#& he's just like 'Huh." decides to play around with that. and suddenly he knows 6 more spells

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CW: Brief discussion of possible self harm. No actual self harm took place.

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"So, the thirsty birds are holding a party, huh?"

Lucifer wasn't certain which part of that statement to untangle first, but he was fairly certain it wouldn't be too flattering for the Goetia. He picked up his woefully non-alcoholic drink, the direction of the conversation suddenly making him wish he didn't have a prior obligation later that day.

Vaggie gave Angel an unimpressed look, arms crossed. She had apparently caught on to the implications of Angel's statement as well. "There's no way you've been to one of their parties."

The spider demon made an affronted noise. "All the big boys and girls love a nasty sinner with a skill or two." Running a hand up one of his long, long legs, he purred, "And I have a skill or two."

It likely spoke to the level of exposure to the porn star she'd had that Charlie completely glossed over the not so hidden innuendo in that claim and instead focused on, "But the Goetia hate sinners. They complain about them every chance they get."

She turned to her father for confirmation, her brows furrowed. He nodded back in agreement. They did indeed complain about the violent and uncivilized manners of sinners whenever they thought Lucifer was listening, for all that they had long since given up on him doing anything about them.

Husk nodded in agreement. He'd likely seen all sorts of demons come through his casino in its heyday. Lucifer peered at the spider demon over the rim of his cup.

He wasn't about to contradict the Angel, though. Using sex to "tame a wild beast" was totally a thing that wasn't exclusive to the human imagination (and he hated that he knew that).

"Oh, sweetie, havent you heard?" Angel leaned forward, his grin downright fifty and his eyes knowing. "All cats are grey in the dark."

Vaggie's frown deepened. "That's not how that phrase is supposed to be used."

Charlie looked back and forth between them, missing something. "What is it supposed to mean?" Vaggie leaned over and whispered something in her ear, which caused Charlie to make a strangled noise. "That is a terrible thing to say about women!" She turned on Angel. "Who said such a terrible thing?"

Angel appeared to be pleased as punch. Without pause, he answered, "Benjamin Franklin."

Vaggie raised an eyebrow, surprised.

Angel took no offense to her response. "You thought I was just a pretty face, didn't you?" He ran the tip of his finger around the rim of his cup like he wished it was something else. "I read, sometimes, and everyone knows about this guy." He leaned his chin on the heel of his palm, shooting Lucifer a leer. "And how could I resist reading about this guy joining some Order into kinky devil worshipping orgies?"

Lucifer took a sip of his drink, a grimace visible in every inch of his body. Not many human groups made an impression on him, but The Order of the Knights of St Francis had. Worse, they hadn't actually been trying, from what he could tell, which made the whole thing worse.

To his understanding, the Order were a bunch of rich dudes who liked some role play and fancied themselves a place they could go a little wild, whether it be at cards or sex. Mockery of religion aside, none of them had ever performed a ritual with the expectation it would work (which was a horrible waste of a sacrifice, in Lucifer's opinion). That was, until one of the members had gotten thier hands on a real grimoire and decided to fuck around and find out by attempting to summon the Devil.

Oftentimes, when humans played these little games, nothing happened. They often got the name wrong and the whole thing turned out to be a dud. Sometimes they got it right, but who they thought they were summoning turned out to be very different from who they ended up getting and that turned into its own can of worms.

And then there were the ones that got it right. Had all the right materials and said all the right words and BAM! Instant Lucifer, King of Hell, at their disposal.

It was tedious and annoying, but it was his only chance at catching a glimpse at Earth throughout the years. And not everyone wanted some depraved, unholy wish, so there was that.

The thing about the attending members of the Order of the Knights of St. Francis was they hadn't expected it to work. They were drunk and having fun. They had thought it was just as real as everything else they'd done up until then. So, when they'd found they'd summoned the actual Devil himself, no one had a clue what to do with him.

What followed was three days of a sliding scale between furious bickering and outright panic amongst the group. The spell said one of them had to ask for something and Lucifer had to grant it (if it were possible). Their heart's desire in exchange for their soul. Only, none of them wanted anything enough to sell their soul for. This might have gone on indefinitely, had not one of them finally stepped up and shouted, "I'd sell my soul any day to make my nagging wife disappear!"

Beyond done with the pompous idjits, Lucifer had accepted the deal. Since the man had failed to specify how exactly he wanted the poor woman to "disappear," Lucifer had simply sent her away to another continent with a portion of her husband's money and the hope she found a better life for herself.

The only good thing about the experience had been the food and wine. The Order had at least not skimped on any of their luxuries, he would give them that.

Placing his cup down on the bar, Lucifer pointed at the spider demon. "For the record, they didn't worship me."

Angel was delighted, as if he'd just been told he was getting everything he wanted for his birthday. "That's the part that wasn't true?!"

"Ooooookay," Charlie interrupted, trying to redirect the conversation back to its original topic. "I can't believe Octavia is turning eighteen. It seems like just yesterday Stolas and Stella were announcing her birth."

If Charlie thought time was going fast after 200 plus years, wait until she hit the thousands.

Nudging his cup over to Husk, who had (mostly) been giving him the silent treatment since Alastor changed his contract, Lucifer pushed away from the bar. "Well, I'm going to go start getting ready." He made an unenthused double thumps up. "Never can start too soon."

Angel raised his glass. "I'd drink to that."

Charlie placed a hand on his father's shoulder. "Are you sure you'll be alright?" The offer to go with him was plain in her question, even if she didn't explicitly say it.

Lucifer covered her hand with his own, his expression softening into a real smile. "I'll be okay, Char-Char." He turned his face towards the ceiling, specifically the right most tower. "At the very least, this should be interesting."

Vaggie crossed her arms. "I still don't think Alastor going is a good idea." She had made no secret of this when he'd announced the ceremony and who his plus one would be.

Charlie's expression was a complicated mixture of thoughtfulness, concern, and guilt. Likely, she was worried about Alastor's motives and guilty she felt worried. It was times like these, where Lucifer could see her fighting with her instincts like this that he really wanted to strangle the sinner for how twisted up he'd already made Charlie with his manipulations. "I am surprised he wanted to go," she settled with. "It doesn't seem the kind of event he would want to go to."

Understatement. Nonetheless, at this stage, only the Radio Demon knew his true plans.

Charlie turned her full attention on her father and Lucifer was overtaken by a sense of foreboding. Sure enough, the next thing she asked of him - everything about her full of concern - was, "Dad, please look after him. None of them are as strong as Adam, but they are stronger than him."

This was what he'd been afraid of when he'd told her Alastor was coming. That Charlie would think for a moment that everyone in the room would be a threat to the sinner rather than the other way around. Lucifer sighed, ultimately unable to refuse his baby girl anything within his power. Sincerely, albeit grudgingly, he promised, "I'll make sure he gets home alive and in one piece."

Not that he had any plans of telling the redhead about such a promise. He'd milk the protection for all it was worth with gleeful sadism.

Charlie's brows smoothed out, her worries abated. It was touching that she still had that level of faith in him.

Holding tight to that warm feeling (he had the suspicion he was going to need it), he conjured a swirl of red smoke, which snaked around him as he transported himself up to the top most floor. Taking the stairs might have given his approach away and he was willing to admit he was in a bit of a mood. The moment he was fully corporeal, Lucifer threw open the door to Alastor's room without so much as a knock, shouting, "You better be decent, because I'm coming in!"

Alastor's bayou was dark, its ecosystem in its own time zone and independent of Hell's. It was only the fact that Lucifer didn't want to seem too interested in anything the sinner had created that stopped him from asking how closely it followed Earth's daily rotation. The sinner himself was seated within full view of the door, the rim of a small, white cup pressed to his lips. His spine and ears had gone ramrod straight at the intrusion. An equally white saucer and a pretty white and blue tea pot, that Lucifer pegged was likely picked out for the sinner by his friend Rosie, lay spread out on his little table for one. The scent of the drink was impossible to distinguish from the general scent of the bayou. 

Alastor relaxed upon recognizing him, swallowing his mouthful. Once his mouth was free, he said in a dismissive tone, "Ah, it's just you."

Lucifer strolled in like he owned the place (which he did, actually, and wasn't that something to come back to). A wave of his hand sent the door swinging shut behind him. Ignoring the insult, he said, "Grab anything you need. We're heading out."

Alastor's eyes narrowed at him. "There's still quite a bit of time before the ceremony begins." Pointedly, he took another sip of his drink, loudly slurping as he did. "And I'm busy at the moment."

The blonde remained unfazed. "Thanks to your little stunt yesterday, I have to put some thought into my outfit for once." He gestured to where the wound was currently hidden by the high neckline of his roll down. A pair of red eyes followed the movement, far too pleased despite the clear rebuke in Lucifer's words. "Your reputation might get boosted by our deal being ousted, but I'd rather not advertise it."

Alastor made a considering noise as he took another sip, although if he was pondering the effects to his reputation or the taste of his tea, it was impossible to say. He glanced at Lucifer, pointedly staring at his top. "Why not conjure something up like you did that sweater?"

"It's easier when the thing already exists," Lucifer explained, not that he needed to defend himself to this sinner. To demonstrate, he conjured a simple, base yellow rubber duck. "From there I can modify it-" he gave it a little white top hat, reminiscent of his own, "-Copy it-" a second duck appeared, exactly like the first one, "-Or merge them together." For his last magic trick, he slammed the two ducks together. When he opened them, a duck twice as big as either of the originals lay in his palms.

Alastor took on an unimpressed look of his own, raising an eyebrow at him. "So modify that silly outfit you usually wear."

Lucifer tries to imaging changing his usual outfit and finds the thought distasteful. He worked long and hard on that thing and he's quite pleased with it. "Hm, no. Doesn't fit the style."

The red headed sinner's other eyebrow joined it's twin. "'Style'?" His expression turned shrewd. "You mean that abhorrent circus theme is on purpose?"

Sticking his tongue out at Alastor may have been childish, but he didn't care. For extra effect, he lobbed his latest rubber ducky at the asshole's head.

A shadow darted out from behind the sinner, catching the object mere inches from Alastor's face. He narrowed his eyes at it, turning it this way and that. An unholy grin spread across his face was the all warning Lucifer had before the redhead's head seemed to come unhinged at the jaw, mouth opening unnaturally wide.

Wide enough, in fact, to drop the duck into it. Lucifer's hands flew to his mouth in horror at the poor thing's fate.

With a resounding snap Alastor's jaw came back together, the unmistakable sound of teeth going through rubber slicing through the room. Looking Lucifer dead in the eye, malicious glee plain for all to see in his gaze, Alastor spit the offensive thing out.

No less than fifteen individual pieces of rubber landed on the ground, some rolling off and disappearing into the bayou. It's little head, now split in two and missing it's hat, came to a stop near Lucifer's feet.

Lucifer was in disbelief. He couldn't believe this mangy sinner had the audacity to destroy one of his ducks. Heartfelt, he whispered, "You're a monster."

Alastor cackled. "Perhaps this outing might be fun after all." Leaning over, he poured out the rest of his drink. "The tea was off, anyway."

(Hidden behind his hands, the corner of Lucifer's mouth twitched, uncertain if it wanted to become a smile or a frown. Was it really bad tea or had it already begun?)

Lucifer glared at him as he approached, stepping around the pieces of rubber duckie death like one steps around dog excrement. When he was within arm's reach, Alastor held out his arm in a gentlemanly manner that belied every previous interaction they'd ever had. "Shall we, your Majesty?"

Lucifer eyed the limb like he expected it to turn into a snake and bite him, which seemed to amuse the sinner even more. Grudgingly, he reached out and took it, mostly because physical contact made it easier to transport a second person.

Alastor placed a hand over his, holding it in place. "And where are we headed on this fine morning?"

That was it, Lucifer definitely knew he was hamming it up just to annoy him. Returning Alastor's false honey sweet attitude with one of his own, red smoke began to swirl up around them. Before it took them completely, he quipped, "Down to the Lust Ring."

Alastor's expression as they rematerialized was priceless. One would think the Devil had just dragged this woeful sinner down to the true depths of Hell with the way Alastor was not thrilled with turn of events. It likely didn't help that they arrived to the soundtrack of overly loud wet smacking noises and moans.

Oh no, Lucifer thought, more for Alastor's sake than his own. He really hoped he hadn't picked a bad time. That would be the cherry on top of the sinner's expectations. He spun around towards the noise, relieved when he discovered they'd only interrupted a make out fest.

Lucifer tilted his head to the side, trying to get a better understanding of what he was seeing. His brother was seated at his desk, very into what he was doing, which was apparently making out with an imp. An imp wearing a jester's hat. An imp with very, very stretchy arms? Were those arms? Did imps have stretchy arms? He was fairly certain imps didn't have stretchy arms the last time he checked.

He might have gone on accidentally being a voyeur in favor of trying to work out this odd puzzle, had Alastor not decided he'd reached his limit on everything going on in front of them and cleared his throat.

Asmodeus and the imp paused, both opening an eye to peer at them. The imp glared at them. "Do you mind? We're busy." He frowned, looking at the door and then back at them. "Wait, how did you get in here? We definitely locked the door."

Asmodeus' reaction was much more hospitable. His face broke out into a wide smile, the little faces in his mane both showing joy. "Lucy!" Although his jumping up from his chair was abrupt, the imp anticipated it, altering his grip so he didn't take a tumble to the floor. His arms withdrew and moved around until he was situated comfortably on Asmodeus' shoulder.

Lucifer wondered how long that affair had been going on. Judging from the rather large painting that looked new, but not that new, it must have been for at least the last several months. He didn't have too long to contemplate it, as arms almost as long as he was tall scooped him up with all the ease of picking up a child.

Lucifer might have felt self conscious of this, if Ozzie-hugs weren't 100% worth the indignity. The sin's affections were like a ray of sunshine after a thunderstorm, and he couldn't help but soak it up like a wilted flower. "Hey, Ozzie," Lucifer said around a nuzzle to the side of his face. His new vantage point gave him a much closer view of Asmodeus' partner, who was patiently waiting out the exchange. "Who is this?"

The imp grinned at him, hands curling up under his chin and his feet kicking up behind him. "Name's Fizzarolli, but you can call me Fizz." The rock of his head caused the little bells on the end of his hat to jingle. "And you're the big boss himself."

Lucifer thought he had heard the name somewhere, but couldn't place it. It wasn't unusual for people to know of him, when he didn't know them, so he didn't think anything of it. Asmodeus, however, filled in some of the blanks by saying, "Fizz used to work for Mammon." The smile fell away for a scowl of pure distain. "That awful robot version of him is still at his Loo Loo Land monstrosity."

A light bulb went off. Even several years deep into his self imposed isolation, news of the fire that had broken out due to a fight between something called 'Robo Fizzarolli' and a park visitor had reached him. For weeks, all the servants could speak of was the Loo Loo Land scandal. Lucifer had gotten the impression it was mostly because of the destruction of the robot. The fuss didn't die down until it had been repaired, albeit only barely enough to function.

He studied the imp hanging off of Asmodeus' shoulder. His arms and legs not following the physical laws of nature aside, Fizzarolli was definitely not a robot. Which meant that Mammon had a robot created in his likeness.

Creepy. Par for the course with Mammon, but still creepy.

Asmodeus shifted Lucifer until he was holding his brother with a single arm. The little king, used to the treatment, shifted himself until he was sitting on the sin's arm rather than reclining on it. "We've been trying to get Mammon to get rid of it," Asmodeus went on, his hand now free to curl into a claw, joints cracking a sign of his frustration, "But you know how he can be with legalities."

Which was a roundabout way of saying that Mammon and legal practices barely on speaking terms. Usually, if it was something involving the other sins and anything to do with their rings, the personification of Greed would yield (very, very grudgingly). When it came to anything within his own ring, it was damn near impossible to gain any sort of traction for an argument. At that point, the only beings in existence he'd yield to were Lucifer and God.

Since one of those options was indefinitely AWOL, while the other had been in isolation, it was understandable that Mammon had grown too big for his breeches.

Perhaps it was because Asmodeus' good mood was so infectious. Perhaps it was because Asmodeus was over the moon for his partner. What ever it was, Lucifer found himself offering, "If you want it gone, I could speak to Mammon?"

Fizz looked both happy and a bit flummoxed that Hell's king had just volunteered to get involved with his case, but not like he was about to complain. Asmodeus' eyes turned to crescent moons, his smile was so big. "Lucy! You don't have to do that!"

Lucifer wasn't too bothered by the headache that was dealing with the Sin of Greed on his own turf. He waved off with a roll of the eyes and a huff of only slightly overexaggerated annoyance.

The surprise of their arrival and the pleasantries of their reunion over with, Asmodeus finally turned his attention to the fourth party in the room. "I see you brought company." The fallen angel turned sin circled Alastor, easily pegging him as a sinner. "And who is this pretty cat?"

The redhead's expression was bland, but Lucifer had known him long enough to pick out the calculating gleam in his eye. As Asmodeus was studying Alastor, Alastor was studying Asmodeus. "Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you." He didn't offer his hand, not caring that he might be possibly offending someone easily twice his size. His eyes flicked to Fizz. "I see all the gossip about you two was true."

Lucifer tensed, something about the tone suggesting that Alastor was testing the waters already, although he had no idea how.

Asmodeus merely laughed. "Oh! This cat has claws." He turned that mirth on Lucifer. "You always did like the feisty ones."

Lucifer hissed, even as he blushed. "Oh, no!" He waved his hands for emphasis. "No! Absolutely not! We are not a couple!" He shuddered at the mere thought. They were more likely to kill each other than ever like each other.

One of the Sin of Lust's eyes got wider than the other, his version of raising an eyebrow. Lucifer could already tell he had picked up on there being more to the story. "Oh?"

"I... He's..." Lucifer swallowed, suddenly floundering. His pride was still intact enough he adamantly didn't want to explain that he had had a nervous breakdown and in his moment of weakness, he'd agreed to bring this particular sinner along for support, which was a hilarious concept if one thought about it long enough.

As if to prove his point, Alastor suggested in a faux helpful tone, "An emotional support sinner?"

Lucifer flipped him off with both hands, although he suspected any effect it might have had on the sinner was lost due to the fact that the blonde was still seated in his little brother's arm like a small child. Something he had no doubt the red head was going to bring up at some point in the future, if the sly grin on his face was anything to go by.

Asmodeus and Fizzarolli shared a look. Lucifer refused to think about what totally erroneous conclusions they were jumping to. Thankfully, neither decided to share those conclusions with the class.

"Froggy," Asmodeus asked, voice full of warmth and mirth. "Could you show Lucy's stray cat to the refreshments while he and I chat?"

Alastor's ears flattened as his lips pulled away from his teeth into a sneer at the notion he belonged to anyone, let alone Lucifer.

Fizzarolli pecked his lover's check with a kiss, something Asmodeus responded to with a pleased purr. "Leave it to me." As he withdrew, Lucifer heard the faintest of a mechanical whirl suggesting his arms weren't flesh and blood. Upon touching the ground, the imp tried to wrap an arm around Alastor's shoulder, only for the sinner to side step him. Fizz's lips twisted down into a frown. "What's the matter? Don't like imps?"

Alastor stared down his nose at him. Fizzarolli, like most imps, was closer to a living human's height making it easier to do so. "Make no mistake, I dislike imps as much as I dislike everyone." He lifted his staff like a barrier between them. "Touch me, though, and we'll both find out how much that changes."

Instead of being daunted by the threat, Fizzarolli just placed a hand on his hip and snorted. "You're a snippy one." He walked past the red head, just barely brushing up against the tailored coat in a way that had to be deliberate. "Come on, there's some drinks and candy over here."

Alastor followed after him, his expression suggesting he was more likely to attempt to eat the imp then he was to accept anything offered to him. Lucifer suddenly wondered if it was a good idea to leave them alone with each other. He really didn't want to explain to Charlie that Alastor had gotten himself killed because he eaten the Sin of Lust's lover.

Asmodeus watched them go with a chuckle. "Where did you find that alley cat?"

Lucifer guffawed at the description, unable to help himself. He covered his mouth with his hand as the noise caused Alastor's ears to swerve around to follow the noise. He waited until Fizzarolli had his attention back before saying, "Oh, heh, yeah no. Alastor may be a tease and all touchy feely-" Lucifer wagged his fingers and pulled a face at how territorial the sinner could be, "-But I don't think he's got a promiscuous bone in his body." He paused to think about it, looking at the redhead in question. "I really don't think he's one of yours."

No, Alastor's ego and pride made him all Lucifer's. Joy.

Fizzarolli held out a bowl of multicolored candies, all shaped like mouths and penises. Alastor's eyes went red on black, a shadow darting out, grabbing hold of the bowl, and then tossing it's contents into the nearby fire. Fizzarolli sputtered over the waste.

It was hard to tell where Asmodeus was focused sometimes, him lacking any pupils. "Asexual?"

Lucifer thought about what Rosie had said, about Alastor 'drawing aces.' "Maybe. His friend certainly seems to think so," he said thoughtfully. He turned back to Asmodeus. "Is that what they're calling it these days?"

Asmodeus laughed at him. "They've been calling it that for almost a hundred and thirty years, Lucy!" He moved them closer to the heart shaped wall to floor window behind his desk to give them more privacy. "But I have a feeling you're not here to gossip about a sinner's lack of a love life."

"Ew, no." The older fallen angel shuddered. "And who says I need anything?" Lucifer put on his best bullshitting smile. "Maybe I just wanted to hang out with my favorite little brother."

Asmodeus laughed at him like he thought that was cute, not buying it for a moment. "Flattery will get you everything, except out of answering my question." He jostled his brother. "Out with it."

Lucifer signed. "Fine, fine." He crossed his arms. "I've come to ask the great and powerful Asmodeus for some fashion advice." He picked at his sweater, a slight whine in his voice as he added, "My normal top won't cut it tonight."

There was a twinkle in Asmodeus' eyes. "Oh? You love that outfit! What's wrong with it?"

Lucifer felt wary, like he was walking into a trap. "I need something with a higher collar."

Asmodeus' expression was the kind only a little sibling scenting possibly embarrassing blackmail material they could use against their other older sibling could make. "Lucy! And here I thought you weren't the type to let a hickey linger."

Lucifer stared, uncomprehending. Wait what? Suddenly, he realized how all of this sounded. Horrified, he shoved at Asmodeus' face, even as the sin cackled. "Stop that! It's not like that!" He attempted to struggle out of his little brother's grasp, but Asmodeus was near enough his equal and several times his size to make that difficult. "Wait, don't--!"

He never stood a chance. Asmodeus had managed to get a single finger hooked under Lucifer's collar, pulling the fabric down.

Both of them froze, Lucifer's breathe catching in his lungs. The wound had completely closed up by the time morning had come around again, allowing Lucifer to remove the butterfly stitches and bandage. The skin was still tender and would remain so for another day or two, when it would finally move into the scarring stages. With Asmodeus' knowledge of how quickly injuries healed on seraphim, it was impossible he wouldn't have guessed it had happened recently.

Lucifer transformed into a snake, slithering out and dropping down from his brother's hold. He reappeared in normal form a meter from the window, arms wrapped around his arms. Asmodeus reached for him, stopping without touching him. Lucifer felt horrible for how grateful he was that he hadn't.

He could hear the concern plain as day in Asmodeus' tone, underneath it a promise of violence if needed, as he inquired, "What happened?"

Lucifer wanted to lie and say that it had happened during one of the attacks on the hotel. To broadly claim someone had gotten too close without saying when. It would have even been true, if one ignored which injury belonged to which incident. His hand couldn't give him away either, as the scar had long since disappeared.

The issue was that Lucifer could count the amount of times he been able to lie to Asmodeus on one hand. King of Lies or not, his brother had always been able to see right through him, the truth practically illuminated over his head in bright flashing lights. The lie would most certainly be caught out almost immediately. The thought of telling the truth, however, threatened to close up his windpipe. His pride refused to allow it.

Unable to tell a lie and just as unable to tell the truth, Lucifer stared back at him wordlessly.

Asmodeus studied him: his posture and body language all telling it's own story. "Lucy, I have to ask." Carefully, gently, almost regretful that he had to ask: "Did you do this to yourself?"

At first the contents of the question didn't register. All Lucifer picked up on was that fact that Asmodeus had spoken to him in Enochian. There were so few people in Hell that spoke their mother tongue it was rare to hear someone else speak it. There was likely only eight beings in Hell that even could, those being the sins, himself, and Vaggie. Lilith and Charlie understood it when he spoke to them in it, but only Charlie could speak it back to him. He didn't think he'd heard her use it since childhood, though. It was even possible that Vaggie had no idea her partner knew the language, if she had been trying so very hard not to let slip she was an angel.

And then the words themselves hit like a sucker punch. Anger, a defensive response, rose bitter and sour in his chest. "No," he vehemently denied. "No," he said again, calmer. "I know my... mood," the word tasted wrong on his lips, too light for the darkness of his depression, "Has been pretty low for a while now, but no." HIs hands tightened around his arms. "I don't want to hurt myself. I never did." This was true. He'd wanted to hide away. He'd wanted to disappear. But he'd never wanted to hurt himself.

Their Father had done that plenty enough for him.

Asmodeus reached for him again, hovering as he gauged if Lucifer would let him. "Okay. Okay, I believe you." When he was given a nod, the sin reached out and placed a hand on his older brother's shoulder, the hand nearly engulfing it. A little of that promise for violence trickled back into his voice as he asked, "Is the fucker who did it dead, at least?"

Lucifer found himself once again at a loss. To say yes would be a lie. To say no would invite an inquiry into who had done it and he wasn't entirely certain he would be able to keep everything from all spilling out. He really, really did not want to explain anything about this situation. "I..." He was beginning to wish he had never come here. He hadn't been ready for any of this. He felt too exposed, his throat threatening to close up as his heart kicked up a notch.

Without meaning to, he looked past Asmodeus, searching out the person who had made himself both the bane of his existence and a source of comfort. Being part deer, Alastor's hearing must have been extraordinary. He would have easily heard the hitch in Lucifer's breathing and the racing of his heart from so meager a distance. This was all Lucifer could think of when Alastor turned his head to face him.

He didn't know what his face was doing. Didn't know what Alastor could read off of it. Whatever it was elicited a sigh and a click of the tongue from the sinner. Without a by-your-leave to Fizzarolli, Alastor abandoned his company to cross the room over to where Lucifer and Asmodeus were standing.

Alastor ignored Asmodeus in favor of concentrating on the fallen angel himself. "Come now, sire, what's with that expression?" He held out a hand, offering his poisonous support, if Lucifer chose to take it.

Lucifer knew he shouldn't. Knew he was already beginning to associate Alastor with comfort rather than trouble. Knew he couldn't trust him. He still stepped out of Asmodeus' grasp and reached for him anyway.

He didn't miss the victory as it flashed across Alastor's expression when Lucifer took his hand.

Asmodeus didn't miss it either.

A flash of blue and pink flame. An alarmed cry of, "Oz?!" Asmodeus' voice echoed with his wrath as he asked in plain English, "It was this guy?"

Both Lucifer and Alastor turned, the latter's ears flattening to the side of his head. Too late, Alastor realized the danger he had walked right into. Most people would have cowered before the anger of a sin, and rightfully so. They were huge. They were powerful. They could do a lot of damage with very little effort.

But Alastor hadn't been prey since the day he took a kitchen knife to his father's throat.

The room around them grew darker as shadows coalesced around them, dancing just out of the flames' reach. Alastor's horns branched out as they grew. His form would be the next to follow.

Two paths spread out before Lucifer. Down one path, he did nothing. Allowed the two to fight and for Asmodeus to remove a thorn in his side that he hadn't been able to remove himself. Charlie would be upset, but Alastor would no longer be a danger to her. Down the other, he interfered. Swallowed his pride and explained the situation that he had landed himself in of his own free will. Deescalated the tension before someone got killed.

Indecision locked up his muscles, almost making the decision for him.

Like the beam of a lighthouse, ready to lead weary sailors back to the shore, Charlie's voice cut through the fog reminding him of his promise.

Dad, please look after him.

There really had only been one path, hadn't there?

His wings came into being, large enough to carry two people if he were to take to flight. He caught hold of Alastor's forearm, yanking the sinner off balance as he twisted them around. The sinner hissed at him, but Lucifer didn't spare the time to explain. The three wings, all from the same side, came up and around until Alastor was completely shielded beneath them, cutting both sin and sinner off from each other. His other hand came up to grip Alastor's other forearm, holding him in place behind the barrier.

For the second time in his life, Lucifer chose to stand between a sinner and his own kind.

Asmodeus might as well have been made from stone. Behind him, Fizzarolli looked like he wanted to interfere, but didn't dare get in the middle of a fight between two giants.

Lucifer was apologetic, but resolute. He swallowed his pride, the taste of it burning his throat as it went down. In a language everyone in the room could understand, he explained, "I made a deal. He gave me his terms and I agreed to them." He almost faltered when his little brother remained cold and distant, but carried on. "The knife was an experiment." His hands tightened to signal he meant business. "We will be discussing it later."

Switching to Enochian, smile sweet and tone as dark as the day would be when Alastor inevitably broke his daughter's heart, Lucifer promised, "If he ever proves to be too much of a threat, I will end him."

The two fallen angels assessed each other. If it came down to it, Lucifer would leave with Alastor. The sinner would be safe in Pentagram City. The Pride Ring was Lucifer's territory and Lucifer's alone. None of the other sins would dare impede upon it if he ordered them to stay out.

Perhaps Asmodeus could see his resolve. The choice he had made. With a sigh, the sin allowed his mane to resume it's normal temperature, bringing his anger under control. He didn't look happy about it, but he was letting this go. For now, at least. "Lucy, this was not what I meant when I said you should give sinners a second chance."

It wasn't a joke. Not really. Lucifer took it as the olive branch it was. That crisis adverted, he turned his attentions to his other issue. Only to pause when he got a good look at Alastor.

Alastor's gaze was like molten lava, his hunger a living thing. He looked like he wanted to tear open Lucifer's rib cage and crawl inside it. Like he wanted to devour Lucifer bit by bit, taking his time as he savored every bite. He knew what Lucifer had done, what it had cost him and he was reveling in it.

Some part of Lucifer craved proof he was wanted. That people wanted him around and enjoyed his company.

This wasn't that. This wasn't anything healthy or good, but some part of him wanted this as well, whatever the hell this was.

He was glad he hadn't lowered his wings, yet.

Alastor tucked it all away as easily as he tucked away a large meal. When he stepped back, Lucifer let him go, lowering his wings and tucking them away into his back. The redhead considered him. "Would like to take a break from this conversation, your Majesty?" He gestured to the set up back across the room where Fizzarolli still stood. "There's some rather fine wine, if you're interested."

Lucifer shook his head. "No, it's fine." The adrenaline was beginning to wear off and he really just wanted to pretend this whole conversation never happened. "Go."

Hearing the dismissal, Alastor 'hmmed' to himself. Lucifer was relieved when he turned on his heel and headed back to the receiving area.

Lucifer watched him go, trying not to think about the look Asmodeus was giving him. More to fill the awkward silence, he said, "I'd still like you're help with the outfit."

Asmodeus clearly wanted to say something more, but blessedly didn't. Tapping his finger to his chin, his hand under his elbow, he gave Lucifer his own once over. Seemingly reaching an idea, he said, "I think I know just the thing."

tbc

#radioapple #alastor #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel #deer lucifer fic #i wanted the ceremony to be in this chapter #but it just kept fighting me #it will be the focus of the next chapter #the next chapter might be late #i only get one day off in the next eleven days

[orcelito]

also. what they dont tell you about being a sorcerer (5) bard (1) is that

you get a F U C K ton of spells

#speculation nation #fang #d&d #and ALL!!!! of them are prepared #im used to playing a wizard with many many spells but u can only have a handful prepared at a time #fang can use Any of these at Any time (spell slots permitting) #and he got detect magic (unlimited) from his eldritch invocation (feat). and darkness from a shadow sorcerer feature #fang really is just all *finger wiggles* about his magic. he doesnt understand it. but BOY can he do a lot of it #he described today his fireball as 'if i think Really Hard and Point... i can make Big Things happen' #AGHHHHHH i love him so much tho. he's still so squishy but i love him sooo much #AND!!!!!!!!!! i have healing spells now too. thank god #5 sorcery points on top of all this. AND two bardic inspiration #fang really is just like. absolutely overflowing with magic. but super fucking casual about it #he does not!!! understand what he's doing!!!! he's just like playing the flute and feeling smth different with his magic #& he's just like 'Huh." decides to play around with that. and suddenly he knows 6 more spells #and he can HEAL!!!!!!!!! im so stoked about that lmfao #i did NOT take vicious mockery bc i already have Mind Sliver as a psychic damage cantrip AND chill touch. two damage cantrips #vicious mockery is kinda the iconic bard thing but just. idk minor illusion seemed more useful to me. #probably gonna keep it at 1 bard level at least until i get my shadow wolf. so im taking shadow sorcerer level next level (whever that is) #I WANT MY BIG PUPPYYYYYYYYYYYYY big boy loves to bite. i need him #i would have him if i didnt take bard level... but it's ok.... the versatility is worth it #fang is the most hilariously influential person that exists and everyone just has to deal with it #he walks around changing people's lives & he's just like 'eh dont worry about it' b4 leaving to continue on his way #tunnel vision. very task-focused. unless he gets distracted in which case it is tunnel vision on the distraction #he regularly went on swims in the fuckin ocean alongside the boat bc he's got a fancy cloak that lets him breathe underwater & he loves it #i literally love him so much guys i Cannot describe how much i love him #i wish his charisma was higher lol BUT it's ok. we just need to get to level 9 so i can increase smth (with sorcerer 8) #tho hmmm levels 2 and 3 bard look so good too... hmmmmm #difficult choices lol. ah well

[sadtoru]

gojo satoru was 17 when he realized he loved you.

lets start from the beginning. you and gojo had been best friends since you were 7, being assigned the two (potentially?) strongest sorcerers at birth and all, it would take a lot not to meet each other before going to the same school in the future. you met at one of those stupid clan meetings where everyone brags about how rich they are blah blah. as the strongest, you two were basically allowed to do anything you want, no one could stop you anyways. but, you were still at a stage when you wanted your parents to be proud of you, so you followed them around for the meetings. somehow, your two clans forced got you to meet eachother. it didn't go so well as planned. you both glared at eachother, not believing one would be stronger than the other. hell you two almost got in a fight. after that, you did become friends after a few more meetings together. youd invite eachother to one anothers houses, play together, ect. just trying to be kids, yknow? sure you two were quite competitive, but you grew to become extremely close friends in about a year. little did you both know you'd grow up to rely on eachother so greatly.

but, what made him realize he might like you, was his best friend geto suguru.

suguru and satoru were sitting in class after it had ended, talking about who knows what, when you'd grabbed satorus attention for a second. "I'll see you at the cafe at 6, right?" you asked, to what couldve been anyone else in the room (suguru, shoko, satoru), but satoru immediately knew you were talking to him, because of your plans to check out that new cafe that everyone had been going crazy about. you two had a lot in common, and one of those similarities was your obsession with sweets. so you'd go on little trips dates together to get your daily dosage of sugar. he looked over in your direction to give you a salute, paired with a "yes ma'am!" you laughed and shook your head before leaving the classroom with shoko, heading to your dorm room. satoru subconsciously watched as you walked away with a smile on his face and a look in his eye, that didn't go unnoticed by suguru.

"you like her?" suguru asked him. satoru seemed to be lost in thought, since he didn't respond in any way. just kept staring st your unoccupied seat. suguru smirked and kicked him while his guard was down and he and his desk fell over together. "ouchhh. what was that for?!" he asked rubbing his head that hit the ground with a scowl, clearly annoyed. "you didn't answer me, whats got you so distracted huh?" satoru thought for a second. "that cafe, duh!" satoru rolled his eyes and left his seat on the floor, not caring to pick it up. suguru suddenly started laughing. satoru narrowed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. "what are you laughing about?" satoru asked. "oh nothing. just about how clueless you are to your own feelings" suguru wiped away a fake tear and started walking out of the classroom, followed by a confused satoru. "haa?! whats that supposed to mean you dick head?" gojo sweared, still oblivious to the hints suguru laid out. "for someone so "strong" you really are dumb when it comes to common sense" suguru casually insulted him. an irk mark appeared on satorus face and he went to punch suguru, but he dodged it in time. "just tell me what you're laughing about, what, y'too scared?" satoru tried to tease him to get the truth out of suguru. to which suguru merely chuckled. "I think I'll keep it to myself for now" suguru grinned and ran ahead of satoru. normally satoru would chase him and force suguru to answer him but he simply rolled his eyes and went the other way this time. ooc, I know, but he was busy with his thoughts.

a few days later, you and satoru had already went on your cafe date trip. everything was somewhat normal until this day. satoru had forgotten about what happened with suguru a few days ago. but a bit late at night past curfew, he was so confused with himself, he decided to ask suguru for help.

"suguruu!!" satoru slammed sugurus door open. lucky him, he was still awake so the annoying actions of a certain gojo that has never knocked in his life didn't phase him too much. satoru closed the door behind him, somewhat quietly, and that's when suguru knew something was up. 'satoru never shuts doors, so that means he has something important to say. a favor probably' suguru perceived satorus actions. "what's up" suguru asked simply, hiding his curiosity in satorus out of character behavior.

"suguru. i kinda need a favor. I just need to ask you something.." satoru rubbed the back of his head nervously. to this suguru lifted one brow. "I can't promise I'll answer it" suguru replied, deeming suspicious activity. "it's not anything you wouldn't wanna answer okay? just.. it's really weird.. I don't know.. It's just that, whenever I'm around y/n my heart randomly starts beating really fast, I get a little sweaty and I feel all nervous, and then I end up saying stupid stuff and-" he sighed as he put a hand through his hair in frustration. "it's been happening for awhile time but it doesn't happen around anyone else.. d'you know-" Suguru started laughing at him before he could finish his sentence. it started with a small chuckle until he burst out in full on laughter as satoru furrowed his eyebrows and frowned at suguru. "what's so funny? I'm asking for real advice here!" he huffed and went to open the door again to leave, but suguru stopped him.

"satoru, I think you're in love with her"

#like 90% of this was an old draft from like 2022... this was cringe im sorry yall pls forgive me #gojo #gojosatoru #sadtoru #fanfic #gojoxreader #satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru is oblivious to love #suguru geto #geto suguru #shoko ieiri #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x you #first one shot on tumblr go easy on me

[holylulusworld]

Ready for harvest

Summary: You and your alphas play another game.

Written for @spnkinkevents SPN Omegaverse Week – Day 6 – Friday, April 19 – Slick

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader; Alpha!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader; Alpha!John Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: implied smut/light smut, somnophilia, use of a sex swing, implied taking turns, blindfolds, use of a safe word, aftercare, consensual degrading, daddy kink, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, established polyamorous relationship, fluff

Catch up here: Hungry like the wolf

A/N: The story takes place in Season 10. John is still alive for my storyline.  

Words: 1,3 k+

SPN Omegaverse Week Masterlist

A snowstorm ruined your plans, but it offered a new opportunity. While stuck at the bunker with your alphas, you came up with new ideas to kill time.

Strip poker. Chasing a fake monster. Strip charade. Naked cooking contests. 

Five days later you’re still stuck in the bunker, unable to leave it because of the snow masses blocking all exits.

Luckily you’re always prepared and got enough food, because and men around to survive for even for weeks without leaving the bunker.

“Good thing I bought all the good shit before the weather decided to fuck us over,” John grins at you. “What do you say, Y/N? Do you want to try it out? I got it in our playroom.”

You chuckle at his eagerness. It was his idea to turn one of the rooms at the bunker into a playroom for you and your alphas.

“Okay, show me what you bought,” you lean closer to whisper in his ear, “Daddy.”

“Careful or I’ll take you right here, in the hallways.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” you grin, remembering the night John pounced on you after you sneaked into the kitchen for a late-night snack. He fucked you right there, on the floor for his sons to watch. “It was so hot and dirty.”

“Because we all took turns,” Sam suddenly stands behind you to grope your ass. For a man his size, he’s fucking stealthy. “So, what are we up to today? Can I sort the books at the library, or did we find something more interesting to do?”

You smirk at Sam.

“I think our omega wants to play,” John snickers. He unashamedly cups his crotch. It’s only you and his sons, and all of you have seen all of him over the years. No one around to judge you for being a pack’s omega.

“Hmm…” you run your fingertips over the sex swing hammock John decided to buy. You feel the soft leather to check the quality. “It looks nice.” You’re unsure for the first time.

“If you don’t like it, we can just chase you around the bunker and play hide and seek,” Dean joins the party. “We thought it’d be nice if you played pillow princess and just enjoyed the ride.”

“Pillow princess?” You snort. It’s not your style to just take it. “How will this work?” You tug at the straps to test the stability of the hammock. “Me?”

“I want you to wear this,” John purrs and holds a blindfold in front of your face. “We want to play guess the cock.”

“You’re kinky, Mr. Winchester,” you snatch the blindfold out of his hands. “Black silk, huh?”

“For special occasions, sweetheart,” Dean looks at the blindfold in your hands. “We want to give you a special night.”

“You want to get your dick wet,” you playfully slap his chest. “You horny bastard.”

Dean chuckles. “You know me so well, baby.”

“I know all of you,” you smirk darkly. “Every dirty little secret and every kink.”

“Do you trust us?” John cups your cheek. “We’d love to give you a new experience. But only if you want it.”

“Only if you promise to not tease me,” you poke your finger into his chest. “Last time you edged me for too long and then, you didn’t let me cum!”

“That was sweet punishment,” Sam taunts. “And we will do it again.”

“If you play your cards right,” you purr and step toward Sam to fist his flannel, “I allow you to massage my feet after you made me cum, Sammy.”

Your alphas smirk as you shimmy out of your panties and fling them across the room. 

“Let’s test this nice swing…”

Your alphas helped you into the shamrock. Your men made sure that you were comfortable and felt safe. John asked you about your safe word and kissed you softly before using the leg and arm straps on you.

It feels like floating. “You look ready to get eaten, doll,” John whispers in your ear. He tweaks one of your nipples, causing you to shudder. “If you guess the cock right, you get a special gift after we are done with you.”

Dean kneels in front of the shamrock to teasingly run his tongue over your clit. He grips your legs tightly, enjoying you cannot close them when he playfully sinks his teeth into your clit.

“DEAN!” you grunt. He’s a teasing little shit, and you will pay him back. “I dare you!”

“How does she taste brother?” Sam watches his father and brother tease you with little licks and touches. “Dean?”

“She’s slicking for us, Sammy,” Dean growls against your flesh. “Y/N is such a good omega for us.”

You mewl at his words. Your chest swells and your body goes lax. “Daddy…”

“I’m here, doll,” John whispers in your ear. “Can we begin, baby doll?”

“Hmmm…” you nod.

“Do you remember your safe word, Y/N?” 

“Papaya,” you murmur. “I’m all green, daddy.”

“Of course you are,” he replies and nods at his sons. “If you want us to stop, you will say it. Remember that you are the one in control.”

John’s features darken as he steps next to his sons. He cracks his neck and stares at your exposed body, ready for them to use you. You’re completely at their mercy, and his primal side loves it.

“Ready sons.”

“Ready if you are,” Dean and Sam say in unison.

“Yes…” you whisper lowly. “I want to play a game with all of you…”

You feel his hands on you seconds later. His touch is tender at first, but his hands get more demanding. He gropes your tits, roughly pinching your nipples. You know it’s Sam because he’s hiding the beast so well, but not with you.

“Fuck me,” you challenge. “Now!”

They don’t speak when they start using your body for their pleasure. It’s part of the game.  

Sam is first. He’s rough, and demanding, but he pulls three orgasms out of your body. 

You recognize Dean next. He takes his time to tease you, fingering you until you cry and beg him for an orgasm, but he will let you wait, and you’ll only find release with his cock inside of you.

John is last. He’s rougher tonight and calls you his whore, and slut. Your alpha was on the edge for weeks. One hunt had gone wrong, and he feared he’d lose another mate.

“Look at this, a whore to go,” John taunts you not only with his cock driving into you in abandon, but his voice making you shudder.

He’s unstoppable. Pulling orgasm after orgasm from your spent body. You’re sore and tired, your safe word on the top of your tongue but you don’t use it. John needs to get this out of his system, and you won’t stop him.

Even if it’s against your alphas’ rules.

In the morning, you wake to John fucking wildly into you. You’re usually more than happy if he slips inside of you while you’re asleep, but this morning is different.

You cry, and whimper. John grunts into your neck, believing you’re into it as you wiggle underneath him.

“John,” it pains you to do it, but you cannot take more, “Papaya.”

He stiffens and immediately slips out of you. “Doll,” he nuzzles you. “I’ve got you doll,” John whispers. “You did so well. We are proud of you.” He wraps his arms around you and cradles you in his arms. “I’m gonna get you clean and take care of you.”

John picks you up to carry you inside the bathroom. “I’m sorry, daddy. It was…too intense.”

“No. I’m sorry,” he pecks your hair. “I was a bad dominant today. I should’ve seen your distress and ended the session last night. It was too much, and…” He sniffs. “Please forgive me.”

“I’m fine, John,” you hide your face in his shoulder. “You’re good alphas.”

John isn’t convinced. He calls for his sons, asking them to help him with you. “We need to do more aftercare. It was too much.” He admits, ashamed. 

“We’re here, sweetheart,” Dean whispers. “We will take care of you now…”

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#dean winchester #sam winchester #john winchester #spnomegaverseweek2024 #a/b/o #smut #polyamory #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #john winchester x reader #Ready for harvest #tw: daddy kink #x reader

[xokxzuha]

Xiao - Jealousy ~♡

Cw: F!reader, Degrading, size kink, tit play, rough sex, public sex, creampie, mentions of breeding, overstimulation, (reader is smaller than xiao btw ) No proof read Word count: 910

Xiao couldn't believe what was fucking happening at this moment. Right now he was at the top of Wangshu inn staring at you and Aether from afar. Aether had come to Wangshu inn to ask Xiao for some help with something but apparently he was ‘unavailable’ so Aether decided to get the next best person who could help, and that person was you.

But instead of talking about important things related to the topic that you and Aether were discussing about he instead was flirting with you! “Oh Y/N you’re so cute!” your face then started to heat up “O-oh really Aether?” Xiao then saw the sight of your face getting red and flustered so he decided to go down and eavesdrop on you and Aethers conversation. “Aw c'mon Y/N don't be so shy around me now~” “e-eh sorry Aether” your eyes then look away from Aethers and to your surprise your eyes then meet with Xiaos who was looking at you and Aether getting all flirty with each other. At that moment you then saw Xiaos extremely pissed off face so you decided to flirt back with Aether to see how he would react. “Oh Aether, has anyone ever told you how cute you look?” Before he was about to flirt back with you he then notices a very mad and jealous Xiao glaring at him to death. Aether was pretty sure if he was gonna continue on with his response to you he would be put 6 feet under in no time by Xiao.

“Oh why thank you Y/N but uhhh I just remembered I have to go now bye” Aether then ran off as fast as he could and before you could turn around and walk back to Wangshu inn Xiao was standing right behind you. “Oh Xiao I didn't see you there”. Xiao was taller and bigger than you were so most of the time you had to look up at him just to be able to talk to him. Suddenly Xiao grabs you and picks you up bridal style without saying anything, and takes you back to you guys' shared room in Wangshu inn.

Xiao then suddenly throws you onto the bed then locks the door. “H-HEY WHAT WAS THAT FOR?” Xiao then sighs and then suddenly you are below Xiao with your wrists pinned above your head. “Oh Y/N would you please stop being such a fucking slut for once.. I saw how you talked to Aether, whoring yourself out to him like that..” you gave him a shocked look “H-huh what do you mean Xiao?” “Stop acting like a fucking bitch you know what the fuck im talking about.” he then slaps you across the face. “You know what Y/N since you clearly like to spread your legs for the whole of Teyvat like the slut you are how about I show the whole of Teyvat who you truly belong to” Xiao then strips you and himself completely naked and brings you outside to the balcony so he can fuck you from behind.

“X-Xiao people can see me!” Xiao then grabs your tit from behind earning a moan from you. “Did I say you can fucking speak slut?” you then moan in response and then nod your head.”hm good… Now i want you to scream my fucking name out so the whole of Teyvat knows that you. Are. mine.” Xiao then started playing around with your tits, grabbing them harshly and pinching your nipples. “N-ngh o-oh Xiao please more!~” Xiao's movements then suddenly stop and he goes close to your ear “hm what was that sorry I couldnt hear you- say it louder right now”

“AGH XIAO PLEASE MORE MORE N-NGH~” “mhm good now princess who do you belong to?” “YOU XIAO- YOU I BELONG TO YOU AND ONLY YOU- A-AH~” suddenly you felt Xiao's cock enter your dripping pussy. His rough muscular hands that were much bigger than yours went to your hips while he thrusted harshly into you and holy shit were you enjoying this. He was thrusting into you at an inhuman speed and honestly you could just cum right there and then.

Xiao loves the fact that he is so much bigger than you- why because it makes you look so submissive and breedable. “X-Xiao im close a-ah” you were a moaning and panting mess, your face was bright red and flushed not to mention some people passing were staring at you getting fucked but you couldnt care less of what the thought of you because right now you were getting fucked so fucking good. “Cum on my cock bitch” even though Xiao's words were harsh though you loved that he degraded you and the thing is he knows you love it that's why he does it so often to you! Poor bb is just trying to show that he cares and loves you :(

After you came on his cock his thrusting didn't stop at all instead he increased the speed of each thrust. “A-Ah Xiao - I-I can't-too much” you started to feel overstimulated “it's fine you can handle it”.

A few final thrusts later Xiao finally felt the knot in his stomach about to snap. Xiao finally cums inside of you, filling you up to the brim. “Oh sweetheart you thought I was done with you, this is just the beginning of this..” oh archons you are in for a wild ride!

#genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact xiao #xiao x reader #xiao smut

[senqv]

FOLK OF THE GREY WAVES.

blue lock ! mermaid au featuring : alexis ness , michael kaiser , kurona ranze x gn! reader

warning(s) : kaiser tries to kill you once purposefully and once accidentally ( what’s new ) , biting , dead fish rip , lmk if there are more !

a/n : can you tell i was an ocean loving child

alexis ness !

prolly a dolphin mercreature … you know how the media portrays dolphins to be cute little angels but actually they are wild. yea

he has a curious nature as a dolphin, but also, as we know, incredibly intelligent

he can’t speak too much, but communicates with little thrills and chirps <3

you learn his name after he draws it out onto the sand, he really likes how you say his name !!

alexis also likes to ‘study’ you, as you say, and he is extremely fond of wrapping his tail around your legs — he doesn’t have them, after all, so he’s really curious on how they work !

he always leaves some gifts for you by rocks for you, like shells and clams with pearls in them <3 sometimes he finds some weird human contraption that was dropped into the sea and brings them to you as well

you bring your own gifts for him too ! he’s quite fond of flowers; especially lavenders, the sweet smell really appeals to him. he’s kinda sad that he can’t bring them underwater though :(

a regular bottlenose dolphin is about 2-4 m ( around 6.7 - 13.1 feet ) in length, so he’s quite big — bigger than you at least.

despite his large size, he’s very gentle with you, brushing his face over your palms and examining your legs with apt fascination. his fingers are nearly floating above your skin, because you’re so small compared to him that he really doesn’t wanna hurt you (*⁰▿⁰*)

he’s always mimicking you smiling. it’s his favourite expression !! it gets a little unsettling sometimes because you can tell that something has angered him but he’s still like :)

and then suddenly some people who have bothered you have develop a fear of the sea and refuse to go near it and you hm

splashes water on you to express his displeasure. and then he nudges you down when you try to tackle him as revenge … and somehow he is surprised you went down so easily ??? like huh have you not seen the size difference

overall really cute 10/10

michael kaiser !

if dolphins are bad this guy is an orca. the worse subspecies of dolphin fr they r such menaces ( but also my favourite ocean species LAWL they r too cute )

probably tried to kill you the first time y’all met ??

orca LOVE to play around with their prey. he definitely tried to flick you into the air but then decided that he was quite fond of you and now you’re his human. like um .ok ?????

really likes shiny things ! tinkers around with the bracelets and rings you wear, it’s cute how his pupils dilate a little when a glass bead reflects against the sunlight just right

he would really like for you to swim with him, but the sea is horrendously cold during the winter …

he doesn’t really understand that concept, so he tried tugging you into the water once, and you could barely submerge half your body you froze up and had to get out :(

kaiser refused to let you go afterwards for a long time, wrapping his arms and tail around you, a grumbling sound from his throat and warm breath against your neck <3

his fins twitching and his huge tail slamming on the deck nervously as he massages your arms to get the blood flowing again

he can’t let his favourite human die too fast yknow :( but the asshole attitude returns after he knows you’re fine. mf

he brings you his catches; huge fish, turtles, sometimes even smaller dolphin species as ? gifts ?? and lowkey gets offended when you explain how you can’t haul all those back to your house

again — he is huge. male killer whales are about 6 - 8 m ( 19.6 - 26.3 ft ) in length !! sits you on his lap as he marvels at how tiny you are compared to him

after thorough observation, he mlems at you face and you can’t tell if the grin he sports is him telling you that you’re going to be his next meal or something else

really likes it when you trace the patterns on his tail <3 he hides his face in his arms so you can’t see his expression but his tail is thrashing really wildly !!

possibly a 10 when he’s not trying to kill you

kurona ranze (黒名 蘭世) !

do i even need to say it ??? shark boy <3 i’d say hes a lemon shark mercreature !! omg i love lemon sharks they r the cutest

just putting it out here that lemon sharks are possessive of their humans and get jealous when they give other sharks too much attention LOL

kurona wraps his tail around you when he wants your attention and just in general when you’re near him !!

like ness, he is really curious of your legs. tried biting them once or twice — it doesnt hurt, but the occasional bite marks on your calves and thighs are hard to explain to your friends

his teeth are really cute to look at tho !! very spiky, and he grabs your hand so you can feel the groves of his triangular teeth and his tongue licking at your finger-pads

really likes swimming with you — you don’t even have to tread water cause he’ll just hold you by the waist and swim like that !! strong boy

kurona knows a lot about the ocean (since he practically lives in it ..), he brings you to see tiny glowing jellyfish at night and little bioluminescence plankton in underwater caves !! he gets really happy when he sees you excited over them

his eyes dilate … like a lot. they get huge when he sees you cause he loves you <3

really enjoys getting pets ! he’s not too expressive but you can always hear some gentle purring when you run your fingers through his hair

brings you small coral and pearls as gifts <3 sometimes he feels mischievous and just spits out some kind of fish at your feet just to scare you _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): wtf kurona !!

loves laying his head on your lap to hear you muse about the stars and constellations at night <3

deadass tries to lean his near 3 m ( 11 ft ) self on you like . hello

really likes stars a lot, his tail was practically wagging when you gave him a bracelet strung of star-shaped beads !!

he brought you a really pretty starfish afterwards as thanks

kurona automatically starts licking at your wounds if you have any, and he’s really careful not to get saltwater on them

doesnt like it when you’re hurt in any form :(

10/10 sea puppy bf

now i lowkey wanna sketch mermaid au blue lock adjdjhsjasjsj

#— sen’s works <3 #MERMAID AU MERMAID AU #little me is so happy that i finally get to use that useless ocean knowledge somewhere #orcas and whales are my favourite animals <3 #blue lock #bllk #alexis ness #alexis ness x reader #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #kaiser x reader #kurona ranze #kurona ranze x reader #kurona x reader

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Da da da... he’s dead

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 6]

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Ao3

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In-chat nicknames:

OGnerd = Jason

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Miss Harleen Quinzel had been having a relaxing evening on the couch with Bud and Lou when she gets a message on her phone. Seeing it’s from Red Hood, who barely texts… well anyone, she quickly opens it.

All he sent her is an image. There’s no text accompanying it and Red Hood already went offline. Harley looks at the selfie Red Hood sent her.

It doesn’t seem like anything special until she sees the body on the floor next to him in the picture.

She freezes.

A big grin stretches across her face and she starts laughing. Not a giggle or a cackle, just a full-blown belly laughter full of happiness and relief and with tears gathering in her eyes.

From another room, her girlfriend’s voice sounds.

“Harls? Are you alright?”

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An announcement had just been made of the Joker having escaped Arkham once again. And just when Tim thought tonight couldn’t have gotten any worse, Jason sent a message in the groupchat.

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28 days without the Joker breaking out of Arkham

OGnerd: Due to personal reasons I won’t be patrolling Crime Alley tonight

OGnerd: Don’t follow me.

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And, Jason being Jason, immediately turned his phone off after sending the messages.

So of course, Tim immediately went to follow him. After updating the groupchat name…

Fortunately for Tim, and unfortunately for Jason, Jason has not been informed of Tim’s stalker tendencies yet. Jason knows he’s nosy, but is unaware of the actual following people around and spying on them aspect.

It was child’s play for Tim to follow the tracker in Jason’s helmet to see him visit… a flower shop?

Tim’s first thought is that he might be following a lead of some kind seeing as he’s in his Red Hood outfit and all. But that thought evaporates the moment Jason walks out of the flower shop with a bouquet of… are those sweet peas?

Slightly bewildered, Tim continues to stalk follow Jason from a safe distance as he steps onto his motorcycle and leaves the flower shop.

He follows him to an apartment complex, where he sees Jason proceed to knock on someone’s window, flowers in hand, rather than just breaking in.

Tim watches as someone opens the window and after a while gets led outside by Jason and eventually down onto the ground and to the motorcycle.

Perplexed at how gentle Jason seems to be with the random dude, Tim barely remembers to move after them when they leave again on the motorcycle.

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Tim could hear the yelled question from outside.

“THAT CLOWN I PUNCHED WAS THE JOKER?!”

That sentence leaves Tim with so many questions.

Not only has Jason’s friend— date? — interacted with the Joker. But he has also punched him, and all that without even knowing that it was, in fact, the Joker.

Watching as the guy put his head on the table in embarrassment, even making Jason concerned for the guy, Tim can only think that damn, Jason really knows how to pick them, huh.

Tim decides to leave them alone. It seems likely that Jason and his mystery boo had something to do with the Joker still not having made an appearance, but he’ll interrogate Jason about it later. He’d rather not be found out and killed for stalking Jason on his date, thank you very much.

While he’s moving further away from them, his coms crack to life with B’s voice.

“Everyone. Meeting at the clock tower in 10. Don’t be late.”

Tim swallows as he changes course to head to the clock tower.

Now, how to keep everyone off Jason’s back so he doesn’t commit familicide?...

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Once everyone minus Jason was at the clock tower, they got the debrief.

The Joker had escaped Arkham two days ago, and no one has heard anything from him since. Not only that, but they didn’t even know he was gone until a day later.

It was an all-hands-on-deck situation, even Dick came from Bludhaven to help out on the search.

After the debrief is done and they’re about to start the search, B suddenly speaks up again.

“Where’s Red Hood?”

His response is silence as no one speaks up, just awkwardly glancing around. Dick almost started whistling but got elbowed in the gut by Damian. Steph, does, start whistling quietly.

B wasn’t deterred, however. With a sigh, he talks into the coms.

“Oracle—”

“Already on it. I’m currently trying to trace the tracker in his helmet and remotely turn on the cam and audio footage.”

There’s a pause in her speech.

“It looks like there’s some strange interference. The cam footage is being corrupted, and so the is audio.”

B’s expression stays stoic as always.

“The tracker?”

“Glitching. It almost looks like it’s teleporting around the map. It won’t give me one specific location and even disappears entirely every few seconds.”

B lets out a grunt before Babs continues.

“Though it looks like the places the tracker appears are all quite close to each other, so I might be able to interpolate the coordinates of the teleporting tracker and determine a general area for his location.”

“You know,” Tim speaks up foolishly, “in my personal opinion, I don’t think it’s anything to worry about. We should probably just leave him alone for the night“

Tim sweats as he can feel B’s gaze on him as he replies to Oracle. “Keep us updated”

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They had split up and searched for two hours so far, stopping some minor crime on the way, but they hadn’t been able to find any clue as to where the Joker might be.

Oracle has managed to find the moment of his escape on the cameras, but after a while the files start to glitch and the rest of them are completely missing. Someone wiped the files.

They decided to regroup at the clock tower to discuss some more strategies.

“Oracle, report on Red Hood’s location.”

“I tried to get the general location of the tracker and I traced it all the way back to a restaurant, but I’m almost certain it just started moving. I’m currently tracing its path to try and extrapolate the new location.”

“Good. Keep us updated.”

Tim tries to speak up when Oracle starts talking again.

“Oracle here. I think the tracker is moving towards… the Gotham Observatory?”

“What the hell is Jason doing at the observatory?” Duke wonders.

Going on a date with a mysterious twink who’s definitely not a native Gothamite and seems to randomly punch clowns?

At first, Tim couldn’t believe Jason going on a date with someone seemingly so oblivious/naïve.

But when he puts it like that… yeah, ‘mysterious twink that punches the Joker without knowing it’ sounds like it would be Jason’s type…

“No real names.” Is B’s response, evoking some eye-rolls.

“Nightwing, go check on Red Hood at the observatory. Observation only, but step in if necessary. Report back”

B probably sent Nightwing cause he’s the least likely to get maimed by a pissed-off Red Hood.

Before Dick is able to take off, Tim nervously speaks up “You know guys, I think we should just leave him be for tonight and focus on finding the Joker”

The silence on the roof and across the coms speaks volumes.

B is the first one to speak up.

“Why are you covering for him?”

“I’m not covering for him!” is Tim’s immediate response.

He is, but if he revealed anything he has found out, Jason would murder him when (not if) he finds out.

B raises an eyebrow at him.

“Ohhh, Timbo’s been keeping secrets~— Ow!” Steph is heard saying, before being elbowed by Cass.

The others stay silent as they watch the exchange.

Damnit, why did Alfred have to teach B that eyebrow raise?

Tim caves.

“Alright, I am covering for him. But I can’t tell you what for. He’ll kill me”

Damian scoffs “Todd probably bribed Drake to keep his mouth shut. Don’t worry, I can make him talk”

Damian tries to step forward, katana raised, but gets held back by the scruff of his Robin costume by Dick.

“Richard, let me go!—”

“Nope, Little D. Let’s not commit fratricide today”

B doesn’t pay them any mind.

“Red Robin, if you have information on Red Hood and the Joker—“

“It has nothing to do with the Joker, I swear!” Tim tries. “Jason is just… having a relaxation day! He’s taking a uh, small break.”

Well, it probably has something to do with the Joker, but Tim has plausible deniability.

“So we shouldn’t bother him today, uh, at all. He really needs this, uh, self-care day. I mean have you seen the amount of grey hairs he’s been getting from the stress lately?”

The sound of Damian’s struggling against Dick’s hold is the only thing he hears.

B is just silently glaring at him.

“He’s on a date!” Tim bursts out.

…

Fuck.

The only sounds that break the silence are the small ‘oompf’ from Damian as he is dropped by Dick and Dick’s excited squeak of “Little Wing is on a date?!”

Uh oh.

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Somewhere far away, in another realm, a manic cackle echoes across an expanse of green.

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Taglist (for now, I’ll probably stop if I cant keep up):

@i-always-say-yea   @uraniumwizard    @why-must-i-be-like-this   @griffinthing

#sorry for the long wait #hopefully ill be able to post more soon #also #plot... :) #it's probably really easy to guess lol #also tim might usually be good at keeping secrets #he was taken very off guard by jason and his mystery date #def not at the top of his game #that coupled with the bat stare #he couldnt not share his findings #he's just gonna update his will real quick #and haha 'mystery *boo*' #ba dum tiss #okay ill stop #dp x dc #dp x dc fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship

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Ride 727: The training camp's first battle!!

Pag 1

1: Oh, Touji-kun

Thank you so much for this year, too

2: Everyone else has already started running

Yeah, I was a little late with preparations

You have some lively first years

Thanks

3: It's the third time you stay here, so you can just park wherever

Thank you so much

4: It started already?

The “training camp”

5: It has already started

Pag 2

1: The first battle that will decide the Inter High's positions

3: The first “buddies battle”!!

Pag 3

1: E.... everyone has to pair up... choose their “buddy” and run, that's the rule of this training camp...

Huh.... Murakami.... your....

2: “Buddy”....

7: Is the second year Kaburagi-san!?

Pag 4

1: But... wait, our partner... shouldn't it be.... a fellow first year... huh!?

2: Can he do this!?

4: After all, before the start, Naruko-san only said.... “choose a partner among these people”!!

5: But the idea of choosing a second year senpai....

He played that card?

6: I didn't have good results in the first years' race

7: During the first years' race, at first, when Kinaka said we should accelerate

Pag 5

1: A small fry just fell, should we accelerate a little, Murakami-kun?

He's a nice guy. I think this pace is fine

I stopped Kinaka from accelerating and shaking off Rokudai

2: Now I regret being “nice”!!

5: After that Rokudai followed us on the mountain and the was at the top on the climb!! And even though he retired after that

6: He joined as a member in the qualifiers and his results were recognized!!

Seeing all that, I

Pag 6

1: I swore I would never show mercy to anyone!!

2: He opened them!!

Murakami's eyes!!

3: Let's go , Kaburagi-san

Let's quickly get rid of those who get in our way!!

But wait, why did Kaburagi-san pair up with Murakami

4: Uh... Murakami, you said “those who get in our way”....

No but Kaburagi-san is so fast!!

Pag 7

1: He got ahead of the line in a second!! And Murakami followed him!!

3: Please accelerate!!

4: Wait, Murakami! Oi, stop! That guy participated in the Inter High last year when he was a first year....

And he competed for the sprint line on the first and third day, too....

No, wait-

If you accelerate now, we....

Pag 8

1: Houru-

Pag 9

1: aaaaaaaagh

2: This is bad, waaaa

Follow them!! We have to follow them

Don't get left behind!!

Pag 10

1: Don't get lef.... ugh- waaaaa

So fast!! Dammit!!

3: Amazing!! So this is Kaburagi-san's acceleration!!

The legs that during the Inter High fought on par against Hakogaku!!

4: If I didn't know the timing and didn't bring myself as close to him as possible to cut the wind resistance, I would have been left behind too!!

5: But other than me, the other first years

Pag 11

2: Yes, we got rid of them!!

3: Haha.... hahaha!! I'll go to the Inter High!! That's why I joined Sohoku!!

4: Next, the second years... and then the third years!!

Pag 12

1: Straight road!!

2: Kinaka and Rokudai!!

They sticked close to us on the opposite side!!

Pag 13

1: You're keeping up, Rokudai!!

Somehow.... yeah, teh!!

2: You two again, dammit!!

They're entering the climb, teh!!

Pag 14

4: What a relief... they're not attacking on the climb for now....!!

Yeah

It's tough to keep up with that pace

5: But they'll attack at some point, so don't relax your attention, Rokudai

Yeah, teh

6: I'll keep an eye on Murakami's movement, if he starts moving I'll give you a signal!!

I'll leave it to you, teh!!

8: But Murakami's facial expression is difficult to read!!

Pag 15

1: First lap, clear!!

2:  1)Kaburagi; 2)  Murakami; 3) Kinaka; 4) Rokudai

3: Kaburagi, Murakami, me, and Rokudai!!

We cleared it almost at the same time!!

4: Suddenly.... the first lap was so hard? Kinaka-kun

5: Ah... well!! It's probably gonna get harder from here on

Look, behind us, there are no

6: first years following!!

Pag 17

1: Dammit!!

Wa-

2: Kinaka-kun is a road racer, so of course he turns around to check behind at key points!!

And since Rokudai clings to him, he looked behind too!!

3: That was our sign to accelerate, Kinaka!!

I told you I would show no mercy!!

4: Let's keep going like this, Kaburagi-san!!

Pag 18

1: We left them behind!!

Murakamii!!

2: Hahaha.... like this, I'll be the top among the first years....!!

3: Hahaha the top!!

4: Danchiku....

6: This is bad!!

Pag 19

1: It's- it's okay, Kaburagi-san! Danchiku-san said he'd just be a little late and come with Kanzaki-san's car, didn't he?

2: Yeah.... you think he will really come, Murakami?

3: He will definitely come!!

Yes!! And he'll be as healthy as ever!!

4: I believe so!!

5: Yeah!! You're right

You're a nice guy, Murakami

6: Ah but we promised I'll be your temporary buddy until Danchiku-san comes

Honestly, I'll be sad when he comes!! I really want to run all 1000km with Kaburagi-san!!

Pag 20

1: Just until Danchiku-san comes, is that okay, please

Hm... well anyone will do, if it's not Danchiku..

2: Until then, thank you!!

What do we do next?

Let's keep going atthis pace, please!!

5: Ah?

6: Danchiku-san?

7: No.... he won't come, right?

Even I can see that his condition is bad

Pag 21

1: He has a serious innjury or some other problem, right!?

2: He won't come, that guy!!

3: You and me will keep running like this until the end, Kaburagi-san!!

Pag 22

1: Can you see it, Danchiku?

2: Those guys are struggling to understand the course

3: … yes!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal manga #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal translations #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 727 #excuse me i just decided that the thing i hate the most in the world is seeing kaburagi sad #that goes against every law of this world okay #it's not /right/ #kaburagi issa is not supposed to be sad and depressed and that's a FACT #(i know we already saw him sad when aoyagi left but it wasnt LIKE THIS it wasnt so bad) #everything in the world should function in a way that makes sure that kaburagi issa can always be his stupid happy self okay #i dont make the rules its just how things are #also this murakami guy just climbed at the top of people i cant stand #how dares he #no one is allowed to use issa like that #hes too stupid to understand and defend himself #its a coward move #just let him be with his bff!! He needs danchiku!!! #no but- #im starting to think danchiku really wont make it to the ih #and it will serve as a way to make kabu grow up and become more independent #bc hes too used to depend on someone - danchioku at first then during last ih when he didnt have danchiku and grew attached to aoyagi #hes not used to do things on his own #and he needs to learn to do it #BUT STILL #this is so cruel ;A;

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Battle on the Sugoroku Board - The Die Has Been Cast 6

(Location: “Battle on the Sugoroku Board” program set)

Rinne: Gyahahahahaha♪ Get outta my way, I’m heading through! The troublemaker of the idol industry, Rinne Amagi is passing through~!

Anyone who’s got a problem with that, show yourselves to me! I have no intention of losing by leaving things up to chance!

Stop hiding and come on out! It’s much more fun to try your luck with dice than to stay hidden♪

Yuuta: (Uwah, he’s too easy to understand.

He said rinne-senpai would be a good bullet shield, but I don’t think there’s many people who’d want to fight if he’s that brazen about it.

Since Rinne-senpai has a strong reputation for gambling, maybe people think he’s lucky?

There’s rumors that if he rolls the dice, he’ll definitely get a good result—

Honestly, though, that’s impossible.

In reality, at Starmony Dorms he often says “I lost big time~!” and asks for food from those around him.

A person who makes gambler-like bets, with big stakes and big results.

It’s just the worst…… I absolutely don’t want to become like that.

…… And while I was thinking about that, he already ran so far away!

Now that he’s standing out like that, I have to follow behind.)

Rinne: ………

Yuuta: (Huh, he suddenly stopped?)

Rinne: I know you’re there, Yuta. It’s pretty obvious that you’re following me♪

Yuuta: Eh, when did you notice……!?

Rinne: Unfortunately for you, I have a good sense of intuition.

I lived in the countryside for a long time, so it’s like second nature to me. In a less populated place like this, you can hear everyone’s footsteps, y’know?

If you’re gonna follow me, you’re gonna have to stick with me. That would be more interesting♪

Yuuta: …… Don’t wanna.

Or rather, Rinne-senpai. Let me ask you, why are you walking around like you’re purposely trying to tell me where you are?

If you do that, you won’t be able to win the game

Rinne: Winning the game, huh~? No, that’s just a bonus, right?

The key to success on a variety show is how interesting the footage is. Am I wrong?

Yuuta: …… Well, that is true, but…

Even if we lose the game, as long as we win overall, that’s fine. That kind of behavior is possible since 2wink’s done the same thing.

But that’s also behavior that gets criticized.

If you just want to make a living in the entertainment world, then maybe you should just play the role of a clown and keep your head down.

But, I’ve decided not to do too much of that kind of thing.

Rinne: Hmm……

You know what kind of life you’ll choose, Yuta.

That kind of idea isn’t bad either. So this time I’ll respect your ideas and fight a little more seriously♪

Yuuta: No, I don’t really care about that kind of thing. I’ll just do things my way.

By the way, there’s a building over there. And there’s someone there who isn’t an idol—

Are they maybe a cast member participating in “Battle on the Sugoroku Board?”

Rinne: Looks like it. It looks like a store with mysterious products lined up.

I don’t have a single bit of gold, but should we go? Even if it doesn’t help, it’ll still be good info to bring back to Hebi-chan.

Yuuta: Surely, if they sell support items, it’ll probably make the fight easier.

Let’s check it out for a moment. I don’t want to go all the way over there together, but it’s not a big enough deal that we have to split up.

Rinne: Gyahaha. Don’t be shy, Yuta~♪

Yuuta: I’m not being shy!

Shopkeeper: Welcome. Would you like to buy something?

Yuuta: Hmmhmm. “Reroll Card” is sold for 100G.

The “Substitute Doll”(1) that’s valid if you lose once costs 300G…… There’s quite a few support items.

Rinne: Check it out. In addition to game items, there’s also snacks and vending machines. It really feels like a store.

Yuuta: …… Don’t stick your hand under the vending machine while saying that kind of stuff. 

Rinne: I’ve heard that places like this are known for having coins just lying around.

We’re broke. If I just had some coins, we could buy all sorts of things—

Oh– there it is! A coin with 100G written on it!

Yuuta: That’s……

Well, should we buy a “Reroll Card” then? It’s not very strong, but it’d be good insurance if we had one—

Rinne: Puhaah, that soda really hit the spot~♪

Yuuta: What are you doin?! You did not just buy juice with the money you picked up, did you!?

Rinne: My bad, my bad, are you thirsty? If you don’t mind sharing a drink with me, take it!

Yuuta: That’s not what I meant! You aren’t planning ahead at all!

Ahh, that precious 100G was used for juice……

I seriously don’t get it! Why would you do something so selfish, you idiot!

Rinne:  So, so shallow, Yuta! Don’t you know they say “you can’t fight on an empty stomach”?

Recording is a long process, so picking up supplies at the store will give you an advantage in the second half. —It makes sense♪

Yuuta: Why are you talking like a strategist!? Because you just ignored the strategy!?

Aaah, I guess I’m back to being broke again. Even though I’m at the store~……

Shopkeeper: If you really want money, why don’t you ask to run an errand for me?

Yuuta: Eh?

Shopkeeper: The reward is 300G. I’d like you to deliver the products from that building over there to my house.

Yuuta: Let’s go let’s go! With 300G, we can buy a “Substitute Doll” and the vice prez’s strategy’ll go well……!

“We’ll” prove to you that we’re not as weak as we used to be. On behalf of Aniki.

TL Notes:

This is a Pokémon reference. There's a reoccurring item called the substitute doll, summoned when a pokémon uses the move substitute.

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Ikemen Villains Prologue: Chapter 6

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Victor: From this moment on, you are officially a “fairytale writer”, a position exclusive to “Crown”.

Kate: A fairytale writer…

Tall Young Man: … What is that?

Victor: It’s a position I just created. I’ve always wanted to have your spectacularly wicked deeds written down in a record.

Victor: Kate will live in the castle from now onwards and work alongside the members of “Crown”.

Victor: The members of “Crown” will also keep an eye on her, to make sure she doesn't reveal any secrets.

Victor: During this time, Kate will write down your evil deeds. Just like she’s writing a fairytale.

Victor: It will become a very valuable resource for the research being conducted on “curses”, and function as an activity report of “Crown” to Her Majesty the Queen.

Aloof Man: … You just want someone else to do the report writing because you can’t be bothered to do it yourself.

Victor: I think it’s a wonderful idea! If you decide that you want to take on the role, I can give you a tour around this castle.

Kate: H-Hold on!

(I guess it’s safe to assume that I’ve escaped death this time, but this is still a very important decision to make!)

Kate: One month. — For one month, if I fulfil my role as a “fairytale writer” and keep your secret…

Kate: Will you set me free?

Victor: …

William: Fufu… seeing you get taken aback is a rare occurrence, Victor.

William: Alright, Kate. As per your wish, I’ll trust you and set you free after your one month term.

William: I will arrange for your workplace to receive a letter from Her Majesty saying that you will be working for the royal court for a month.

William: This is fine, right? Victor.

Victor: … Yes, of course, Will.

(... Good. Most importantly… my head is still connected to my neck…)

(Just for one month… if I keep their secret, I can return to my normal daily life.)

(I also have to write down the sins of these people.)

William: It’ll be inconvenient if you don’t know our names. All of you, introduce yourselves.

Cat-Like Man: Okie dokie! I’ll go first!

(... Huh?)

I suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu when I saw the way he came forward.

Kate: I think I’ve seen you before… oh!

(This man was at the play I went to last month… he’s a stage actor!)

Liam: You already know me? That’s great. I’m a stage actor on the surface, and a member of Crown behind the scenes. My name is Liam Evans.

Liam: Let’s get along well from now on, cutie Kate-chan.

Liam gave me a starry eyed look and a wink as he kissed the back of my hand.

My heart, that was once filled with fear and anxiety, gradually relaxed.

(I thought all the members of Crown were aristocrats, but it looks like I was mistaken.)

Kate: It’s nice to meet you, Liam-san.

ℹ️ as usual, i'll be dropping all the -chan and -san for simplicity's sake. i only used them for this two lines to show that mc was being formal towards liam before he told her to be more casual.

Liam: Just “Liam” will do. No need for honorifics, okay? And also, this is my buddy Harry—

Harrison: More like his partner-in-crime. … I’m Harrison Gray. Feel free to call me Harry, if you'd like.

Kate: Nice to meet you too, Harrison.

Harrison: I have a curse of a lying fox. … Now, is that the truth or a lie?

Harrison wore a thin smile, his milk tea coloured hair swayed softly, and I caught a waft of a minty smell.

Kate: … I’m guessing it's the truth?

Harrison: Hmm, you think so?

If we were at the corner of a street right now, countless ladies would be squealing because of his flirtatious glance.

Harrison: You’ll find the answer to that on your own. You have a whole month.

(... This man is rather hard to figure out. I can’t tell what he’s feeling at all.)

(But one thing's for certain is that he’s very well-liked.)

Alfons: Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Alfons Sylvatica.

Alfons: I’m looking forward to playing with a sweet little robin like you for the next one month.

(Huh? Did he just say he’s going to play “with” me…?)

Alfons: This is Earl Elbert Greetia. You can consider me to be his friend and close aide.

Elbert: … Elbert. … Nice to meet you.

Kate: My pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sir Elbert and Alfons.

Elbert: … Al, is this lady beautiful?

(Huh!?)

Alfons: Not as beautiful as you.

Man Carrying a Shotgun: Hey, hey. Mind your words in front of a lady, don't be rude.

(It’s not completely false, though. I doubt there are many people who can hold a candle to Elbert’s beauty.)

Roger: I’m Roger. I used to be a doctor. I’m glad we have some time to get to know each other, young lady.

As I reflexively braced myself to see an intimidating smile, Roger raised his eyebrows in amusement.

Roger: We’ll be spending a month together. Let’s get along… yeah?

Kate: … Yeah.

(There’s still some people I don't know the name of…)

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil prologue

[hiddenbysuccubi]

Chapter 6 excerpt: the dance. Changed to 'you' format.

Everyone pitched in to set up and decorate camp for their gathering. A night of music, magic, drink, even debauchery. There were some who insisted on being moody, like Wyll and one of the Tieflings; Ikaron. No matter. You were going to enjoy yourself. You'd even borrowed a modest dress for the occasion from Bex, and were quickly downing a pint of ale as you watched and cheered on Rolan’s magic display. You hadn’t been to a party in… you couldn't remember how long. Damn. You'd been so young the last time, comparatively.

Refilling your mug you started on your second drink as you wandered around. Everyone was there, there were even children running around and playing games in the sand. Scratch, who you'd rescued just earlier, barked happily and wagged his tail as he jumped around the children. It was good that the Owlbear cub hadn’t joined your camp yet, the poor thing would be overwhelmed and run away. Then there was Halsin regaling Shadowheart with old stories while Lae’zel and Karlach compared battle techniques. You smiled, watching them all. Happy, too, to find that Gale was also occupied, entranced in a lyre performance given by Alfira. Volo was with them as well. And Astarion…. Astarion was on his own, getting drunk.

A little tipsy and fueled by alcohol, you decided to sidle up to the broody vampire. “So,” you drawl, “are you tired of being venerated yet?”

Astarian side-eyes you without lowering the bottle he has to his lips. “Yes.” he says as he finishes drinking. “It’s oh thank you Astarion for saving me, I’ll name my baby after you . How good and heroic you are- I can’t stand it! And you, you just keep offering to help! And I’m going along with it because!” at this he throws his hands up. “Because I don’t know why!” anymore, he laughs in a not so hinged way. Wobbling while setting down his bottle of Esmeltar Red, which immediately falls over onto the ground. Ignoring it in favor of wrapping his fingers around your wrist, Astarion leans in close, his gaze darkening. “I’ve had enough of being good, lover. Let’s get out of here~”

You can smell the wine on his breath, pulling yourself away with a cautious giggle. “Having fun?” you ask, nervous all of a sudden.

“I am, surprisingly.” Astarion answers. No deceit in his words. “It’s easy to. When I’m with you.”

“Uh." you squeaked, "huh.” fully turning the color of a ripe plum. “I’ve got to go check on… something.” you lie.

Astarion can hear the lie clear as day but he lets you go. Only stopping you to question, his tone betraying his vulnerability and hope, that “you will come to my bed.”

You nod before bolting. You figure you just need a moment to cool down by the waterfront, away from the crowd. Maybe you're not wrong that Astarion is warming up to you, but you can't afford to be fooled. This was still a man who would throw you to the wolves if it came down to it. This was still an Astarion who was sleeping with you, guarding your health, just to ensure his own skin would be protected. He used you to make you want to save him first, look out for him first. A ploy. An effective one, you could admit to yourself. Knowing that he needn't have bothered. You had just gotten too comfortable in this world, high on having successfully completed the game's first big quest. That was all.

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You didn’t know how the lute had wound up in your hands. Finding yourself by the fire again, a small crowd amassing out of innate curiosity. Even Wyll had come closer to see what would happen. Suddenly not feeling the liquid courage which prodded you out, you swallowed hard as Alfira gave a confident nod in your direction, Karlach whooping. “Go on then, play it!”

You looked over and caught Astarion watching you. Could feel his suspicious yet amused gaze, hotter than the flames.

You stared right back, not breaking eye contact as you opened your mouth and began to strum. “Blood of my blood, dripping with love. I bring you a thing (that) you need most,” your voice gradually growing stronger, no longer wavering. Moving away from a head voice to your full bellied and more confident countertenor. You squint but can't tell if Astarion’s facial muscles are twitching at your words or if it's your imagination, so you close your eyes, focusing on the sway of the music and the anti gravity lightness fueled by the alcohol in your system. At some point, Alfira had begun to accompany your lute with a steady tapping on a nearby drum.

"You know I live to keep you safe, no better way that I can see, to, spend all the time while you're asleep." you implore Astarion to understand, with your words. "You know I live to be seen through.” Some of your audience begins to pair off, dancing slowly together. You note them and smile, before finding your way towards the elf. “I wanna be here and nowhere else. Rationing off bits of myself, so I can crumble at your side….”

“Lover, ah. Dear.” Astarion hisses awkwardly through his teeth. Keenly aware of every pair of eyes on them. “What are you doing?”

You roll your eyes at his drunken embarrassment, pushing your words mentally though the link you both share. 'They already know about us. I promise we’ll sneak away after, just dance with me?'

“Yes, yes,” he grits out, taking your elbow with one hand and twirling you with his other hand on your back, guiding you as your own hands are occupied with playing the lute. 'I’m going to fucking kill you.' he answers. At least you have a sense to look remorseful, he commiserates to himself as you continue playing and singing. As he holds your eyes, allowing you both to become lost in the moment. Far be it for him to stop a Bard from fucking Performing.

You barely hesitate before singing on, “Here is a heart, here is a heart. I made it for you so take it,” you croon, heartfelt, as you dance gracefully around each other. Your own steps obvious and unrehearsed, Astarion's effortlessly showing in his footwork that he had once been a noble. One who had danced at many balls, possessing a childhood of etiquette training. “Battered and braised, grilled and sautéed, just how you like it.” you breathe, ending the song "...like it". Bending at your waist in a small bow as the echo of the music drifted off. Unexpectedly, Astarion reciprocates. Dropping low into a sweeping bow himself, he takes your right hand from where it rests on the lute’s strings and presses a soft kiss to the back of it. Followed by turning your hand over to place another, more delicate, kiss to the inside of your wrist.

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♱Heavenly Feast♱

𓆩Chapter 6 - The devil reborn𓆪

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CW: Explict non-con, implied child abuse, strangulation with a belt, victim blaming, immortal whumpee and whumper, murderer and somewhat defiant whumpee, creepy cannibal whumper, weird incestuous vibes on this one (whumpee looks like whumper's father and non-con still happens. Make with that what you will.)

The screams of terror and pain that echoed from the laptop brought Benjamin indescribable pleasure. He touched himself as the scene unveiled in front of him, as the knife stabbed through her chest. Oh, if people knew what the perfect, sweet Benjamin fantasized constantly about. How he wished he was the one holding the knife. But no one needed to know as long as he kept it to himself. As long as he didn’t kill anyone, no one would know.

He leaned his head back as he came, and that was when he saw. His father stood behind him with a horrified expression on his face, staring at the screen. Benjamin tried to stay calm as he paused the video and tucked his dick in.

“Dad, I didn’t know you would be back so soon.”

“I should have let her kill you,” he mumbled, “no, I should have killed you myself long ago.”

Benjamin knew at that moment — tears and pleading wouldn’t save him from his fury like the other times.

…𓆩♱𓆪…

Kieran tapped his foot, chewing on his nail. He stared at Benjamin lying before him naked, with no trace of what happened the night before, and his ankle shackled once more. Kieran, however, was stuck in it. Sitting on the chair, waiting for Benjamin to wake up, he couldn’t stop replaying it in his mind. He couldn’t believe he had never noticed how similar they were. Why were they so similar? How? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t convince himself all those things were coincidences.

Benjamin’s whimpers echoed in the silent basement, pulling Kieran out of his thoughts. Tears fell from his eyes as he clenched his fists in his sleep. And butterflies fluttered in Kieran’s stomach even what happened. He slowly woke up, distraught, and sat up. He wiped his tears and looked at himself and around the room.

“You didn’t waste time, huh? Back to square one.” He pouted and smiled.

The angelic voice and cute attitude were laced with malice and mockery. Kieran stared at Benjamin at a loss for words as he stood up and took a step toward him.

“Don’t come any closer,” he growled.

“Why?” Benjamin tilted his head. “Aww, are you hurt? Or are you disgusted?”

Kieran gritted his teeth.

“Oh, it’s both, isn’t it? And you’re also disappointed I’m not as sweet and innocent as you thought, I bet. Aww, poor, poor Kieran. You must be so heartbroken.”

“Benjamin shut the fuck up. God, just shut up.”

Benjamin walked closer with a soft smile on his face. Kieran tensed up the closer he got, his throat closing up. He shouldn’t be the one disturbed, but the parallels to that man were like chains binding him. Benjamin lowered to his eye level and cupped his cheeks.

“You’re awfully honest and easy to read. It’s rather endearing.” His chuckle ached in Kieran’s bones.

Benjamin sat in his lap. He held onto his arms to push him away, but he couldn’t. His smile mocked him; anger and disgust boiled inside of him.

“You should have told me you’re immortal too, you know? I would be willing to play my part a bit longer if I knew.”

Kieran grabbed his chin, digging his nails into his cheeks.

“Is this amusing to you, you bastard?”

“I don’t understand why you’re so mad.” Benjamin tilted his head. “You said it yourself you wanted to hurt me, but suddenly I’m in the wrong for hurting you back?”

“I wouldn’t do anything to you if you hadn’t kissed me! I was doing a good job of controlling myself. You decided to kiss me even after I warned you.”

Benjamin stayed silent for a second, before sighing.

“... God, you’re pathetic.” He laughed, shaking his head.

Pathetic. That demon’s voice mixed with Benjamin’s. Pathetic, eh? The anger inside of him boiled over, and he hit him hard, throwing him on the floor. Before he could spew any more bullshit, he kicked him in the gut.

“Hadn’t I told you to shut the fuck up, eh?” He kicked him again and again. “Pathetic? Have you forgotten you’re the one in chains this time? Are you stupid or just cocky?”

He kicked him until he was reduced to a groaning, shaking mess on the floor. It didn’t take long. Kieran was the pathetic one when he was the one with such a low pain threshold? Hilarious. He crouched and grabbed his hair, watching the tears fall from his eyes. Wasn’t that what he wanted? Taunting him like that, pushing him like that. Those tears were genuine tears of pain. Kieran realized how fake the other ones were, as these made him squirm with desire in a way the others never could.

Even as their faces blended, he wanted it. No, even more. Benjamin glared at him through the pain. He hated that look. Benjamin still thought he had enough control to be angry at him when he should be crying and begging for forgiveness. But he would soon. Was there any reason to hold back anymore? Didn’t he want him to stop being pathetic, to be ‘strong’ like him? If he wanted Kieran to be wicked, so be it. If he sent a demon that looked like him to punish him for being ‘weak’, then he should watch from Hell what his pathetic child does to his mirror image. He dropped him on the floor and towered over him. Benjamin’s eyes widened when Kieran took his belt off.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m finishing what we started yesterday.”

He struggled, trying to push and kick Kieran away as he buckled the belt around his neck. His face contorted delightfully when Kieran tugged it, strangling him.

“Don’t fight, Benji. It will only make everything worse.”

Benjamin tried to pull the belt off in desperation. As satisfying as it was to see him losing his composure, those struggles were a hassle. Kieran rolled his eyes and punched him hard in the stomach. He stopped struggling, hugging his stomach and gasping for air. His pain satisfied Kieran like no other. He sucked his fingers, spread his legs and shoved it in without a warning. Benjamin cried out, kicking and pushing more.

“Oh, come on. I’m trying to make this better for you too, you know? Would you rather I do it raw?”

“S-Stop,” he croaked as he was choked, gripping Kieran’s clothes, “please, stop!”

Kieran laughed. His pleas only made him want to ruin him more. He moved his fingers, delighted to hear him break into sobs. When he deemed it was enough, he pulled them out and lowered his pants. Benjamin shook his head desperately, putting a grin on Kieran’s face.

“How about that, Benji: you apologize to me for what you did and kiss me nicely, and I might go easy on you.”

He sniffled, considering his options. But it was clear by the look in his eyes that he wouldn’t hurt his pride by apologizing.

“Fuck off…” He said in a final act of defiance.

“Your choice.” Kieran shrugged.

He thrust in hard, getting a choked-out scream out of Benjamin. He cried and moaned as Kieran fucked him without care, intending to hurt him as much as he could. His helplessness as he was choked and raped was much, much better than he imagined. He wished he could capture the moment he slowly gave up fighting, crying silently and beautifully. Kieran savoured the sight as he came. He panted, looking into his vacant eyes.

He felt nothing but satisfaction. Not an ounce of guilt. It was what he deserved — what his mirror image deserved. A younger version of him, a weaker version that was delicately beautiful and easy to abuse, a… He had an epiphany.

That man was indeed a demon in human form, as his mother preached. A demon that cursed him and tormented him and several people. She was right. And the demon crawled out from Hell into another human form, into this weak beauty. They acted the same and looked the same because they were the same. The same soul, the same demon.

It all made sense looking at that angle. All the evidence pointed to it. All those coincidences. Kieran laughed, seeing how pitiful and broken he looked.

It wasn’t a punishment. No, no, Kieran looked at it all wrong. It was an opportunity. He crawled out of Hell into such a weak form, and Kieran could give him the punishment he deserved. He would bring Hell to him. Kieran lowered himself to whisper in his ear.

“Know that you brought this on yourself. It’s what you deserve.”

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[impish-crow]

[TRANSLATION] DIG-ROCK HOUND ROAR vol. 1 - Track 06

Track 6: Until now and in the future

Kasuga: Yes, as you've seen, HOUND ROAR is still up and down, but each member's stance towards the band is gradually becoming clearer. Thanks to that, there haven't been any sudden disbandment?! or late-night fights?! … It seems like nothing of the sort has happened, and as a manager, I'm relieved for now. It seems that hard work pays off~ Dealing with the police, handling aftermath, changing Shion's house keys, and somehow managing both sides' schedules… Well, it's a routine, but I do it well every time~ Anyway, believing in HOUND ROAR's music and potential, I reluctantly put in a lot of effort and will continue to do so in the future. Leaving that aside, regarding Shion's situation, it might have sounded like I smoothly resolved everything, but that's not the case~ Even though the order got a bit mixed up, let me supplement that part while conveying the flow leading to the successful release of the new song~ However, the details and everything else will remain a secret from now on~ If my revealed secrets get exposed, I'll get scolded by everyone. Please understand and keep it confidential~

Kasuga: Hey~ Shoma… Shoma: …What? Kasuga: How long do you plan to hide in a place like this? Shoma: W-Well, Haru-chan said it was okay for me to go! Kasuga: No, that's not… Huh? This is… Shion wasn't deluShional. Shoma: …! Kasuga: Ah, this guy… Shoma! (run forward)

Shoma:Um… Excuse me! Megane- I mean Shion, you areShion's mom, right?! I'm Endo Shoma! I play guitar in HOUND ROAR! Since I'm in the same band as Shion… So… I… He's okay in many ways! Can you please just let him be…? But, his piano skills… it’s incredibly amazing! I may not know much about classical music, but in a band, finding someone who can play such fantastic keys is truly exceptional! He's definitely talented!! As for HOUND ROAR, it feels like we are going to do something really big! Regarding his health, we'll make sure not to push him too hard…! So… Please let us take care of him!!! Kasuga: Ohhh… What a great speech… I should have recorded it. (Approach) Kasuga: Oh, hello~ I'm Kasuga from Renown Stage. Actually, I have some important things to discuss… Could you spare some time?

Shoma: Ah, seriously, how much longer do we have to wait? Even if we play the full new song, it won't take much time to edit. Sogo: The broadcast probably has a lot of participants. There might be various reasons. Hibiki: More than that, why does it always get scheduled on RUBI Radio broadcast days? If this continues, it seems like there's only malicious intent towards me and RUBIA Leopard.. Toya: I didn't decide on that. If you have complaints, talk to Haru-chan. Shoma: Even if we say something, it'll just be ignored. Hibiki: (Sigh) Should I go home quietly? Sogo: Wait, wait. Hibiki: Well, there's something I'd like to ask. Shion. Shion: Huh? Me? Hibiki: Can I try curling the tips of your hair near your face with a curling iron? Shion: Huh? Hibiki: Is it okay? Shion doesn't seem to insist on a particular hairstyle. Shoma: Why did the conversation about RUBIA Leoapard suddenly turn into a discusShion about hair? Hibiki: I have nothing to do, and I'm starting to feel like going home. Toya: Shion, let him touch your him. If he going home, things will get complicated.

Hibiki: Why is Toya giving orders? I'm asking Shion for a favor. Shion: It's fine; do as you please, fool. Hibiki: … Thanks. Shoma: …Hey, what's that? Hibiki: The curling iron. Shoma: Why are you carrying it around? Hibiki: It's small, rechargeable, and lightweight. Endo, do you want to try? Shoma: No, I don't want to use it. But weren't you working as a hairdresser because you liked it? Hibiki: Not at all. I just thought I wouldn't go hungry if I had a job. Sogo: What a realist~ Shoma: Weirdo. Hibiki: Shion, sit here. Shion: (sigh) Hibiki: I've been thinking… Shion, you have nice hair. Shion: I didn't do anything special. Hibiki: Maybe a little braiding at the ends like Masiro from RUBIA Leoaprd would suit you. Shion: Stop doing useless things. Hibiki: Not today. Yeah. Okay, looks good. Sogo: Hee~ Even with a little touch, it changes quite refreshingly. Shoma: Kouno, help me dye my bridge next time. Hibiki: Sure thing. Shion, your complexion looks good today. Shoma: It turns light blue before the live broadcast, right? Shion: Shut up. If I go out, I can do whatever I want. Toya: Don't mess up during the live broadcast. We rejected offers for streaming and lip-sync. Shion: It's okay. It’s more manageable than doing an air piano, I guess. Shoma: It feels like I'm hearing some nonsense. Sogo: There are various artists, so it might be a safe option. Toya: Estimating skills low is a bonus. It makes exceeding expectations easy, and the evaluations go up for sure. Kasuga: Everyone, get ready. Are you all prepared? Toya: Of course. Shoma: Is it finally time? Hibiki: Haah… Let's finish quickly and go. Sogo: That sounds good. Shion: Um, Toya-san. I apologize for various things this time. I promise I won't miss any practice again. Toya: Shoma mentioned it too, but if anything interferes with your work, tell Haru-chan. He'll handle most things. Shion: Yes. And thank you very much for including me in HOUND ROAR. Toya: Haru-chan the one who brought you in. Shion: I'm grateful to Kasuga-san, of course, but the deciShion was made by Toya-san, right? I was scared until I joined HOUND ROAR. Admitting that I lacked talent in piano felt like acknowledging that my life had been in vain until now. It's not just me; my family couldn't bring themselves to say "let's stop" either. However, after hearing MEO's song, I felt the desire to play the piano again. I consider it fortunate to have a new place under the guidance of the genius I admire. Remembering that I genuinely enjoy playing the piano, I'm thankful for that. Toya: I'm not a genius. I'm just doing what I can with effort. Shion: That's not true, Toya-san… Toya: If you want me to say I'm a genius, prove it yourself. Show that you can do it better than anyone else and truly create my conducting. Shion: Yes! I'll do that!…

Toya: …. Sogo: Shion hear your words the most. Toya: Don't eavesdrop. Sogo: I feel the same as Shion. I'm grateful for joining HOUND ROAR. Toya: Yours is completely different from Shion's. Sogo: Don't leave me out~ It makes me feel lonely. Toya: You can go wherever you want if you have a place… Do as you wish. Even without a band, even without music, you can still live. Sogo: But you like my drum, right? Toya: If it wasn't for that, I would've cut ties with you long ago. Sogo: I admire you, Toya. I really do. You may be in despair about your talent, but it's not something to be pessimistic about. You're a genius who can work harder than anyone else.

**

Staff: Alright then, HOUND ROAR, please stand by. HOUND ROAR: Please take care of us! Staff: Yes! Staff: Camera 1, okay. Staff: Cameras 2 and 3, okay. Staff: How about the drums and keyboard positions? Shion: It's fine! Sogo: No issues here too. Staff: Thank you. Staff: Oh, sorry, Hibiki-san, could you take one step to the right? (takea step) Yes, thank you! Hibiki: Haah… I wonder what Akane always feels doing this. Shoma: What nonsense is he muttering again? Hibiki: It's unreasonable for vocals to always stand in the center. Toya: Vocals are the face of the band. Give up. Hibiki: How about you stand in the center… you're the leader. Staff: The leader of HOUND ROAR is Toya-san. Toya: Yes. Just a name for miscellaneous tasks. Shoma: YO say it without shame. Staff: So, is the band name also Toya-san's deciShion? HOUND ROAR is a cool name~ Toya: Well… Hibiki: It doesn't have a deep meaning. The dog I used to raise was a bloodhound, and its name was Roar. Shoma: EH? Is that so? Toya: Like a hunting dog that clings on and doesn't let go, capturing the hearts of those who listen. It suits that image. Staff: Indeed… We'll ask for that story during the talk later. I'm sure our viewers will be pleased to hear it. Toya: Understood. Shoma: What's this? Am I the only one who doesn't know too much? Oh, right, Toya. Toya: Why? Shoma: I feel like having some fun today. Toya: What are you talking about? Shoma: Obviously about guitars! Toya: You're not planning to add an ad-lib, are you? Why didn't you say anything during the meeting? Why bring it up now? Shoma: Hehe! If I say it now, you won't have a chance to refuse, right? Toya: Huh? Hibiki: Just so you know, I won't stop singing no matter what happens. Toya: Wait a moment, Staff: 5 seconds to go! We have a message and a title from Hibiki-san. Next, please continue with the song. Hibiki: Understood. Shoma: Well, it's not a live broadcast, right? If it fails, we can do a retake?

Toya: Damn it, these guys, they're both violently boosting their talents. Shoma: Haha! Nice expresShion. You can make expresShions other than the sarcastic one. Staff: Well then, let's start the main broadcast! Hibiki: Endo, calm down. If Toya causes trouble, Shion will panic, and then his hands will stop. Shoma: Ah, that's right. Sorry, sorry. Toya: Just remember this, all of you… Staff: Entering the main broadcast! 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 seconds to go! 4, 3, 2… Hibiki: Watch, Master. We're going to expose everything we have, so accept it. Swallow it all. Got it?

HOUND ROAR – Eyes.

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[milkybonya]

what if_hjs

warnings: none! just fluff~

[a/n]: hi everyone i miss writing :< and i'm in my Han feels T-T ignore the crappy moodboard i'm so sleepy rn ㅜㅜ

"and what if i told you i'm in love with you. what would you do about it?" Hanji asks you, his cheeks full of tapioca pearls and his eyes sparkling under the faint light from your living room TV.

all the other lights are out as you watch a movie with your best friend, Han, while drinking bubble tea at midnight.

"h-huh?" you stutter, trying to swallow your drink without getting it caught in your throat.

"'cause you just said," Hanji starts, shifting around on the couch so he's properly facing you, "you just said that if someone confessed to you like that," he points to the movie on the TV, "you wouldn't know what to do. so now what will you do?"

all you can hear is your heartbeat. is your best friend of 6 years really confessing to you right now?

his eyes are wide and his cheeks wobble as he chews on the tapioca, waiting for your answer.

"wait are you being serious or is this a joke or?"

"love, my hands are literally shaking. i'm so serious," he says, showing you his jittery hands.

'love'...

thankfully it's dark and he can't see how deeply you're blushing right now.

without saying anything, you slowly take hold of his hands and you watch Jisung gulp. his hands feel cold but soft, and you rub circles onto the back of them.

"Jisung... i... i'm in love with you, too," you confess, avoiding his eyes.

you feel one of his hands leave yours and shift to gently push your chin up.

"can you say it while looking at me?" he asks, his voice a tone lower as he smirks ever so slightly.

"no."

Jisung cracks up, laughing so hard you feel the whole couch shake.

"okay, my love. i--"

'my love'...

you place your boba down and do the same with his, suddenly tackling him and pinning him down against the couch.

"i lied. i'm in love with you, Jisung!" you say to him dramatically while looking into his eyes.

he lays with his arms above his head, panting with a smile on his face.

"what is going on!?" he laughs.

you fall on top of him, telling him you don't know.

as if he's done it a thousand times, Jisung's arms wrap around you the second your body meets his. they hold you to him by your waist, and his chin just touches the top of your head as you snuggle into his chest.

he hasn't done it before, but he's imagined it about a million times in his head. he's wanted to do it.

"i could get used to this," he sighs into your hair, feeling content.

"same," you mumble.

a moment of comfortable silence passes, with Jisung stroking your hair and rubbing your back while you kiss his clothed chest from time to time.

it all feels so natural even though you've only just learned about his feelings.

"Jisung?"

"mm?"

"do we continue the movie, or?"

"we play it in the background," he decides.

"background of what?" you reply.

"this. us."

"but i really wanna see it!" you whine.

he sighs but reaches for the remote to resume the movie, all while still laying on his back.

"you watch the movie then. i'll just watch you. i was doing that the whole time anyway."

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Sprawling Mansion Tickles

So this is a Narrative that I made in school about a Haunted House, the whole class worked on this kind of narrative for the full month of October. And I actually ended typing this on Google docs and also submitting it to my English Teacher. But this one of Tumblr will be just slightly different, instead of it just being entirely scary there will be a bit more of a happy ending, but anyway carrying on.

Characters: 6 yr old Jack, The Tickle Ghost Girl.

The Night was cold, the wind whispered in Jacks ears. As he walked inside the abandoned mansion he saw that the inside was darker then he expected, rather old and dirty. Jack began walking around and saw a torn up, nasty sofa nearby, he didn't feel like standing the whole time so he decided to sit on it. Jack was only years old, so he snuck out of the house at 3:00 AM so his parents wouldn't notice. And despite being young he never believed in paranormal activity or ghost stories, he just saw it all as silly but clever stories to tell before bed. However not all stories are entirely fake. Then suddenly Jack hears a noise, a sound of some kind, like footsteps heading his way. Jack jolted up from the sofa and looked desperately for a place to hide, he then saw a large chest nearby what he hid himself in. "Who or what is that?" Jack whispered to himself thinking until "Hello, who's there? Who's in my house?" The voice of a little said. It was The Tickle Ghost Girl! The legends were true! Jack began to get scared by the second as The Girl began looking around the area, searching for who could've made the small sound. Eventually she saw Jack peeking out of the large chest nearby.

"Aha! There you are!" The Girl said as she began to walk up to the chest, making Jacks blood run cold. "What brings you here new friend?" The Girl asked the boy, a smirk forming on her face. "Hi, I'm just walking around here, sorry I'll leave." Jack replied to The Girl nervously, trying his best to lie. However he wasn't that convincing. "First of all that lie was terrible, second of all why?" The Girl said, just wondering why he would leave. "I need to get back to my parents, that's all." Jack said, as he was walking out he heard The Girl yell "NO! You are NOT leaving, ever!" Jacks hearting began to pound out of his chest as she said all that. "No please, I have to get back to my parents!" Jack said, his voice trembling. "No, you are staying here!" And as soon as The Girl said that giant, slimy, black tentacles began to come from the walls. Grabbing Jack in the process, the tentacles began to tighten on Jacks body, making sure he was completely caught to the wall. "What are these!? I can't move! Let me go!" Jack snapped at The Girl, trying to be intimidating. Jack was young, 6 years old, and also quite small and short. So his attempt at trying to be intimidating only made The Girl smile at him. "Ok boy, you wanna play mean huh? Ok!" The Girl said as she began walking up to the poor, young defenseless boy. "No! Stay back!" Jack said, his heart skipped a beat.

When The Girl got close enough to the boy she began to lightly trace her finger on his stomach. All Jack could do was bite his lower lip. Trying his best to stop the laughter from coming out. "I know you can feel this, and I know your ticklish! I can see it all in your face! So, why are you fighting back? It's pointless you know." The Girl teased the boy earning a bright red blush from him, all the boy could mutter were the two words. "I'm sorry!" The Girl was looking directly at the boy now, was completely red in the face, she didn't know if it was from fear or embarrassment. So The Girl asked. "Are you scared?" The boy replied with a common sign of no from his head. "So your embarrassed?" The Girl asked the boy, once receiving no as an answer. "Do I have to dig deeper until you decide to tell me?" The Girl asked the boy, Jack eventually began to get scared of this situation as his shirt was pulled up and The Girl immediately dug her finger into Jack's bellybutton. "Hahahahahahahaha hahahahahah!" Jack laughed with shock because he was not expecting it all to happen so quickly. Jack was ticklish! Very ticklish on every part of his body! So he was really not expecting the sudden the tickle attack out of nowhere!

The Tickle Ghost Girl realized that this was not exactly doing it for her, so she dragged one of her other hands to go squeeze at his side. Making the boy squeak with both shock and confusion due to the other spot being tickled out of the blue. "Hahahahahahahaha*squeaks*hahahahahahahaha!" Jack laughed harder and squeaked just as much. The Girl began to see the new reaction as something positive and also rare, not much people who enter the house squeak. Or laugh nearly as adorably as Jack was. "Aw look at you boy, so cute!" The Girl teased Jack once again, making his cheeks turn into a crimson red! "Shuhuhuhut uhuhup! FUCK you!" The boy Jack cursed at The Girl. "Oh you think that's funny!? Oh I'll show you something funny!" The Girl said as she began to dish out the most brutal ticklish part on him, his feet! As The Girl grabbed a hold of his legs she decided to let the tentacles tickle Jack as well just to make it ten times worse. "Hahahahahahahaha! Wait! Nohohohohohoho! Nooooo! Not the f- Hahahahahahahaha HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*squeals and squeaks*HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHA!"

Jack shrieked as his laughter went up a few octaves, he was really not expecting this attack on his most sensitive part ever. He was really wanting mercy but he didn't feel like giving in without a fight so he just said yelled through his laughter and squeals and squeaks. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Obviously he was just playing with The Girl, because, well, "Oh you know what I want!" The Girl said as she began to up the pace on her fingers tickling his feet. That was when Jack realized the more dumb he played the more the tickles got worse. So he just had to confess or else he would eventually die in this very mansion. "OK OK I'LL HAHAHAHAHA I WILL TELL YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jack yelled through laughter and snickers, and as soon as he said that all the tickles stopped. "Ok... I... I was... I... I was embarrassed and scared... At the same time." "Really?" The two began talking for awhile but The Girl then saw the sun come up and decided it was time for him to go. "Go." The Girl said. "What?" Jack replied. "Your letting me go? Really?" Jack was trying his best to wrap his head around this. He was really, really confused. "Yes, your are, a good boy. I can tell because you told the truth. Everyone else who dared to step foot in my house would never tell the truth and just suffer the consequences. But you are different..." The Girl explained. "Ok, well thank you!" Jack said with a smile on his face as he began waving good bye. But then The Girl told the truth "Wait!" She said as she caught up to the boy and gave him a light a affectionate kiss on the forehead. "I love you, really." The Girl said. Jack was super confused now. "What, why?" The Girl loves him, how? Why? "I don't know, I just felt some sort of connection with you!" The Girl explained to the boy once again. "This time tears of both happiness and sadness began rolling down Jacks face as he walked away.

And The Tickle Ghost Girls tears were the same way "Are those tears of happiness or sadness?" The Girl asked Jack "Both!" Jack replied "What about yours, are they tears of happiness or tears of sadness?" Jack asked The Girl this time. "Both!" The Ghost Girl replied, and that's when Jack ran out the building crying, but he then looked back. Maybe another time at 3:00 AM he could come back and say hi to his new friend once again.

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Ok, so this idea could apply to a plethora of Dano characters, but in my mind this is for either Brian or Joby.

What if the reader is being a total brat in public and embarrasses the CRAP out of Brian/Joby in front of their friends. Then, when they get home, reader gets an attitude adjustment 💥👋👀

(P.s. love your other fics so much! Keep it up!! <333)

hi love! i decided to write this for Brian as i haven't written for him in a while...

I hope this is okay! I wrote it really quick whilst i was on my break yesterday but I'm planning to write something similar with Joby or Jay soon ;)

Let's Fix That Attitude - Brian x Fem!Reader

warnings: smut, fingering, degradation, brian being mean! porn with no plot lol, not proofread!!

You knew what your little show you put on infront of Brian's friends earlier would lead to, so the way he practically shoved you into his car and drove you home shouldn’t have surprised you. The whole ride, he didn’t speak a word. You felt the tension in the air, and saying anything yourself would be sure to make things worse.

Once you got to your house, you were quick to be pinned against the door. 

“What the fuck were you thinking?” He snarled, his face mere inches away from yours. “Huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” You grin, you loved to see him worked up like this. Knowing how he would take his anger out on you only made you more eager to encourage it. His hand raised, and wrapped around your throat. His look shifting from frustration to lust as he put his forehead against yours, and mumbled, 

“Oh you bitch,” he sighed, “what are we gonna do about that attitude then?” 

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Before you knew it you were fully exposed on your bed, your arms tied behind your back as he laid between your legs, forcing them open for him. 

“Please,” you whimper, tired of the teasing as his index finger plays with your clit. 

“What? What do you want?” He asks, the feeling of his breath on your heat making you squirm, he’d been teasing you like this for the last 30 minutes or so. He’d denied you of at least 2 orgasms in that time, and he had no intention of stopping any time soon. 

“I need you, please, please- I’ll be good.”

“I don’t believe that, baby. You don’t think I’m that stupid do you?” 

“No, no, I don’t I just-” Suddenly you felt his tongue tracing your folds and lightly sucking down on your clit. You just wanted to move your hands, to hold him there to stop him from moving away again, knowing it was sure to happen again soon. “Shit!”

“You gonna behave for me? Not embarrass me infront of our friends again?” He asks, his finger beginning to slip into your entrance. 

“Yes, I’ll be good- please just… Please, Brian.” You can hardly form a sentence as he presses an extra finger into you, curling them before easing them out again. 

“You better not make a noise for me, okay? Your parents must be home soon, it's almost 6 baby.” He says, quickening the pace of his fingers. 

You nod your head as your eyes squeezed shut, Brian's attack on you becoming too much and you feel yourself becoming close again. He notices, but doesn’t slow down. You swear you could feel him smirk against you as your legs begin shaking. 

“Hold it, bitch. Your not coming until I let you, okay?” He murmurs. But you couldn’t hold it, it was just impossible. You hoped he wouldn’t have noticed, but the way you clenched around his fingers must have given it away. “You little slut.” He chuckles, pulling his fingers out of you and sitting up, watching as you tried to avoid looking at him. 

It didn’t work as he grabbed your face with his other hand, and held the two fingers that previously had been inside you up to your mouth. “Clean them for me, we have a long night ahead of us now. And don’t think you’re gonna be coming again any time soon.”