#~v: Familiar Taste of Poison

[hells-sirenqueen]

Ship Focus - Adam, First Man

Platonic Ship: Enemies -> Friends (may change through interactions)

[ @dick-meister ] ---- This friendship is the beginning of a blog canon event / verse that will be tagged Unholy Crusade. Feel free to add that tag if you wish to rp with my Lilith for the event. ----

With the unpredictable, yet temporary visit from God, both Adam and Lilith went through trials that eventually brought them together for a common purpose.

To oppose God and stop his plan to unleash the horrors of Purgatory on both Heaven and Hell while preventing God's plans to kill off Lucifer and Sera.

Among the other horrifying information that Lilith discovered from God, she learned what her true purpose was. She was truly created to be a mate for Lucifer. To be the Queen of Monsters and the darker aspect of the divine balance within the world. Eve was meant to be Adam's true mate, as she was destined to be the Mother of Humanity.

However, Lilith wasn't allowed to know her purpose during her Eden lifetime, as having her betrothed before Lucifer's fall would show God's favoritism towards the Lightbringer. So Lucifer was used as a scapegoat for being bashed to Hell.

Upon learning this information, Lilith went on a heated rampage within her and Lucifer's home, destroying any art that was inspired by God within their halls. It wasn't until she was approached by Adam that she finally manged to calm down. Thankfully, he was willing to listen to her and they exchanged apologies. The air between them still felt a bit tense but at least neither of them are aiming to go for the throat at the drop of a hat.

The pair didn't speak again until Lilith heard that her husband retrieved Adam from Purgatory. He was originally sent there as a punishment for challenging God.

Now the pair are trying to find a way to stop an overhaul of souls for so many angels and demons.

In Lilith's mind, if they are meant to be enemies, it would be sweet revenge for manipulating them both if they did the exact opposite of what God wants. Success in fending off Colossi monsters in Heaven and Hell would be easier to fight in numbers.

It's a slow burn road to the pair repairing whatever bridges of trust that they had back in Eden, but Lilith has hope for them and the future.

Now..if they could only get both Heaven and Hell to listen to the danger that will soon be knocking at their gates...

SHIP UPDATE: Adam -> Receives a protection collar from Lilith

-Dog tag has the inscription 'Adam - Under Protection of Lilith'

-Protects against demonic and elemental magic

Lilith -> Receives a ring from Adam

-Accessory allows her to travel to and from Heaven undetected

[hellsirenqueen-moved]

Lucifer takes to looking all over their home until he finds Lilith, or at least gets an idea where she is. He feels relieved on finding her at least, though... he can tell she's stressed at the moment. One might chalk it up to the events and revelations of the past few weeks, but...

"Lily, I'm glad you're.... did you feel that, too?"

He steps closer, pulling her closer in an attempt to offer any possible comfort

Lilith was tense. Perhaps it was her string of Fate, or the connection she had with particular souls. . .or her sense of cosmic danger rising...

But she knew that something had happened. Something...terrible.

Though the hairs on the back of her neck stood up on edge, she relaxed for all of a few seconds, pleased to at least see that Lucifer was okay. Her arms wrapped around Lucifer tightly as if her life depended on it. "I'm glad you are safe too, my love...but yes..I feel it. I fear the worse." She had a gut feeling that someone close needed them. Lilith trusted Alastor to protect Charlie, so she wasn't overly concerned for their daughter. She would check on her soon.

But there was another, one who was also close to her and Lucifer, that tugged at her heart. "I think we need to check on Adam. Something doesn't feel right. Hang on tight, darling." She didn't give him a moment to protest or comment. Within seconds, the pair were in Heaven near Adam's apartment. Hopefully it was just her imagination, but it was best to be safe than sorry.

{ Muse mention : @dick-meister }

[hellsirenqueen-moved]

@dick-meister

I don't trust her... 🪶

[luvfae]

LINES CROSSED, PT 2

part 1

part 3

summary: thanos has always had a thing for his best friends girlfriend.

parings: thanos/choi su-bong x f!reader (nam-gyu x f!reader)

warnings: smut, alcohol use, cheating, swearing, unprotected sex, p in v

Nam-Gyu’s club was packed, the thick scent of alcohol and sweat hanging in the air. The dim lighting flickered across the dance floor, casting shadows on the sea of bodies lost in their own worlds. The bass-heavy music pulsed, vibrating through your chest, but none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered tonight was him.

Thanos.

You weren’t a regular at Nam-Gyu’s club. In fact, you’d avoided it for a while, but lately, you’d been doing things you wouldn’t normally do. Things you couldn’t seem to stop. You’d tried to erase the memory of him—the way he’d touched you, the way he made you feel—but the poison lingered. Sweet and addictive.

You leaned against the bar, nursing a drink, lost in thought. But you didn’t need to look up to know he was coming. His presence was like a storm, cutting through the crowd, drawing every eye in the room to him. When his gaze locked with yours, something twisted inside you. A pull. An undeniable hunger. You couldn’t look away, even if you tried.

“You look lonely,” he said, his voice low, teasing, nearly drowned out by the thumping beat. The words slid into your skin, making your heart skip a beat.

You swallowed hard, the familiar rush of guilt seeping in. “I’m not lonely,” you shot back, but even to your own ears, the words were weak.

His smirk deepened. “Come on,” he coaxed, stepping closer, invading your space. He extended his hand, and for a moment, you hesitated. “One dance. Just one, señorita.”

The fight in you was fading, dissolving with every breath you took, and you cursed yourself for being weak. But you still took his hand, unable to resist the pull, even as your mind screamed at you that this was wrong.

The dance floor was alive with the energy of bodies moving, but none of them mattered. Thanos moved through the crowd like he owned the place, effortlessly guiding you into his arms. His body pressed against yours, and every inch of you burned. His hands slid down your sides, low enough to make your breath catch. It wasn’t just a dance. His touch was an electric current that arced between you, igniting everything inside of you.

His breath was hot against your neck, his lips teasing the sensitive skin just below your ear. “You know you want this,” he whispered, his words a dark promise, each syllable sending a thrill down your spine.

You fought the urge to surrender, your body betraying you, but the temptation was too strong. You could feel his desire, pressing into you, making it harder to resist. The music pulsed louder, but it was his words that drowned everything else out.

“He doesn’t have to know,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your earlobe. “This can be our dirty little secret.”

A shiver ran down your spine at the thought, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you stopped fighting. You let him kiss you. Deep, possessive, like he was claiming you right there on the dance floor. His hands roamed with a familiar confidence, making your blood burn hotter with every touch.

When the club began to quiet down, signaling the end of the night, you barely noticed. You were too lost in the haze of lust and alcohol, your mind cloudy with need. Nam-Gyu, blissfully unaware, locked up the club at 4 a.m. as he always did. The weight of what was happening pressed down on you, but Thanos wasn’t done yet. Dancing had been the appetizer.

The walk to Nam-Gyu’s apartment was a blur. The alcohol clouded your mind, and the taste of Thanos lingered on your lips. You tried to steady yourself, to remind yourself that you were here with Nam-Gyu, that you should feel guilty. But all you could think about was the way Thanos had touched you, the way he made you feel like you were his, even if only for a fleeting moment.

Inside the apartment, Thanos didn’t waste any time. He closed the door with a soft click, locking his gaze on you, hunger darkening his eyes. The moment felt like it would break you in two, but you couldn’t look away. You tried to steady yourself as Nam-Gyu walked off to take a shower, but all you could think about was the way Thanos had touched you, the way you’d let him.

“You’re tipsy,” you whispered, your voice shaky, more an invitation than a warning.

He stepped toward you, his grin devilish, his eyes never leaving yours. “So are you,” he said, his voice low, almost dangerous. “Tell me you don’t want it.”

Your heart raced as he closed the distance between you, towering over you. His hand found the back of your neck, fingers tightening just enough to send a thrill through you as he pulled you into a kiss. Deep, raw, desperate. His tongue tangled with yours, a claim, a demand.

Your hands shook as you fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, your breath coming in uneven gasps. But it wasn’t enough. You needed more. And before you knew it, his hands were on your body, pushing your dress up your thighs, exposing your bare skin to him. His fingers found the waistband of your panties, and he tugged them down with ease, pulling you closer, kissing you harder.

“Jump,” he commanded, his voice rough, and like a mindless thing, you obeyed, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held you effortlessly. His cock pressed against you, teasing, the promise of what was to come making your pulse quicken.

He slid inside you, groaning as he filled you, and everything in your world exploded. The feel of him, the heat, the weight of what you were doing—it all came crashing in on you. There was no room for hesitation now, no space for guilt. Only the primal, insatiable need that burned between you.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips, his thrusts steady, powerful, driving into you with unrelenting force. Every inch of him stretched you, filled you, and you couldn’t stop the gasps that escaped your lips.

You tried to hold on, to control yourself, but it was impossible. “Imagine if your boyfriend knew you were fucking yourself on his best friend’s dick,” Thanos growled. “You think he’d be happy?”

The words stung, but in the haze of lust, they only made you want him more. “I love Nam-Gyu,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

Thanos’s response was immediate and harsh. He thrust harder, forcing the words out of you. “Don’t talk about him,” he hissed. “Not when I’m the one making you moan.”

His hands gripped your face, forcing you to meet his eyes as he fucked you with relentless intensity. “Say my name,” he demanded.

“Thanos,” you gasped.

His grin was savage. “My real name, pretty.”

You shuddered as the name slipped from your lips, “Su-bong.”

At that, he groaned, his strokes becoming faster, deeper. The pressure in your core built, and before you knew it, you were falling apart around him. Your body shook with the force of your release, your walls clamping around him, and Thanos cursed under his breath, following you into oblivion, releasing deep inside you with a savage growl.

Breathless, he pulled you back to the ground, adjusting your clothes in a blur. You were both scrambling, trying to regain some semblance of control. But the damage had already been done.

Just as you thought you might’ve gotten away with it, Nam-Gyu’s voice cut through the air, sharp and cold. “You guys done?”

Thanos froze, his eyes snapping to the bathroom door. Nam-Gyu stood there, towel still hanging loosely around his waist, his gaze icy. His anger was palpable, the betrayal evident in the harsh lines of his face.

“Get out,” he growled, his voice low and trembling with fury.

You froze, your heart plummeting as reality crashed back in. Nam-Gyu’s eyes flicked to you, and you couldn’t meet his gaze. He threw a picture of the two of you across the room, shattering the silence.

“Get the fuck out, both of you!” Nam-Gyu yelled, his anger a force you couldn’t ignore.

You scrambled for your shoes, your hands shaking as you shoved them on. You wanted to speak, to explain, but there were no words. The guilt was suffocating, your heart a hollow echo of everything you’d just done.

You fled into the night, your breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as you tried to outrun your own shame. And then Thanos was there, appearing beside you as if summoned by your pain. He pulled you into his arms, his hold tight and possessive, as if he was marking you as his.

“Oh well,” he murmured, his smirk dark and satisfied. “At least you can be mine now.”

[wettvagina]

party 4 u (atsumu + osamu)

synopsis: you had been recently invited to your typical college party, by the notorious playboy atsumu miya, which you had suspected to have taken a liking to you, unbeknownst to you he had a twin, which also seemed to have taken a liking to you

warnings: p in v , blowjob , threesome , slight cuckold (comment more warnings if I need to add them)

important: this is post timeskip and no this is not incest also i didn't proofread

"Ohmygod!" you moaned out.

"Who made this?" you exclaimed.

Your question fell on deaf ears. Music thumped relentlessly, while multicolored lights flashed, seldomly enough to keep the lively, inhabited room dimly lit. Drunken bodies swayed and collided while the smell of alcohol and perfume blended together in a sickeningly suffocating aroma.

Rolling your eyes at the lack of response to your question, you finish the rice ball in one bite. "I said who made this?" you shouted, gaining attention from some less drunken people.

"Helloooo? Am I invisible or somethin'?" You groaned out loud, earning some judging chuckles from others. You swiped your tongue over your top row of teeth, entering the crowd of swaying bodies that danced under the colored lights. Stumbling through the throng of people you can feel your vision blur while your head pangs.

"Woah, how much did you have to drink?"

"Suna? Is that you? You gotta' tell me who made those rice balls, they're amazing. I suck someone's balls for a tast-"

"Okay, you're drunk. Let's get you some water." Suna interrupted you before you could complete your sentence.

"I'm not fucking drunk. Relax." your rebuttal fell onto deaf ears when you felt your friend's vehement grip on your shoulder, guiding you through the crowd. The music somehow felt like it was inside of you, the beat of the song thumped alongside your heartbeat, and everything felt like one continuous blur.

You saw Suna's blurry face and his familiar head of brown hair. He shuffled in front of you, opening a mini fridge near the wall, taking out a cold bottle of water.

The song switched, this time you really felt the bass in your chest, which only induced your throbbing headache. "Fuck, let's get you to a quiet room." Suna cursed, dragging you upstairs.

You could feel the weight of your eyelids and before you knew it the music died down; the air didn't feel like a whiff of poison. You felt something cold and wet in your palms, which you soon realized to be the water bottle Suna had retrieved.

"Stay here, don't move, and drink the water if you know what's good for you." Suna reprimanded. You rolled your eyes playfully as your back hit the comfort of someone's bed. You didn't know whose sheets these were but it sure did smell good.

"Okay, thank you." You managed to let out, sitting up, unscrewing the cap and taking large gulps of the water. As if that was confirmation, Suna left the room, the only thing you heard was a door click shut.

You immediately fell back onto the bed; you could barely register your surroundings. But it seemed familiar, especially the smell, you laid face down, inhaling the sheets trying to prompt your brain to draw the connection between the smell of the detergent used on the sheets and whoever it belonged to.

"Y/n?''

You lifted your heavy eyelids, body jerking upwards upon hearing the familiar voice of Atsumu Miya, the reason you were even allowed at this party in the first place.

"Miya?" you spat his name looking around the brightly colored room before spotting him, walking out of the walk-in closet shoving his arm into a button up shirt.

Your eyes traced down to his exposed skin. You knew he played volleyball for the school and boy did that shape him up.

His broad shoulders, toned chest and abdomen, and a v-line that looked as if it was sculped by God himself. You didn't realize you were gawking at him until you caught a conceited smirk appear on his face, followed by a chuckle.

"Call me Atsumu. And take a picture it'll last longer." He quipped, leaving the shirt unbuttoned, which you took advantage of by getting a more up-close view of his delicious chest.

Atsumu sat next to you on the bed, seemingly unbothered by your presence in his personal room.

"Oh- I'm sorry for being here. Suna said I was too drunk so he shoved me in this room, but I don't even understand him I'm just fine." you began.

Atsumu chuckled, a small smile forming on his face as he eyed your body. Maybe you made a good decision coming in this short, snappy pink dress, that squeezed your curves pushed up your boobs, to form the cleavage that Atsumu was currently staring at.

"You? Drunk? Never." Atsumu giggled, "And it's fine. I don't mind having a pretty girl in my room, on my bed." Atsumu bantered, with a supercilious smile plastered on his lips, his face inched closer to yours and you could get a coherent whiff of his cologne.

It was so strong, masculine and alluring. It nearly made your panties wet. Oh wait it did!

You suppressed a shy smile when you felt your core heat up, Atsumu's smile broadened as he quickly distanced his face from yours. Licking his lips, he spread his legs in his sitting position, "So Y/n I didn't know you were such a party animal." Atsumu joked.

"Well I'm pretty sure someone spiked the punch an-" You stopped yourself mid-sentence and your eyes popped widely.

"Oh my God, who made the rice balls!" You sluggishly exclaimed nearly toppling onto Atsumu on the bed.

Atsumu's eyes widened but he ultimately smirked as he felt your upper body press onto him. However, muffled sounds of shuffling emerged from the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom.

You were still pressed tightly onto his chest, you could almost hear his heartbeat— or not, you couldn't differentiate between the rapid thump in his chest and the intense bass of the music downstairs.

You both turned to look at the bathroom door behind Atsumu's shoulder, hearing the door click open.

"Me! I made the riceballs!" Said another version of Atsumu, except this one had dark grey hair. He stood below the doorframe, with the door swung open, his face was red and slightly sweaty and he lacked a shirt.

"What? No way, those were great!" You ranted, Atsumu held you up by your shoulders and ensure your upper body was firmly erect so you didn't fall over in your sitting position. He arose from the bed and walked towards the doorframe, only then did it click.

"I know I'm drunk, but I'm pretty sure there's two of you." You quipped.

"This is my twin brother." Atsumu said, not-so-excitedly.

"Osamu!" The grey haired man announced.

"Samu, stop. Yer' drunk." Atsumu reprimanded sternly.

"Sorry for throwing up on you, but who's this pretty girl?" Osamu staggered towards you, settling next to you on the bed.

You barely caught Atsumu's expression of pure shock mixed with anger and a little bit of frustration.

"Well if I can't have you, Atsumu I can just have your brother." Your slurred with confidence.

You watched Osamu smile sheepishly before slowly leaning in. Your eyes widened when his lips crashed onto yours, but you ultimately gave in, letting his soft, wet lips ride over yours. You felt his hand grab your jaw as he kissed you deeper.

"What the fuck?!" You heard Atsumu yell, you opened your eyes only to be smushed closer to Osamu's embrace as his hand trailed around your waist.

You heard heavy, rapid stomps as Atsumu darted across the room. Pull you both apart from each other, Osamu looked dumbstruck but smiled coyly nonetheless.

Staring up at Atsumu's angry expression, you found it kind of attractive despite just kissing his brother.

You looked at him with heavy lidded eyes before standing up and abruptly kissing Atsumu. You felt him gasp into your mouth before ultimately giving in, more so he parted your lips with his tongue and dipped it into your mouth tasting the alcohol on your tongue.

You moaned desperately into his mouth when you felt Osamu's hand caress your body from the behind. Atsumu grabbed at your hips and pushed you onto the bed. Hovering over you when your back hit the soft sheets, "Stop bein' greedy." You heard Osamu chortle, you broke out of the kiss with Atsumu and smirked at Osamu, before savoring the way Atsumu had you pinned down on the bed.

His firm, tense lower body pressed onto yours and his thick, muscular arms caged around your body, leaving you with butterflies in your stomach and a pool of your arousal between your legs.

"Get out, Samu'." Atsumu commanded while being on top of you.

Osamu rolled his eyes, before adjusting his body to stand up.

"Wait!" You interrupted.

Both boys looked at you and you felt your panties dampen.

"I have two holes for a reason." You announced, slipping the strap of your dress off of your shoulder.

Both boys physically tensed, but the fact Atsumu's dick hardened between your legs said that he wasn't opposed to the idea. And the way Osamu instantly halted in his position notified you that it was gonna' be a rough night.

Atsumu wasted no time, throwing off his shirt and tugging off your dress, Osamu came closer to you on the bed, when your dress finally came off both boys waited for some sort of confirmation.

"Whoever gets the condom first gets to fuck me." You state.

Watching as both boys scrambled to their feet and darting towards the wardrobe in the room, shoving each other, nearly falling onto their faces and when Osamu grabbed at the drawer, pulling it open Atsumu shoved his hand away and grabbed the last condom.

The packet in his hand felt so palpable, this felt better than any win his volleyball team could ever score.

"Fuck." Osamu groaned out, you giggled waiting for Atsumu to come onto you. Eager as ever, he shifted down his pants while walking towards you, letting his cock spring free and hastily slipping on the condom.

He nearly jumped onto you, latching his lips onto yours before trailing lines of kisses down your neck, then to the dip between your breasts and finally stopping above your bellybutton.

He looked up at you, waiting for you to say something. "Are you gonna' put it in or should I ask Os-" in one swift motion, Atsumu grabbed your hips, flipping you over and pulling your ass against his pelvis, leaving you speechless.

Being on all fours, you were faced with Osamu's crotch, which looked painfully stiff in his pants. You pawed at his pants, signaling for him to remove it. Finally, you looked at him, longingly and seductive.

Osamu stared down at you, mesmerized by the blowjob‐eyes you were giving him, the playful slap Atsumu delivered onto your ass pulled him out of his trance.

"Oh— pull them down— okay!" Osamu hastily spoke, unbuckling his cargo shorts.

Everything was happening so slowly as you felt yourself sobering up, and the gravity of the situation hit you.

You were sandwiched between your school's playboy and his equally sexy twin brother.

Without hesitation you pulled down Osamu's pants earning a smack in the face by his tip, leaking, milky white droplets of precum smeared on your cheek like icing.

You were utterly gobsmacked by the immense size of Osamu, you only began stroking the massive, log of flesh Osamu called his penis when his brother Atsumu began lining the tip of his meaty cock along your sticky, wet entrance.

Osamus head fell back in pleasure as he stood in front of you, body glistening with sweat whilst his chiseled, god-carven body positioned tense with pleasure taking control of all his nerves.

You knew Atsumu could feel the way your glistening pussy dripped with arousal as his cock slid through the slit with ease. You couldn't tell if he liked it or hated it, but frankly, you didn't care.

Your lips 'popped' upon the exit of Osamu's tip, you kept your body on all fours but used one hand to keep yourself up and the other to stroke Osamu's pink-tipped, throbbing cock.

His cock slipped in and out the c-shaped hold your hand formed, with beady white droplets of precum trailing down your wrist, sticking your tongue out when Atsumu finally prodded the tip of his penis against your begging pussy, you licked the trail of Osamu's precum, your pink tongue dragging all the way from your wrist, to the palm of your hand where Osamu's thick cock laid.

Swallowing every droplet, leaving none to waste.

You took his stiff cock back into your mouth once again, the great size making your mouth look like you stuffed it with 10 jumbo-sized marshmallows.

"Ugnh—!" You moaned against the ridge of his cock when Atsumu finally shoved his hard cock into your aching pussy, the overbearing pleasure making you take Osamu's cock deeper into your throat.

"Holyyy— Fuck!" Osamu let out in the form of a throaty moan when his tip touched the back of your throat.

"Shit— ah— yr' pussy's so m–fuckin' tight!" Atsumu groaned out, using his left hand to grip your ass cheek, his knees dug deep into the mattress, wrinkling the sheets and making the bed creak.

You continued to moan along his brother's cock, your spit coating his entire shaft in the process. Atsumu picked up his pace and the bed creaked at an almost embarrassingly loud speed.

Osamu caressed the side of your cheek as he pulled and pushed his cock in and out of your mouth, stifling the moans you had bubbling in your throat.

"Too fucked out to even suck my dick, huh? Osamu whined, his hips moved forward and back as he fucked your mouth, not even giving your melted brain chance to process the doubled pleasure you were receiving.

"Fuck—!" Atsumu moaned loudly while continuing to fuck deeper and harder into you, forcing Osamu's thick cock down your throat. Atsumu's meaty cock digged so deep into you that you could practically feel it in your chest.

The vibrations of your muffled moans against Osamu's moving cock made him slow his pace and give you chance to grab onto it once more and stroke him while sucking on his tip like a popsicle.

Atsumu used both hands to grab the sides of your waist, that's when he pushed his cock so deep into you that you nearly heard your heartbeat and feel your lower stomach pulsate with a sharp yet fuzzy feeling of pleasure.

"Gonna' fuck you harder like this— fuck!" Atsumu groaned.

Atsumu drilled into your pussy at an evil pace, making you gag onto Osamu's cock as it entered your throat. Atsumu's hold on your waist traveled down to your hips where it grabbed onto for dear life while he jackhammered into your pussy with the speed of a fucking lightning bolt.

"Fuck— I'm gonna cum, I'm— ahh!" Osamu let out an almost pornographic moan when he felt himself tensen in your mouth as his cock laid on your tongue.

You don't know where you even got the power to slide his cock out of your mouth, vocalizing the downright nasty words of 'cum on my face'.

"Yr' face? Okay-" Osamu whined almost out of pure joy as he started stroking himself.

"Yeah all over my face." You finally said when you got the opportunity to speak once more now that a dick wasn't in your mouth.

"Shit— alright." Osamu moaned whilst stroking himself in front of your face, your face moved slightly closer then slightly farther away from his cock as Atsumu still fucked into you, letting out deep, emotive moans while hitting it from the back.

Osamu felt his cock twitch and you parted your lips slightly sticking out your tongue because Atsumu reached that spot inside of you that had your knees wobbly and lower stomach burning with fiery, hot jolts of pleasure.

Osamu came all over your face, stroking himself whilst his tip sprayed white ribbons of cum all over your face, tongue included.

"Fuck, ugh—" He moaned while cumming, you could barely focus on that though while Atsumu pounded into you, the purely erotic sounds of skin on skin slapping filled the environment and you're sure that if the speakers downstairs wasn't on full volume, I'm talking maxed out with the speakers vibrating, you were sure that everyone in the party downstairs would be outside the room your in, ears pressed to the door hearing you get slutted out by the party host and his twin brother.

The thought alone paired with the way Osamu stared at your cum-painted face made you moan even louder, in sync with Atsumu's already lewd, loud moans.

"Ah— yr' taking me so well." Atsumu said and you looked back at him, facing away from his brother. Seeing the picturesque view of his glistened abs, pleasure-striken face and, bulging biceps as he held onto your hips and connected his cum-coated cock to your greedy pussy.

You bit your lower lip, nearly feeling as if you could cum to the sight of him absolutely destroying your pussy from the back, "I'm gonna' cum if you keep going that fast—" you said in one breath while your arms were about to give out.

Osamu gripped your face, making you face him once more, you noticed that his hand was sticky and coated with cum.

You smirked, sticking your tongue out to lick it off the palm of his hand, "You like to watch?" You say slyly with your tongue retreating back into your mouth.

Osamu's face practically screwed into a face of confusion and some sort of mix of anger, jealousy and sadness but you could honestly care less with the way Atsumu's dick curved against your walls.

"I'm gonna cum—" Atsumu shrieked, letting out a string of heavy breaths and loud moans as he cock tensed inside of you, resulting in your walls tightening around him.

"Holy shit— ah— I'm! He cut himself off by letting out some more guttural moans as he emptied his sticky, white cum into the condom.

You could feel the hot mixture of both his and your cum drip down your thighs and onto the bedsheets. It didn't take long to form a pool of cum around where your knees dug into the sheets with the amount that Atsumu pumped into you. You could feel his rapid breaths and slight whimper as he completely fell onto you, nearly crushing you with his body weight.

"Shit— sorry." He panted pushing himself off of your body. "It's fine." You managed to say between breaths, you turned to look around at the messy room, seeing the bathroom door close and a head of grey hair disappear.

You were about to express a face of concern or maybe disappointment but before you got the chance to Atsumu flipped you around, grabbing your shoulders tenderly.

A smirk plastered onto his already beautiful face, making him more handsome, with his blonde hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead.

"Round two?" He boldly asks.

"Missionary this time though, I wanna see your face." He says pinning you down, hand coming to grab your chin.

[hells-sirenqueen]

@dick-meister

Lilith is being distant and Adam wants to be more affectionate ^°^

Adam: Lilith you know I will always love you*approaches* I don't want you to go away from me.

Lilith: what..? W-wait what are you trying to...

Adam: my darling *takes his hand and kisses it*

[hom3landr]

"just lie to me, okay? just this once."

Necessary Lies

CW - Major Character Death, descriptions of gore and sickness, ANGST ANGST ANGST

Homelander’s intentions had been pure when he arranged to dose you with Compound V. He’s reminded by a friend that’s how the road to hell is paved

You aren’t getting better.

Homelander’s stomach turns.

You aren’t getting better.

He’d done everything right. The whole process was done under the supervision of all of Vought’s best doctors and scientists. Even as you screamed and begged, he’d been confident that any complications could be swiftly dealt with. Sure, you’d been an adult when the V had been introduced into your system but you are strong. You have to be. You have to.

He watches you in your room. It doesn’t seem right for you to be surrounded by so much blank white. You are color and light but even you can’t withstand the way the awful room dims your soul. Maybe if you could see the sun you’d get better. But the doctors insist you are too fragile to handle any environment except the sterile one you are contained in.

He bites his lip anxiously as you continue to hack up blood, the bright crimson automatically drawing the eye. His instincts tell him to scan you, to watch as the V twists your DNA and transforms you into something greater.

I told you not to get your hopes up. You tend to have a less than stellar track record when it comes to mud people.

He shakes his head and tries to ignore the little voice in his ear. He’s wrong this time. It’s a hiccup that’s all. You’re strong. You are.

The voice is blocked out but not by his own efforts. A horrible cry leaves your lips as your bones crack and shift under your skin. More red spews on the floor. He winces at the wet splat as a chunk of something hits the floor.

That was juicy. Wanna bet that was a lung?

Homelander tastes iron as he splits his own lip. It feels like it’s your blood he’s tasting. It’s your blood he’s spilt.

That one was a little mean, I admit. But buck up Bucko, this is what you signed up for. Maybe you’ll listen to me next time.

He’s done this before. Why the fuck were you the one with complications?

“There’s a good reason Vought doesn’t do it.”

That’s what he told Madelyn that fateful night.

He’d killed her too

He steps to the side as a squad of sour smelling scientists rush in to stabilize you. But what can they do? What can they do now that the only outcome is for the poison to run its course? He vividly fantasizes about popping each one’s head like a ripe melon as punishment for not fixing this. It doesn’t make him feel better.

Please

He begs the voice in his head.

Just lie to me, okay? Just this once.

The once dependable steady rhythm of your heartbeat is dangerously erratic.

You smell like death.

Please!

He worries the cut on his lip with his tongue. It feels strange to have a wound. The scientists flutter around you nervously. They know you’re a lost cause but Homelander’s icy gaze compels them to at least pretend to be helpful. Their terror burns his nose. He decides to make their demise slow.

No can do Buddy, you know that’s not what I’m here for. I’m the only one who’ll never lie to you.

Your heartbeat grows fainter. Your breaths rattle.

One of the scientists pisses himself.

Please…

You turn your head and despite your eyes meeting his, he knows you can’t see him. You wouldn’t be able to even without the wall in the way. He doesn’t think you can see much of anything anymore.

I told you so. Better go in and say your goodbyes.

I hate you

Aw buddy, I’m the only thing you have left.

Your heart stops and a noise all too terribly familiar leaves your throat. The last noise you’ll ever make. A wail just as wretched leaves his lips.

He didn’t even say goodbye. He let you die in that awful room alone. He wasn’t even holding your hand. You were alone like he was alone all those many years ago. Being poked at like he was.

He vomits bile onto the floor.

You’re gonna need me more than ever now. Better get used to it.

[hells-sirenqueen]

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¥ Tell me the things you love most about me. Then tell me the things you absolutely hate

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"You really want to do this? Well..I am sure you know that you will be hearing things you don't like upon your request. So don't have your knickers in a knot when I call you out on your bullshit." Lilith clears her throat, preparing herself for a little speech.

"I love that you are willing to talk to me. Even after everything that's happened, you are there to lend an ear if I need someone to talk to. I love that you play along with my teasing. That adorable golden glow over your cheeks never seems out of place, especially when I give you a piece of your own medicine. It should serve you right when you stick your tongue out at a woman during a meeting darling.~" She giggles softly,"I love the way you kiss me, how you're tender but meaningful with each press of our lips. It makes me wonder what else I can get that tongue of yours to do." Giving a soft sigh, she glanced to the side, "I love the music you play. Each melody strummed through your guitar inspires me to add a lyric to your music."

"But for every blessing you hold, there are parts of you that I absolutely hate. You're always so full of yourself. Bringing up the past. Over ten thousand years have passed and you still hold a grudge back from Eden?! You got what you want. You got to heaven. The golden child of the high heavens. Boasting about your title makes you look like an ass. Your vanity fills your head with delusions that everyone finds you attractive. You're good looking but I wouldn't but my whole day on hold to bend backwards for you. There's only one person I'd do that for and that's not you. Knowing the truth now, our first time together now feels like a memory of a nightmare. I usually prefer intimacy with rough behavior - but only because that was the only way I was introduced to it. You made me feel that the only way I'll be acknowledged is if I'm near tears with my body aching in pain, pinned against the ground with only your wants and needs satisfied.

It...took a few thousand years for Lucifer to have me open to the idea of us doing something softer, a gentle love before I was even over everything."

Lilith slowly wrapped her own arms around herself, "I hate that I don't always feel safe with you. I fear that your anger will turn into violence and you'll want to harm me in someway.

You aren't the only one with trust issues, Adam. I'm trying though. So desperately hard..I'm trying to trust you again. It's..been an uphill battle."

[hellsirenqueen-moved]

@dick-meister 👀

Ex-husbands.

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Muse | Azumane Asahi x f!reader

7.- The Taste of Defeat

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cw. angstyyy, metions of scars, past trauma and anxiety. guilt. emotional monitoring. keeping secrets wc. 5k an. it's finally heere! i apologize for the long wait—this chapter took me a lot of editing and re-editing to feel satisfied ;v; and even then, i couldn’t have done it without the help of my beloved moot (you know who you are 7v7) and some of my real-life friends. anyway, i hope y'all enjoy this chapter. feel free to let me know your thoughts in the comments!

The taste of defeat is something that lingers—bitter and unshakable, settling at the back of the throat like something swallowed too quickly, too forcefully, yet refusing to go down. It's the sharp tang of exhaustion, the metallic edge of adrenaline fading into something hollow.

It tastes like sweat and disappointment, like the remnants of something once sweet now turned sour—hope curdled by the harsh bite of reality. Like a breath held too long, then released with nothing but the weight of silence in its wake.

And worst of all, it's familiar. Defeat, once tasted, is never truly forgotten. It clings to the tongue, a phantom reminder of every time victory was just out of reach.

You were all too familiar with the taste. Tokyo, for you, had always tasted like defeat. The word sat heavy on your tongue, like something you couldn't swallow, no matter how hard you tried.

Tokyo was a place that made your memories reek of defeat.

Every grade that wasn't perfect, leading to long, stern lectures in the living room about expectations and obligations.

Every backhanded comment disguised as advice, slipping seamlessly into those lectures like poison wrapped in silk.

Every insult. Every moment you were made to feel like you weren't enough.

Your parents, barely speaking to you on a daily basis, but always finding time to scold and humiliate you.

Every slap.

Which is why, now, after three grueling sets and a deuce that stretched on like eternity, Karasuno's loss against Seijoh made the court in the Sendai City Gym feel like the very essence of how Tokyo felt—oppressive, suffocating.

The final, echoing thud of the ball landing on Karasuno's side sent a crushing weight through your chest. The sight of the team collapsing to the floor on their knees, some gripping their shirts in anguish made your stomach twist painfully.

They fought so fiercely. They were so close.

And yet, in the end, it hadn't been enough.

Your hands clenched at your sides as your gaze swept over them.

Kageyama and Hinata's expressions were especially painful to witness—exhaustion mixing with disbelief, passing behind hollow eyes.

They looked like they had fought a war. For them it must've felt like one.

And then, your gaze landed on the third-years, hiding their emotions behind polite bows to the crowd.

Your heart clenched. Was this their last tournament?

Most third-years didn't participate in Spring Nationals, too busy preparing for university to dedicate time to the club. Would that be the case for Daichi, Suga, and Asahi? The thought left a hollow ache in your chest.

You made a mental note to ask Asahi about it later. Whatever his choice, he needed to know that you would be there to support him.

The team eventually filed out of the gym, drained and silent, their heads hanging low, the weight of their loss evident in their heavy footsteps. The air felt thick and dry, like a parched mouth after running too hard, too long, only to collapse just before the finish line.

You waited outside this time, learning from your mistake the day before.

No one had the energy for words, and you didn't blame them.

Even the usually boisterous members of the team—Tanaka, Nishinoya—were quiet, their shoulders slumped as though the fight had been knocked out of them. They didn't even glance at you as they walked past. Only Sugawara and Daichi offered you a small smile, a polite, silent bow.

Asahi was the last to step outside. He lingered in the doorway for a moment, his fingers tightening around the strap of his duffel bag. His eyes, usually so full of determination, were dull, staring at nothing in particular. A quiet, empty kind of exhaustion settled into them, the kind that came from more than just physical strain. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came. Instead, he exhaled shakily, the sound barely audible over the pounding in his ears.

When he looked up and saw you, something in his face shifted—a flicker of relief breaking through the sorrow.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice hoarse from calling across the court for so long.

He tried to smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

You didn't say anything at first. Instead, you stepped forward, closing the distance between you and wrapping your arms tightly around him.

He smelled like sweat, like him, and for a moment, you just held him.

Asahi stiffened for a brief moment, caught off guard, but then his shoulders slumped, and he let out a shaky breath. His hands hovered uncertainly before finally settling on your back, his touch gentle yet firm as he returned the hug. His forehead dropped onto your shoulder, and you felt the deep, exhausted sigh he let out against your skin.

"Hey..." you whispered in response.

He chuckled weakly, the sound barely above a breath.

"Hey..." he repeated, as if the word was all he had the energy for.

You couldn't help but smile, rubbing slow, soothing circles over his back.

"Hey..."

A quiet chuckle left him this time, a real one, albeit small. His grip on you tightened slightly, as though grounding himself in the warmth of your presence. He buried his face a little deeper into the crook of your neck, breathing you in, searching for comfort in the way you held him. Your breath hitched a little at the gesture.

"You smell nice," he mumbled, the words muffled against your skin.

Your cheeks warmed at the quiet confession and the feeling of his lips on your neck.

'Keep your thoughts pure, Y/N. He's going through a hard time. Keep your thoughts pure'

You didn't pull away. Not yet. You wanted him to take what he needed from this moment, to let himself fall apart just a little in the safety of your arms.

Eventually, though, he did pull back—just enough for his eyes to meet yours. And there it was again—that expression. The curve of his mouth twitched, but it never quite formed a smile. His shoulders sagged as if they'd grown too heavy, and the tightness in his jaw made it clear he was trying, desperately trying, to hold it all in. His eyes—those usually warm, gentle eyes—now seemed hollow, distant. It was the kind of look that made your chest ache, as though he was blaming himself for something he could never fix.

"We lost," he said simply.

And in those two words, you heard everything he couldn't say.

You raised a hand, cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly over his skin.

His breath hitched at the touch, his tired eyes searching yours for something—reassurance, comfort, forgiveness.

Maybe all three.

"I saw..." you murmured.

Asahi closed his eyes for a brief moment, leaning into your palm, letting himself savor the warmth of it.

"We gave it everything we had," he whispered, voice thick with disappointment. "But it still wasn't enough."

"Aoba Johsai is an incredible team," you said gently, tracing your thumb along his cheekbone. "You made them look like amateurs out there, and that deuce stretched on forever—you fought so hard, Asahi. You all did."

He let out a slow, unsteady breath. He wanted to believe you. He really did. But his mind kept replaying the match, every mistake, every moment he thought he could have done better.

"We were so close..." he murmured. "If only we had... if only I had—"

"Asahi," you interrupted softly. "Please, forgive yourself."

His gaze flickered back to yours, uncertainty and hesitation swirling in his tired eyes.

"It's... hard," he admitted, barely above a whisper. "I feel like I let everyone down. I was supposed to be the ace, right? But I-I couldn't even deliver in the end! And you skipped school just to watch us fail. I—"

Your fingers curled slightly against his cheek, grounding him. "You didn't fail," you whispered, voice steady. "You fought. And that's enough."

He exhaled shakily, and for the first time since the match ended, his shoulders eased just a little. As if the weight of his regret was still there, but lighter. Manageable.

Slowly, he nodded, his expression softening.

"How do you think Shoyo-kun feels right now?" you whispered again. Your voice was firm but steady, soft. "It was his spike that failed in the end. Or Kageyama? Do you think he regrets setting that play? I bet Nishinoya-san is thinking, 'If I had received better, we would've won.'"

You caressed his cheek, keeping his attention on you. You sighed and shook your head before looking back into his deep, brown eyes.

"My point is... you will always feel like you could've done more, but holding onto that feeling will only hold you back. You have every right to be frustrated right now. But please..." You begged. "Please forgive yourself tomorrow."

Asahi stared at you, his lips parting slightly as the weight of your words settled over him.

The truth of them hit deep, cutting through the fog of his self-doubt. He knew you were right.

There would always be something more he could have done, something to regret. But if he let that guilt consume him, it would only keep him from moving forward.

Slowly, he nodded, his expression softening, a small, tired smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"You're right," he whispered. "I will forgive myself... tomorrow."

You smiled, letting your hands fall so you could wrap your arms around him again.

"I can take that."

This time, he didn't hesitate.

He hugged you tightly, as if drawing strength from you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, taking a slow, steadying breath.

"Thank you," he murmured. "Thank you for being here for me."

A shiver ran down your spine at the feeling of his breath against your skin. You tightened your hold on him, hoping he could feel the love radiating from you, hoping it could heal him.

Even if just a little.

"That's what I'm here for," you whispered. "I will be here for you. In case you win, in case you lose."

He hummed, tightening his grip a little more.

"Same here..." he sighed. "What I said last night... please keep that in mind."

"I know there's a lot you don't talk about, but I'd really appreciate it if you told me sometimes."

It was sweet. You wanted to believe it, you really did.

But it was harder than it seemed.

It had taken almost a year to open up to the Sakanoshitas to the point you were now. And even then, it wasn't like you could sit down and share every thought swirling through your head with Aina. That would only worry her. And she worried enough—too much, sometimes.

You felt the same about Asahi.

He already carried so much on his shoulders, and you couldn't bear to add to that weight. Especially not with the burdens you'd been carrying alone for so long.

The weight you hid well—especially beneath those long sleeves.

Even though you were clean now, that shame still clung to you. You knew, deep down, that when Asahi eventually saw your scars—instead of just hearing about them—he would worry.

Constantly.

Just like Aina did. Just like your uncle. Just like Keishin did, every time you looked upset. You weren't even allowed to cry behind closed doors. If it was that way with the Sakanoshitas, How much more would Asahi worry?

You couldn't burden him with that weight.

Not when it felt like it was entirely yours to carry.

You couldn't talk about the darkness in your mind. You couldn't talk about what you'd survived in Tokyo. Not when you knew the moment you rolled up your sleeves, or even let him see the heaviness in your eyes, he'd carry the worry like a stone in his chest.

You couldn't risk that.

But you were also aware you wouldn't be able to escape him forever. Eventually, he would see the scars.

Eventually, he would realize that your mind could be just as cruel to you as your parents had been.

And he would worry.

And then you would worry about him worrying.

And then you'd regret ever opening your mouth.

Or rolling up your sleeves.

And yet—

"I want to be a support for you, like you have been to me."

You believed him. How could you not?

He had been nothing but open with you—about his fears, his insecurities, his struggles with Dateko. Even about how he felt toward you.

You were the one hiding.

And Asahi didn't deserve that.

You sighed, feeling the weight of your inner conflict.

"I'll try..."

He nodded in silent understanding. He knew it would take you time to open up, but he was willing to wait. Besides, both the exhaustion from the match and the disappointment of the loss didn't leave him much energy to argue.

He searched your eyes for a long moment, as if trying to measure the truth in your words. Then, slowly, he nodded.

"I'll wait," he murmured, voice low but steady. "For as long as it takes."

There was no pressure in his words, no expectation—just quiet reassurance. And somehow, that made it even harder to swallow.

You offered a small, tired smile, but inside, the pressure on your chest only deepened.

Because no matter how much you trusted him, how much you cared for him—

Some truths were harder to share than others. Some wounds still ached when touched.

But for now, Asahi was warm in your arms, his heartbeat steady against yours.

For now, that was enough.

He hugged you tighter, inhaling your scent deeply as he let out a long, exhausted sigh.

Then—there was a cough.

You both pulled apart quickly, as if you'd been caught doing something illicit.

PDA was never a great look, sure, but still... not illegal, right?

Sawamura Daichi stood in front of you with a raised eyebrow, arms crossed over his chest. No hostility in his posture, just a rapidly growing curiosity.

"So..." he began, "Coach Ukai is taking us to eat."

You and Asahi nodded eagerly, almost too quickly, stepping apart as a flush crept up your neck.

Daichi's smile grew ever so slightly.

"So, get on the van, then."

It was the most obvious instruction both your and Asahi's embarrassment-fogged brains could process. And yet, all you could do was nod again in unison, stepping toward the exit like you were on autopilot.

You barely registered the warmth of Daichi's hands pressing against your backs.

"Also, remember... it's a little rude to be all touchy in public. Let's not give people a bad impression of Karasuno, yeah?"

This time, you and Asahi blushed even more, both nodding eagerly. Daichi guided you out of the gym and toward the van, where the rest of the team waited.

As soon as you stepped inside, the awkward tension you had felt earlier disappeared, replaced by a much heavier one.

The air felt thick, pressing down on your shoulders, as an unspoken sadness filled the space.

Daichi had done his best to mask his own disappointment, making room for the two of you in that tender moment, but here, in the van, surrounded by slumped shoulders and tired eyes, you could feel it. The deep, unrelenting sadness.

And yet, there were still butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You still felt the ghost of Asahi's arms around you, his breath against your skin, his lips on your neck, his whispered "thank you" lingering in your mind.

And you felt guilty for it.

For the quiet, selfish joy curling in your chest while everyone else was drowning in heartbreak.

It almost felt wrong to hold onto this feeling of happiness when his teammates sat in silence, eyes fixed on nothing, rewatching every failed point in their heads.

Do I deserve to feel this light while they all feel so heavy?

The unfairness of it curled around your ribs, tightening.

You sighed as you sat down next to Asahi. His eyes were still distant, fixed on the window as the van rumbled along. The previous embarrassment from Daichi's interruption had faded, leaving only a quiet, almost somber expression on his face. The gym had long disappeared behind you, replaced by the rural landscape of Miyagi, rolling past in the evening light.

His features were soft in the fading sunlight, the glow catching on the curve of his cheekbone and the line of his jaw-too beautiful, too painfully perfect, that it almost hurt to look at him. You found yourself staring at him, feeling a sudden ache to capture this very moment, the quiet weight of it.

Was it wrong that you wanted to draw him just like this?

The reflection of him in the window didn't do justice to the tension in his face, the storm simmering just beneath the surface. How could you possibly translate that unease into something tangible? Capture it on paper?

The faint furrow of his brow, the softness of his eyes, how lost he seemed in thought. You assumed it was the match, the missed points, the missteps. But you couldn't help but wonder—was there something else beneath it? You couldn't help but wonder if that conflict in his hazel eyes was about what you had been thinking earlier.

Was he already thinking about what came next? About quitting, about the future?

A tight knot formed in your chest as you turned toward him, gently clearing your throat in an attempt to cut through the haze that had settled over you both.

"Asahi-san. Are you thinking about what you want to do now?" Your voice felt small, tentative, a delicate break in the quiet.

His eyes blinked, a flash of surprise crossing his face before he met your gaze. For a moment, he didn't speak, just stared at you, as if pulling himself back from a place only he could reach.

"How did you...?"

"I didn't want to ask earlier. I know you must be feeling disappointed..." You hesitated, unsure if now was the right time. "Actually, maybe I shouldn't have asked at all. I—"

"No," he interrupted, his voice steadying as his gaze softened. "I want to play. I want to keep playing volleyball with everyone. Go to Spring Nationals."

His words were firm, a breath of fresh air that sliced through the thick tension in the van. The clarity in his voice made your heart lift, that weight pressing on your chest lightening just a little.

"That's good," you murmured, your smile returning despite the heaviness still lingering in the air. But he shook his head, as if there was more.

"Aren't you going to tell me I should quit and study for university exams?" His tone was dry, almost self-deprecating.

"Should I?" you asked, a playful glimmer in your eyes despite the gravity of the situation.

"Hah. Maybe." He chuckled softly, a bitter edge to it. "I bet that's what my parents are going to tell me..."

"But I asked what you wanted to do," you said, voice softening. "Not what you think you should do."

His eyes softened, the weight of his exhaustion settling in his shoulders. "Then yeah... I'm not going to college this year. I want to play volleyball. I want to go to the spring tournament with the team."

You nodded, feeling a warmth rise in your chest. "Then that's what you'll do. And I'll be here to help you, no matter what. That's what... a good girlfriend should do."

You could feel the words slip out before you could stop them, the weight of them suddenly too much to bear. The heat flooded your cheeks, and your heart skipped in a way you couldn't ignore. It felt like a shift had happened. You were no longer just comforting him-no longer just friends. The words left you before you could really think about what they meant.

Asahi froze next to you, his breath catching so suddenly that for a split second, you worried you might have actually broken him. Heat flooded up his neck, blooming across his cheeks, burning the tips of his ears.

Girlfriend.

The word felt foreign, yet so real. A delicate moment. Too fragile, like a thread that could snap if pulled too hard.

And still, he didn't move. Didn't breathe.

As if the slightest shift might make you realize what you were doing, what you were saying—might make you change your mind.

There was something there, something so new, so fragile, between the two of you now. Yesterday, you had been nothing more than friends—two people circled around each other, dancing around the idea of what could be. But now? Now, everything felt different.

You could rest your head against him, just because. You could reach for his hand, and he would take it. You could pull him close, and he would hold you back.

And God, did he want to.

Asahi's heart pounded, a wild, frenzied beat that had nothing to do with the match but everything to do with you. The warmth of your head against his arm. The scent of you. The way you fit so perfectly, like you had always belonged there.

You were so close.

If he just shifted, just turned his head the tiniest bit-he could press his lips against your hair. Could breathe you in properly, let himself sink into the comfort of you.

Would you let him?

Would you let him hold you the way he ached to? Would you tuck yourself against his chest, let him curl his arms around you, let him keep you there, safe, warm-his?

Would you let him love you the way he already did?

Oh.

Oh, he was doomed.

He exhaled shakily, forcing himself to stay still, to breathe, to not get lost in the image of you-of more, of forever.

But if the weight of your head against his arm made him feel dizzy, if the warmth of your breath against his sleeve twisted his stomach into tight knots—if the thought of having you like this, every day, made his chest ache in a way that was almost painful—

Well.

That was something he'd gladly suffer through.

"You're so sweet to me," he whispered, voice low, full of quiet vulnerability. "I feel like I don't do enough for you."

Something in your chest tightened, an ache you didn't expect.

"You do more for me than you know," you replied, trying to steady your breath, but the words felt fragile, unsure.

"I want to do more..." His voice trailed off, like a quiet plea, the words hanging in the space between you two. His eyes searched yours, desperate for a glimpse of your soul, wishing you'd let him in. He wanted to know the whole truth, to carry the weight of your history, of your scars, of everything you hadn't yet shared.

A sharp, bitter ache gripped your chest at the thought, the wall you built so carefully feeling more like paper than stone. The weight of his unspoken question-a question you weren't ready to answer-pressed down on you, suffocating. You pulled away, just enough to meet his eyes, but your gaze flitted nervously, avoiding the intensity.

'No, not yet... not now.'

Instead, you grasped for something, anything to break the silence.

"So, is that a yes to drawing you?"

The question left your mouth faster than you could stop it. Your voice came out too eager, too sharp—a desperate distraction. The urgency in your tone was unmistakable. You couldn't—wouldn't—let him in just yet.

If he noticed your desperate attempt to avoid the topic, he didn't show it. His cheeks flushed almost immediately, the pink hue creeping up his neck. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, his thoughts clearly tangled as he tried to process your request.

It wasn't fair.

He didn't think he was worthy. The thought of seeing himself through your eyes, in your art—it made him feel uneasy. But the way your eyes sparkled whenever you first asked, sitting with him in Sendai City Gym, the way you looked at him with such quiet wonder, as if he were the most important thing in the world—it left him frozen. Like the weight of your gaze might shatter him if he didn't reply.

You were too pretty, he liked you too much. He couldn't say no to you.

His eyes darted away from yours, unable to handle the intensity of it. But after a brief moment of hesitation, he nodded softly, his voice barely audible.

"Sure..."

You couldn't contain your excitement, your grin spreading so wide it practically lit up the van. It was like you had just won a battle, and your joy was more than enough to make his chest tighten.

After many painful days of landscapes and doodles-finally. Finally, after all this time, you had his permission. You could put the urge to rest, the urge to capture him, to preserve this raw beauty that had grabbed you from the first moment you saw him—finally. He could be your muse, officially.

"Thank you so much, Asahi-san!" you said, your voice full of unrestrained gratitude.

"N-no problem..." he mumbled, his voice uncertain, still unsure how to process everything. He scratched the back of his neck, a little uncomfortable now, trying to shift the topic. "W-what about you? Do you have any schools you're planning to apply to?"

"I'm not so sure. I definitely want to study arts."

He nodded, his mind drifting as he tried to latch onto the conversation.

"So probably an art school. But..."

The weight of it all seemed to settle heavier now, and you couldn't help but let your thoughts drift.

Tokyo's university of arts is the only public one.

And I can't even think about that damned place without losing it.

Let alone go anywhere near it.

"I'm still... not sure." Your voice shook a little, against your will.

This time, he did noticed.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched you, sensing something was off, studying you with a quiet intensity. Something about the way your words didn't quite match the distance in your gaze made his chest tighten. He could sense it, the hidden weight that you hadn't revealed. It was all there in your eyes. The rawness you weren't ready to show him.

"You're not sure?" he repeated, trying to keep his voice light, but his mind was already racing, too focused on the things you weren't saying.

You shrugged, the gesture small but guarded. "I guess I'm still figuring it out."

But it wasn't the answer that unsettled him—it was the casual way you said it, as though it were just another decision to make. The way you dismissed it, as though there weren't buried feelings beneath the surface. There was more to it, he knew it. He could feel it in the way you looked at him—so distant, so closed off.

It didn't sit right. You weren't the same. Something was wrong.

His chest tighten, the weight of your silence pressing down on him. He opened his mouth to ask you more, to pry the truth out of you, but then his words caught in his throat.

He wasn't sure what you were hiding, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was something big. And that made him feel small. Inadequate. Like he wasn't enough to bear the weight of your worries.

The van came to a sudden halt, the jolt breaking his spiraling thoughts. He glanced back at you, but you were already looking out the window, a nostalgic smile curving your lips, hiding the storm that had passed through your eyes.

As the van pulled up in front of the restaurant, you recognized it immediately.

It was the place the Ukai family always went when comfort was needed. A tradition your grandpa had started.

It was the first place he had taken you the day you arrived in Miyagi—broken, confused, unsure of what the future had in store for you.

It was where he promised you wouldn't have to go back to Tokyo or see your parents again, where he assured you'd be safe, that you wouldn't have to face the world alone anymore. The place where he told you about the school you'd attend, the home you'd live in and the number you could call when everything felt too heavy.

And now, here you were again.

The first meal you'd had in this town was right here, and now you sat with Karasuno, the same place you had arrived, surrounded by a team that felt like family in their own broken way. You could bet your grandpa had brought him here before, after a big loss.

'Keishin, you absolute softie'

The food was delicious, as always. But this time, the meal felt... wet. Maybe because most of Karasuno was crying as they ate.

You could only hope that, despite the bitter taste of defeat surely lingering at the back of their throats, they could still enjoy the meal.

Your gaze flickered to the left, to Asahi, who sat beside you, eating quietly as silent tears ran down his cheeks.

And even in this moment, he was breathtaking.

Even with the red-rimmed eyes, the stuffy nose, the exhaustion clinging to him like a heavy weight—he was beautiful.

Your chest ached at the sight. Not because he was hurting, but because he wasn't hiding it. Because he was letting you see him.

And that was something you couldn't bring yourself to do—not yet.

He wasn't pretending to be fine, wasn't forcing himself to smile or hide his vulnerability. And that— that—made your heart swell.

You wished you could do the same.

Your hand found his under the table, fingers curling around his warm skin. You gave it a firm squeeze, and he squeezed back. He didn't look at you, didn't need to say anything, but his silent nod, his grip, was firm, steady.

And when you released his hand to begin eating, he hesitated. For just a moment. Then, instead of fully letting go, his pinky lingered, brushing against yours in a quiet plea for connection.

So you stayed.

Not quite holding hands. But that small touch—fingers barely brushing, a whisper of warmth between you both—was all you needed to tell him.

I'm here. I see you.

But that quiet worry, the same gnawing feeling that had been growing in him since your conversation about university, hadn't disappeared.

It only grew with every second.

The taste of defeat is like sour metal on the tongue, sharp and lingering, almost too heavy to swallow. It's like swallowing something bitter and cold, sharp enough to make your chest tighten with every breath. It settles in your mouth like dry rust, a reminder that something important is slipping through your fingers.

It feels like sweat that had turned cold, like the dry, cracked feeling after a long sprint, when your legs are still moving but your body has given up. It tastes like frustration, like trying to reach someone through a fog only to find them slipping further away the harder you tried. It's the sting of a wound you can't see but can feel with every beat of your heart.

It wasn't just the loss—it was your silence.

'Why can't you let me in, Y/N?'

tags. @strxnged; @frankoreoz♡

Next chapter↪ (coming soon<3)

[nerdraging4point0]

Blood of Eden // Bad Omens Urban Fantasy AU (Chapter Sixteen)

Tropes and Tags: MM, MF, MFM, MFM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed men, polyverse, shapeshifters.

CW: 18+ only minors DNI. Urban Fantasy romance, Smut. Angst. Fluff (ish), Story includes D/S themes, mentions of blood and gore, mentions of drug use and distribution, mentions of prostitution, unprotected sex, male receiving oral sex, female receiving oral sex, cuckolding, P/A sex, P/V sex.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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The sway and jostling of the armored truck was enough to make her stomach churn and bile rise in the back of her throat.

The constant lurching and bouncing as the heavy vehicle rumbled over the uneven, potholed roads created a nauseating rocking motion that threatened to overwhelm her senses. With only the meager, bitter-tasting wheat grass shakes she had been subsisting on for days sloshing around in the empty cavern of her stomach, she knew that one more good tossle of the tank-like truck would likely cause her to erupt in a violent display of retching and vomiting all over the armed, imposing figure sitting next to her. The close confines of the armored personnel carrier, combined with the stale, recycled air and the pungent odor of sweat and gasoline, only exacerbated her unsettled stomach and heightened her nausea.

She swallowed hard, willing herself not to give in to the overwhelming queasiness, but the relentless sway of the vehicle made it an increasingly difficult battle to maintain her composure. Gripping the edge of the hard metal bench beneath her, she braced herself against the constant lurching, praying she could make it to their destination.

Rosa’s gaze wandered to the tall, striking blonde woman sitting across from her. Her intense green eyes were fixed intently on Rosa despite the sway as they navigated the winding city streets, stopping and starting again with a sense of purpose. Rosa couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease, noticing the occasional flicker of what seemed to be sadness or regret that would flash across the woman's features. Gone were the sharply tailored suits Rosa had become accustomed to seeing her in - instead, she was dressed head-to-toe in sturdy, form-fitting leather, an ensemble that gave the impression she was prepared for battle at a moment's notice. Rosa had been offered the same outfit, having bern in the same clothes for several days with only rags and bowls of water to sponge bathe in, it was nice to wear something clean for a change.

She felt lightheaded, exhausted, but to afraid for her life to sleep. Visions had begun to return, flashes of an old style home that looked like its foundation was cracking and the roof fallign in begain to flash across her mind. She had never seen this place before, but the faces in it were familiar. Jolly, Maria, Oli along with several other guard members and their masters all huddled around laptops and take out containers. They all looked bleary eyed, bags hanging from their eyes boring lines into their cheeks. of Jolly from Noah’s perspective and the glimpses of himself as he’d stare in the mirror made her heart ache. Despite being able to see him she couldn’t connect to him, the shots of poison she’d been given daily by the Magistrate-poison she herself had made-kept her powers limited.

Exhaustion had begun to set in, her head feeling light and dizzy from the ordeal, but the overwhelming fear for her life kept her from succumbing to sleep, lest she leave herself defenseless against whatever fate had in store. Visions had began to resurface, flashing across her mind's eye in vivid detail.

Glimpses of an old, ramshackle house materialized, its foundation cracked and crumbling, the roof sagging precariously overhead. Though she had never laid eyes on this dilapidated dwelling before, the faces of its inhabitants were strikingly familiar. There was Jolly, his usual jovial demeanor replaced by a weary, drawn expression, dark circles bruising the delicate skin beneath his eyes. And Maria, her brow furrowed in concentration as she hunched over a glowing laptop screen, takeout containers scattered haphazardly around her. Oli was there too, his posture slumped with exhaustion, joining several other shadowy figures - members of their guard, and their elusive masters - all gathered in this forgotten place, their collective gaze fixed on the technology before them.

It was as if the very walls of this crumbling shelter were imbued with the weight of their collective burdens, the foundation threatening to give way under the crushing pressure. Yet, despite the dismal surroundings and their haggard appearance, there was a resolute determination that burned in their eyes, a silent acknowledgment that whatever task lay before them, they would see it through, no matter the cost.

Her heart ached with a profound, visceral pain as the tears began to well up in her eyes, blurring her vision. The uncertainty of the situation weighed heavily on her, the unanswered questions gnawing at her mind. Would she ever see them again - her friends, her loved ones, the people she had been separated from in the chaos?

She hadn't laid eyes on Nick, since that fateful day, and the haunting fear that the worst had befallen him consumed her thoughts. Was he even still alive, or had he suffered a tragic end?

She couldn't be sure if the images in her mind, the visions of them escaping to safety, were real memories or simply the desperate fantasies of her hopeful psyche. Perhaps they had all been captured, and these flickering, ethereal impressions were nothing more than the mind's attempts to cope with the trauma, to envision a better outcome than the bleak reality.

The uncertainty was agonizing, the not knowing eating away at her resolve, as she struggled to discern truth from fiction, to separate the real from the imagined. All she could do was cling to the glimmer of hope that somehow, against all odds, they had made it to freedom - but the lack of any confirmation left her wracked with doubt and overwhelming sorrow.

As her eyes slowly drifted shut, a kaleidoscope of vivid new visions began to dance and swirl behind her lids. Faded century-old castles, their crumbling stone walls and turrets silhouetted against a sweeping night sky filled with constellations she had never seen before, their strange patterns and unfamiliar celestial arrangements captivating her. Then the scene shifted, and she found herself running breathlessly through a shadowy, labyrinthine landscape, her feet pounding against the ground as she fled from some unseen pursuer, yet no matter how hard she ran, she felt like she was getting nowhere, the scenery unchanging around her. Fragments of her childhood then came flooding back, the old haunting nightmares she used to have as a little girl - dreams where she was always being chased, hunted by some malevolent presence, her friends by her side as they desperately tried to escape, only to wake up in a cold sweat, tears streaming down her face as she cried out that she just couldn't get away. Those had been such frightening, visceral dreams, the kind that linger long after waking.

As she replayed the haunting images of her nightmare, a tiny detail suddenly stood out to her, one that sent a chill down her spine. Among the sea of unfamiliar faces, one of the women's eyes had caught her attention - they were achingly familiar, as if she had stared into them before. It was more than just recognition; there was a profound connection, a glimpse into the very depths of this stranger's soul. Though she had only just met this person a few days prior, the intensity of the eye contact in her dream felt like she was seeing a part of them that she had never meant to uncover. It was as if the veil had been lifted, exposing a vulnerability and intimacy that shook her to the core. It was a tiny detail, easy to overlook, but one that had the power to unravel the very fabric of what she thought she knew.

A sudden surge of adrenaline coursed through Rosa's veins, igniting an intense, visceral reaction within her. Something was undoubtedly off - no, not just off, but something was actively coming, approaching with an ominous and foreboding presence. Sitting upright in her seat, Rosa's heart began to pound thunderously in her ears, drowning out all other sounds around her. A strange vibration reverberated through the air, sending a prickling sensation across the back of her neck as the fine hairs stood on end, her body instinctively going on high alert. Just as she frantically tugged at the seat belt strapped tightly across her chest, a violent jolt ripped through the vehicle, lifting the wheels clean off the ground in a terrifying moment of weightlessness. Rosa's stomach lurched as the truck was violently wrenched from the road, her mind racing to comprehend the perilous situation unfolding around her. Something had gone horribly, catastrophically wrong, and she braced herself, heart pounding, for the inevitable impact that was to come.

The sudden and unexpected reversal of gravity sent the vehicle tumbling end over end, its passengers helplessly thrown about like ragdolls. Rosa felt her body lift off the seat as the vehicle flipped, her arms and legs flailing uncontrollably in the air around her. Weapons and other loose objects scattered chaotically, flying up towards the ceiling before crashing back down in a disorienting display of chaos. The experience was utterly disorienting, like being trapped in a never-ending, dizzying spin cycle. Just when it seemed the ordeal would never end, the vehicle slammed back down to the ground, the roof crumpling inward. Rosa's body lurched forward, and she felt a sickening jolt as her seatbelt caught her, the impact sending a sharp pain through her chest.

As the vehicle came to a rest, Rosa found herself surrounded by the motionless forms of her fellow passengers, one body sprawled across her feet, a trickle of blood oozing from the victim's nose. Dazed and disoriented, Rosa's ears were ringing and her vision blurred, but she could make out shadowy figures approaching the wrecked vehicle. The doors were suddenly wrenched open, and the figures began pulling bodies from the wreckage, climbing into the mangled interior. Rosa's seatbelt came undone, and she felt herself falling forward, only to be caught by the shadowy figures. Blinded by the bright sunlight as she was carried from the vehicle, Rosa let out a small cry of pain, her eyes clamped tightly shut against the glare.

“Easy, sunshine,” the soft tones made her nerves settle instantly, despite her pain she reached out blindly for him. Her hand clasped his warm fingers encasing her weak digits, “We got you now. You’re safe.”

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As Noah approached the overturned vehicle, his heart sank at the sight of Rosa's limp, battered form. Frail and bruised from the violent accident, her eyes were sunken in and her cheeks hollowed out, giving her a haggard, worn appearance. 

What had they done to her? 

Noah knew the team had spent hours carefully planning this raid, but he had been uneasy about the decision to flip the truck, fearing the potential consequences. Still, it had seemed the only way to ensure the other guardians would be disoriented enough that they couldn't fight back properly, if they even chose to do so at all. As Noah watched the black box tip over three times before finally righting itself, his stomach turned with a sickening dread. Wasting no time, he tore open the doors and charged inside, desperate to extract Rosa as swiftly as possible and get her the medical attention she so clearly needed. 

The normally vibrant, strong-willed woman now looked a complete wreck, her body battered and her spirit seemingly broken by the ordeal. Noah could only imagine the terror and pain she must have endured, and he vowed to get to the bottom of what had happened and ensure those responsible would pay for their cruelty.

Noah's heart raced as he carefully carried the limp form of Rosa in his arms, her body feeling unnaturally light and fragile. With a sense of urgency, he rushed towards the dilapidated safe house, its crumbling walls the only refuge they could find in this perilous world. Gently, he laid Rosa down on the old, bare mattress, the springs creaking under her weight. The mattress offered little comfort, the coarse fabric scratching against her skin, but Noah knew it was the best he could do to keep her safe in this moment.

As soon as Rosa's head hit the mattress, Maria came rushing to her side, her eyes wide with terror and concern. Bending over the bed, she tenderly pushed the tangled strands of hair away from Rosa's pale, lifeless face, a choked sob escaping her lips. "Oh god, what did they do to her?" she cried, her voice laced with anguish.

Before Noah could even begin to formulate a response, Morgan, one of the magistrates who had been on the transport truck, approached them, her expression grave. "It was some kind of serum they created," she explained, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air. Joshua had explained there had been a celestial hidden among the magistrate but Noah had never imagined it would be someone so high up. Morgan had always been ruthless as a leader, angry and fearsome, but only when pressed. Otherwise she would sit silently in the corner. “They seemed to find it in the storage on your computer,” her face turned to Jolly as Noah saw the shadow fall across his face.

“They experimented with it. It was more potent this time around. I managed to sneak in a potion with her food. Without it she’d be dead. But it did very little to combat the serum side effects.” Maria sniffeled as she bent down to kiss Rosa’s forehead.

“What do we do now?” Jolly asked sitting cross legged on one side of the matress taking their girls hand in his. 

“They dosed her every morning, she got one just before we packed up. Wait it out for the night. She will need food.” Morgan leaned against the door frame folding her arms across her chest.

“We will take care of that,” Joshua came up behind her, “In the meantime we need to look for a bigger safe house. With the casualties of the accident the magiatrte will be out looking for us.”

The two celestials drifted down the hallway deep in discussion. Their centuries-old friendship was evident in the comfortable ease of their conversation as they exchanged ideas and made plans, their voices a melodic cadence that seemed to reverberate through the very walls. Meanwhile, Oli quickly squeezed past them, his focus intent as he hurried into the room. Without a word, Oli wrapped his strong arms around Maria’s trembling shoulders, offering comfort and support.

 "Come on, love," he murmured, gently pulling her to her feet. "She is safe now. And I need your help." Maria nodded mutely, her face streaked with tears, as she allowed Oli to guide her from the room, the couple disappearing down the hall. 

 Noah carefully crawled onto the mattress, tenderly pulling the unconscious Rosa close to him. Relief and joy etched across his features - she was here, she was home, and heaven help anyone who dared try to take her from them again.

[leo-interactive-fiction]

What would happen if Mc baked their LI a cake as a birthday surprise, but it turned out to be the foulest cake out there because MC just sucks at cooking

Haha let's see...

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At E takes a bite of the cake, their face phases through several expressions before settling with a forced smile, "I-It's, uh..."

You're excitement slowly fades, "Is it...not good?"

"N-No, no! It's good! Er...great? Y-Yeah?"

You look incredulous, "Why does it sound like a question?"

E shakes their head vehemently, "I-I was just surprised! I love it! Really! I-It's...the best cake...because you made it for me..."

E begins shoveling the near inedible slice of cake into their mouth. It made you happy in the moment, even if you could hear them puking up their food poisoning an hour later.

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"You baked me a cake?" R's eyes widen in surprise, "You didn't have to do all that. My birthday isn't...that...uh..." Rs voice slowly tapers off as they see you bringing over the 'cake'.

It looks like someone mixed the cake batter with bits of gravel and threw in a pipe bomb during the baking process for good measure. You somehow managed to sear the top into a black charcoal while keeping the bottom a doughy undercooked lump.

R's voice sounds almost apologetic and pleading, "You really didn't have to...I don't deserve this..."

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L looks down at their plate for a long while, eventually finding their voice after a moment of contemplation, "Um...uh...I-I am not too familiar with the culinary practices, but, well, is it...supposed to look like this?"

"Like what? It looks like cake, right?" You say with complete confidence.

L looks nearly perturbed as they return their eyes back down at the food, "O-Oh, this is cake? W-Well, yes, I suppose I can see a...resemblance...somewhere...a little?" They would feel too bad telling you that they thought it was a completely different dish entirely.

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V has to take a slight pause as they taste the food, the fork still stuck in their mouth for a moment before they reach for another bite.

"...it's good."

"Really?!" You celebrate, happy that you finally made a good cake. It's true that V enjoys the taste, but your excitement clouds you from the reality that relying on the opinion of someone that eats grass mulch and bugs isn't the best decision for your culinary development.

It doesn't stop you from savoring the victory now, though.

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P knows better than to judge something before they taste it. That being said, once they taste the 'cake', it immediately becomes 'garbage' as they toss the entire tray in the can, along with the dishes and any utensils you used to make it. They've become angry enough that they've popped something and doubled back to being calm.

"I've never seen this in my fucking life...How the fuck did you manage to undercook and overcook batter? I am genuinely impressed at the level of stupid you managed to show me today. You're actually the first person I've ever thought to say this to, but I really wish you could've been born smarter so you could realize and contemplate how extraordinary of a fuck up you made."

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M takes a small, tentative bite of the abomination before quickly spitting it out. As you're about to take your own bite, M's hand darts across the table to stop you. It's the fastest you've ever seen M move, and you could barely even register the blur before M's hand knocks the fork out of your hand and across the room.

They slowly recede back into their seat, dabbing their mouth with a napkin and giving you a gentle smile, "It's...not...good..."

"O-Oh...you could've just said that instead..."

"You were...in danger...so I...got a little...scared..."

You look down guiltily, "H-Hey, come on, it couldn't have been that serious..."

"It's...very...not...good..." M emphasizes.

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Raven stares at the cake for a moment before digging in happily. You look down at them expectantly as they wolf down the food.

"Is it good?"

"No!" Raven replies honestly, giving you a bright, wide smile, "But...that's alright! Because I treasure everything you give to me..."

Your expression drops into a guilty one, "You don't have to keep eating if it's bad..."

"It's really bad! I can't lie to you about it...but you wanted me to enjoy it, didn't you? So I'll enjoy it even if it's bad, because I can enjoy anything if I know it makes you happy..." Raven continues eating the cake despite the flavor, a wide smile plastered on their face as they seem genuinely contented in their choices.

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S takes a small bite of the cake before their entire body revolts and rejects it, spasming in its attempt to spit it back onto the place and throw the plate away.

They take a moment of silence to recollect themselves before facing you, "Hey, so uh...sorry 'bout this, but I don't think ya should be doin' the whole...cookin' thing. Did you uh...make anything else for today? No?"

There's a visible sigh of relief throughout S's entire body, and you think you can see them thanking some divine for their benevolence. They quickly return to their cheery self.

"Well, now that we got that out of the way, let's make sure no one else eats...Oh, shit, no! Everyone already took a slice!

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F's nose upturns in clear disgust when you present the slice of cake to them.

"...Are you insulting me?"

"I-It's your birthday cake..." you murmur.

"Yes, I very well understand what it is attempting to represent..."

You glance away, slightly insulted, "You could at least taste it first...

F prods the inedible mass with their fork before collecting a bite and holding it up to you with a menacing smile, "You are confident enough in your own creation, yes? You will not be leaving until you clean both my plate and your own... and afterward, you can tell me all about how it tastes. I will take your word..."

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Thank you for the ask haha, I enjoyed it

[hells-sirenqueen]

@dick-meister @hells-greatestdad

this is so interesting now considering where i've gone since this

[k1ngpin42]

The Hat stays on ;)

Warnings: MINORS DNI, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral (giving and receiving) probably more stuff ;) 

𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟤 𝑜𝒻 𝒢𝓇𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒

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You lead the ghoul across the the endless expanse of barren earth and crumbling ruins toward the small bar you had met Mr Flint at earlier. The sound of his stupid name in your head sounded like food poisoning as you remembered quite how effortlessly his existence had been cut short by your own hand.  Indirectly perhaps, but you had killed a person to save a ghoul, and that was the reality of the situation. 

The ghoul was cold and expressionless. More than usual anyway, with silence broken only by the crunch of his boots on the parched ground. He looks at the bar warily, and you take the first step by sitting down before him, eying the rather annoying and familiar robot in front of you. 

It tilts its head, watching the ghoul with its soulless eyes.

“Vodka again, please.” You tell it. This time, you put a bag containing what must have been hundreds of caps into the robots hand.

“I want the bottle this time.” You say, and the ghoul finally takes a seat. 

“Talk.” He says, grabbing the bottle off of you and pouring some down his throat. Despite how tense the situation is, or perhaps that was part of the thrill, you pressed your thighs together at the image of the liquid flowing into his mouth and a little down his chin. The look on his face as he tastes it, almost as if he has experienced ecstasy or perhaps an orgasm. You clear your throat. 

“My sister isn’t in danger.” You murmur. The ghoul wipes his mouth.

“No shit.” He replies, looking directly at you this time and making your cheeks flush. As you explain the situation to him further, the truth about how Flint had recognised your skill and asked you to take down the very ghoul you were talking to now, the ghoul stared at you hungrily. 

“I agreed to build the explosives and lure you up there- I mean it was 1000 caps! But then….” Cooper nods in a way that implies he knows you better than you do yourself, and that would probably be true. 

“But then.” He agrees. You take a deep breath.

“I didn’t want to hurt you…or kill you or whatever. I tried to tell Flint but-“

“His name was flint?” You roll your eyes.

“Yep, a stupid name, that has been established. I told Flint I wouldn’t do it but he wouldn’t leave it alone so I lured him to the rigged location instead.” Something unrecognisable flashes across the ghouls face. 

“You killed an innocent man…for me?“ His voice sounds lighter now, more human. The very essence of the sound tugs away at your heart. 

“I didn’t want to be responsible for your death.” You add. “Why? Seem’s like the world would be better off-“

“That’s not true!” You blurt out, and the ghoul is just as surprised as you are at the words. You decide to continue. “You helped me.” He doesn’t respond, as if teasing you with the effect the silence had on you, as you always filled it with awkward words that rushed out of your mouth before your brain could stop it. 

“I didn’t want you to die. No one’s looked out for me like that, even if I was lying - which I feel bad about now…you’re….nice-ish, and just trying to get by… I wasn’t going to end your life without even getting to know you.” He scoffs.

“Oh so you want to get to know me, huh?” The ghoul questions, sarcastically. You sigh. 

“I was fascinated by you, I guess. Always have been by ghouls. Are you going to kill me?” You question. He shakes his head.

“Convince me not to, and you can go.” You say nothing for a while. What could you even say? ‘Please don’t kill me, I have so much more insignificant shit to do with my life?’ He laughs at the silence.

“Well now you’re just begging me to kill you-“

“Wait-“ You blurt out. And his face becomes more serious as he waits for your plea.

“I don’t want to die without…knowing you.” You suggest. He smiles.

“Well played, little killer. What do you want to know?” He asks, and the question comes as a surprise to you. 

“Your name?” You ask. He nods.

“What makes you assume I have one?” “Everyone has a name. Even out here.” 

“It’s Cooper. Howard.” Cooper confesses.

“Y’ Ready to die yet?”

“What um….is with the hat?” You stumble over your words. He smiles.

“You’re stalling sweetheart.”

“Well excuse me for not wanting to get shot right away. The hat.” You protest, and the ghoul is certainly less than subtle over the way you standing up for yourself impresses him. You hate the way he’s toying with you. If he wanted you dead you’d be dead, wouldn’t you? But he sounded so soft when you told him you actually wanted to save him.

“That’s my business.” He answers. You nod.

“The accent…where are you from?” That question was just desperate, and you could tell he didn’t take it seriously either. 

“You like my accent sweetheart?” He asks. You freeze. “I’ve seen you get all wide eyed when I talk. Maybe this is why you didn’t want me to die hm? You hoping I’d talk to you like this?” 

“Maybe my reaction is because you make me nervous…you could have killed me. Still can.” He sighs. 

“Or maybe some fucked up part of you finds me desirable instead. I’d bet anything that that is what makes you nervous. Not my guns…not my…rough skin.” You shake your head.

“Don’t know what you me-“ He shuts you up by leaving an aggressive, hungry kiss in your mouth, tongue lapping up your saliva like he needed it to live. You let out a shaky, shocked breath.

“What was that for…” You ask. He shrugs.

“You run your mouth a lot, thought I’d better get to the source.” You’re still too entranced by the situation, by his entire existence, to register any attempts of comedy right now. “Is this what you killed a man for? You were hopin’ with my sweet accent and my hat that I’d find out about your little scheme and punish you good for it? Although I suppose it ain’t much of a punishment if you want it…”

“What are you talking about…?”

“I’m talkin about sex darlin. Or have you never met a ghoul capable of that either?” The robot made a strange sound that causes you to jump. “Didn’t know that thing knew English…” The ghoul murmured to himself. He turns over to you and just laughs at your reaction.

“Something got you worked up?” He questions, standing up and grabbing you by the arm.

“I’m gonna make you regret not killing me.” He says, pulling you away and not letting you go. Even as you get into an abandoned building, he’s clinging onto you. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to indicate you wouldn’t want to find out what would happen if you tried to free yourself from his grasp. He pushes you gently onto the ground, making you lie with your back flat against it.

“I told you I may still eat you.” He hums, only some essence of humour remaining to his words. “May I?” He asks. You understand what he meant about the wide eyed look you got, because in this current moment, you looked not unlike a cartoon lamb and felt equally as stuck in headlights. 

“As in…eat me…out?” You ask. Cooper just laughs.

“Don’t tell me no man’s ever eaten that pretty, smooth pussy before darlin.”

“It’s a lonely wasteland!” You try to defend, laughing yourself now too. 

“So…can I-“

“You can do anything you want to me.” You say, not expecting those words to come out quite as fast as they did. The ghoul grins. 

“Lonely indeed.” He falls onto his knees, spreading your legs apart and pulling your pants down to your ankles quite effortlessly. 

With equal parts tongue and teeth, he plants kisses up your thighs and in between them, leaving pretty red marks that would remember his affection even days later. He traces the outside of your panties with his long fingers, making you gasp out in pleasure. Smiling in approval at your noise, he drags his two middle fingers along your clothed pussy and watced as the fabric become stained with your slick.

“Please…” You moan, and it made Cooper fucking feral. 

“Words, what do you want?”

“Mmph…” You hum, trying to decide between his fingers, mouth, and what you really wanted. That was another thing you were curious about. I mean, do ghouls even have functioning dicks…? You wanted to laugh at the thought of his cum having radiation or something, or being made of just ash. 

Your thoughts were silenced when the ghoul decided for you, having found your clit and starting to increase the pace through the fabric. It hurt so good, the friction, but you wanted to feel him directly. 

“Take it off…please.” You beg, and Cooper kisses your clothed cunt approvingly. He grabs the line of your panties and tears it to one side, licking eagerly all over. 

“H…holy…oh fuck….” He laps up even more of you, finding your clit and moving his head around in circles. You thought it’d feel different or unpleasant without his nose, but the rough skin made you feel even better, like you could cum already and he had only just begun. 

“Slow d…fuck…please Cooper I’ll cum-“  He laughs into your cunt, continuing at the same pace.

“God d- fuck yo- mhnng….” You say, eyes shutting and stomach swirling as you come undone hard on his face. He doesn’t let up for a while, allowing you to squirm and revel in the pleasure. When he comes back up to face you, he is looking at you with smug arrogance.

“You see sweetheart, you can beg for your god to save you as much as you want, but I gave you your chance. If you want me to stop all you have to do is ask, but you’re not gonna ask, are you?” Your blushing ferociously and still feeling high from your orgasm. Too much so to think about responding, but that simply won’t do for the ghoul.

“Answer me.”

“No. No don’t stop…please” You whimper, pathetically. He smiles widely. 

“Don’t worry I won’t.” He says, bringing his fingers to his mouth and putting them inside your eagerly awaiting hole. You were embarrassed at how easily they slid in, and even more embarrassed at the high pitched moan you released. He pumps them painfully slow in and out, watching your reaction with each thrust, listening to your loud, slow breaths.

“So good…” You sigh, and he starts going faster, and faster, and then so fast that you’re on the fucking edge again like it’s nothing. It made you question just how many people he had been with in this wasteland to know how to make a girl cum this hard, or maybe he was always just gifted.

“Howard…gonna cum…” You cry, and he kisses you while you ride his fingers. 

“Good girl, cum for me….” Fuck, if you weren’t already embarrassingly wet before, you were certainly soaking now. Your thighs shake as you tighten around his fingers and the same, proud look touches his face.

“So pretty.” He praises, gently.  He looks at your glassy eyes and dishevelled, pretty lips. “Ready for more?” He asks, and you nod eagerly, but Cooper Howard is a gentleman, at least in this regard, he wasn’t going to rush such a perfect moment. It was the most excitement he had had in years, and you were so fucking gorgeous. There were pretty people in the wasteland he was sure, but to find someone free of radiation damage, blemishes and other damage who actually wanted to interact with him in any way shape or form was a rarity he was truly grateful for. 

Instead of doing anything else just yet, he put his hand around your neck. He didn’t grab it, he just rested it there and slowly pulled you in with it. He sucked hard on your neck and you let out a moan as he does so. He’s genuinely surprised at the sound. He doesn’t remember the last time his own body felt sensitive, so he hadn’t really accounted for the way just his warm mouth working away at the soft skin of your neck would make you squirm and moan like this. It was arousing, and made him feel powerful. He was a little worried he would hurt you, but the way you begged him for more indicated that wouldn’t really be an issue. 

“I want to make you feel good.” You say, and he’s sucking at your collarbone. He just shakes his head.

“Mm- that’s okay.” He says, moving to your ear on the left side. Your smile fades a little.

“Well…does…it not feel good anymore? As a ghoul I mean….”  He gives you a warning look and at first you’re worried he’ll lash out or even worse, stop. But he doesn’t do either, instead his face softens a little.

“It does feel good for me but I don’t know how it will feel for you. It won’t be what you’re used to. Not….the same….” He admits. You smile comfortingly at him. 

“Can I touch you? Just touch…I won’t….I won’t do anything, won’t even move my hand I just want to feel.” You say, and he sighs, unbuckling his pants.

He picks up your right hand and puts it inside them. When you put your hand on the cold, slightly toughened skin you immediately want to feel more, to palm it, feel the head, perhaps, but you told him you wouldn’t, so instead you just softly felt what he let you. 

“Pretty freaky, huh?” He asks. You’re still smiling and you shake your head reassuringly. 

“Can you feel it when I move my hand up and down it?” You question, softly. He closes his eyes, embarrassed. 

“You felt it, that’s enough….” He says. You remove your hand and gaze into his eyes pleadingly. 

“If it sucks, I can stop.” You say. He lets out an embarrassed groan. 

“You can move it one time. But if I say stop you damn well better listen-“

“Yeah that’s like a pretty well known rule for anyone who isn’t a raper, Cooper…” 

“Jesus that wasn’t what I- just have at it already.” He says, and you laugh, returning your hand. You move your hand further down and fuck, he’s bigger than the pants had lead on. You grasp it a little harder, moving your hand up and down. You explore his balls too, and somehow his body felt exactly as you thought it would. You run your thumb over the head and he lets out the cutest sound you could have imagined. You smile up at him.

“Well that was a sound.” You tease, and he rolls his eyes, smiling back. You start palming him faster and he lets out a quiet and heavy breath. 

“Can I take them off Cooper?” You ask, and he knows he’s already given this much of himself to you, there really wasn’t that much more to lose.

“What do you say?” He asks, wanting to maintain any sort of power he once had over you. You nod, accepting his tactics. 

“Please?” He agrees and you push his pants down. He steps over them and you toss them to the other wall of the building. You’re moving at a fast pace now. He’s moaning and gasping, putting his hand on your cheek approvingly. Then, a familiar warm liquid paints the tip of him and you want so desperately to try it for yourself. 

“Want….want to taste you, please.”

“No way…we don’t know what that could do-“ You laugh.

“Worried I’m gonna become Spiderman or something?” He looks at you confused. 

“What the fuck is a ‘spiderman?’ 

“You know the protagonist from giant insects invade?  The magazine?”

“No…” He dismisses quickly, and you can’t help but smile at that reaction. 

“Well, for your info, spiderman had some amazing tips about resisting radiation, in fact I’d say I’m like…5 percent more resistant since reading it”

“You do realise 5 is not a high number…”

“We gotta start somewhere.” 

“Look just…use your hand for now okay?” You groan. 

“I’m not scared of a few rads, we don’t even know it’ll spread that way.” He laughs.

“You really want this, huh?” He asks, and you know he’s mocking you, but fuck do you want it.

“Yes.” You admit, and to your surprise, he points down at the ground and you smile, going down to your knees and straddling his hips. You put your mouth on the tip slowly, sucking deeply. He puts a hand on your hair and it makes you even more into it, allowing you the confidence to put more of him in your mouth. The texture is intriguing on your tongue, and the more you lick the more he whines. 

“Fuck…you’re uh, not too bad at that.” Cooper says, and you bring him out of your mouth for a quick breath. 

“That was almost a compliment.” You say, putting your mouth back down onto him even further, sucking and gagging deliciously at his cock.

“Mmm…that’s my girl.” He says, putting his hand on your head.

“Is it okay if I p…” He let’s out a moan he had been trying to fight before continuing. “Push your head down lightly?” You hum in agreement.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” He questions, pushing you down and pulling you back up.

“Fuck….fuck mmm….good girl….good….” He babbles as you taste away at where he’s the most sensitive. 

“You might want to go up soon sweetheart, I’m gonna cum.” He says, and you feel attachment issues to the taste and feel of his sensitive cock when you remove your mouth, replacing the pleasure with your hand. It only takes a few more seconds until his eyes roll back and he’s spilling all over your hand.

“Mmmnggh….” He sighs…leaning his head back against the wall. You stand back up a little shakily and he kisses you deeply. 

“How do you feel…?” He asks. You sigh.

“I haven’t turned into a giant insect yet.” You say, pretending to be disappointed. He just laughs. 

“I’ve never read those awesome tales, too nerdy.” He teases. You hit him playfully.

“Shots fired.” You laugh back. He cups your head in his hands and you can tell he’s thinking about something.

“What is it?” You question. He looks at you endearingly, questioning whether or not to respond.

“What do you think would happen if…I went inside…” He asks, lowering his voice to an embarrassed whisper. You gleam back at him, not realising this was something you could have even considered.

“We should find out.” You suggest, eagerly. He laughs at your enthusiasm. 

“You are really something else, sweetheart. Shit’s been tough out here for you I take it?” He asks, pulling your shirt off over your head. 

He practically gapes over your unmarked figure and the pretty bra you have on. Not to mention what’s in them.

“Well, it would be refreshing to meet someone who isn’t a cockhead.” You reply, and he’s still too focused to really take in your answer.

“Like what you see, Cooper?” You ask gently, and he still doesn’t avert his gaze. 

“Can I kiss them?” He asks. You laugh encouragingly. 

“You don’t need to ask me for that.” You say, unclipping your bra. As soon as his eyes made contact with your sensitive nipples which hardened in the new environment and at the site of the ghoul this obsessed over anyone, he latched his mouth to them, fiddling with the pretty, pink skin and sucking rather than the kissing he had talked about. You smile at the site of it, he looked so fucking adorable like this. 

“Got mummy issues or something Coop? Sucking away at me like this.” You tease. He goes up and kisses your mouth again. 

“You really do have a tongue on you.” He says, leaning over you, putting his elevated arms on either side of your head. 

“Gonna put you in your place…” He coos, still enjoying the site of your naked figure. He removes any of his remaining clothes very quickly and tosses them with the rest. You put a hand to his bare skin. 

“Wait…can you bring the hat back?” You ask. Visible confusion reaches the ghouls face.

“The hat….why?” You flush.

“Nevermi-“

“Does my hat make you horny?” He asks, genuinely surprised. You nod.

“Kinda.” You admit, and he doesn’t need a further explanation than that, grabbing his hat and placing it firmly on his head.

“mmm.” You say, admiring the view. 

He puts his hands on your hips, holding them firmly.

“You ready?” You could laugh at his words. The fact he thought he would even need to ask is beyond you. This is the most relaxed you have felt in years and the fact that this comfort was something you could only find while having sex with a 200 year old, mutated, violent human is a reality that is questionable at best. 

“Yes…please fuck me….” You breathe out, and he lines himself up with your glistening hole. 

“Oh I will sweetheart. I will…” He reassures, but not without sliding himself in between your folds first. You shut your eyes tightly. 

“Fuck…” You sigh, and he just laughs. 

“What? My little slut can’t wait hm? Want me inside that bad?” You would hit him for the teasing, but you had no idea what kind of repercussion that would have, so you just nod dumbly. 

“Well alright then.” He says, finally pushing the majority of himself inside you. It burns so fucking good. Your eyes roll back, you bite your bottom lip, fuck he’s impressive.

“Shh, shh, shh…” He reassures as he thrusts out of you and slowly edges back in. “You can take it.” At first, the slow pace was unbearable as his tough skin explored your warm walls, but then, he starts increasing the pace, still making sure he goes hard enough like you deserved for lying to him. He puts a hand on your neck, still fucking you deeply. 

“Mmm, wanted this so-“ He thrusts harder. “Bad. I coulda killed you for this.” He says. You nod.

“Why didn’t y- fuck….” You moan. He tuts at you mockingly. 

“You don’t ask the questions anymore.” He says, and you’re whimpering and clawing onto his textured skin within an inch of your life.

“Close…” Is the only pathetic word you manage to let out. He kisses you for so long that you let out a desperate gasp for air when he lets go. This only turns him on more of course. 

“Don’t tell me, show me, cum on my fucking cock.” You let out pornographic moan, clawing into his skin as you feel his warmth spill into you. He lets out a hot, low moan that sends your thoughts fucking spiralling. 

Still riding your high, he kisses all over you, sucking on your neck and other parts of your body again. When you’re finally finished cumming, he eases you off of his lap and you put your panties back on. He watches you fondly. 

“Did…I convince you to let me live then?” You ask, putting the remainder of your clothes back on. He smiles.

“Oh yes.” He replies mischievously. “you were very persuasive.” 

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Relationship Tag Drop #1

Lucifer x Lilith ( @hells-greatestdad ) = ~v: Fallen Lovers of Eden

Adam x Lilith ( @dick-meister) = ~v: Familiar Taste of Poison

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