers, shivering a little in both anticipation and the chill of the night.

“Do you need a blanket? You won't have anything to cover you soon enough, I'd hate to get you sick, dear.” Jing Yuan looked at you lazily.

Bastard.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

“I'm good. This is the last game and by the look of it, you've lost more pieces than I have.”

He made a content noise in the back of his throat as if agreeing with you before looking down at the board and smiling.

“I'm afraid you are correct, I admire your confidence in the face of calamity. However,”

He moved his bishop in line with your king.

“Checkmate.” 

You glanced around the board, trying to find an escape route but there were none. 

There was no denying it, you had lost the third game as well.

But the rules were about clothes, you looked up at him and back at yourself.

“. . . Fuck.”

You sighed, reluctantly admitting defeat.

“Alright , alright. You win the three games and the whole game considering you have more layers on you than I do.” 

Jing Yuan smiled in amusement as he crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly,

“So, what's my reward for winning?” 

You were already packing up the board as you looked at him with a huff and stood up.

“I'll let you nap in the afternoon more tomorrow, that's your reward.” 

But before you could move your half naked self away, Jing Yuan moved closer and swiftly knocked your knees back so you toppled down onto him.

“Jing Yuan! I almost knocked the board on your head!”

You had wrapped your arms around his neck, scared to lose balance and plop onto the floor if he were to drop you.

“I'm interested in another reward.”

“What?”

“I'm the winner so isn't it natural I get to pick my reward? Besides, no proper terms were set for it when you explained the rules to me.”

“You little shit, you knew this was going to happen.”

“Dear, I am the divine foresight for a reason.” 

He chuckled as his hands slowly moved down your torso and to the hem of your t-shirt. 

He grasped the hem as he leaned into your body and spoke lowly in your ear

“Of course, if you don't want this, we could just revert to my original reward.” 

His hold on you was firm but gentle, indicating that he'd let you go if you wanted him to.

“But, something about the way you're trembling in my hold tells me you don't want to stop, do you?” 

Your breath was coming out in shaky puffs now. You simply looked away in embarrassment before he pressed himself closer to you, you could feel the warmth of his body through the clothes he was wearing.

“Answer me.” 

“. . . I don't want you to stop” 

He smiled against your ears and you swear if he had a tail it would be swishing around in excitement by now.

“That wasn't so hard, was it?” 

Kissing the red shell of your ear he moved your face towards him and kissed you deeply before pressing his forehead to yours.

“Now, allow me to claim my reward.”

He peppered kisses along your jaw as his hands finally, finally took your t-shirt up to your neck as you raised your arms to help him get it off.

You were down to just your boxers now while Jing Yuan remained fully clothed. Bastard. Your naked chest heaved as Jing Yuan continued to feel around your body, his kisses continuing downward and his large palms squeezing around your body.

He leaned down on your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth as his other hand tweaked with the other and you gasped, sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine.

Your hands immediately found purchase in his soft hair as you closed your eyes and whispered his name.

Jing Yuan always , always made sure to lather extra attention to your chest, you never understood why but it had now become a sensitive spot for you.

He kissed and licked around your nipples, leaving little bites in between so that he can see them in the morning and fuck you all over again.

Deciding he'd done enough to your chest (for now) he moved his attention downwards, chuckling breathlessly at the small wet patch on your boxers.

His large hand slid down as he started moving his finger up and down on your boxers, making the wet patch grow bigger.

“You call me a bastard and yet have the nerve to be this turned on for me, hm?” 

“S-Shut up.” 

You panted as your brain became fuzzy and warm, not being able to think of anything else except Jing Yuan touching you.

He smirked as he added pressure with his finger on exactly where the head of your cock is and you gasped loudly. The fabric of your boxers providing a weird but not unwelcome feeling.

“Do you think you can cum just from this alone? My hands rubbing your nipples?”

“I don't k-”

You cut yourself off with a loud moan as he gently squeezed your pecs.

“You don't know? Well, that's too bad. We'll just have to find out it seems, hm?”

You were gasping for air and moaning loudly at this point, thrashing and tugging at Jing Yuan’s hair like your life depended on it.

Jing Yuan kissed you and simultaneously continued to rub circles around your perked up nipples.

You weakly slammed your fisted hands onto the hard planes of his chest but to no avail, he wasn't going to let up.

He continued flicking your nipples before speaking into your ear.

“Be a good boy and cum for me”

You moaned as you clenched his (now crumpled) white shirt in your hands as your eyes rolled back and your orgasm flooded over your body in waves.

The general continued to bite and mark your chest as you got down from your high, peppering your body with kisses.

You were still breathing heavily when you regained your senses again.

“So, my hypothesis was correct. You can come untouched, hm?” 

“You're gonna pay for that, Yu.”.

“Do your worst, dear.” He smiled coyly at you,

His voice was so calm while speaking you'd almost think he was unaffected by the situation but that was far from the truth, sitting on his lap gave away that he was extremely hard underneath you.

He kissed you again, gently this time as he pulled back and bore his eye into yours.

“Do you want to continue?” 

You didn't respond, only leaning in to kiss him before bringing your hands to the collar of his shirt and unbuttoning it.

“I'm not the only one that's going to be naked here.” 

He helped you take off his whole shirt, watching you as you admired his sculpted and scarred torso. While he helped you step out of your boxers.

“Turn around for me, love.”

You did as you were told, sitting in his lap with your back against his chest.

His hands suddenly came up on you again, going downwards to your cock as he gently wrapped a single hand around it while his other hand moved down to finger your asshole. “Wait! We need lube, let me go get it-” “Always two steps ahead of you, love.” Jing Yuan smiled at you pleasantly like he didnt have stark naked splayed out on his lap. “When did you-? Nevermind, I’m not going to ask.”

Your hands immediately found purchase on top of his much bigger ones, your breathing picking up again.

He inserted two fingers in you, pushing them in and out and curling them in just the right spot, hitting your already frayed nerves and stretching you open for him. Keeping the rhythm of his fingers up, slowly getting you towards the edge again when suddenly,

You were left empty as Jing Yuan retracted his hand and wiped it onto his pants as he unzipped them, before hooking both his hands under your plush thighs and lifting your asshole above his cock. “Tell me if you need a break.” Before you could respond, he was already impaling you on his cock, pushing you down slowly as you reached back with your hands and grabbed his neck while arching your back. “F-Fuck- too much-” “You can take it, I know you can.” He whispered breathlessly as he continued pushing you down until you met the base of his cock. “There we go.” Jing Yuan waited for you to adjust, his head directly hitting your prostate, watching intently as you fought to gain back your breath. You were struggling at this point, mind in a haze at the feeling of being so full. Not knowing where to place your hands you blurted our the first coherent thought that came to your mind.

“. . .Tie my hands, please.” Now it was the general’s turn to be surprised, you were not one to beg usually. He smiled coyly as he grabbed your discarded t-shirt and rolled it up to form a makeshift knot. “If i was aware we were going to do this tonight, I wouldve prepared more.” You pushed your hands out together in front of you impatiently, just wanting to move but not trusting your shaking legs to carry through. Jing Yuan kissed around your ears again started working on binding your hands immediately. Securing it as tight as he could, he tugged on it before pecking you on the cheek. “There. Is that better?” “Yes.” You were fully panting now, subtly grinding yourself on his cock. Jing yuan took it as his cue to move and hooked his hands under your thighs again before lifting you off his cock. The split second where you were left empty was enough for you to whine. He wasn’t a cruel lover, though, he thrusted back in, filling you instantly. He kept the tempo of fast but deep strokes and before long you could feel your second orgasm approaching. Suddenly, there was a change as he pushed you down onto the wooden floor face first and ass up, the angle making him reach in different areas. Your tied hands were above your head as you got rubbed on the floor like a mop cloth from his powerful thrusts. Jing Yuan bent over and draped his larger frame over your back, holding down your shaking hands with one of his own and thrusting faster. “Come on, come for me.” He whispered into your ear, again, reaching his other hand down to stroke your hard cock. And that's all it took for you to orgasm, releasing over your abdomen as he continued his thrusts. For a few seconds, you blanked out completely, caught up in the haze of your orgasm that you didn't even notice Jing Yuan continuing, That was until you were brought back to reality by a hit of overstimulation, tears already collecting at your lashes as the pleasure soared through your entire body. “Y-Yu-” “Just a little more.” He continued rubbing your dick and you could feel the tendrils of your third orgasm creeping up on you as you clenched around him hard. It pierced through you just as your boyfriend finally released inside you, hot liquid filling you up and you felt so full. Jing Yuan panted as he rested some of his body weight on you, essentially pinning you in place and having no way to move. Just the way you like it.

He grabbed your hips with both his hands as he gently thrusted a few times to get the last few seconds of pleasure in, wrecking your already overstimulated body..

“. . . I think my reward is incomplete.” He said after a few beats of silence.

“Absolutely not.”  Jing Yuan laughed breathlessly as he pulled you back onto his lap and rested himself against the sofa, wrapping his hands around your waist and putting his head on your shoulder.

The both of you relished in the afterglow for a bit with him still stuffed inside you, just enjoying and soaking each other’s presence, you were the first to speak.

“Horny bastard, you really piledrived me on the floor of our living room.” You laughed while pecking at his cheeks.

“Me? I’m the horny one now? You were the one that suggested this game in the first place!”

Jing Yuan feigned hurt as he tightend his hold on you, eyeing you cheekily as your ears turned red.

“I didn’t proposition sex! It was a game to-”

“To what? Play house with each other?” Jing Yuan asked in an amused tone before continuing,

“You wanted it to end like this, didn’t you?”

“Not on the goddamn floor! I’m gonna have bruises from this tomorrow, I hope youre happy.”

You pouted and held your (still bound) hands close to your chest, hearing Jing Yuan snicker and feeling his chest shake.

“I’ll give you a massage right now, on the bed this time, to make up for it”

“And then what? Escalate it into having sex again? I need to walk tomorrow, Yu.”

“You know me too well.”

You looked at him into his eyes at this and he gave you a crooked smile

“Untie my hands, we need to clean up and get to bed”

“Hmm… How about I let you go now and you let me enjoy my reward in the shower again?”

You sighed before nodding in acceptance, you weren’t going to feel your legs tomorrow.

This is the price you pay for provoking the sleeping lion.

“Horny bastard.”

[lucytsukii]

Luck – The Angel of the Woods

[English is not my native language, there may be errors in the writing, I hope you like it!]

A character I adapted for Milkshake Mansion!

Mansion belongs to @boiling-potato

I will write about his personality and facts about him in another post (If you like it obviously, I'm very insecure ;w;) because this one got too long (sorry >w<")

Extensive lore warning!!

Story:

Luck was a cheerful and lively warrior angel, even playful, when one day, he was appointed as the guardian angel of a lively and troublesome young lady. He always followed her everywhere without a day off, always protecting her from evil spirits or specters.

One of those days, while killing a spirit, he ended up revealing himself to the little girl to protect her. From then on, she always called him or tried dangerous things just to see him again.

To prevent her from getting hurt, he started talking to her. Over the years, she grew up and the two became friends. However, the girl fell in love with the smiling angel. The angel discovered the girl's feelings, but saw her as a child, finally rejecting her with an awkward smile.

"A mortal cannot be with an angel, because he is immortal."

This was a phrase that left its mark on the girl. As the days passed, the angel noticed the girl's subtle change. She was planning something, but he didn't understand which way she was going, and she always avoided the subject.

This continued for a few months, but Luck noticed something strange: the number of evil beings around her increased, and even stronger. He didn't understand why, becoming even more distracted and distant from her because he was busy defeating these beings.

Until, on a cold night, the girl who was walking down the street headed out of the city, towards the woods.

Luck, not understanding the reason, tried to question her, but was distracted by another spirit that appeared. While fighting, he suddenly felt a chill. When he observed the girl, she was facing a being with a frightening aura, a demon.

The warrior angel was already prepared for combat, determined and confident of his strength, but something stopped him. The girl seemed excited when she looked at that being. She turned around with a look that made the poor angel shiver with fear, with a happy and calm expression. Finally, she said:

"That way, I can be immortal like you! And we will be together."

The angel widened his eyes, looking at the situation in slow motion. He realized what was happening. All these months, she had been looking for a way to achieve this goal of being together, and this demon used his influence to take her to where they were, to give her the hope she so desired, while distracting Luck with spirits so he wouldn't notice.

The girl, in front of that being, smiled as she went to proclaim her request, however, something surprised both the girl and the demon, in front of them Luck with halos stained red, was holding the heart of the girl he had just stolen, the girl, unable to process, fell unconscious seeing tears streaming down Luck's face as her last glimpse.

After a while, Luck would be staggering through the woods, injured from a long battle, but something else, he would be in a smaller form than usual, in his chest, a huge empty hole. As he tried to stay awake, he caught a glimpse of a huge mansion in the distance, decorated by moonlight.

-

With the light of dawn, the young girl wakes up, sitting in the middle of the street of her city, looking straight down a tiled path that leads to the woods, where she feels a vast feeling of loneliness...

Tag: @justafriendlystranger @boiling-potato @edgywithaheart

[shuenkio]

𝖥𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 —☔— Jay

Paring: Bully!Jay x male!reader

Genre: Angst, [no love but emotion involved]

Cw: bruise, alcoholic, love affair, wounds, hospitalized etc

Summary: At the end he wants to take care of you to repay his actions.

Wc: 2.0k

Non proof read / first time writing angst there'd be some error. [Nothing is real this is a fanfic]

Living your life was already one hell ride, and you're hoping that school will give you some healing with your friends from your forbidden house. However, there was one person who craved your attention, your tears, and your suffering.

Seeing you under his control, unable to fight back, makes him even more gratified, and he would love to play with you all day long.

M/N, who is the only child living with your parents, who are arguing every day, didn't care about their surroundings, especially you.

Your father had an affair with your mother's sister, and ever since she found out, your family started crumbling. Holding back, I couldn't do anything aside from stay silent. You're just wanting to run away from this family of yours and never come back, but you couldn't; you don't have the heart to leave your mother in this state.

Since your father took steps away from this house, your mother began to drink every sort of alcohol to wash away all her sadness and depression, and soon she became an alcoholic.

However, she still manages to give you a life to breathe by working her head off. It's a blessing that she's still got one job that could keep her going from time to time. Nevertheless, that was only a good side. Since you're her only child, she always wanted the best for you.

You can't go out without her permission; you'll have to do all the housework, make food before she gets home, and get a good grade every month. All of these requirements come from her stressing you out. You thought she would be kind to you beside your father, but this is too much for you to take.

You can't sleep without overthinking about tomorrow, and your eyes are wide open all night long. You're tired. One day, when you wake up, you find a note on the counter in the kitchen that was left by your mother. As you observed it, you found yourself bawling your eyes out.

This is not a note; this is a last goodbye from your beloved mother. She's gone now; she left you in this horrible place with you all by yourself. Now you have nothing, along with some money that she left on the counter for you to continue this journey alone.

You don't understand why you should have to endure this all alone when they're the ones who started, you want to end everything, you wish you wouldn't be born so you don't have to breathe in this cruel, ugly world, and you still want to carry on.

You wipe your tears away with your hoodie's sleeve and accept your own fate as you prepare yourself for school. The least you could do at the moment was go to school, sometimes taking time to process there. On the other hand, you never thought in your mind that there was someone waiting for you.

Jay Park is the wealthy, rich, and spoiled kid, as you know. There's no reason for him to be a bully; he has just been like that since the very beginning. He loves to see everyone's downfall in despair, crying like a child while he overpowers them. Which is you, who's his victim's rights now? Not only did you draw his attention with your pretty face as a guy, but since you're the top student in the class, he got jealous.

To make your grade drop, all he had in mind was to bully you, and he knows you can't do anything to kick him out of the school because you're poor. While walking through the school's entrance, you accidentally bump into something as your hoodie's hood covers your vision. You move your head to the one you're bumping into before you realize it was none other than Jay.

Another day, another bruise. You quickly bow down to ask for forgiveness, and without further ado, you fasten your walk pace, hoping that you'll always get from him, but your feet are still in one place as your bag is grabbed by his grips.

"Where do you think you're going, little fella?" He smirked in satisfaction, a cocky grin painted on his face. You let out a heavy sign and cured your eyebrows together, willing to take anything.

The next thing you know, he's already taken you to the back of the school, the storage room, where no one dares to come by except him. You were asked to kneel on both knees, looking down on the ground, while your face was covered with bruises and bleeding scratches.

He never stops, and he doesn't have the plan to do that. He then kneeled on one foot, cupping your face harshly with one hand, making you look at him with your messy face.

"Aww, don't you look cute? I don't know why I enjoy playing with you longer than anyone else. Can you answer that, darling? Hm?" He looks at you as if you're his prey, tracing down on your wound and pressing it harder. As a result, you're whimpering in pain.

"P-please, I'm sorry, I'm begging." Your tears broke down, asking for his mercy, which he's eager for for a very long time. To see this moment, his facial expressions grow even more scary, as if he's a psychopath.

"You're begging already, darling? How sad I'm emotional~ ha seeing you under my control is all I need, so no." After he said that, he was about to harass you even more, but before he could, your friends suddenly blasted in at the right moment.

"Lay a finger on him again; I'm going to show this to your father, you mf." They're all running toward you, holding you close and looking over your injury.

"Wow, I'm afraid I might be expelled so scary~ I'll let you try it, dude; I'm sure he wouldn't care  anyway." He responded, folding his hands together as he scoffs in disbelief.

"I might lose, but not this time, Jay. I know your father more than you know him; you're a dead meat today." Jay's ex-buddy states that it's true that before he leaves Jay for good, he already knows Jay's personal life: his father, his daily life, his family—he knows everything. That's why he's confident enough to speak about Jay's father.

"So? You think my dad will listen to you better than I am."He was cut by a sudden door crack open, revealing a man in gray hair behind whom it was his father. Jay's face turned pale as white as he looked upon his father standing tall behind his ex-friend.

"D-dad, it's not what you're thinking; you have to listen to me first, not this asshole!!" He dragged his feet to where his father was standing, asking for him to hear about his explanation.

"I have two eyes, Jay; I'm not blind nor deaf; you'll pay for your own consequences; get in the car at the instant." His father was shouting in a fuming tone, clearly pissed off by his own son's behavior. Jay, trembling with a tight chest as he makes his way out of this room, can't speak any more words. Jay's father then gazed over you before speaking.

"Are you alright, my child? I'm sorry for causing such an unfortunate situation for you; I'll pay everything on behalf of my ungrateful son. Now I'll let you rest assured and promise you that this will never happen again."

Once Jay was home, not only was he grounded, but his father had a serious plan for his own son by watching him 24/7 in his every move; he couldn't do anything without his permission, and he'd also no longer get access to his monthly allowance to punish him for his actions.

Even worse, he must take care of you, who's been lying down on the hospital bed ever since that day. He will also have to say "sorry" every day until you're recovered.

At the hospital

You're lying down on the soft bed while the IV injection is in your veins. It's serious because not only your body's bruises, but your health too, without proper eating, resting, and getting beaten almost every single day, and you know who.

Inside the silent room were despondent and empty; the lights were off due to your liking of the moon's sunlight reflecting through the large glass window. It's chilling with a cold breeze outside.

You take the rolling stand with you as you open the door, taking a moment to absorb the fresh air under the night sky with the chaos of city life underneath. You stood on the balcony, inhaling deeply as the crisp night air enveloped you.

In that moment, you felt a profound sense of peace and connectedness with the universe, as if the entire world had paused just for you to savor the simple joy of being alive, despite how hard your life was. It's crazy that some of you want to enjoy the city lights more while hopping on the fence of the balcony and sitting on it while swinging your legs.

You know it's too dangerous and too risky; with one wrong move, you'll see the heaven light; nevertheless, you couldn't care much; if God wants you to live, you'll live. The door cracked open, revealing Jay holding a bunch of food and supplies in his bag too.

He closed the door behind him, and as he looked over the bed to see nothing on it, he thought you were probably in the bathroom. However, when his eye passed by the curtain that was left open, blowing by the wind, he saw a figure in a patient gown sitting on the edge of the fence.

Sooner, he realizes that person was you, as he immediately drops everything on the floor with a loud thump filling the room, running to you in panic before grabbing your waist by his pair of hands in swift motions, snatching your body against his to the ground, and clenching you close to his chest.

The unexpected snatching by someone pulling you away almost makes your heart stop beating. You were so stunned that you couldn't talk.

"Are you fucking crazy?! Are you trying to kill yourself?" He raised his voice at you, shaking your shoulder, asking why you would do such a thing. You know you're not going to commit S/C, but instead you're answering the opposite, frustrated.

"So what if I do? Why would you care about me?" You fire back at his sudden care for you; last time he saw you, you're left with nothing but pain. Now he starts to act like being nice to you, which is such a twist.

"Because your life is my life! I know I'm a jerk and I should be buried alive, but please don't do this. I'm sorry. I'm sorry about everything I had done to you. I realized I was wrong, and you should scorn me for it. But *sob*, please let me repay for everything I had done to you." Jay paused as he took a moment to take his breath from his outburst. You blink while slightly taken aback by the emotional outburst; you have never seen Jay in this state before, crying in pain.

"Your friends told me everything about your life. If only I could go back in time, knowing the truth behind it, I'd never been that jerk and a bully to you. I won't ask for your forgiveness; all I want is for you to let me do justice for you. Let me take care of you, and I don't care if you hurt me in the process. Just let me." He stopped as his tears streamed down his cheeks, with guilt heavy on him and regret at his actions.

He's burying his face in his hands, muffling his sobs, and crying harder until his face falls onto his lap, as if he's bowing to you. Comprehend the stat he was in right now; instead of bushings on him more, you choose to comfort him instead, even though he's a walking red flag.

Everyone can change, and so did he; responding with kindness was the best choice.

"I forgive you, but I'll never forget. I'll let you repay for your action,  Jay."

You said as you patted his back carelessly on it in a gentle manner.

"Th—ank you." 

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