#the leg lean is weird I'll admit but it's something i used to do for comfort

[leosxrealm]

ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ ꜰᴛ. ʀɪɴ ɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ᴀɴᴅ ʜʏᴏᴍᴀ ᴄʜɪɢɪʀɪ

pairing(s): Rin Itoshi x reader, Hyoma Chigiri x reader

warning(s): fluff, jealous rin? jealous rin! nothing in chigiri’s part

a/n: i wrote this with male! reader in mind but no pronouns were used so it can be read as gn! reader. also tall! reader

Rin Itoshi

"Rinnnieee," you whined out his name, "i'm sorry Rinnie." all you heard from the boy in front of you was a scoff. "go away. your boyfriend must be missing you," he grumbled. you pouted at his words. during lunch, your seatmate had dragged you with him to finish the chemistry project that was due earlier today. he was a bit of a worrywart who wanted to make sure everything was perfect. anything low would not be tolerated. and now your actual boyfriend was being petty because he lost a whole 28 minutes with you. 28 minutes that you could have spent with him! it was honestly adorable seeing your boyfriend get jealous over some random dude from school. you would never admit that though; because you know that Rin wouldn't talk to you for a whole week after that or a month. yeah, your boyfriend was petty like that. and now on the walk home, he was walking ahead of you, ignoring your whole being. you tugged on the strap of his backpack, pulling him back. hugging him from behind, you pulled him as closer to you as possible. resting you head on top of his, you mumbled, "i'll make it up to you, yeah? how about we go to my house and watch your favorite movies? we can cuddle and then i'll make you ochazuke and you can stay the night? hm? how does that sound?" you asked, still nuzzling your face into his hair. he quickly looked around, before escaping from your grip. "okay okay. let's go already," he had already started walking towards your house, not even looking back to see if you were coming or not. you know your boyfriend hates pda, and normally you respect his wishes, but you couldn't just let him ignore you like that anymore. you deserve some attention too alright! he may not have stopped for you, but he didn't miss the happy "okay" you shouted before running up to catch up with him.

Hyoma Chigiri

it was friday, a day you both loved and (kinda) hated. it was your weekly skincare night, a concept your lovely boyfriend had introduced you to. you loved spending time with your boyfriend but you also thought doing thousands of things to keep your skin healthy was a hassle. you had never learned to take care of your body or your face like that. when Hyoma found out you washed your face with a bar of soap, he gave you the stinkiest side eye you had ever received. ever since then, he would force you to do skincare with him. you didn’t really think it was necessary; you were doing just fine before this, weren't you? but it quickly became something the two of you bonded over. you even found yourself looking forward to it. you were applying the green paste, with a weird smell, on Hyoma's face. he was perched up on the bathroom counter, with you standing in between his legs. after carefully applying the mask, making sure it didn’t go into his eyes or in his hair, you nodded at your work. you passed the container to Hyoma, for him to apply it to your face now. he scooped out a decent amount and started applying it to your face with his fingers, evenly smoothing it out. you started to lean into his hand, when he pulled your ear with his clean hand to make you stop leaning. "stand straight, will you?" he asked you with slight irritation in his voice. after a few seconds, he booped your nose softly, indicating that he had finished applying the mask to your face. you leaned in, giving him a quick peck on the lips, your green clay mask-covered noses bumping together. he pushed you away gently, "it's just there for 20 minutes, alright?" you looked up at him with a soft frown on your face. he just wanted to pinch your cheeks, you looked so adorable, with a bright baby blue headband pushing your hair back, and a green paste covering your face. "if you don't ruin the mask, i'll give you kisses as reward, okay?" he tried to bargain with you. you give a happy nod before hooking your hands under his thighs to lift him up. he instinctively wrapped his legs around your waist, as you carried him to the living room to re-watch your favorite series, closing the bathroom light on the way.

[ukit4m4]

How would bi han confess to reader and what would he's type be(Sfw or nsfw)

★┆HOW BI-HAN WOULD CONFESS TO U & WHAT HIS IDEAL TYPE IS !!

my Bi-Han is cold ok I'll try to keep his canon personality 🙏🙏🙏 slight warning for cursing. not too much though :P

Tbh I don't think Bi-Han would actually, like, meet you in person or confess face to face ??

You've been friends with Bi-Han for a few years now, and he DOESN'T admit it, but you kinda caught his eyes. Your personality, the way your movement is always full of grace when you're training. You also catch up quickly if there's a new combo or somewhat. Bi-Han.. is surprised.

This feelings has been bothering him ever since he saw you interacting with Madam Bo. You were helping Madam Bo with retrieving some vegetables, and you seems.. so.. beautiful/handsome while smilling even though the day was hot that sweat trails down your forehead.

At first, Bi-Han tried to ignore the feelings, but you KEPT. APPEARING. IN. HIS. MIND. while he's training, about to sleep, showering (😊), when he's doing paper works, etc. Your smile is literally buried in his mind. Your voice.. fuck.

'K!ll me already...' Bi-Han thought to himself as he rolled over in his bed, still unable to sleep. He knows he have to do something about this. After counting sheeps, crocodiles, birds,.. he finally fell asleep at like 4 A.M.

That morning, He was all grumpy, because he's NOT morning person, and he only got 3 hours of sleep because he had to wake up at 6 A.M to continue his training routine. As he walked to the training hall, he'd walk past you. You made eye contact with him, but didn't really say anything, and continued talking with your friend. Bi-Han, on the other hand, wanted to smash the wall. Why? He didn't even want to know.

As he enters the training hall, he'd lean against the wall, waiting for his brothers and other warriors. He'd close his eyes, his jaw clenched as thoughts about you appears in his mind again. In the hallway, his hand almost touched yours, and his fist clenched once again. Why the fuck can't you just leave his thoughts alone ?????

After that, he'd make a decision to ignore you for as long as it can, until this weird feelings finally leave him. He'd purposely use another route just not to find you. He'd purposely eat a bit late in the cafeteria so that he won't bump to you. He'd purposely walk away from his brothers if you walked up to them.

Still, and of course, he still can't put away the feelings. He knows now's the time. He overheard that your schedule is empty today, so he wrote a letter to you. Too flustered to talk and confess to you face to face.

" Dear Y/N. It is Bi-Han, and I want to talk about something that has been bothering me for a few.. months, for now. It is about you. The thing is, I've been getting weird feelings everytime you're around, and I do NOT like it. Though I am not sure what you think of me, but it is what it is. I like you. That's all, I guess. And don't even think about showing this letter to my brothers. I'll be waiting for a response soon."

WHAT I THINK HIS IDEAL TYPE IS

note : I'll try my best to be accurate as possible and idk no offense to anyone ok !!!!!

Personally, I'd think he like, like...... submissive partner??? like, some1 that will obey his commands without no question. I mean, he's the grandmaster after all. He expect obedience from everyone, especially his partner.

ehh probably he'd prefer having short partner. not that heights matter much to him, but he'd make sure and will always know that the dominance in the relationship is his.

if he really loves u, he doesn't rlly care if you're a loud ass person, as long as u don't bring down his reputation and annoy him when he's working or sumwhat

he's THOSE typa husbands.. expect u to cook breakfast, lunch, dinner etc. he expect u to wait for him at home after his training with your arms open, greetings and such. (and maybe open your legs too idk)

[a-random-weeb]

HIIIII COULD I PLEASE REQUEST BSD MEN WITH A REALLY UNHINGED/ENERGETIC LOVER PLSPLSPLS I LOVE YOUR WRITING TYSMMMMM

Alright, that sounds really fun!

Characters: Dazai, Chuuya, kunikida

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Dazai:

•You both actively get into trouble

•You two piss kunikida off like there is no tomorrow

•Both of you team up to absolutely destroy his sanity (sorry kunikida)

•He does worry about how unhinged you are sometimes

•Ome day you're both watching the news and it's like

"69 people died, very tragic"

•AND YOU JUST LOOK AT HIM WITH A WEIRD ASS FACE

"Hehehe, 69" 😭

•Bro looks at you like 'huh?!'

•He stays silent while probably trying not to laugh

•He knows you'll do anything he dares you to, so he always dares you to do the dumbest things

•You even made a whipped cream snowman in the ADAs toilet

Ranpo went to use the bathroom and screamed so loudly at the whipped cream that kunikida ran into the bathroom to see what was wrong. He immediately knew it was. He was not pleased. He sprinted to find you and Dazai's dumbasses, and then scolded you guys for an hour. Dazai and you definitely turned everything one of this sentences dirty

"He could have got scared and fell and hurt himself!"

"How do you know he's not into pain?"

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Chuuya:

•Hes so scared your gonna die 😭

•He never lets you out if his sight

•Yells at you for everything

•Though, he does find your energy very cute

•Hell never admit that though

•I think he probably highers a 'bodyguard', or so he calls it but they're more like a babysitter 😭

•Bro does not trust you

•He doesn't let you cook out of fear you'll burn yourself or stab yourself (I actually stabbed myself in the leg by falling on a knife. I'm not kidding, ask my roommate @ginandginny, it was gushing blood)

•He loves you too much to let you get hurt

•He also carries you everywhere, because if he doesn't you're probably off doing something weird

"No. Do not eat that knife. Do not attempt to." Chuyya says firmly after your friend dared you to eat the knife

"But I have to follow the rules of truth or dare"

"I didn't think you would actually try!" Your friend shouts, trying to defend herself

"Put. The. Knife. Down." He glares and prys the knife away from you. You try to grab it away from him, so he grabs you by the waste and holds you to him so you can't move, setting the knife down. You're flustered but have to much energy to freeze up, so you try get away, but if course he's 100× stronger than you. He chuckles and leans in for a kiss but then your friend clears there throat. You both feel embarrassed.

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kunikida:

"That was irresponsible and immature"

"It wasn't THAT bad..."

"He was in forth grade!"

You stick your tongue out at him as he shoots you a glare. You had just beat up a kid over half a bag of skittles ←(Based off real events.... you don't wanna know, I promise I'm mature 😭). To be fair, the kid was rubbing the fact that he had candy in your face. Kunikida sighs "You're an idiot, do you want someone to call the cops on y-" you kiss him on the lips. Why? To shut him up and piss him off. He kisses you back and things get heated. I'll let you imagine the rest ;)

(What I meant by based off real events was when I was in grade 6, there was this grade 4 piece of shit who had half a bad of skittles, I asked for one and he said no, then proceeded to rub it in my face that he had skittles and I had nothing! I used to have worse anger issues than I do now, so I may or may not have beaten him up....)

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I wrote headcannons and did a whole one for akutagawa but tumblr couldn't process my post for some reason so I just put what I remembered from the kunikida one, sorry

[demon-fucking-therapist]

Dom Reader, Yandere Brothers - Lust Part 2

The series: You become the master of seven unruly brothers - and they don’t want to let you go so easily. How it happened, and what it means for each of them.

Tags/warnings for this section: reader’s genitalia referred to as pussy/clit/etc, yandere Asmo, dom reader, sub Asmo, overstimulation (mainly Asmo, but reader too), top and bottom reader, bottom Asmo, pegging, mirror sex, asmo is choked, collar and leash. No explicit violence in this part.

You can find the other parts of the series here.

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Asmo grins, showing sharp teeth. "I want to be your first in something."

You raise an eyebrow and smile. "Oh? What are you thinking about?"

Asmo hums. His eyes shine and he rolls off the bed.

You sit yourself back up and take off your shoes while Asmo digs through a draw. Something lands in your lap when you're finished.

At first glance you think it's a pair of underwear - bright red, with some weird straps around the front. It's not until you see those straps end in a ring that you start to realise what's going on.

The dildo that lands on the bed next to you confirms it.

You glance up at Asmo and he still stands beside the dresser, waggling another dildo at you.

"You've never done this before, right? I mean, Levi would totally want to bring it up, but he's way too nervous to-"

"You want me to fuck you?" you ask curiously, examining the harness and making sure there no parts were likely to dig in.

"I don't want you to miss out, so we can find a toy for you too! I dibs that one though!" Asmo digs through the draw with enthusiasm, and you glance at his choice - on the larger side, but not too scary-looking. Well, aside from all the bumps and ridges on it.

"How about this one?" Asmo asks brightly, showing you one of his finds.

"...Asmo, that thing would kill me."

"Hmph. I'll find something more boring then."

You examine the harness a little closer and see raised grooves within the 'briefs' portion - soft to the touch and probably designed to stimulate the wearer.

"You can pop those on the table for now!" Asmo calls and you do, placing them beside a bottle of lube. Asmo approaches with a dildo of a much better size and shape for your vulnerable human body.

He's got something hidden behind him and once he sits the toy down he fiddles for a moment. It's unnatural for you to see Asmo hesitate.

You reach for him and Asmo forgoes the bed, instead kneeling before you.

You spread your legs - only to allow him as close as possible, tipping his head back to meet your gaze.

“What’s up, Asmo?” you ask softly, his chin in your light grip. Asmo sighs and leans against your thigh. From behind his back, he lifts his hand to show a pretty pink collar. In his other hand, a matching leash.

“Can you put this on?” Asmo asks, letting you take it from him delicately.

“On you or on me?”

Asmo’s cheeks flush as pink as the collar. “While I do think it would look just lovely on you… I want you to put it on me, please.”

“So polite, Asmo.” You lean over and kiss him, Asmo instantly moving in for more, trying to make the kiss deeper, hotter, closer. When you pull apart, his lips are wet and glossy. “How could I say no to that?”

Asmo meets your eyes as you circle the collar around his neck. He’s always been the most intense of his brothers, and now is no different as you feel his shaky breaths on your wrists as you fiddle with the buckle.

“How’s that?” you check after the collar is about as tight as you’d want it.

“Tighter, please.” At your raised eyebrow, he pouts. “You said I should tell you what I want!”

“I did,” you admit, though pinch his cheek for his tone. “I suppose I’m still getting used to demonic limitations.”

“You can have a lot more fun with us than a human,” he agrees breezily, resting his chin on your knee as the buckle finally clicks into place. Asmo’s eyes flutter, a hazy look overtaking them. “I’d let you do so much to me, you know?”

You clip on the leash and tug him up, meeting him in another kiss. This time he nips your lip hard enough to break the skin and you tug back in reprimand.

“Well tonight, let’s just focus on you letting me fuck you.”

You scoot back onto the bed and Asmo is quick to follow, the leash never having time to pull taut in his eagerness to be near you. He winks as he takes your zipper into his teeth, your shorts swiftly flying somewhere across the room. Your underwear follows soon after.

“What about you, Asmo?” You kick him lightly to push him back, his still mostly clothed form landing with an exaggerated pout on the mattress. “How about a show?”

The idea of showing off perks Asmo right up. He’s too impatient right now to give you a proper tease, but you can imagine what it would be like in the way he rolls his hips and his pants fall to the floor, the way he takes the time to pinch his nipples as he opens his shirt. Asmo’s eyes never leave you, watching you watch him, and you let him see exactly how much you appreciate the view.

Finally, you’re staring at his body in all its glory. Asmo poses and it should be ridiculous, really, but it’s Asmo, so it’s also really, really hot.

“Get back over here,” you order and don’t even notice the pact activating until Asmo moans.

“Do all demons like to be ordered around?” you wonder as the leash returns to your hands, Asmo settling between your thighs.

“Only by someone worthy, darling.” Asmo licks his lips, his gaze flicking from your eyes to your pussy. “Let me ready you up for the toy?”

You can barely give a nod before he lunges forward.

Head from the Avatar of Lust is like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

Immediately you’re arching your back, trying to force yourself into his mouth. You pull the leash tight, looping it in your hand to pull Asmo even deeper. His tongue can’t be anything like a human’s. Not with the way it moves.

Every movement sends shockwaves through your body, rattling your brain. You’ve no idea what sounds are coming out of your mouth, but you know you’re not being quiet. Your legs kick, then wrap around his shoulders. Every part of you is devoted to keeping Asmo right between your legs and enjoying every minute of it.

You’re brought to the edge before you know it. It could’ve been minutes, could’ve been hours, could’ve been seconds - you have no idea, and when Asmo pulls away, you don’t think you could even read a watch right now.

You can process his smug grin thugh, and that just won’t do.

“Can you pass me the toy, love?” he asks sweetly, angelically, and you squeeze his head with your legs.

You do grab the dildo meant for you, but twirl it in your hand as you consider your options. Asmo is the Avatar of Lust, and he’s just always going to be capable of giving you a good time. Even the experience you’ve had with your other demons isn’t ever going to put you on par with him. Just like always, the only advantage you have is the pact.

The pact…

“Asmo,” you say slowly. He’s been watching you thinking, biting his lip, gleefully waiting for your next order. “I want to try something with the pact. I want you to tell me if you don’t like it, okay?”

Asmo’s eyes go bright pink as soon as you mention the pact. “Of course. I’ll tell you if it’s too much. Now let me know what you want to try!”

“Asmo,” you let your voice deepen, the power settling in your gut, the pact connecting you and Asmo by an invisible thread, “you’re going to be extra, extra sensitive to pleasure, okay?”

Asmo gasps.

His eyes roll up in his head and he’s writhing, rutting against the sheets, whimpering and barely able to get out, “-much, too much-”

“Less sensitive than that!” you rush to add.

Asmo stills, then drops, his head resting against your thigh. You hover your hand nearby, not sure if more touch would be welcome right now, but he reaches out and grasps it, pulling it to his lips.

You think he’s going to kiss it, but instead he pulls your thumb into his mouth and uses it to muffle his moans.

“Asmo, are you…?”

You’re about to curse yourself for being so stupid when Asmo squeezes your hand, cutting you off.

“I’d be happy to try that level of sensitivity another time, love,” he says, gaze as dreamy as when he’s talking about the latest Majolish release, “but I’m not going to be able to focus on riding you like that.”

You sit up and gently stroke his hair. Asmo’s breath hitches. He’s still more sensitive, but no longer totally overwhelmed.

“Is this better?”

“Much,” he agrees, pushing his head up against your hand. Asmo pulls himself together enough to push you back, gentle but insistent. “Now c’mon. Let me get this inside you.”

“So sweet,” you roll your eyes, but let him fumble with the dildo and hand over the lube.

Asmo gives you one more cheeky lick - annoyingly, still enough to make you buck your hips - and carefully angles the toy.

It’s the smoothest entrance you’ve ever experienced. The toy slots home perfectly, deep enough to put pressure everywhere you could want without being uncomfortable, angled to hit your most sensitive spots. You sigh and tug Asmo up by his hair to kiss him, the best way to show your thanks.

He ruts against you, the toy fucking you with the movement of his hips, but two can play at that game and your hand snakes between you to give his cock a few long strokes. He breaks the kiss with a gasp, his grin wild as he fumbles for the harness.

“Please, please, please-”

You laugh and lift your hips, letting him handle the straps. While his hands are shaking his experience shows in how quickly he’s able to get it fitted, and so you hand over his toy so he can get ready.

“Don’t I need to prepare you?” you ask, watching him as he fits the toy into the ring.

“Avatar of Lust, darling,” Asmo hums, jiggling the toy to ensure it wouldn’t come loose. “I’m always prepared. Also, I’m into a bit of pain, you know?”

“Of course.” You do find the lube for him though, lost amid the sheets, and he takes it with a smile.

“Hey, watch this!” Asmo grins. Then his mouth - splits? expands? - and before you can process what just happened, he’s deepthroating your strap-on.

You can’t exactly feel it, obviously, but the extra pressure he puts on the toy inside you and the little bumps and ridges within the harness makes you gasp, and the sight is just deeply, deeply hot. Asmo looks so pleased with himself, meeting your eyes the whole time, that you can’t help but reach down and stroke his hair.

Experimentally, you grip it in your hand - and at the way his eyes brighten, his moans sound around your strap, you begin to move him up and down the toy - gingerly at first, but then faster, harder.

It feels good, but you can tell it’s effecting Asmo more - his eyes have started to roll back and his hips thrust against the sheets. When you let him go, he sinks down to the bottom, slowly recovering enough to sit up as his mouth - shrinks? reseals? - back to normal.

“I’m pretty sure Solomon knows a few spells if you want to find out what that feels like for real,” Asmo offers, brightly but breathlessly. You consider it.

“We can talk more on that later.” Not least because you do not know how to approach Solomon with that particular question. “First, safeword?”

“Colour system until we can think of something more fun.” Asmo waves his hand dismissively, pouting when you give him a hard look. “I have done this before, you know? There’s nothing we’re planning on doing right now that would come close to my limits.”

“I need to know you’re comfortable and enjoying this, Asmo,” you insist, and suddenly his eyes go teary - in his usual, exaggerated way.

“You are just the sweetest master!” he cries. He half-collapses against you for another cuddle, but this one is short-lived. You’re going to talk more about your concerns that he considers the base level of consideration for his comfort as something so sweet, but for now you just don’t want to ruin his good mood.

While Asmo quickly prepares himself, you glance up at the mirror above the bed, the mirrors all around.

“You like to watch yourself, Asmo?” you ask.

“Mhm,” he hums, his lube-slicked fingers working quickly. “I mean, sometimes it’s just to check I still look my best, but if it’s with someone special… I like to see how we look together.”

Fuck, Asmo could be cute sometimes.

“Okay, how about you turn around then?”

“Reverse cowgirl! Or cowdemon? Sounds good!” Asmo somehow twirls gracefully on his knees, ending up straddling you facing backwards, giving you a very nice view of his ass.

You tug the leash, hard enough to force his head back - enough for him to see the mirror above.

“Oh,” Asmo says. You watch his eyes trace your bodies, up to your eyes, down to where your hand grips the leash, further to where he rests above the strap. “This will be perfect.”

You hold the strap-on steady for Asmo as he slides down, but your gaze is on his face in the mirror as he’s filled.

It starts with a little gasp, his eyes going wide and then half-lidded - but as he goes further, you can hear him moan, then whimper - his lips tremble, his back arches - and finally he throws his head back as he bottoms out, pink-yellow eyes fluttering closed.

“My my,” you say with mock-concern. “I didn’t think you’d get so affected by something like that, Asmo.”

“It’s your fault,” he whines back, a playful spark in his eyes. “The pact order…”

“Do you want me to revoke it?”

“No!” You were only teasing, but Asmo’s response has you raising an eyebrow.

He flutters his eyelashes. “Please no, Master. I want to feel good.”

“I do like how cute your reactions are,” you muse, as your other hand grips his hip. “Go on, Asmo. Show me how the Avatar of Lust rides dick.”

“Your wish is my command!”

You’re about to make another comment when Asmo rolls his hips, shifting the toy in you and pressing the textured part of the briefs right around your clit. You both groan and Asmo looks triumphant for a split second before you tug on the leash and buck your hips back up.

You’re quite prepared to go on like that, seeing who could make the other moan and whine and whimper - but Asmo has always lacked patience, and it seems he can’t resist temptation.

His next moves are anything but slow and controlled.

Asmo throws himself into motion, bouncing on your strap like his life depends on it. His back arches and his face turns upward, always facing the mirror - you watch too, as his eyes scan your body, his body, your face, how you move together-

The toy inside you moves like it’s got a mind of its own, and in the Devildom, maybe it does. All you know for sure is that it’s hitting all the right spots, Asmo’s choice perfectly filling you without any painful stretch, leaving you gasping to catch your breath.

The harness clings to you like a second skin, and the briefs massage your labia and find your clit to add the perfect amount of pressure. You’re feeling great - but Asmo is half-wild in his movements, far further along to his orgasm thanks to your command.

“Such a good boy, Asmo,” you coo, and if it comes out a little breathless Asmo can’t tease. Every movement makes his butt bounce cutely against your hips, and he’s picking up the pace - a little gasp punched out of him each time he bottoms out.

“You really couldn’t take this slow, could you?That’s alright, this is what I wanted you to do. Take your fill, you’re doing such a good job, making me feel so good. I love watching you like this, you’re so hot, Asmo, so perfect, so beautiful on my cock-”

You’re rambling but fuck is it hard to make a coherent sentence. Asmo doesn’t seem to mind, whining at your praise, one hand coming up to play with his chest, pinching his nipples and putting on a show.

“Master, so good together- wanna come with you, please, order,” Asmo whines, and while he’s even more scrambled than you are, you get the idea.

“Asmo, you only come when I do. That’s an order.”

Asmo gasps as the pact takes hold, his lips making a perfect ‘o’. He’s beautiful, he’s in his element - the pact and your combined lust driving him crazy with pleasure, the heady rush of his sin fulfilling him.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Asmo babbles, and he’s so perfect when he loses control. This is what you want to see. Not an Asmo who makes sure he’s giving you the right angles. An Asmo that chases his own pleasure while giving you yours.

And what pleasure he was giving you. The stimulation was a little less direct than getting fucked or eaten out, but it was building up - a slow, rolling climax you can feel starting in your belly and preparing to spread across your body. It’s so tempting to just close your eyes, throw your head back, and let it happen, but you want to watch Asmo, want to make sure he can see your lust, see how much you want him.

Asmo’s cock jumps with each movement, and you reach forward to wrap your hand at around it, your other hand still holding the leash. It’s an awkward angle, but it still makes Asmo’s next thrust extra eager, landing on your strap hard and taking it deep.

“Master, master, master,” Asmo chants, eyes rolling. Any other words have been fucked out of him. You’re not even jerking him off - riding your cock is giving him more than enough motion, fucking into your hand as you fuck into his ass.

He would’ve come by now if it wasn’t for your order.

The feeling of power rushes through you, sends you spinning closer to the edge. You did this. You made Asmo desire you. You made him look so free. You, and the pact, are making the Avatar of Lust go brainless with pleasure.

“Good boy,” you manage, the toy hitting every sweet spot inside you, “so good, Asmo, gonna cum, so good-”

You wrap the leash around your wrist, tight, and pull. Asmo is forced to arch his back, putting even more of himself on display in the mirror - his hands fly to the collar, but before you can worry about it being too much you realise Asmo is trying to choke himself more. His cock thrusts into your fist, his ass clenches around the strap, and his eyes meet yours in the mirror, teary and overwhelmed.

Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, spreading from your core and pulsing out until you’re curling your toes, throwing your head back, squeezing Asmo’s cock hard as it shudders in one hand and pulling the leash back with the other.

Asmo, as per your order, follows you - his cum shoots almost straight up with how far back he’s leaning, some splattering onto your hand, some marking his pretty stomach.

He lets out one last, feral cry before falling back, sliding off the strap and just barely avoiding landing right on top of you. He’s still writhing and whining, “Ma- aah-”

It takes you half a second to get the message, but Asmo is already shaking like he might come again.

“I release the order, Asmo,” you hush him, pressing a kiss to his hair as he gets his breath back. “There you go, you were so good.”

Asmo reaches for your hand and starts licking it clean, his eyes half-lidded. You keep talking to him, little nothings about how perfect he is and how good he did. You always keep a slight tension on the leash, making sure he feels the collar and knows he’s owned, cherished, protected.

You can see some awareness return to him as he takes your fingers out of his mouth and instead starts kissing your knuckles.

“I was perfect?” Asmo asks sweetly. You stroke his cheek, wiping off some of his saliva at the same time.

“You were. You are.” You take your hand away only to pull him closer, cuddling him against your chest. You’re certain he’s going to be bringing those words up in an argument with Mammon in the future, but right now he is sweet and vulnerable and needs to hear it. “I hope I lived up to the Avatar of Lust’s standards.”

“You were amazing,” Asmo gushes, and you can feel his cock twitch between you. “We’re going to have to find a good stamina charm for you - I want a whole night to try different positions, and toys, and ropes-”

While you are a little out of breath, you don’t actually feel too exhausted - Asmo did most of the physical work on this one, after all. But you’re not sure you could go another round that intense so soon. And honestly, you’d rather appreciate the experience for a little while before going again.

“Anyway,” Asmo says brightly, “time for a shower!”

He starts tugging you up. You groan but follow.

“It’s important!” Asmo insists. “It’s bad to let sweat settle on your body in bed, and semen isn’t that great of a moisturiser, and water is great for your muscles - oh, we should’ve done this at home! We could’ve had a bath!”

“Next time,” you say. Asmo beams. You’re still holding the leash, but Asmo is more leading you around now - like a dog, overeager to run ahead of its owner.

The thought makes you smile, though you think Asmo is more a bunny than a dog.

He helps you out of the harness and slowly pulls out the toy. You’re oversensitive and even as careful as Asmo is, can’t help but buck your hips.

“I hope you know it’s so hard for me to be this close and not eat you out or fuck you with the toy,” Asmo whines from his knees, putting the harness and both dildos into a little bag you assume is for “used” items.

“You’re being very good, Asmo,” you sigh and he beams. You roll your eyes and reach to unclip the leash, but he shies away. “Asmo?”

“Can I keep it on? Just for the shower, please?” He bats his eyelashes at you.

“Is it okay to get wet?” you ask on reflex before realising it’s a stupid question for something designed for use during sex. “Sure, but don’t slip and choke yourself.”

Asmo gives you a smile that says he really wouldn’t mind a little choking.

The shower is good and warm and big enough for you to stand in without touching each other if you wanted - instead, of course, Asmo is stuck to your side. He “helps” you get clean, and you help him.

You wrap yourself in a towel and go to dry Asmo off when you glance at your DDD for the first time in hours. There are a series of messages and missed calls, all seeming to stem from one angry brother.

It’s 3am.

Lucifer set a curfew for one at the latest.

“We’re screwed,” you whisper.

“Hopefully!” Asmo quips, unhelpfully.

You consider your options, and ultimately decide that another half hour won’t make much difference. You don’t rush your actions as you use the hair dryer on Asmo - diffused and at the lowest setting, per his request.

You really, really hope the sex was worth whatever Lucifer is going to punish you with.

You know, at least, that Asmo is worth that and more.

[not-d3ad-y3t]

Just take it easy, take it easy on me

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Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives/DC

Paring: The Cat King x Reader, MLM

Rating: G

Words: 665

Summary: Thomas turned into his human form. He had his hair slicked back, a purple button-up shirt, and tight leather pants, those yellow eyes staring into your soul." I am down here, looking goddamn adorable, and you're just going to ignore me?"

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It was late. About 11 o'clock late. You were taking a walk around town, It was something you did often. Late night strolls always calmed you down. The somewhat chilly air, the crickets, the stars. It was all so therapeutic. You wrapped your jacket tighter around yourself, a small shiver going down your spine.

Suddenly, you felt something soft and fluffy rub against your leg. You looked down, seeing an orange cat.

“Thomas.” You acknowledged him with a smile. You ran into him regularly. It was like he wanted to be near you at all times. Which was weird for the cat king, but you didn't really mind. He was one to isolate himself from everyone.

You continued walking as the cat followed you, meowing constantly, like he was aggravated. It was honestly kind of funny, seeing an almost immortal being begging for your attention. He liked his attention. That's something you found out fairly quickly. It was quite cute also, but that was just a bonus.

Thomas turned into his human form. He had his hair slicked back, a purple button-up shirt, and tight leather pants, those yellow eyes staring into your soul." I am down here, looking goddamn adorable, and you're just going to ignore me?"

You smiled, turning to look at him with a raised eyebrow. His arms were crossed with a childish pout on his face. Like he was a kid who didn't get what they wanted.

“Pay attention to me-” he whined, the only light illuminating him was the streetlight above, which make his eyes shine. He was beautiful, that you couldn't deny, but his needy personality drowned that all out.

You didn't mind giving him the attention he craved, but you just loved his pouty face when he didn't get what he wanted. He turned himself back into a cat, stepping in front of you, trying to make you stop walking by blocking your pathway.

You chuckled and gave in, picking him up. He immediately nuzzled into you. Rubbing his head under your chin, purring.

“Happy now?” He meowed, so you took that as a yes. He purred as you scratched under his chin.“I'm starting to think you like me.”

You could hear a tiny growl come from him. Maybe he likes you. A big MAYBE. He would never admit, though. You were simply the mortal he liked getting pets from… Okay, perhaps he liked you.

He cared about you and he hated it. He loved how you were always so gentle with him. And with you, he felt less… Lonely. The many years alone with a ton of trust issues made it hard for him to bond with anyone really. But you were different.“Admit it, you love me.”

Though he was scared. What if you didn't like him as much when he was a human. For someone whose persona is being an arrogant, cocky bastard, but he was terrified deep down under.

He buried his face in your chest as you pet him, purring softly, though loud enough that you could hear. You ran your fingers through his fluffy fur, enjoying the softness. He let his guard down with you, he trusted you.

You continued walking until he jumped out of your arms, turning himself back into a human for the second time. You didn't question it as he walked with you down the sidewalk. There was silence before Thomas broke it.

“Why do you keep me around?” He asked.

“Because you're not so bad once you get used to your creeping around.”

You leaned in and kissed his cheek. A blush growing on his face.

“I'll see you tomorrow, Thomas.” With that, you walked away. You turned your head back and gave him a smile. He stared, putting his hand on his cheek. He felt a tingling sensation where your lips met his face. His heart skipped a beat when you looked back. He turned around, walking back to his warehouse he called a home.

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hotel room

summary: about 800 words, short little drabble on the one bed trope with wilbur. Wilbur and reader are very close friends. for the lovely @toiletwipes <3

not proof read sns

a/n: sorry if the formatting is weird, I wrote this at work on mobile :')

Wilbur was an idiot. Plain and simple. An absolute fool. What other explanation could there be for this situation he had put you both in?

Wilbur had been the one to suggest booking a hotel room instead of driving a few hours back to your american friend's apartment. He found a nice enough place and all for a pretty good price. He only made one mistake.

There was only one damn bed. Even worse, it was just a tad too small for you to both fit comfortably without being rather close.

"Wilbur, what the hell are we going to do now?" you laughed at him, his face was proper flushed, muttering something about how he was tired when he booked the room.

"I didn't think to check, I had assumed there would be two beds," he glared at you as you continued to giggle, "It's not that funny darling, if you keep laughing I might just make you sleep on the floor." You stopped and gaped at him.

"Uh-uh, nope, you fucked up, you're sleeping on the floor. It's either that or we'll have to share it.." you trailed off as your face heated at the thought.

It's not like it would be the end of the world. Only it was. As much as you hated to admit it, you liked Wilbur a lot. Much more than the friendship you currently shared. Wilbur didn't need to know that, though. Him and his stupidly cute face..

He smirked at you and teased, "Oh yeah? I'm sure you'd like that a lot, wouldn't you, sweetheart?" He stepped closer to you, and your eyes focused on the ground, finding it very interesting at this moment.

His hand lifted your chin up to face him before leaning in to whisper in your ear, "Go on darling, use your words."

Your face became impossibly flushed, stuttering while attempting to find the right thing to say. Wilbur had always been flirty with you, but this seemed different. He stepped back, laughing and shaking his head.

"I'm just teasing you, my love, I'll sleep on the floor since it was me who-"

"No, we can share. It's fine," you cut him off speaking quickly. You covered your mouth as soon as the words escaped. Shit. There is no way you just said that out loud.

He smiled at you a little confused, "Alright then, whatever you like. I'll take the bags while you get changed, yeah?"

Your mind was racing, but you managed a nod, grabbing a large t-shirt and some rather short shorts. After practically running to the bathroom and changing, you headed back over to Wilbur.

He had already gotten ready for bed and was scrolling through his phone, waiting for you to join him. You cautiously slid into bed beside him, trying to give him enough room, but barely having any yourself.

"Seriously, love?" Wilbur chuckled, motioning for you to come closer, "Come here, you're going to fall." You obliged, scooting next to him and getting comfortable as he wraps his arms around you. You were blushing intensely, his scent enveloping you. He tangled his legs with yours so that neither of you were hanging off the edge and brought you even closer to him.

If that wasn't enough to make you flustered, what he did next definitely was.

He squeezed you gently and pressed a kiss onto your forehead, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He chuckled when your breath hitched, knowing the effect he had on you.

"Darling, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you might have a fever from how warm you're getting," he spoke lowly, teasing again, "Would you like to explain yourself?"

Once again, you were at a loss for words, as if he had stolen them from you. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy as he pulled back to look at you again.

"Hmm, struggling, are we? Gods, you're adorable, you know that?" He smiled, glancing down at your lips.

Somehow, that snapped you out of your speechless state. "I am not adorable! I am a menace to society! How dare you even sugg-"

He cut off your ramble with a kiss, cautious at first and then confident when you kissed him back. His hands traveled from your back down to your hips and squeezing. You gasped, mouth opening and he took the opportunity to explore you further.

When you finally pulled back for air, looking up at him, his pupils were blown wide, face red and lips swollen. He smiled so big his eyes crinkled at the corners. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that, my love?"

"Yeah? I dont know, maybe you should kiss me again just so I can be sure," you smiled back at him, closing the short distance between the two of you once more.

You guessed it was safe to say he liked you back. He was still an idiot, no doubt. But he was your idiot.

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THE THREADS THAT BIND

CHAPTER THREE

MASTERPOST for summary/info/chapter list

a/n: Solomon makes an appearance! This story takes place in the OG timeline so Barbatos doesn't hate him lol. However, I like to think that Barbatos is not generally inclined to ask Solomon for help, especially if it's something he believes he can handle himself.

GN!MC x Barbatos | word count: 1,829

Warnings: Solomon lol, but otherwise there is a time when MC is dealing with pain from the curse again, though briefly

That day at RAD, Barbatos stayed by your side as you went to each of your classes. Lucifer and Diavolo were the only people that knew what was going on. Everybody else seemed too nervous to ask either of you about it. You supposed this was because if anybody got too close, Barbatos would smile at them. It was the terrifying smile he sometimes used and it was more than enough to deter any probing questions.

There were some people who were less affected by that particular smile, though. You were sitting between Solomon and Barbatos in class when Solomon leaned over to you and said, "I see you've been cursed and gained yourself a butler attendant."

Of course Solomon could tell you were cursed. It would be weird if he didn't notice. You were about to tell him all about what had happened when Barbatos cut in.

"It is none of your concern," he said lightly.

Solomon sat back and laughed. "I'm sorry, but I have to disagree. This is my adorable apprentice. I hardly think them being cursed is none of my concern."

"It was an accident," you said, trying to intervene before things got problematic. "I was practicing a spell and got it wrong, that's all."

Solomon frowned. "You must have gotten it really wrong if you cursed yourself instead."

You felt Barbatos's hand on your leg, squeezing tightly. He was likely thinking of earlier when you said he should tell Solomon the truth. You patted his hand underneath the table, hoping to reassure him that you wouldn't give away his secret.

You smiled at Solomon. "I don't suppose you know the counter curse for something like this, do you?"

Solomon looked you over, as though he was calculating the full effects of the curse itself. "I'm not sure," he admitted at last. "Is it a binding curse?"

"It has these threads," you said.

You were about to describe it more, but Solomon interrupted you. "Ah, okay, it's a thread binding curse. It hurts you when Barbatos leaves your side, doesn't it?"

Solomon was the best sorcerer in the three realms, of course he knew about the curse. But you were still surprised. "Yeah, exactly," you said.

"I don't know how you managed to do that to yourself, MC," Solomon said with a playful smile. "But I can sense that there are those who believe that it's none of my business, so I'll just take your word for it. Let me look into this curse, okay? I might be able to find the counter curse for you."

"That would be great," you said. "Thanks."

The rest of the class passed without incident. Though you were sure it was only a matter of time before Solomon found out exactly what had really happened.

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When you were done at RAD for the day, Barbatos escorted you back to the Demon Lord's Castle. You spent the evening following him around - sitting in the kitchen watching him make dinner, lingering around while he did laundry, following him to Diavolo's office to check on the prince and bring him tea while he worked. There was something easy and casual about it. You found yourself doing little things for him without even realizing it - handing him a spoon in the kitchen, helping him match socks, arranging the cookies on the plate he brought Diavolo with his tea.

The two of you also spent some time reading through books about curses, trying to find the counter curse for your current predicament. Barbatos didn't comment on the earlier conversation you'd had with Solomon at RAD. You wondered if Solomon would find the solution before you did. The likelihood of that happening seemed pretty high to you.

As you were reading through various books, your D.D.D. went off almost continually. The brothers were not happy about the fact that you weren't coming back to the House of Lamentation for the foreseeable future. You were sending them messages trying to console them, letting them know that you still cared about them, that you'd be home soon.

Even as you sent those messages, you felt a little guilty. You loved the brothers, of course you did, but you found you really enjoyed being in Barbatos's company, too. Dinner had been especially pleasant with Diavolo there, the three of you chatting about this and that.

Diavolo had been extremely concerned about the curse when Barbatos told him about it. He was not pleased, not just because of his butler being cursed, but because an exchange student like yourself had been cursed as well. Barbatos had managed to convince him that it would be all right, that you would find a way to break it in time. And Diavolo seemed to trust his word. And so did you.

Eventually, the day came to a close and you began to get tired, yawning now and again. You tried to hide it, keeping yourself focused on the books in front of you, but you should have known that wouldn't work.

"I think perhaps we should go to sleep now, MC," Barbatos said, closing the book he was reading and looking at you carefully. "We can continue this research tomorrow."

"All right," you said, knowing it would be pointless to argue with him. "But I feel like we're no closer than we were when we started. I hope Solomon is having some luck."

Barbatos stood up from the table, gathering the books in a neat stack. "I appreciate you not divulging the truth of our situation at RAD earlier today."

You sat back and crossed your arms. "I only did that because you were squeezing me so hard. I still think you should tell him."

Barbatos shook his head. "I must ask you not to interfere with this."

"I won't," you said, mostly because you didn't want to upset Barbatos. You supposed it was a matter of pride for him. He likely felt he should be able to handle a bothersome sorcerer on his own.

You stood up from the table and followed him as he led you out of the room. It wasn't long before you were at the door to your guest room. He opened it for you and then followed you inside.

You looked around the room. You had enough things for now, but if this went on for much longer, you'd have to go back to the House of Lamentation just to pick up more clothes.

You sighed a little and turned to Barbatos, who was standing just inside the room. "Aren't you going back to your room? You must be tired, too."

Barbatos chuckled. "I'm afraid my room is too far from this location to allow you to sleep comfortably if I do that."

The truth of this statement hit you like a ton of bricks. Of course he couldn't leave! Last night, it was clear that he had spent the whole night in the chair beside your bed. He wasn't thinking about doing that again, was he?

Then again, you weren't entirely sure just how far he could go before you started to feel ill. You frowned. "Are you sure?"

Barbatos blinked in confusion. "Fairly certain, yes."

"Let's test it," you said, moving past him and back out into the hall.

He followed directly on your heels. "MC, I must insist-"

"No, I need to know how much distance we can have between us," you said, starting off down the hallway.

Barbatos followed you. "MC, this is really unnecessary. You'll only-"

You stopped and turned around abruptly, putting a hand out. This caused Barbatos's chest to bump into your flat palm. He frowned.

"Just humor me, okay? Stop moving. Stay right here," you said.

Barbatos was clearly not pleased with this idea, but he took a single step back from you. The way he remained still indicated to you that he wouldn't follow you again.

You turned back around and started walking. You found you felt perfectly fine. Perhaps it wasn't as bad as you had previously thou-

It was like you had crossed an invisible threshold. You felt the same nausea as you had before when you had first woken up and Barbatos left your room. As you kept going, the headache sprang up. You forced yourself to continue. You were feeling sick, but it wasn't so bad that you couldn't walk. You weren't even slowing down, really. So you kept up your pace, continuing on down the hall.

And then it hit you. The sickness was one thing, but this was different. It was a pain that seared through your heart. It was an emptiness, a hollow that yawned in your spirit, miring you heavily in something you could only describe as despair. As though you had lost everything. The pain was overwhelming and you fell to your knees, hitting the ground hard before catching yourself on your palms. Tears were streaming down your face.

The pain eased almost immediately as Barbatos nearly ran to your side, his hands on your arms. You looked up at him and it felt like that hole had been patched, carefully and thoroughly. Like you were whole again. You stopped crying, but you were suddenly so tired. You sighed and let your head fall again.

"MC," Barbatos said.

"I'm sorry," you said. "You were right. I didn't believe it was that bad."

"This is the nature of the curse," Barbatos said. "As you see, it is better if I stay close to you. I will simply sleep in the guest room beside yours."

You almost groaned. Of course he would do that. You had forgotten there was a room right next to yours. That should be close enough for you to be okay.

You reached out, holding onto his arms. Barbatos understood immediately and helped you stand, though he didn't let you go. You couldn't stand without him at that moment anyway, so you leaned on him heavily.

"So you'll be here?" you asked, indicating the door next to yours as he helped you back down the hallway.

"Yes," Barbatos said. "You should be all right with that short distance."

You started to regain your strength, finding you could walk without his assistance by the time you got back to the bedroom door. You pulled away from him gently, carefully wiping the tears off your face.

You forced yourself to smile at him. "All right," you said. "Then… I'll see you in the morning."

"I look forward to that moment," Barbatos said with a smile. "Good night, MC."

"Good night, Barbatos," you said, watching as he actually bowed to you briefly before going through the other door.

You went back into your own room and sat on the bed, sighing. You had forgotten just how horrible that feeling had been the first time Barbatos left your side. You wouldn't be making that mistake again. You felt heavy as you stood up and began to get ready for bed.

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Gracie Abrams Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Nick Burkhardt - Nick Burkhardt Imagine [Grimm]

Title: Gracie Abrams Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Nick Burkhardt

Pairing: Nick Burkhardt X Reader

Word Count: 2,197 words

Warning(s): brief mention of past trauma (non-specific), fear of commitment, fear of death/injury, Wesen racism

Summary: Three songs by Gracie Abrams that would describe a relationship with Nick Burkhardt.

Author's Note: I hope this will somewhat make up for the fact that I haven't been able to do a writing challenge for Gracie's newest album.

I could've put Tough Love in here to talk about (Y/n) and Monroe, but I only do three at a time, y'know?

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Let It Happen

No, I know I'm a walking contradiction and it shows Got a history of being in control I'm aware that I could end up here alone

-- third person p.o.v --

Usually when Nick found himself sitting in Monroe's house, it was to find out the truth about some kind of Wesen that was attacking people.

This conversation was something different entirely. Somehow less serious but more tense. A feeling that Nick would be happy to never experience again.

Monroe called him over, saying that they needed to talk about something important. There wasn't much more said on the phone except for the preface that the talk was going to be focused on (Y/n), which was enough to get Nick to go over as fast as possible.

Monroe and Nick sat at Monroe's table for what felt like hours. A strange silence settled over them. For Nick, it was tense. He was worried that (Y/n) had gotten hurt or that he had done something to upset them. For Monroe, it was awkward. He wasn't sure that this conversation was his to have but felt like he should. He saw (Y/n) as a sibling and siblings were supposed to protect each other.

Monroe nervously cleared his throat before finally speaking up, "I... I have a question to ask."

"Okay," Nick replied, feeling his leg shaking as he tried to stop overthinking how this conversation was going to go.

"And it might be a weird question," Monroe added. "I don't even know if it's my business and you don't need to tell me anything. I would like if you did because the rest of the conversation kinda relies on that-"

"Monroe," Nick cut him off. "What is it?"

"Do you... have feelings for (Y/n)?"

There was a brief moment where it felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. So much for thinking he had been subtle. "Uh, yeah. Lucky guess."

"Well... it was Rosalee's guess more than mine," Monroe admitted.

"Great, so everyone just knows?"

"I didn't say that. The two of us had been talking about it and I got worried."

"Worried?" Nick could've scoffed. "You don't think that I'd do something-"

"No, no, of course not." Monroe shook his head. "It's just that I've (Y/n) for a while now. They've been through... a lot."

"Okay." Nick nodded slowly.

"They don't trust a lot of people. I mean, even getting them to trust me was a long process. I mean, seriously, years. But... that's not important right now. What is important is that I care about them. I've seen them get through a lot of crap and I want to see them happy. They deserve it.

"And I can see it when you two talk sometimes. They want... something. Maybe it's just to open up. Maybe it's something more. I'm not sure, but I can see it. I just..."

"What," Nick asked.

"I don't want you to get (Y/n) to trust you just for something to happen that'll screw that up."

"Monroe," Nick leaned forward on the table. "I care about (Y/n) a lot. I know that you do too. I don't know what I'm gonna do. I don't know how they feel yet or if it would be safe. But I promise, if something happens, I'll do everything in my power to make sure that I never let them down."

"Thank you."

"There's nothing to thank me for-"

Monroe held his hand up. "You gave me a little peace of mind... that's enough."

There was a pause between them before Nick spoke up again, "So, when do I get threatened that you'll kill me if I hurt them?"

"Was that not implied," Monroe asked. He woged quickly.

"Message received."

The Blue

You came out of the blue like that I never could've seen you coming I think you're everything I've wanted

Rosalee's shop was a place of comfort. Maybe it was because it was more often filled with the few people that I considered to be my friends. Or maybe it was simply because it catered mostly to Wesen.

No matter what the reason. It felt natural to find my way there after I had almost been killed.

"How are you feeling," Rosalee asked as she handed me a mug of tea.

"Fine," I muttered. "I... I don't know if it's really hit me yet."

"That's understandable," she replied. "You're welcome to stay here as long as you need. Let me know if you need me, okay? I'll just be out front."

"Thank you," I said. "For all of this."

"You're welcome." she grinned.

As she turned around to walk to the front, I heard the bell above the door ringing. A few seconds later, Nick was rushing into the room.

"Are you okay," he asked. "I told you to get checked by the paramedics."

"I'm fine," I insisted. "It was just a little shock. Those assholes didn't get a chance to hurt me. How did you even find out I was here?"

"It doesn't matter-"

"Did Rosalee call you?"

"(Y/n), it doesn't matter," he said. "You were almost killed."

"They wish that they could get that close."

He ran his hands over his face.

"Nick, look at me." I stood up, walking over to him. "I'm fine. Might have a bruise or two but other than that, I'm perfectly fine. I'm healthy and safe."

I watched his eyes scan over me.

"You've been in much worse shape than I am right now." I shrugged.

I tensed when he stepped forward and hugged me. My face felt warm. My thoughts were going at a hundred miles an hour. I had spent a long time avoiding my feelings and a major part of that was avoiding any physical touch when I could. I awkwardly hugged him back.

"I'm happy that you're okay," he mumbled. I closed my eyes for a moment.

"Thanks," I replied before abruptly stepping back.

I felt like I could've been knocked over by how he was looking at me. There was just so much worry and care. I hadn't seen that look in a very long time. Even then, it wasn't nearly as intense as this.

I don't know what came over me. I don't think that I even thought about my actions before I had committed to them. All I knew was that one moment I was looking at Nick and the next moment I was leaning forward and kissing him.

I was going to pull away a second after I had done it. But I couldn't before Nick had the chance to pull me closer to him.

I had never experienced a time where something felt so tense yet so correct. Like this was going to happen no matter what. A question of when instead of if. It was all depending on how long it took me to do something about it.

Nick pulled back a few moments later, slowly grinning at me.

It felt like it took ages for my mind to catch up to what had happened.

"Sorry," I mumbled, not fully convinced that I had caught my breath. "I... I don't know what came over me-"

"Don't apologize," he cut me off. "I'm glad that you did."

"Oh," I replied, slowly nodding. "I... I really like you, Nick."

"I'd be a bit confused if you didn't."

I felt my face warm up again as I looked away from him. "I'm telling you how I feel about you and you're being a smartass."

He chuckled. "I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you."

"How do you plan to do that?"

"Over dinner. If you'd like."

I grinned. "That sounds nice."

He leaned forward and kissed me again. Suddenly, I felt like I was completely certain of a choice that I had made.

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You could do better You should walk out It's now or never I took the most that you could offer I'm gonna drag you right down to the bottom

I let out a huff as I tossed the unopened envelope on the counter.

All it took was the lack of information on the outside for me to know what it was. I was simply too tired to deal with it today.

"That sigh rattled the house."

I jumped when I heard Nick's voice. "Holy shit!"

He held his hands up. "Sorry, sorry! Didn't mean to spook you."

"Why aren't you at work? It's 2 in the afternoon."

"Case got solved this morning, took the rest of the day off," he said simply. "What was that sigh about?"

"Nothing important," I replied.

"It's not that unmarked envelope?"

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"What? I'm a detective, I see things." he shrugged. "Let me see it."

"Nick-"

He reached over and grabbed it before I had a chance to stop him. If I didn't trust him so much, I would have been a little bit quicker.

I watched his face change from when he opened the letter to when he finished reading it. It wasn't a long note. None of them had been. They were only ever a few lines about the purity of Wesen and how sorry I would be if I didn't listen to them. At first, they churned my stomach, but after a while, they just became a nuisance. Whoever was giving them to me was a coward anyway; they never fulfilled their threats.

"Is this the first note that you've gotten like this," Nick asked after a moment.

"No," I admitted. "I've gotten a few of them. I just throw them out."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why worry you with them? Whoever sent them hasn't actually done anything besides send the notes. Not much we could do about it."

"I could have," he argued. "I'm a cop. I could've... I could've tried to do something."

There was a long pause. I watched Nick's eyes scan over the note over and over again. As if he was looking for the identity of the writer to just pop out at him. I sighed, snatching it from his hands. I did what I had done with the rest of those notes: threw it in the trash to never be looked at again.

"Maybe you should go," Nick muttered.

"What?"

"I think that you should go," he repeated.

"Go where?"

"I think it would be for the best if we separated," he explained.

I scoffed. "Bullshit!"

"(Y/n)..."

"Nick, I'm not going to leave because of a few vague threats-"

"And what happens when I get you killed?" he cut me off. I furrowed my eyebrows. "We've... We've seen what's happening with Rosalee and Monroe. Rosalee had a brick thrown through the shop window! And that's just because they're two different kinds of Wesen! Imagine what they would do to someone who's with a Grimm!"

I ran my hands over my face. I understood that he was scared but this all seemed crazy.

"I... I won't be the reason that you get hurt. I'm already putting you in enough danger because of the keys and the royals and all of the other crap that comes with this life. And maybe it's too late to protect you from that. Maybe they know too much about you already and that's my fault. But this... I could protect you fully from this if I let you go."

"Nick..." I stepped forward. "If... If you want me to go, then I will. But only if you want me to. I'm not going to leave you just because some idiots think that I should be with 'my own kind'. I... I love you, Nick. I'm not going to let someone chase me away from that."

He didn't respond for a moment. He just stared at me. As if he was testing me. Testing how long I would stand there without him saying whether or not he wanted me there.

"Tell me what you want-"

My words were cut short by him pulling me forward and kissing me. I froze for a moment before touching the sides of his face. He pulled back a few seconds later, not moving very far away from me. My arms moved around his neck.

"I don't want you to leave," he muttered to me.

"Good," I replied. "I didn't want to leave. Plus, I'm pretty sure that I'd be safer with you than on my own."

He leaned his forehead against mine, closing his eyes.

"We'll be okay," I almost whispered. "No matter what."

He grinned at me as his eyes opened again.

"I don't care what danger I'm in when I'm with you," I promised. "I just care that I'm with you."

"I'm sorry. God, I'm an idiot."

"Sometimes." I nodded. I kissed his cheek. "But that's okay."

"Thanks," he mumbled sarcastically before pulling into a hug.

I closed my eyes, hiding my face in his shoulder.

"I love you too," he muttered. As if he was keeping it a secret from someone even though we were the only people in the house. "Didn't say it earlier."

I smiled to myself. I had never doubted that for a second.

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mando, orgasm denial

"Mate," Max bites his lip. "This cannot be fun."

Lando basically growls at him and says "will you just get on with it" and Max assumed he meant make him come until Lando bats his hand away and says not that.

"What do you actually want, Bob?" He's used to an element of chaos in the bedroom, Lando's urge to do weird things even he can't always explain an ever-present concern but this is just confusing.

"Oh for fuck's sake." Lando wriggles round, grabs his boxers, puts them back on. Like this is going to be one of their more serious conversations and he doesn't want his cock to hear about it. "I want you to, like, not let me come."

"But... why?" Lando loves coming. On Max, in Max, over his own hand, wherever. Max has a horrible feeling a fleshlight might have ended up involved over lockdown and just tries not to think about it, like, ever.

"I dunno?" Lando shrugs and flops back on their bed, nudges Max with his knee. "It just feels, like, not good but it is, kind of and then when I do it's like, really good."

He can't help wrinkling his nose. "When have you ever not come twice a day?"

"Sometimes," Lando says, primly, closing his eyes. "I don't when I'm like, in Qatar or wherever."

"What the fuck?"

"I don't wanna be arrested, what'd you do if I was in jail forever?"

Max doesn't want to think about any of this but especially not that. "Mate, I don't know if I want to - like, I like getting you off. I don't wanna hurt you or something."

"You won't." Lando says it with a deeply annoying level of confidence. "You'll just make me complain for, like, an hour and then I'll come on your face."

He contemplates it for a few moments, lying down next to Lando to think through how he'll make this work. "Ok."

They snuggle into each other for a moment, Lando biting at Max's ear and getting comfy against his side, slinging a leg over him. It gives shape to the vague thing Max had been turning over in his brain, not exactly an experienced scene-planner or whatever.

"C'mon," he tucks an arm round Lando, pushes his hips up against Max's. "You're allowed a minute."

Lando pouts. "What?"

"You can -" Max isn't great at dirty talk, can admit this to himself but it's kind of ok with them. "- hump my leg or whatever. One minute."

Lando looks at him incredulously for a minute and mumbles something about "mate" but then puts his head back down against Max's shoulder, rolls his hips. Max fishes his phone out of his pocket, finds the timer app.

"Go on then, you've got 40 seconds now."

"Fuck off," bites Lando but his dick's hot and heavy against Max's leg, properly turned on already. Max imagines he can feel the wetness that Lando always leaks, excited, through his boxers even if it's actually just sweat.

"Alright, times up."

Lando makes an extremely aggrieved sound, for someone who literally, specifically asked for this. And Max might - he's not really into this sort of thing, wouldn't tie Lando up or whatever but they do like annoying each other.

"You asked for it," he reaffirms. "How long do you think you can last before you get to do that again?"

Lando makes a huffy noise. "I dunno. Ten minutes?"

"Hmm," Max sets an alarm for 20. Plays with the hair at the back of Lando's neck, strokes down the knobs of the top of his spine, feels the way his fingertips make the fine hairs on Lando's skin stand up, like all of Lando is irresistibly attracted to being near Max.

He's shifting, restless but almost suspiciously quit, just leaning into Max and breathing softly against his neck. It's so comfy they're both well settled, Max halfway to asleep by the time the alarm goes.

"Oh, see - you can be good. I reckon you can have two minutes for that."

Quiet Lando might have been being but his dick's been throbbing up against Max's leg, warm and tense, the uncomfortable situation of being trapped in Lanhdo's boxers clear. Max actually has to use some force to push back against Lando, stop him literally humping him through the mattress.

"Oi," Max wrestles him a bit, when the timer chimes. "Stop it."

Lando whines. "I wanna."

"Nope." Max pinches the back of his neck, knows he isn't hurting Lando but wants to get his attention back somewhere other than his pants. "You wanted to wait."

"Maaaa-aaaaax," Lando singsongs and Max squeezes him, cuddles him down. Feels the restless, twitchy movements of Lando trying not to hump him die down, like he's actually desperate to be good. It's a weird sort of power and not one he's that into but is kind of fun, maybe, just sometimes.

"I'm gonna time 15 minutes," he presses a kiss, gentle, to Lando's sweaty forehead. "And then I'm gonna make you come."

Lando whines again but puts an arm around Max, squishes him once like it's an agreement.

After five minutes Max says "do you wanna come in your pants? Or on my face? You can think about it while we're waiting, baby."

The noise Lando makes, like a dying animal, is satisfying in a way he doesn't want to explore.

Five more minutes later, stroking his hand down the fine sweat on Lando's shoulder blades, he adds some more thoughts. "I guess you could come in me, if you want me to open myself up? I could finger myself for you, Bob. Get myself all wet for you. You could watch-" "Fuck," Lando bites his shoulder. "Shut up."

When the timer goes, Lando makes a move to climb up Max but he's ready for it, uses Lando's horny distraction as an advantage to flip him onto his back and get Max's hand in his boxers. It's over in a few strokes, Lando coming up his own abs for a drawn-out, limb-twisting orgasm that makes him writhe and pant.

Lando's legs are shaky, awkward to bend when Max strips his boxers off and uses them to clean up the mess on his twitching stomach. Bending down after, he presses a kiss just below Lando's belly button, where he's always been sensitive, to feel the muscles jump.

"What you wanted, Bob?"

Lando just hums something, holds his arms out for Max to fold himself into.

Just on the brink of them drifting into a nap, Max catches "do wanna fuck you now, though" and slaps Lando's arm, rubbing his nose into his collarbone like they can get more entwined.

[unclewaynemunson]

Hmm. So you picture Nancy staring at Robin in her Scoops outfit hmm?

Obvious prompt is Obvious then. Nancy and Robin go to the back room for some inappropriate use of ice cream toppings. ;)

Oooohh i like this one a lot, thank you for sending it in!! I do have to admit I'm not very comfortable writing anything too explicit on here so I kiiinda cheated a little bit, but I hope you still like it anyway!

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'Seriously, again?' Robin says when the doorbell chimes and she turns around to see Eddie Munson stroll into the ice cream parlor. 'No one can need that much ice cream, Munson.'

'Two scoops of banana, please, Buckley,' is the only thing he says in reply.

'I know why you're here,' Robin says in a low voice, leaning over the counter to make sure he can still hear her. 'You can only sit snuggled up in a booth sharing banana splits with Nancy Wheeler so many times before the whole town catches up to what's going on between the two of you. I have to admit, I did not expect you to be into girls like Nancy Wheeler, but congrats, I guess.' She tries her best not to sound too jealous about it; they make a cute couple. It doesn't matter that Robin's heart basically leaps out of its chest every time Nancy shows up in the store. It doesn't matter that Robin thinks about her every night before she falls asleep. Right?

But to her surprise, Eddie doesn't get flustered one bit at her comment. Instead, he bursts out in loud laughter, throwing his head back and slapping his hand onto the counter.

'What's so funny?'

'You are embarrassingly wrong, Buckley. Wheeler's not here for me,' he says, with a strangely intense glance at her.

Robin gasps. 'She's still into Steve?' she asks. She doesn't know why that surprises her; it wouldn't be the first time Steve effortlessly captures the attention of the girl Robin is pining for, anyway.

But Eddie groans, then dramatically ducks down to bury his head in his arms on the counter.

'Jesus, Robin, can you get any more dense? You seriously haven't noticed the heart eyes she's making at you all the time?'

Robin stares at him, lost for words for a good few seconds – something that doesn't happen often. 'At... me?'

'Yeah, you idiot. I thought you knew and were just waiting for the right moment to make your move. I've seen the way you look at her, you're not exactly subtle about it. Nancy and me, we bonded over our shared love for Scoops Ahoy employees in weird sailor outfits that accentuate thighs unfairly well and losing our gay little minds over that.'

Robin squints at him. This is too much new information at once; she feels like her head is going to explode. 'Are you saying you're into Steve?'

Eddie holds her gaze for a couple of seconds, but doesn't say anything.

'You know what,' he eventually breaks the silence, 'Keep your banana ice cream. Nancy should be here any moment, I'll just... give you girls some privacy.' He winks and starts walking backwards to the door. He's probably going for smooth, but blindly bumps into one too many tables to succeed at that. He waves at her from the doorway, then disappears into the crowds of people walking around the mall.

🍨

Only a few minutes later, Nancy shows up, looking pretty as ever, with her hair perfectly styled and a pastel pink dress that highlights her waist in a truly unfair way and shows more skin of her legs than Robin can handle.

'Can I have some strawberry, please?' she politely asks Robin.

Robin trusts Eddie: she knows he would never play a cruel prank with her feelings. So now she just has to be brave.

She takes a deep breath, then leans over the counter like she did with Eddie before. But this time, she also grazes her hand over Nancy's arm. Her skin feels warm and smooth under her fingertips

'A little birdie told me you're not actually here for ice cream, Nance,' she says in a soft voice.

Nancy's cheeks immediately turn an adorable shade of red.

'I –'

'Don't worry,' Robin says with a wink, her heart losing all its sense of rhythm completely, but trying not to let her nervousness show. 'We got some special flavors in the back. You wanna try them out?'

Before Nancy can say anything, Robin opens the window behind her.

'Steve!' she yells. 'Your turn to scoop. I need a break.'

He frowns as she guides Nancy with her to the back, but doesn't say anything and takes his place behind the counter.

'Special flavors, huh?' Nancy asks her. A shy smile is playing around her lips, as if she knows exactly what Robin is up to.

'Yeah,' Robin whispers. She hardly recognizes herself. When did she get this brave? Was there something in the chocolate chip ice cream she ate before her shift started? 'Wanna taste?'

Nancy leans into her; Robin feels how her hands find their way to Robin's waist, gently tugging her closer.

Nancy's lips are soft and they taste like the strawberry ice cream she hasn't even eaten yet. Robin can't help the surprised sound that escapes from her mouth, causing Nancy to pull her even closer, hungrily licking into her mouth. Robin is swaying on her feet, but Nancy pulls back before they can lose themselves into their kiss completely.

'Tastes good,' she whispers against the skin of Robin's throat. 'I think I tasted some chocolate chip. But I might have to check, just to make sure.'

Robin immediately pulls her in for another kiss; Nancy's right hand wanders over the edge of Robin's sailor shirt, just a gentle teasing of fingers over skin, driving Robin completely crazy already.

'Nance,' she whispers into Nancy's mouth, not entirely wanting to let go, but still knowing that there's a whole legion of customers just on the other side of the window.

'Hm?'

'It's, like, half an hour before closing time. How about I get you that strawberry ice cream and you wait till I'm done? We can hang out back here, maybe try out some of the toppings...' She pauses, letting a suggestive silence fill the air between them.

Nancy nods eagerly. She has a dazed look in her eyes that Robin has never seen there before and that's kind of making her lose her mind.

'I'd like that,' she says.

'Good.' Robin pulls her in for a final kiss, with the promise of what will happen after her shift already tasting sweet on her lips.

[plaindangan]

Pokémon AU:

"Peko use Return!" *Afflict 1 damage* never would Fuyuhiko though that her Pekoslayer (Normal/Dark) could so sad with him!On the other hand, when Hajime order the Peko to use "Return" the damage is of 102!What does it mean!And...is that 5 others PekoSlayer in his team?No wait, come back here!

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Fuyuhiko doesn't get it. He's made sure to take multiple classes on handling Pekoslayer's before. Concerning their diet, how much exercise they needed, proper handling on their emotional needs to like play and rest - he was pretty much an expert on them...least so he thought?

Yet, for his Pekoslayer it seems like she still was missing...something? There she stood out side of her Ball. Her body covered in dark green fur that covered her upper chest and a deal of her strong rabbit like hips, feet and, well, ass-et (though not enough on the latter - meaning her large, very jiggly, tushy was usually out for her Trainer to take notice). Her large rabbit ears were folded down in frustration, cheeks openly in a scowl and face looking quite red. Fuyuhiko also noticed that she has been thumping her leg very recently and even crossing them when she was around or, in extreme cases, was bumping up against tall objects or rod shaped things. Was....was this Pekoslayer trying to say she was that furious with him?

Try as Fuyuhiko might he was never able to figure out what's gotten her so angry with him. What was he doing wrong?

It gotten so bad, he had to call in a friend. One of the best trainers on Jabberwock Island - Hajime Hinata, and a close friend to him. Hajime arrived at Fuyuhiko's home pretty quickly after hearing a pal was in need

"Hey, Fuyuhiko!! Got your message, heard your Pekoslayer needed training in getting it to like you and use Return properly?"

"Hey!! Fuckin' yeah, man! I just tried everything and, well, I really don't know what to do. What am I fuckin' up in with her?" the blonde admitted, pretty distressed from his dilemma. But not worry, Hajime is here!!

"It's okay, being a Trainer has its up and downs. I'll see what I can do to-........" Hm? Hajime suddenly stopped in his tracks and for good reason, as Pekoslayer had taken to using its constantly held item, a large wooden stick it molded into a kendo stick, as a means of pseudo pole dancing and grinding on it. A pink blush had settled on Hajime's cheek as he instantly realized what was happening, but Fuyuhiko didn't and even looked more distressed.

"See? I told ya she keeps doing weird dances, Arceus is tryin' to tell me I'm just that awful..." Now to this, Hajime shook his head and began looking around as he realized that, for being one of the sanest guys Hajime met, Fuyuhiko is dense with this kind of stuff.

"N-not exactly, well..." Arceus, this was more difficult than Hajime thought it would be. "....Say, Fuyuhiko do you trust me?"

"Huh, like yeah? Got an idea or somethin'?"

"Y-yeah.......an idea.........." Walking up to Pekoslayer, Hajime leaned in and began to whisper into her long ears. And the change was very quick and clear! Her ears perked up, she stopped 'dancing' and stood at attention, breathing quick and very clear. Fuyuhiko looked impressed, but was also curious - what did Hajime tell her and, even with Pekoslayer listening to him, will that guarantee that she-

"Pekoslayer!!! Return!!!" Ordered Hajime at a nearby target set-up by Fuyuhiko. Glowing in a white aura, Pekoslayer yelled and rushed at the target - destroying it in one strike!!

"Holy shit!!!!!!" Fuyuhiko looked in awe as Pekoslayer did that and was about to rush over to Hajime, ask tips on and thank him for clearly getting through to her, but that wasn't the end of things.

No, Hajime would go on to call out...five more Pekoslayers?!!! Ehhh?!! Was he planning on having them jump his own?!! Well, thankfully, that thought was dashed as his Pekoslayer wasn't jumped at all. Instead, his Pekoslayer seemed to jump in glee at others like her and jump off to animatedly talk with them.

"S-so...Fuyuhiko, how far in that Pekoslayer class did you get? By chance, did you skip come classes on them?" Fuyuhiko thought fora moment, and slowly nodded at one point.

"Just once or twice? Was kinda sick so told the day off from them. Why do you ask?"

"Yeah, that explains a lot. Listen, Fuyuhiko, you were kinda missing how to satisfy a very important need."

"Like what? I thought I had everythin'? Food, hair grooming, excercise - the works!! What could I have even missed?"

"Weeeeelll......." Leaning into Fuyuhiko's ear, Hajijme repeated the same whisper he gave from Pekoslayer to Fuyuhio and watched the innocent yakuza boy go from baffled to realizing that maybe he should have paid attention into catching up in class.

"......................D-d-does it have to be that rough? A-a-a-and that long too?" Hajime nodded, appearing somewhat sympathetic given how many he had and knowing damn well that Pekoslayer being deprived for this long is gonna leadto the smol gangster having a very sore pelvis soon.

"Yeaaaah, just...be prepared for it, buddy."

"S-sure this isn't some kinda prank you're pulling?!! Y-yeah, you're just yanking my-" Hm? Hajime was pointing to the crowd of Pekoslayers........

Oh.

In the middle of the pack was his own. One Peko slayer was firmly tugging at Pekoslayer's ears that had her moaning with each yank. Two Pekoslayers were vivilidy lapping and licking at Peko's milky boobs. Another was busy in her lower end, licking her drenched pussy like it was no tomorrow and it was the last drop of liquid she would ever had. Finally, the last Pekoslayer had taken Peko's sword...and currently using it as a means of stretching out the rabbit monster girl's ass like it was a cock worthy of such measures. All six were lost in their own affairs, completely oblivious to the hard-on both Hajime and Fuyuhiko were having with such a sight.

"...N-nevermind." Fuyuhiko relented, realizing that he was soon to be screwed. Both metaphorically, and soon to be agonizingly literally~

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And that's scene!! I might not be able to cuck him for Hajime, but I can at least give you some satisfaction of Fuyuhiko being hopelessly dense as a compromise!! I hope having that being in play is satisfying!!

[the-bar-sinister]

In Justice We Trust (139488 words) by thesavagesabretooth

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With Simon Blackquill and Athena Cykes assigned as their psychologists, the Phantom and Fulbright must grapple with their identity, their deeds, their future, and their love for the twisted samurai whom they betrayed.

All the while, Edgeworth and Wright find their relationship tested as they walk the narrow path between pursuing real justice, and the dark age of the law.

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December 25, 4:25 pm

They had some time to kill before Pearl would arrive. Simon and Halblicht had gone to speak privately for a moment in another room, leaving Athena with the nervous Apollo. Or maybe Clay. he was bouncing his leg under the table again.

Athena tucked her hair over her ear with a quiet smile. 

“Holding up okay, guys?"

She was admittedly a little nervous. All this ghost stuff sent a muffled wave of emotion through her, along with the memory of her mother’s face. Pearl the spirit medium was going to prove whether or not Bobby and Kelso were literally haunting their own killers; prove if Apollo’s close friend–more than close friend– had fallen into his body after the wretched way he’d died.

And maybe, if she was lucky, allow her to look her mother in the eyes for the first time in 7 years.

"I'm okay," he murmured. His own nerves seemed to match hers. "I was just trying to decide something…"

Athena leaned on her hand, looking at him with a curious tilt of her head. “Maybe I can help?”

"It was if I should ask Pearl not to say anything about my own situation until we get back to the hotel. it seems like… a lot to deal with at the police station. Either way that it goes."

Athena nodded. “Yeah…that’s a good question.” She reached out to pat his shoulder. “It's gonna be a lot either way, I’m sure. I guess it just depends if you wanna rip the bandaid off or not.” 

He sagged against her hand. "What about you? You're not going to ask to talk to your mom here, are you? Or are you? I guess that would be a good way to prove Pearls' abilities…"

“I…I dunno. I’ll admit I’m kinda scared to.” Athena said with a gentle smile. “But it’d prove it nice and easy if she could manage to channel mom. So I may bite the bullet and do it here.” 

Clay– or Apollo– took a deep, shuddering breath, and stared up at the ceiling. "Alright. If you do it here, I'll do it here, too. Rip the bandaid off, like you said."

Athena let herself fall against his shoulder, 

“Then we can recuperate back at the hotel. Everyone’s probably gonna need it.” She laughed weakly. “Man, how do you think Interpol would handle it if it turned out their dead agent wound up in 24’s body?” 

"I donno," Apollo shook his head. "I donno how I'll react. Do you think they'll throw a party or a funeral?”

“I…I think it’d be kinda sad if they held a funeral for someone who had to attend it, maybe? I mean, even if she’d probably still be handcuffed or under observation…I know I’d be kinda bummed out by it?” She put her hand on her chin with a furrow of her brow. “...or find it hilarious.” 

He leaned on his hand thoughtfully. "I guess if it turns out to be the case, they can just ask her."

Athena laughed, running her hand through her hair. 

“Yeah…though if that is her, she seems a little…mixed up with 24. Confused. In a mixed state.“ 

"Well I mean, you saw me– us?-- before you suggested the idea, right?" he murmured. "It's not normal to have someone else in your head. It's not the first conclusion you jump to when you start having weird feelings and thoughts."

Athena smiled delicately at him. 

“Exactly. It feels like a stretch until you really think about it. And it’s not like it’s the sort of thing most people come to on their own right away.” She gestured vaguely towards the door “...especially if you’ve had all understanding of any emotion at all beaten out of you.” 

"Yeah. If it's the case– and I'm not saying it is for any of us– but if it is, I guess I have some sympathy for her."

“Me too....emotions aren’t easy when they don’t come naturally.” She smiled a little and leaned on her hands thoughtfully. “I’m genuinely curious…I don’t know which answer would be weirder.” 

"Me either. Guess we'll have to see on the other side."

There was a hesitant knock on the door.

Athena looked up suddenly and called out almost without thinking. “Come in!!”

The door opened, and Pearl Fey slid in. Though she was only two years younger than Athena herself, Pearl always projected a youthful energy that made people guess her far younger, and the same quality was on display today as she crept into the room and straightened her robes.

"Hi Ms. Athena. Mr. Polly."

Apollo put on a warm smile for Pearl, even though Athena could feel his anxiety spiking. "Hey, Pearls."

Athena flashed her a bright smile, trying to ignore the way his anxiety bounced through her own system.

“Hey Pearl! Man, am I glad to see you!” 

"Good to see you too! Mr. Nick said you needed me! Oh, and that pretty agent lady said she was going to um, "drag detective prime time and mr. modern samurai" in here in a minute. And something about a prisoner?"

"Kelso. Or 24. or whoever," Apollo nodded. "Sorry for throwing you in the deep end here, Pearly."

She shrugged and smiled. "I'm kinda used to it. Um… can I ask what's up though?"

“....Detective Prime Time” Athena murmured with a shake of her head. The nicknames kept evolving, but somehow she suspected she’d always be ‘Miss Edutainment’ to the woman.

“Yeah ah, so we’ve been investigating a murder up here in Cauli…two dead interpol agents, while on the trail of an espionage ring. Only the Interpol agent sent to guide us was killed and replaced by one of the ring’s ‘assets’...people trained in a horrible facility to be used as weapons. We took her captive after figuring out she’d replaced Agent Sam Wan Kelso, and now she’s in custody– that’s Number 24…but she’s agreed to cooperate and help us!”

Pearl chewed on her thumb, listening, and nodded for Athena to continue.

She smiled nervously at Pearl. “...which is why we need your help. She knows things she supposedly shouldn’t…and we want you to do your spirit medium thing to see if we can confirm if there’s a supernatural hand in all this…with her, and with the man we used to call The Phantom. ...and maybe a few other ah, situations, too. Ghosts all the way down, Pearls.” 

Pearl opened up her mouth and closed it a couple of times. She looked at Apollo, and then at Athena again. "Um. The Phantom… that wasn't… the guy who was at breakfast with you and Mr. Simon this morning, was it?"

“Uh…” Athena held her hands up with an awkward but cheery grin. “Most people aren’t really supposed to know that, but yeah. That’s him. Robert Halblicht’s the name he chose for himself, though.” 

Pearl chewed on her thumb again. "Oh, I see. Um. Wow this is… super weird…"

Apollo had gone silent, just listening.

Athena’s smile twitched “....did you ah…already notice something about him, Pearls?” 

There was another sharp knock on the door, but they didn't wait for permission to enter.

It was Agent Ash, flanked by Halblicht– who was straightening his tie– and Simon, whose hair looked a little bit more askew than usual.

Athena felt her face flush red, and decided it was polite not to comment. Instead, she gave them a flustered thumbs up “Hey! Simon, Halblicht…great to see you guys! Hello Agent Ash!”

Sheila smirked, barely stifling a snicker. “Sorry for the delay, Miss Edutainment. Your compatriots decided to pass the time in their own special way.”

Agent Ash wasn’t nearly as polite as she was. She turned a deeper shade of red and smiled awkwardly. 

“Sool. So uh, Simon, Halblicht…Pearl’s here!” She gestured towards the other girl “which means we can get started!”

She could feel the waves of embarrassment coming off of Simon, and Bobby– more off of Bobby, than sSimon who it seemed was more than just pretending not to be affected by it.

Sheila turned her attention to Pearl with a wink. 

“Thanks for making sure neither of them wandered off to get into trouble, young lady.” 

"Um… no problem," Pearl nodded. She fidgeted with the charm around her neck. "So, what would you like me to do first? I heard its kind of um, a complicated situation…"

Apollo glanced Athena's way.

“W..well.” Athena’s nerves hammered in her heart, the internal discord drowning out everything else as she took a breath. “If you need to prove it to Agent Ash, you’ve got the powers you have…I h-have a possible request that could prove them.” 

Pearl cocked her head. "Oh? Um, I'm happy to prove my powers if you need me to…"

Athena took a deep breath. “...would you be able to channel my mother, Metis Cykes for me?”

Sheila leaned against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest, watching intently. 

Pearl jumped, and covered her mouth. "Oh gosh, Miss Athena… your mother? Um, of course I could… you have a picture of her?"

"If she doesn't, I do," Simon said, from the corner where he was standing with Halblicht. "But are you certain that's what you want to do, Cykes-dono? Here and now?"

"I mean, it's not like I can only channel people once or something," Pearl murmured, playing with the sleeve of her robes. It wasn't clear whether she was actually trying to be heard or not.

“I..I can always ask for a more private audience later.” Athena said with resolve, glancing towards Simon with a nod “This is very much what I want.”

She reached into her jacket pocket where she found her wallet, and tucked inside it, a folded up photograph. “alright…I just need to give you this and you’re good?” 

Pearl nodded. "I just need a name, and a face and I can channel somebody. Um, as long as they're actually dead. And not currently being channeled by somebody else. If they're being channeled by someone else, I can't do it."

.Athena noticed that Simon and Halblicht shared a glance.

“You can’t do it if they’re being channeled by someone else…” Athena tilted her head “does that include Possession?”

She unfolded the picture and glanced down at it. It was a photo taken not long after the official one hanging in the Space Museum…but this one had her in it, leaning near her mother as if trying to hide. Her mother’s face was crystal clear, smiling gently towards the camera as her hand rested atop Athena’s head.

She glanced at Simon, grimacing a little with a shrug. 

"Um, I actually don't know…I haven't run into many possessed people before," Pearl murmured. She held out her hand for the picture, and then looked over at Agent Ash. "Do you want me to summon her in here, or somewhere else?"

"Unless we need the suspect involved, I hardly see a reason to move," Simon said. He glanced at Halblicht who had moved closer to him again.

Sheila tilted her head. “It’s best not to alert the suspect until we perform the test on her. Just in case, it’s better if it’s a surprise.”

Athena bit her lip and nodded. “Here’s good. Everyone here needs to be for proof, or …or support.”

She realized she’d started shaking, and shifted to hide it by hugging her arm to her side. 

Someone touched her back, and she realized Simon– and Halblicht too– had come up next to her. "Athena– if you're not ready for this, Fey-dono could summon literally anyone else."

“I’m fine.” Athena said with a tense smile. She let herself lean into the reassurance and closed her eyes. “I know this isn’t going to be the last time, and…and I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather summon than her.” 

Simon squeezed her shoulder. "If you're certain, Athena. Then the rest of us will bear quiet witness to your reunion."

Halblicht offered her a rather shaky thumbs up.

Athena returned it, her own hand shaking just a little before she stilled it.

“Thanks, Simon…The support is nice to have.” 

"You have it. Always." The two of them stepped back, giving her space.

Apollo stepped in beside her instead, and Pearl looked up from the picture. 

"Okay… I'm ready for this when you guys are. Miss Athena? Miss Agent Sheila?"

Sheila gave Pearl a little salute as she snapped her compact shut again “Please. I’m looking forward to having my worldview shaken more than it already has.”

Athena laughed a little at Sheila’s remark, before she fixed her hair and nodded. 

“I’m ready.”

She wasn’t– part of her wasn’t sure what she’d say, and she was sure Widget was flashing every emotion under the sun as she stood there smiling like a cheerful fool and waited to potentially come face to face with her dead mother.

Everyone in the room stood around Pearl in a loose circle; Sheila, Simon, and Halblicht further back, and she and Apollo at the forefront.

"Alright." Pearl put her hands together and smiled. "Good luck everybody."

Her fingers flicked in quick succession and she seemed to mutter a prayer. Athena felt all the emotions that she could sense from her go dead suddenly– and a strange aura filled the room. A tension, and expectancy.

Her heart nearly stopped at the sudden drop in emotions, the air felt heavy and strange as it weighed down upon her. An involuntary step back was aborted, only for her to stand nervously tugging her ponytail with the smile frozen on her face.

In a blink, the tension eased, and in that same blink– Pearl Fey was no longer there. 

Metis Cykes stood in the center of the circle with her hand upon her chest over the folds of unfamiliar clothes with a pensive frown etched on her face. 

There was a hiss of air behind her. "Cykes-sensei," Simon breathed, seemingly involuntarily. Athena felt his wave of emotions crash on her.

“....Well I’ll be damned in the court of Justitia…” Sheila murmured. “It's actually real.”

Metis’ head turned upwards in a slow and deliberate motion, a smile forming on her lips for the briefest moment before Athena was once more assailed with surprise.

“Simon…what in the world happened to you?” No sooner did she ask , than her eyes fell on Athena and her rictus smile. “Oh..”

“H-Hey mom!” Athena projected the joy that weakly pulsed in her own heart, lost in the ever rising volume of the emotions around her– she kept the hot, coiling feeling of anxiety pushed down and smothered instead of daring to let it show. “Mom…I..I know this probably a lot to take in…”

Metis placed her fingers against her forehead, massaging just over her nose with a quiet smile. “Athena dear…you’ve grown quite a bit, haven’t you? Which means…I’ve been dead for some time. Haven’t I?” 

"Your presence has been dearly missed, Cykes-sensei," Simon murmured, dropping into a little bow. "We're sorry to impose on you in this way."

Apollo, beside Athena, was shaking. He had started to hold himself again, and Athena could tell that he was desperately trying to hold his emotions in check as this proceeded.

Metis held up her hand with a musical chuckle “Don’t worry about that, Simon. Death is a lonely sea of cognition. If I’m honest, any opportunity to escape it I’ll be happy to take.”

She walked across the circle towards Athena, and Athena felt the swell of positive feelings from inside her even as her face remained composed and thoughtful. 

“I didn’t think I’d really get to see the way you’ve grown, Athena.” She reached over, and pulled her daughter into a tight hug. “You’ve even outgrown the headphones we made you.”

Hot tears stung Athena’s eyes as she half fell against her with shaking shoulders

“Momma!” Her voice hiccuped, caught on her tears for a moment as she tried in vain to compose herself. “A l-lot’s happened, m-mom…things were really bad for a while but it’s gonna get better.” 

There was a hush over the room as the two of them reunited. Athena could hear the sound of Simon who was badly holding back his tears. Apollo– or perhaps Clay, or both– was shaking. Robert must have been present, because from him at least she felt a comforting glass pool of nothing.

Metis rubbed Athena’s back, letting her daughter cry against her as Athena tried to compose herself. The emotions of the room swirled inside her, her own rose and swirled within the ambiance …

Strangely, the glass pool of nothing was a comfort, allowing her own emotions to reflect back to where they belonged…flowing along with the tears as she looked up at her mother’s quiet smile for the first time in 7 long years…since their fight over her headphones.

“I can see that a lot happened, Athena.” Metis gave her a firm squeeze before she leaned back to look over the faces assembled with an analytical stare that Athena and Simon knew well. She was taking into account everyone in the room…listening to their voices and the sounds of their hearts, making judgements.

She spoke again, with her hand delicately atop Athena’s head. “...where are we? Is Aura around? This doesn’t look like the Cosmos Center.” 

"Aura isn't here, I'm afraid, Cykes-sensei," Simon explained quietly. He wiped his face with his sleeve. "And we are quite far from the Cosmos Space Center. Your daughter has become a fine defense attorney, and we are currently investigating a case with some supernatural elements. You've been summoned– much to our pleasure– as a mere demonstration of our medium's miraculous skill."

Athena nodded against her again, taking soft and hiccuping breaths as she wiped her face .

“I solved the mystery of your death,” she whispered, “but…but that’s a story for another time, mom. For now, I’m sorry she’s not here…and I’m sorry to have pulled you from th–”

“Death is a dream, Athena.” Athena felt the sting of sorrow and pain in those words. “It’s not a hardship to see the light again and to see how far you’ve all come since I've fallen asleep.”

She raised her hand to her chin. Just like Athena, her mother could be quiet…pensive…often keeping her emotions tightly wrapped within herself to the point that some saw her as cold towards everything but her work.

She and her mother had always shared the need for a mask between them and the outside world…it was no wonder Metis had kept a collection of Noh theater masks along with the other mementos of her heritage.

“But a case with supernatural elements, you say? Like that whole affair on TV with that Iris girl and the birdish lawyer? Pigeon Right, or something, yes?”

Athena’s smile grew performatively awkward. “Phoenix Wright, momma. He’s my boss.” 

"Our boss, actually," Apollo murmured, the first time he'd said anything at all. "But yeah. Just like that. Had to prove it was real."

Metis’ gaze turned towards Apollo for the first time, and she blinked. 

“...Justice, right? Apollo Justice. You used to play around the Cosmos Center all the time with Clay Terran, didn’t you? It’s a regular reunion, it seems!”

Athena hugged her tighter. She was sure it was obvious, both to her mother’s keen ears and to the eyes of everyone watching…she knew it would only be a short time, that it wouldn’t be forever.

She didn’t want to let her go and push her away, not again.

Metis noticed, gently rustling Athena’s hair with a furrow of concern on her brow. “You know. I heard a lot about the talents of spirit mediums from my own parents. The Ayasato clan in Japan, which became the Fey clan here in America. In a way, it feels like I’m a part of history being channeled through one of their number.”

She smiled wryly “Instead of just being history.”

The black humor drew a loud and swiftly aborted laugh from Agent Ash off against the wall…enough to snap her out of her dull and staring stupor. 

Simon laughed darkly, and shook his head."The same old Cykes-sensei. I see your humor hasn't passed away, at least."

“No, my dear protege. It wouldn’t be the same if it gave up the ghost. Or if the ghost gave it up.”

She let the joke hang there in the air with the barest laugh into her sleeve. Her mother’s famously dark humor and her academic and passionate love of Japanese history, space and psychology were a number of the things that had endeared both Blackquill siblings to her ever since she could remember.

Athena couldn’t help but laugh weakly herself. “Mom…”

Sheila had already broken down into a snicker .“not just a pretty stiff, a funny one too.”

It seemed she’d already gained another fan.

While the others were laughing, Apollo said, "We don't actually have anything specific we needed to ask you, Ms. Cykes. If you'd like to ask us anything, or if you'd like a moment alone with your daughter…"

“Ah…” Metis’ slight smile fell. “of course…”

She closed her eyes for a long moment of silence before she spoke. “Just one question..Then I may want some time with my daughter. I’ve got who knows how many years worth of telling her how proud I am to catch up on.” 

"Of course, Cykes-sensei," Simon said. Athena could feel his tension rise, though his voice was even to any other ear. "Anything."

“...” her expression smoothed into something quiet and placid, but Athena felt the low simmer of emotions inside her mother’s voice as she spoke again.

“Did we manage to launch our Hope for the future? Did it come back safely, despite my death?” Her eyes glanced down at Athena “...It wasn’t all for nothing, right?”

Tears rolled down Simon's face. "It wasn't all for nothing, Cykes-sensei. They made a movie of it, even. They called it a miracle."

The tension inside her relaxed, and she looped an arm around Athena’s shaking shoulders. Athena felt tears welling up in her eyes as she looked up at her mother.

“They did.” Athena sniffed softly. “...and Mr. Starbuck is even set to go back into space soon for another mission. It all really, really was a miracle.”

Metis chuckled. “...a miracle, hm?” It was…That stone. The stone I died for, and the hope of more like it from the probe…it was because I knew it would do wonders in the field of psychology and robotics.”

She leaned down to tap Widget with her fingertip. 

“It’s unique mineralogy was the special component that allowed this little dear and my darling Ponco and Clonco their ability to read emotions…the component that allowed me to make those headphones for Athena and help my suffering daughter and those like her. Hearing that all wasn’t lost is a weight off my spirit.” 

Athena heard Halblicht breathe in, and she felt a tremor of emotion from him– truly barely perceptible over the din of the others.

"I'm truly pleased to be able to carry the news to you, Cykes-sensei. I hope it will bring you peace."

It made a twisted sort of sense. Of course her mother had fought so hard for that rock, despite the man trying to take it from her. It was for her research– and for her. Tears fell down her cheeks again as her mother continued.

“No.” Metis held her hand up with a weak chuckle. “It brings me joy. I’m not ready to be ground up in the wheel of reincarnation just yet.”

Her hand gripped Athena’s shoulder protectively “I’ve still got unfinished business. I certainly can’t flit off to the next life without saying goodbye to Aura, at the very least. Save the wishing me peace for a little while yet, protege.”

Athena hiccuped again. “Oh.” 

Simon's breathy voice carried another wave of mingled sorrow and joy, and he wiped his eyes again. "Of course, Cykes-sensei. I should have known."

She smiled, and dipped into a deep bow. 

“I hope you’ll come knock knock knocking on the door to the afterlife for me again, to wake me from the dream. Maybe, when that time comes, lay me out some tea and perhaps some katsudon. Hang up a few streamers. Tell Aura to please show herself from whatever hole she’s working feverishly in. Maybe give me someone to scare.”

She rose and took Athena’s hand, “I’d like to see you all with smiles on your faces.”

“P-promise mom.” Athena said, making a show of a bright smile. “...promise. Next time we’ll make it a real celebration.” 

"You have my word, sensei," Simon said, also smiling as the tears ran down his face. "We'll throw a party."

[h4zardousch3micals]

Performance Of A Lifetime - 1

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Alright, so:

1) I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG STUFF HAPPENED

2) I SWEAR THIS STORY ISN'T 90% DUDES LOL THIS WAS JUST A WEIRD COINCIDENCE

3) Despite the Fallen Stars inspiration, Loodvigg is not evil. He is baby. (Spoiler alert I guess but all the Celestials will be sympathetic in this bc I do not have the heart to make any of them evil, whether I have the heart to traumatize them is a different story...)

4) Yes I'm going to be throwing a bunch of oc's in because I can >:3

That's all I think

——

A warm sunset spilled lazily from the horizon, dyeing the usually blue waters of the Living Ocean a deep, honey-like amber. On the South-east coast of Plant Island, a hive of activity began to materialise as monsters of all shapes and sizes were drawn in by gleam of flickering red and yellow lights and the sound of carnival music. The excitement was far from unwarranted: it's not every day that the circus comes to town, especially not the renowned, voyaging Audrey's Intrepid.

Backstage, however, beyond the hypnotizing spiral of ducks swirling in a little pool and the dizzying dances of eye-bleeding colours, was alive with a different kind of anticipation - thrilling, exhilarating, tension as a dozen little monsters prepared for the most nerve-wracking hour-or-so of their lives, just a few days away.

Or, that was how it was supposed to go.

"This is ridiculous. I'm not doing this." Loodvigg snarled, the feathers around his neck bristling like an agitated cat. He wobbled on unsteady legs: the diving board felt so flimsy beneath his feet and the bucket he was supposed to land in looked as though it were miles away. He wouldn't dare admit it, but something about the incredible drop made his entire body shake with fear.

"Awww, come on 'Vigg! It'll be fun!" Glaishur called out, having to raise his soft voice to be heard from all the way down there. He stood next to the comically shallow pail with a big, goofy grin plastered on his face, apparently oblivious to Loodvigg's distain for the current situation.

"If you aren't gonna do it, why'd you climb all the way up there?" Attmoz added, jabbing an accusing finger in his direction.

"Uh," Oops. Probably should've thought about that. Loodvigg desperately dodged the question with a question of his own, "Why do I have to be the one to do this, anyway? Surely this is more Hornacle's thing?"

Attmoz rolled his eye, "Fennec wants us to learn what its like to do eachother's acts so we know what they're thinking during the performance."

"Yeah! So get on with it..." A voice came from the nearby rows upon rows of almost entirely empty seats. Oh, right, their trainer was so quiet and pathetic that Loodvigg had almost forgotten he was there at all. The Sox's dark blue ears were pinned back and his vermilion eyes darted nervously around the empty circus tent. If he was trying to sound commanding; it wasn't working.

Loodvigg peered down again and felt an involuntary shudder creep up his spine.

"It's not that bad!" Glaishur explained, "Just close your eyes and pretend you're just walking down some stairs."

"If you're scared we can help get you down—" Attmoz added with an almost smug smirk."I AM NOT SCARED!" Loodvigg snarled, feathers puffing up from humiliation disguised as rage and causing both monsters to flinch. Almost immediately, he felt a pang of guilt strike his heart. He wanted to apologise, but a growing sense of shame made the words catch in his throat.

"Prove it then!"

Glaishur elbow nudged the air monster disapprovingly, "Attmoz, don't be mean!"

"Ugh, fine!" Loodvigg put his hands up surrender, "Whatever, I'll do it!"

There was probably a better way to word that - one that didn't involve taking the plunge both literally and figuratively - but it was too late for that now. Attmoz leans back slightly and folds his arms; Glaishur give him a reassuring thumbs up.

"Well, here goes nothing..." Loodvigg whimpered, taking a step forward and letting gravity do the rest of the work.

SPLASH!

For a moment, everything seemed almost peaceful. Loodvigg could hear sounds, but the rippling and bubbling of the water made everything distant and fuzzy. His stomach stung where he'd directly struck the surface of the pool, but the cool water was almost soothing against it. It was comforting, in a strange backwards sort of way.

And then, in an instant, it was over. he felt two sets of arms plunge into the oversized pail and drag him out with terrifying efficiency. He coughed and spluttered; his lungs burned from the cold water that intruded into his throat and his feathers clung awkwardly to his skull, making him feel small and weak. He was about to crawl away, to go find a nice dark corner to hide in and sulk, when an unexpectedly joyful voice caught him off guard:

"Woah! That was awesome!" Glaishur cheered. When Loodvigg blinked the water away from his eyes, he could see that the cold monster grinning from ear to ear; eyes wide and sparkling from admiration and excitement.

"...It was?" He wheezed between hacking up blobs of water.

"Yeah! You hardly moved a muscle the whole way down; you looked so badass!" Attmoz clarified.

It was probably best to just let them believe that was intentional, "Oh, yeah. It was."

"Good job, kid. I'll let Audrey know about this." Fennec approached them and said with a happy saxophone noise, well, that and an odd whistling from the cracked key on his back.

"Audrey?" He echoed, eyes lighting up at the possibility. Though neither him nor his friends had ever met the elusive ringmaster, the other performers described her as a powerful, almost otherworldly figure. To be specifically pointed out to her as special - what an honour!

"Yes, she'll be very pleased to know everything is going smoothly." He replied, his gaze was still flickering towards every little noise but now his lower eyelids were creased upwards in a slight smile.

"Wow... Lucky you!" Glaishur squealed excitedly.

Loodvigg was just about ready to slink into a cave and sleep for an entire century but, as usual, Attmoz just had to have the last laugh, "But can you do it again?"

"OH, COME ON!"

—

At the edge of the moving island the circus resided on, Scaratar studied the ripples of the water as the sun finally disappeared into the sea. A ladybird landed beside her, skittling and scuttling on its search for food, and she took the time to gently pet its smooth little wing cases before it flew away.

This serene moment was promptly interrupt by Loodvigg storming in - muttering something about how annoying a certain air monster was - and flopping down beside her. He resembled a cat that had gone outside during a thunderstorm: his expression was downtrodden and furious and his hair (normally painstakingly slicked back into place) was wild and a little frizzy.

"Woah, you alright?" She asked, unable to contain a few giggles, "You look a little... drenched?"

"I don't want to talk about it." He grumbled and covered his face with his webbed talons.

"Sheesh, okay."

Neither said a word in response and they stayed like that for quite some time: Loodvigg was too worked up to be interested in conversation and Scaratar knew to give her friend space. Eventually, Scaratar picked up one of the Circus' promotional posters and inspected it carefully. Loodvigg opened one eye, curious but not having the patience or energy to move much else.

"Why do you have that?" He eventually asked, "Where did you even get one of those? Didn't they all get sent out?"

"Uh, I got it from the pile before Fennec and Copper went to put them up around the Island. I don't know why, it just felt right."

"Oh," Loodvigg hoisted himself up by his arms and peered over at the poster, reading it out loud in an unamused tone, "New from Audrey's Intrepid, sixteen years in the making, marvel at the all new: CELESTIALS - A dramatic retelling of our world's most ancient history!"

"Well, you sure look like you need some Chapstick, don't ya?" Scaratar chuckled, pointing to a monster which resembled Loodvigg - only much older, much uglier and (as she described) much more dehydrated.

"I know, right?" Despite his exhaustion and grumpiness, Loodvigg couldn't help but crack a small smile, "And what's this? I don't exactly recall you having giant butterfly wings for ears."

"Actually, those are moth wings." She corrected.

"Close enough!" He rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance.

"Seriously though, wonder why they can never get the posters to look right."

He shrugged, "Maybe it's to make us look cooler?"

"...Because this looks cool!" Scaratar chirped sarcastically, shoving the poster in his face again which caused them to laugh out loud all over again.

"You have a point. Maybe we should ask Fennec, or one of the other performers..."

"Yeah, we should." She agreed, but the idea would soon be given up on as Scaratar's gaze shifted back to the distant sea. She suddenly asked, "Do you think there's more out there?"

Loodvigg blinked in suprise, "Of course there is. You've seen the other islands when we've landed there, even if they didn't let us put on the show 'cause we weren't ready yet, you must've at least gotten a glimpse?"

"Yes, I know. I meant... Do you think there's more out there - for us?"

Loodvigg considered the idea, "Well, if there was, surely Fennec would've told us?" Practice, practice, practice was all they'd ever really known, surely it was important if their trainer put that much focus on it?

"I suppose..."

"Do you... not like what we do?" He asked hesitantly, almost afraid of the answer, "Cause if you don't I can ask Fennec to change—"

"No, it's not that! I just...

I just wonder sometimes..."

[crystiesong]

Lending a Hand

Letting out a grunt, Robin yanked his hand through his knotted hair, causing him to yelp. He fell back onto his bed before taking in a deep breath and sitting back up. Reaching his hand back to his hair, he attempted to undo another knot. The knot refused to come undone and Robin officially gave up. He couldn't deal with this anymore.

Trudging out of his room and into the upstairs living room, the young wizard flopped onto the couch, letting his legs fall over the top of it. A stray piece of hair floated onto his face and Robin angrily blew it away, burying his hands in his eyes. Stupid hair. Why did he have to get cursed with something that had a lot of hair. Closing his eyes, Robin let his mind focus on something else to hopefully distract from his current predicament.

Sometime later (Robin didn't know what the time was), he felt a shadow appear above him, blocking the natural light of the skylight. Peaking his eyes open, the young wizard spotted Alex hovering above him.

"What are you doing here?" Robin grumbled.

"Can't I just visit a friend? You look like you could use the company" the white haired teen replied. Letting out a sigh, Robin sat upright and rested his arms on his knees while Alex sat next to him.

"So what's up with you? It looks like you ran through a bush and fell out of a tree" she inquired, looking at the young wizard with curiosity.

A sigh escaped the young wizard's throat, "I'm trying to deal with this" he stated, gesturing to his wild and unkempt hair, "Ever since I was cured, I've had to deal with my hair now being longer and more annoying than before"

"My hair was just fine before; it was to my shoulders and I wouldn't have to do much to it but now it just gets in the way"

Robin leaned back and folded his arms. He probably looked like an angry toddler but he couldn't be bothered to care. Alex made a 'hmmm' sound and stood, "I'll be right back" 

With that, the blue eyed teen disappeared from the room, going who knows where. Leaning back, the young wizard closed his eyes and let himself doze off for a bit.

"Wake up sleepy head"

Robin jumped awake, glancing around before his eyes settled on Alex standing in front of him. The white haired teen had a brush in one hand while holding a hairband in the other.

"What are you doing?" the young wizard questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Helping you out, now sit on the floor while I begin untangling your hair" Alex responded, placing a hand on her hip, looking somewhat irritated.

Looking between Alex and the hairbrush, Robin decided to not start a fight and shuffled onto the floor while Alex got onto the couch behind him.

"Now this might hurt a little so let me know if I get a bit rough" the blue eyed teen warned.

Robin scoffed "I'll be fine, how bad can this be?"

Rolling her eyes, Alex gestured for him to turn around before she started tackling the many, many knots in the young wizard's hair. Just like the young chimera had predicted, undoing the knots turned out to be quite somewhat painful, which is something Robin wouldn't admit out loud.

Luckily after only ten minutes, all the knots were done and now Alex was brushing his hair.

Again, while he wouldn't admit it out loud, it was nice having his hair brushed. It was nice and comforting. It felt weird having people actively care about him; weird but nice.

"Alright, it's all nicely brushed and there's no knots. I'm assuming you'd like it tied up?" Alex asked from over his shoulder.

"That would be nice"

He heard Alex snicker but didn't comment on it.

"Any style you want?" she inquired. The young wizard shrugged "I'm not bothered, I just want it out of my face"

Without another word said, Robin felt his hair be moved and moulded and felt a hairband be tied around it. Once Alex had removed her hands from his hair, he stood up, making his way over to the window to get a better look. His hair had been neatly tied up into a bun that honestly looked quite nice.

Turning back around, Robin made his way over to Alex and patted her on the shoulder 

"Thank you for the help, you did good"

Alex gave a sly smile patted the hand that was on her shoulder "No problem"

"I like the new look"

Both teens jumped apart at the sound of Sam's voice. The young gargoyle was leaning against the back of the couch, looking at the two other teens innocently.

"How long have you been there?" Robin questioned.

Sam gave a bright smile, almost playful "A little bit. I gotta say it's nice to see you have tidy hair for a change"

Alex let out a full on laugh causing Robin to glare over at her. The white haired teen put her hands in her pockets and began walking backwards towards the stairs.

"Well I gotta get going. Let me know if you need more hair tips. Bye now" she stated before disappearing from view.

Letting out a sigh, Robin sat down on the couch while Sam continued to lean on the back. The young gargoyle reached a hand out and gently stroked Robin's hair. The young wizard felt a jolt go down his spine as he looked over at Sam who gave him an innocent smile. A warm smile made his way across Robin's face.

[princesstarfire1234]

how do u do anatomy becuz i have tried and ended up failing miserably several times :3

hello there!! I'm not too good at giving tips so bear with me for this one aha

BODY So like most people, I draw the parts segmented into shapes, usually a weird rectangular or trapezoid shape for the torso and hips depending on the body type (drawing body types is an entirely different topic which I'll admit I'm not as well versed in compared to other artists considering I draw a lotta robots lol, still it's very important to know how!!)

see this attempt at a full body sketch i did in like 5 seconds lmao

general shapes I use for each part as you can see from the pic above: - head: circle, loomis method that shit - torso and hips: trapezoid/rectangular thing - shoulders are defined by circles, think of like how ball joints work on limbs for toys, I realize I should've worded the writings for the shoulders on that image better, both of them are kind of broad already, one is just square shoulders (top) and sloped shoulders (bottom) so yeah - arms and legs: mostly cyllindrical, rectangles are good too but I feel like some people lean too hard into it and forget that without the funny curving, it just looks too stiff so I think cylinders are a better shape to attach to that!

i usually draw from head to foot, rarely full body though because feet are tough as hell for me. Although, I hope you can kind of understand the weird little shape I used in the pic

HANDS Alright, I'm gonna assume you meant anatomy for hands as well so that one's pretty simple for me It's essentially one big trapezoid thing and you just attach the fingers on it, easy peasy Don't worry about making sure each finger is the right size, I used to do that and it just made it harder for me, it's okay to just make them all the same size!! (unless you're going for realism, in which case then yeah the finger size thing is smthn to remember)

HEAD Usually just following the loomis method for me aha Some people and even me ocassionally, I start with the face first then form the head around that but I really do recommend doing the head shape first especially if you're drawing your character in certain angles

It's a basic circle, doesn't need to be perfect, with a funky cross in the middle as guidelines. I usually use those to mark out what direction I want the character to be facing, see the pic below:

Unlike that pic though, I don't bother marking out the mouth but it's still something you can do! Side of the head is marked by another circle, that's where the ear usually goes Neck goes down from the back of the ear, it doesn't start straight from the middle or under the chin!!

Alright that's all I got, hope this helped in some way lol This isn't meant to be a definitive tutorial or anything, it's how I draw, I recommend looking at other artists' works or even just browsing tutorial online, do some sketches for practice, yadda yadda

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could you do a JJ halloween smut, where the reader dress up with a sexy costume?? thanksss🥰

I hope you like! This was already on my wattpad account 🤣👌

Halloween 🎃

We're hours into the Halloween party and I still haven't seen JJ. I don't know what he's dressed as but I thought he'd have a hard time staying away from me in my sexy devil costume. I wonder upstairs when I'm suddenly shoved into an empty bedroom.

"What the fuck?" I turn around and it's a guy dressed as Ghostface wearing all black. He stays silent.

"JJ?" I ask and he still doesn't say anything. My heart is racing in my ears. I catch a glimpse of a silver thumb ring and I know it's him.

"I know it's you." I say dryly and he walks towards me. I backup until my legs hit the bed. I don't know if I'm more excited or scared. Him not saying anything is really bugging me. My instincts were telling me to run but I know him. I could trust him right?

I make a move to step around him and he grabs both my arms and shoves me back on the bed. My skirt flies up revealing my tiny red thong and his fists clench at his sides. I scramble to crawl to the headboard but he slaps my ass and drags me back to the edge of the bed. He flips me onto my back and hovers over me. My chest heaving as I breathe. This is so fucked up.

"Say something." I demand, my body trembling. He reaches behind him and reveals a large Bowie knife. I gasp and try to scoot back but he catches me. I open my mouth to cry out but he holds a finger up to my lips. He waits a moment and I nod. I just needed to see his face or hear his voice so I could relax.

"You're scaring me." I admit and I hear him chuckle. It's muffled by the mask but it's him.

"Do you trust me?" He finally says and I stare up at him wide eyed as he toys with the knife. He leans down and carefully lets the edge slide between my tits. It doesn't hurt but it's weird, foreign. A kink I didn't realize I had.

"Answer me." He demands and I snap back to reality. I nod up at him, wishing I could see his face.

"Words." He snaps.

"Y-yes! Yes, I trust you!" I cry and he nods.

"Good. Take off your panties and put them in my pocket. Now." He raises the knife to my throat and I oblige. I slip my thong off and carefully sit up to tuck it into his pocket. Horror movies were always his favorite so if he wanted to fulfill this fantasy, I would play along.

"What are you going to do to me?" I gasp, spreading my legs for him and he hesitates.

"Depends how good you are for me. Take my cock out and put it in your mouth." He demands and I move to sit on the edge of the bed. I go to toss my devil ears but he catches my wrist.

"Leave them on." I lower my hands from my head and unbutton his jeans. I pull his hard cock from the confinement of his jeans and it bobs in my face. I look up at him and the knife comes to rest under my chin.

"Get me wet." He demands and I bat my eyelashes innocently as I kiss the head of his dick. The knife comes to rest on the side of my neck as I lightly kiss and swipe my tongue along his shaft. I feel the pinch of my skin as he pushes on the knife, warning me.

"Put it in your mouth or I'll find someone who will." I roll my eyes at him and his other hand comes up to fist my hair. I bite my lip at the sharp pain but I don't fight it. I finally take his dick in my mouth, sinking down slowly as far as I can without gagging and he groans. The hand in my hair tightens as he starts to thrust his hips into my mouth and he hits the back of my throat. I hear him panting behind the mask and I brace myself against his thighs as I suck hard and fast.

"Stop, I want to cum inside your pussy." He orders and I ignore him. Two can play this game. He suddenly tries to pull away but I don't let him. I suck him down harder and he moans. The knife drops to the bed and he uses both hands to remove my mouth from his cock. I smile at him as he brings his masked face inches from mine.

"This is what happens to girls that don't know how to behave." He growls behind the mask and I'm almost shaking in anticipation. He shoves me back on the bed and pulls me to the edge by my hips. He slaps my pussy with the tip of his dick and I whimper looking up at him.

Suddenly he's forcing the tip inside me, stretching me out to accommodate him and my back arches off the bed with a loud moan. JJ shoves my knees to my chest as he takes a moment to savor the feeling and for me to adjust.

"Fuck." I moan and he hasn't even moved yet. His hands suddenly come down around my throat and he starts fucking into me harshly, the headboard of the bed slapping the wall. It's too much at once and I'm already about to cum.

"Who's pussy is this?" He demands, his thumb stroking my bottom lip as he claims me. My moans echo in the room and he yanks me forward by my throat, demanding my answer.

"Yours. Always yours." I choke out and he lets me fall back against the bed.

"J!" I cry, clawing at his hands on my throat as the pleasure becomes too much. Each of his brutal thrusts is followed by a muffled grunt.

"That's right, take it. Feel my cock stretching that pretty pussy." I clench down at his words, unable to hold back.

One of his hands slides down my body and his fingers rub circles over my clit. I cum hard with a high pitched moan, my body shaking and trembling around him.

Suddenly the bedroom door flies open and we all gasp. I quickly cover my face as JJ quickly shields me with his body but he doesn't stop thrusting into me. I bite down on my fist to stop from crying out.

"Get the fuck out!" JJ yells, motioning for the intruders to shut the door.

"Shit! Sorry Ghostface!" Someone laughs and the door slams shut. JJ grips me roughly with a growl and I feel his cock twitch as he fills me with his cum. I lay there panting, struggling to catch my breath as he leans over me carefully. He lifts the mask and smiles at me with those sharp pearly whites. I can't hide my giggle as he leans in to kiss me.

"I like the mask." I smile against his lips as his hands cup my face.

"I figured you would. You really are the devil." JJ smiles back, not being able to remove his lips from mine.