#but it won’t seem to leave even though i’ve had so much medicine

[letosmauddib]

Difficult Arrangements

FEYD RAUTHA x Y/N reader - arranged marriage (she/ her pronouns)

18+ - please do not read/ interact if you are underage / uncomfortable

Warnings - Implied Smut, (It's on in part 2 <3 -), pregnancy mentions, arranged marriage factors, medical talk, speaking of breeding?

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PT.2 HERE-

“The best course of action might be a stimulant, something to engage her desire for more frequent intercourse?” She felt like the examination table was growing colder against her. She stared down at her socked feet, trying to keep herself away from the conversation the three men in the room were having regarding her desire to fucking her husband. Feyd stood next to her slumped form, growing increasingly annoyed with what he was deeming to be a ridiculous conversation.  “What have the endless tests you’ve been performing resulted in? Seemingly a waste of time..” He responded, annoyed at their uncertain responses and experimental solutions. “Na-Baron, Sir… the sake of the lineage needs to make sure the compatibility is there..it’s unfortunately not very simple to resolve with just practical medicine.” She glanced at his blank expression, his jaw clenched; “So what are you two doing to assist the issue?” “We have been researching natural ways to accelerate or increase the probability of pregnancy and we believe the stimulants in specific foods can help. Another practice has been proven to help as well..” The medic adjusted his stance, not seemingly wanting to speak on it further. Feyd was losing patience fast, “And it is?” “Making sure there is a willingness from the female to er- engage, and for her to accomplish climax during the ovulation period…”  Her brain felt like it could slip out of her head, three men discussing the logistics of her lack of orgasm and lack of pregnancy being connected. Her willingness to become impregnated with Feyd-Rautha’s child was being questioned. She sits across from dozens of scans and files on her body. Y/N blanked out the rest of the conversation, tired from her lack of sleep and her lack of breakfast. She had grown used to the schedule set by her husband and felt the effects of falling out of schedule.  As the discussion toned down, she felt herself unable to daze off. “No, she won’t be touched or examined by a man. I’ve stated this before and I am growing quite a disdain for these stupid statements..” He wasn’t being difficult due to interest in her lack of comfort, it was more his. Feyd was territorial with what he deemed to be ‘his’. Every male around understood they could lose a limb, or their lives if they attempted to touch her. Guards were extraordinarily careful, whilst noblemen and relatives acted as though she simply did not exist. “Na-Baron, her the Na-Baroness’  nurse and doctor are off-planet and won’t be back for at least a week.” “Then, the examination will happen in a week. I would strongly advise both of you to step out and get back to finding more helpful solutions.” Both medics excused themselves as they stepped out. Leaving them alone in the examination room. Feyd glanced over her form, his hand slipped to the back of her neck, fingers against her soft hair. “Even more quiet than usual mouse…”

She could feel the tears building but she couldn’t do it, “I-I’ve grown quite tired of these appointments.” She whispered. “I just wish I would just be pregnant..” Feyd wasn’t one to show much empathy or emotion since their courtship. He was quite a lunatic and had complete disregard for anyone and everything around him. But he noticed her defeat, 6 months of marriage attempts since their wedding, and no heir. She was raised to strive for motherhood and couldn’t seem to accomplish the part of becoming a mother. “I have to get back to training, let’s get you to the dining room for breakfast.” 

He walked next to her, keeping her at a close distance through their stride of the endless hallway. Her mind drifted off to how loving her parents were, how they held hands through walks and constantly embraced. She wasn’t sure how he would react to an attempt at affection. Although she craved the sweetness of a hug or a cuddle, she didn’t think to attempt anything. She slowed down to glance out the giant windows. She longed for soft grass fields and flowers to step through and lay in from her home world. Feyd could see her longing stare, he knew well that she wasn’t present in those silent moments.

They didn’t say a word to each other until they reached the dining room. The servants were setting up a big portioned breakfast. “I will be back after training, I want all of your portions eaten. I will be reported back to.” She nodded, not up for arguing with her husband today. Before she could step in, his strong arms pulled her in for a kiss. His lips were rough against hers, her hands instinctively reaching for his waist. Before it could deepen, he pulled away, allowing her to step back.  “I’ll be devouring you for a nice late breakfast after training. Be good for me pet.”  She nodded sheepishly, aware of his statement, and she approached her predetermined feast.

PT. 2 coming sooon

#feyd rautha #feyd x reader #feyd rautha harkonnen #dune pt 2 #feyd oneshot #austin butler #dune part two #dune #dune movie #smut imagine #imagine #one shot #drabble #fanfiction #fanfic

[jlushie]

When You’re Sick {Stardew Valley Bachelors}

Elliott:

“Oh, my love… You’re looking pale! Please, sit down…”

Oh he is so worried :((

And he notices it like… so fast. You don’t even really have a chance of hiding it. He’s always admiring every detail about you, so even a minor change will have his attention.

If you’re insisting about work, he won’t care. You will be forced to lay down and rest. And he will not hear a no.

He will rush to go get medication for you, or food. Or really anything you need or want. He’ll go get it in a heartbeat.

And he’ll pretty much always be by your side. He’ll probably get sick too.

“Here my darling… I’ve brought you some soup. I also picked up some medication for you. Here… Try to take a bite for me, okay?”

Shane:

“Hey… You should sit down… What do you mean why? You’re clearly sick.”

He is also someone who could tell pretty quickly. But not as quickly as Elliot… And here’s why I think so:

He’s gotten sick a lot, mostly after drinking too much alcohol. After he quit though, his health has gotten a lot better. He didn’t really consider being sick, almost as if he had forgotten other people can get sick too.

But he does get the signs quickly. He just… studies you for a minute. Then its like a lightbulb went off in his head when he realizes what’s wrong. Then he says something about it.

But he’s actually very insistent on you resting! He’s more than happy to take care of you. Especially since you had taken care of him so many times.

He’s not really good at farming, but he will take care of the livestock while you’re sick. He’s better with the chickens but he still treats every animal well!

He’s also taken care of Jas when she was sick. And sure, it may be different, but it still helps just a little. He has some clarification on what to do.

“Don’t worry, the animals are all taken care of… Just rest. I’ll try to cook up something.”

Sebastian:

“Woah! Hey… Darling, are you okay?”

He didn’t really notice until you almost fell over. It’s not that he wouldn’t see it if he wasn’t distracted… He was just working on breakfast as a little surprise. Luckily, he caught you just before you hand landed onto the ground.

He felt your head, and sure enough, you were burning up. He gently carried you off to bed.

He gave you the breakfast he prepared but he wasn’t sure if you’d keep it down. He’d be thankful if it did, but if it didn’t, thats fine, there’s no need to worry. He does end up calling his mom at one point for the pumpkin soup recipe.

He’ll also take care of the farm. He might not be the best at it but he’s trying his best

And actually worries about you a lot, maybe more than you know. He’ll try to hide just how worried he is but you could probably tell.

He’ll trying to get tips from his mom along with that pumpkin soup recipe. He just wants to make sure you will be okay.

“What? No, don’t worry… I took care of the farm, and I fully intend on taking care of you, okay?”

Sam:

“Mornin’ babe! I just finished some breakfast-…! Wait… You aren’t lookin’ too good… Here, lets get you to bed.”

He didn’t really put it together for a second. But, like Shane, he also has a younger family member who had gotten sick quite a few times. And for Vincent, he probably got sick more often than Jas. Sam had watched his mom take care of his brother, and he also helped out when he could. So after a second, it registered, and he sent you back to bed.

Sam still called his mom though. She gave him some recipes and some medicine recommendations for the way you were feeling. She’d probably end up dropping the medicine off since Sam didn’t want to leave your side.

Speaking of not leaving your side, Sam is literally not going anywhere. He’d probably end up getting sick too.

The farm is left alone for the day, and while Sam would love to help, he has literally no idea what to do.

He seems calm, but you know he’s worried, probably based on how clingy he was. But he’s a little less worried then everyone else. He tries to joke around with you or to cheer you up. You being cheered up really eased his worries.

He may play calming music if your head isn’t aching.

“I just want you to get better… It sucks to see you like this babe.”

Harvey:

“Dear, I wouldn’t suggest moving… It’s pretty obvious you’re sick…”

He’s a doctor, so he notices like five times faster than Elliott.

He pretty much saw it the moment you woke up, whether that be the facial expressions you make realizing you’re in pain or maybe he noticed how your forehead was hot or how you were sweating to a concerning amount.

Like everyone else, he forces you to bed. He may be a soft sweetheart, but he will be oddly more determined and insistent on this matter.

He’s so sweet though… And he doesn’t do anything wrong.

He gives you medication that makes you feel better more quickly, he gives you ice packs or heating pads, whatever you need.

He will make you food and will make sure it won’t make you sick in any kind of way.

I’m sure he forgets about the farm. He doesn’t purposely ignore it! It’s just he’s so focused on you it’s like everything else disappeared.

He’d probably ask Mary to be in charge of the clinic. Obviously she isn’t certified in any way, but he gets her to promise to give him a call if anyone comes in. But it shouldn’t be a problem, he usually isn’t busy.

100/10, probably the best bachelor to take care of you.

“Here, this should do the trick… It’s medicine to help with your headache! Say ‘Ah’ for me, okay?”

Alex:

“Hey, I noticed you aren’t getting out of bed like you usually do… What’s wrong, baby?”

He didn’t think you were sick honestly, he probably just thought you had a nightmare or you just didn’t feel like getting up. Or maybe you were just feeling sad that day.

He never really gets sick. It kinda slipped his mind people could get sick, kinda like Shane. But when you explain what’s wrong, he is quick to get on his feet.

While you’re resting, he’ll call Evelyn for some advice. He’ll also call Haley! It might seem like a bad choice but Haley has a sister, and they’re friends! She’d know more than he would honestly.

He’ll cook you a nice breakfast, and while you eat, he waters the crops for you! He waters them very quickly though… Like you just finish breakfast and he’s already done!

He’s worried, and over a call with Evelyn, expresses his worries. She, being the innocent, purest soul of the valley, eases him though. You will be perfectly fine, and you just need rest! That calms him down, and makes him a bit chipper too! If Evelyn says you will be fine, you are going to be fine. He trusts her word.

It’s a small detail, but he like… carries you everywhere. You aren’t walking. You want a shower? Here, he’ll bring you there… Want some fresh air? Only for a second! And you’re going to be stuck in his arms.

“Don’t worry angel, grandma said you’re going to be perfectly fine! Now wait here, I’ll go run you a bath.”

#stardew valley x reader #stardew valley bachelors #x reader #stardew valley

[fatuismooches]

SMOOCHES!! Hii cutie pie!! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

I hope you’ve been doing well and enjoying your week! I’ve had this small thought of fragile!reader for a while now so I now give this to you! I hope this doesn’t seem nsfw/suggestive it’s just fluffy fluff ><

Okay okay enough of my rambling! But fragile!reader and Dottore taking a bath together I think would be so so sweet. I think you’ve done something similar to this in the past (I’m not 100% sure so correct me if I’m wrong!) but I think that both of them being so vulnerable and being able to see each others body’s. Dottore most likely was forced into taking a bath with you, as with how fragile you are, he’s scared he would somehow hurt you. But you always reassure him that you love taking baths with him and that it’s something you always look forward to! With how fragile and weak reader is, I would imagine a clone or sometimes Zandik himself, helps them clean up and get all nice. Since your body is probably littered with bandages due to how much Dottore constantly injects you with medicine. But, they’re always so so gentle whenever they gently scrub your body n wash your hair with some lovely scented shampoo <3 (on more than one occasion you’ve definitely accidentally fallen asleep when a clone washes your hair because of how nice and relaxing it feels) but onto the main focus (sorry I went completely off topic there ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ )

But I think when you and Zandik do take baths, you two usually just admire eachother. Or well, you admire Zandik’s body. Since you always get to trace the many scars littered across his arms, hands, and chest. Sometimes if you’re even in a teasing mood, you kiss a few scars, which in return usually leads to Zandik having his ears tinted pink. (Yet he just blames it on the hot water) and I think Zandik would also in turn do the same. Gently caressing your body and soft bites on your neck or cheeks. Or even just admiring how perfect you are in his eyes, even if you may have scars, stretch marks, or things about your body that you don’t particularly like. (He always shoots down you talking negatively about your body because you’re literally perfect!!? Like there’s a reason he chose your and only you!) but this wouldn’t be a boo boo bear fic without angst. I think whenever you two do take baths and you’re just sitting in silence with your back pressed against his chest, he most likely notices how more bandages cover your frail body because of the injections. Or the bruises/cuts that you get whenever you trip or fall because of your weak legs not being able to hold you up. It only encourages him to focus more on your cure than his other experiments or Fatui related duties. And it only makes him to want to go for weeks on end without sleep. But of course, he’ll just have to enjoy these sweet tender moments he gets to enjoy with you. Even if most of the time you’re already asleep, he gently picks you up from the tub and wraps a soft fluffy blanket around you. Eventually changing you and tucking you into bed. Giving you a soft forehead kiss and leaving your bedroom. Only more determined in curing you soon.

Okay this brainrot was all over the place please excuse how horrible it is 😭!! (AND I REALLY HOPE THIS ISNT BREAKING ANY RULES OR MAKES YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE I DONT MEAN TO MAKE IT NSFW/SUGGESTIVE IF IT DOES COME OUT THAT WAY) It’s 11 PM right now but I’ve been feeling a little sad, and writing Dottore brainrots always help in distracting me. I hope you’ve been having a wonderful start to July and having lovely days everyday!! I give you so many chu chus your cheeks become sore hehe!! Okay okay I won’t talk much longer! I hope you enjoy it though!! >< I love u so so much mwa mwa!!! Many kisses and huggies

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

🎐 ANON I AM GENTLY KITHING YOUR CHEEKS AS WELL OMFG I LOVE THIS SM😭🥺

CRYING I FEEL SO HAPPY READING THIS… yes yes you two definitely take baths together ;( Vulnerability is something that’s hard for both of you. Hard for you because your illness has made your insecurities about yourself increase. Hard for Dottore for obvious reasons, even now he still finds it hard to lower his guard this much around someone (but he still does, and continues to be confused and surprised by how nice it feels.)

You always have to drag him into the bath with you. In reality he would really like to. But when he sees how fragile you are, inwardly he curses himself for not hurrying up with your cure. Not to mention he is not the best with comforting you especially when you’re such in an open and vulnerable state. So he tends to let you be and trust the clones to take care of you. Luckily you’re smart about it and you always drop the idea of it when the two of you have already spent some time together, so this way he can’t escape you. (You always love the royalty treatment you get when he rolls his eyes and comments at your neediness but picks up you with ease and lets you rest while he sets the bath, making sure the temperature is just right for your body and health.)

It just felt so nice. And not just the soothing feeling of sinking into water and letting your worries float away. To others it may sound like a silly thing to be so excited over. But for you this was some of your highly cherished moments. It was where you felt you could be yourself with Zandik. You wouldn’t be judged about anything. There was nothing that could disturb the two of you. No sounds besides the splashing of the water. All responsibilities and troubles drifted away with the soap suds. It even felt like the concept of time didn’t exist. Only the two of you mattered right now. Not to mention Zandik takes his mask off so you could stare at his pretty face for a long time :) It was always a sight to see. Even though it was scarred he was still the most handsome to you.

Though a lot of the bath is simply you two appreciating each other’s body wholesomely. You’re always the one to initiate it (you can’t help it, sometimes you wonder how you got so lucky) and you always rest your head on his wet chest, gently kissing the scars there, snaking your arms around him and tracing the ones on his back too, while he just looks at you in amusement. When you’re feeling playful you’ll kiss the ones on his neck too and you can feel him to the same too ;( The gentle graze of his pointy teeth is strangely pleasant and he knows it. (Once during the Akademiya you were curious as to how sharp his sharky teeth were, and you asked him to bite you with force. You needed to put a bandage on it after that, and he had the audacity to be surprised at his own strength.) You always take the chance to wash his fluffy hair. You don’t know how he gets it so nice with so minimal effort. Turns out even he doesn’t know. But he looks quite cute when his hair is completely damp and it’s no longer bouncy, sticking to his face.

Of course you are the epitome of beauty for Zandik. No other being, human or not, comes close to you. This is extremely high praise from him considering he doesn’t see beauty or perfection in anything else. He doesn’t care about others in the slightest. He only sees you, and how you embody those traits. If you ever try to hide your body from him, he’ll just trap you in his arms so you can’t run away. And just tell you straight up not to be ridiculous. That since your days in the Akademiya he’s only had eyes for you. That every single part of you is alluring and makes him want more. He doesn’t mean to hurt you with his tone or anything. But he’s very serious when he says stuff like that. If it were possible he’d give you his eyes so you can see how he sees you (I mean it quite literally)

Even though you’re the one dragging him into this you always fall asleep first on his chest. And it’s this time when he fully gets to take notes of your body. Once again he wishes that you didn’t need to go through this. He longs for the day he holds the cure in his hand. When he gets to see you do everything you used to with ease. Maybe get a bruise from running so fast without a care in the world this time instead. Unfortunately you’re not awake to distract him from these thoughts. He takes a look at your face, it’s tired but you’re still smiling. And now he is a bit too, because you’ll always be by his side regardless. He knows you probably wish that he’d cuddle with you right now. But for your sake, he needs to press on.

As for the clones, they have created a schedule between themselves on who helps you clean up on which day. I feel like they exchange notes on which soaps and body washes and scents you like the best - they actually made it themselves, tailored to your likes and body and in case you have sensitive skin. Also, they are blowing the budget on the fluffiest soft towels for you! (Don’t let Pantalone know) I imagine they are always willing to help you since even the simplest tasks can feel exhausting and challenging for you sometimes. If you’re in the mood, sometimes you’ll be really talkative, asking them about lots of things. Or sometimes you’ll let them do all the talking and just listen happily. Or sometimes it’s just silence but comfortable. Either way, it feels very very soft and nice especially when they’re working the soap into your body and scalp (honestly it feels like a massage, depending on which clone you’re with, the older ones are more methodical and slow with it.)

I honestly can't remember writing something like this (if I have it's just been way too long 😭) BUT OMG I LOVED IT SM IT WAS LITERALLY AMAZING SHUSH. And I'm so sorry you're feeling sad :( I'm sending lots of hugs and kithes your way, Dottore is too <3 I hope you have lots of good days too!! Ily more!! Lots of smooches for you!! 💖💕💕💖

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #U DONT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS #I LOVE LOVE FLUFFY BATH TIMES 😭😭💖

[cuddlepilefics]

Candles, lanterns, fairylights

Fandom: P1Harmony

Sickies: Taeyang & Keeho

Caregivers: P1Harmony

Prompt @flufftober

The two eldest members of the group come down with a miserable cold which leaves them too light sensitive to leave their room to join the rest of the group. The maknaes have just the right idea to help...

No one’s POV.:

It had only been a matter of time till Taeyang and Keeho would fall ill. The two had been fatigued for a little over a week but figured the shorter days and lack of sun exposure were getting to them. Only when Taeyang woke up with a pounding headache one morning did he consider to take his temperature. The eldest didn’t even bother to go through his morning routine but made sure the other members were up and getting ready for the day. Approaching Keeho, Taeyang admitted: “I just called our manager to let him know I won’t be able to join you guys for practice today. My head’s killing me and I have a fever. Guess I finally know why I’ve felt so off lately.” – “Well, shit”, Keeho sighed sympathetically, his voice still thick with sleep, “Do you need anything before we leave? Is there enough medicine or should we go pick something up on our way back?” – “I think we’re stocked up on medicine but I’ll check before you leave. There’s one thing I need you to do though”, Taeyang muttered, “I need you to go and take your temperature too because you’ve been just as rundown as me lately and you look like shit.”

While Keeho went to take his temperature, Taeyang sat in the living room and let Jiung know what was going on too. Their fellow ’01-liner made sure their dongsaengs had all eaten breakfast and brought the eldest a cup of tea. Both looked up at Keeho expectantly when he joined them, chewing on his bottom lip. “I don’t even feel that bad”, the leader frowned, still shocked by the high reading on the thermometer. Patting the spot next to him on the couch, Taeyang sighed: “Please tell me you’re going to stay home with me today. With the way your eyes look, you don’t even have to tell me the reading. I can tell it’s high.” – “I don’t know”, Keeho mumbled, “I don’t feel as bad as it looks and it doesn’t seem right to leave the youngsters to work by themselves.” – “I got them”, Jiung cut in, “Think of yourself first. Your health should be your priority. The rest of us will do just fine. Our schedule is pretty well structured, so it shouldn’t be too difficult.”

After some consideration, Keeho agreed to take a sick day too but before he’d call their manager, he wanted to check on the other members as well. If there was more than one sick member already, it was most likely something contagious, so better assess how many of them would need to be called in sick first. Luckily, it seemed to only be the two of them for the time being, so Jiung proposed they should switch rooms for a while. If Taeyang and Keeho shared one of the rooms and the other four shared the other room, they wouldn’t interfere with each other’s sleep too much. Since they barely had any time left, they just quickly moved their beddings and most essential items, so the two maknaes would stay with Jiung and Intak, while Keeho would stay in Taeyang’s room. The vocalist’s idea was genius because it only took two hours after the group left for Keeho to develop a cough and he was glad that Taeyang had made him stay home. His throat itched, no matter how much water he sipped and he soon found himself curled up on the couch. Taeyang had gone right back to sleep once the others left and he didn’t want to wake the older with his coughing.

Keeho placed a bottle of water on Taeyang’s nightstand and draped a cold washcloth over his forehead before leaving to collect a change of clothes from his room. His muscles ached and he felt painfully cold, so he figured a hot shower would soothe the discomfort while the steam might help with his cough. He didn’t have anything else to do anyway, so why not enjoy a long shower when he didn’t have to rush for once. Nobody was waiting for their turn showering, so he could enjoy the hot water for as long as he wanted. Keeho relaxed as the water washed over him, the warmth relaxing his tense shoulders. It was only now that he noticed he too in fact had a headache though it had to be a lot worse for Taeyang. The steam did help clear the congestion some and the urge to cough wasn’t as strong anymore, despite his throat still being quite irritated.

‘As long as he wanted’, soon turned into ‘as long as he could stay on his feet’ because the longer Keeho took, the more lightheaded he got till he eventually turned off the water and rested his forehead against the tile, trying to collect himself, so he could get out of the shower without losing his balance. As soon as he had dried himself off and gotten dressed, he sluggishly plopped down on the closed toilet seat. It seems his shower had zapped all of his energy. Keeho was slowly dozing off and startled when Taeyang walked in. He could see the other’s lips moving but his words didn’t make any sense. Squinting at the older, Keeho just sat there. Taeyang grabbed the towel the leader had left on the sink and carefully rubbed his hair dry. He didn’t like the far away look in Keeho’s eyes and he hadn’t gotten a coherent sentence out of the younger yet. Keeho winced in discomfort when Taeyang took his temperature. He barely registered the curse, only looking up when the older patted his flushed cheek. Keeho’s vision darkened as he was pulled to his feet. The leader desperately clung to anything he could find to steady himself, which so happened to be Taeyang’s shoulder and the edge of the sink only to have his fingers being peeled off the ceramic.

Taeyang struggled to get Keeho to let go of the sink, which he held onto with a white-knuckled grip. The leader whimpered hoarsely when he Taeyang removed his fingers and pulled him along. “It’s okay”, the oldest shushed. By now, he was supporting most of Keeho’s weight. Manhandling the leader to their now shared room, Taeyang promised: “You’ll be fine, we’re almost there.” The oldest was panting once he had finally gotten his friend to lay down. Piling pillows and blankets under Keeho’s legs to elevate them, Taeyang was relieved to see the other’s face slowly take on a healthier shade. “What was that?”, he asked softly, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. Brushing a few damp strands of hair out of Keeho’s face, the older hummed: “Can you try again please? I’m sorry, I didn’t understand.”

It took almost a minute before Keeho spoke up again. “My head hurts”, the leader breathed, only slightly slurring his speech now. Sighing in relief, Taeyang agreed: “Yeah, I bet it does. Your fever’s really high. If you promise me to stay conscious, I’ll go and fetch an icepack.” Keeho gave a weak nod before draping his arm across his face. This shower had been a mistake.

A shiver ran down Keeho’s spine when Taeyang draped the icepack across his forehead. The leader mumbled a tired ‘thanks’ and dried to breathe deeply in hopes of controlling the dizziness. All it did was trigger his cough and the older had to help him sit up, messily pushing the pillow heap off the foot of the bed. Keeho’s throat stung and his head pounded as he rested his elbows on his knees to brace himself. He didn’t know where Taeyang had disappeared to after helping him up but really wished the older would return soon. The leader didn’t have to wait for long before a glass appeared in his hand and Taeyang instructed: “Try drinking a few sips.” Keeho trembled as the oldest helped him raise the glass to his chapped lips. “Good job”, Taeyang whispered as the younger caught his breath.

“You don’t have a cough, do you? Why’s my throat so ow?”, Keeho whined hoarsely once he had settled back down. Taeyang had moved some of the pillows back underneath the leader’s legs because of how lightheaded the younger still was. Giving Keeho a sympathetic smiled, Taeyang hummed: “Yeah, that cold seems to have gone straight down to your throat and chest. It’s further up for me.” The light in the room was quite dim, so it took a moment of really looking closely at the older for Keeho to notice. “Holy shit, your eyes!”, the leader winced. Taeyang nodded, sniffling: “They won’t stop watering and the light makes it worse. That’s why it’s so dark in here. This cold’s mainly messing with my sinuses, my whole head feels like it’s filled with cotton.” – “We’re a mess”, Keeho concluded, closing his eyes. He listened to Taeyang shuffle around the room. The older clumsily plucked a tissue from the box and gave a productive blow. Keeho cringed and opened his eyes when the other gasped. The shift in congestion had made his nose tingle unbearably and Taeyang caught two wet sneezes in the tissue before sniffling. His lashes were dotted with tears and a few had spilled down his cheeks too. “Bless you”, Keeho mumbled but the older still wouldn’t move, sitting completely frozen. Pitching forward with one final sneeze, Taeyang cleared his throat. Sluggishly cleaning himself up, the oldest breathed: “Thanks.”

Around lunchtime, Jiung texted their group chat, asking the two how they were holding up and if they needed anything. In a way, he had hoped not to get a reply because it’d mean that they were asleep but also wasn’t really surprised when he got a reply in only a matter of minutes. Not wanting to worry their maknaes too much, Taeyang had decided to shoot Jiung a private message. He really didn’t want to bother their friends but hesitantly asked Jiung if they could pick up some stuff on their way back because they had taken a downturn and it also couldn’t hurt to be stocked up if any of them caught this cold too. Though Keeho insisted that they were alright and that nobody should worry, Taeyang told Jiung to not be fooled by their leader, who was doing far worse than he wanted to let on over text.

When their schedule was over, the group split up. Jiung sent Shota and Jongseob home with the instructions to check on their friends and start dinner, while Intak would go to the store to stock up on tissues and cough drops. Jiung would stop by the pharmacy to get some decongestants and maybe more fever reducers in case they ran out. He wasn’t entirely sure what to expect because the two had given him slightly contradicting information but he hoped he got the bases covered.

The two maknaes entered the dorm as quietly as possible to not wake their hyungs, should they be sleeping. When they went to their room to check on them, they were shocked at the condition they found the two eldest in. Keeho had only gotten up to go to the bathroom once with Taeyang’s help but had been too dizzy to move aside from that. He had also refused to eat all day because he had no appetite and his throat hurt, so his fever was still raging despite Taeyang’s attempt at bringing it down with cold compresses. Keeho was upset at the older for ratting him out to their maknaes nonetheless. “You knew that you weren’t doing what was best for you. Now the pressure’s on. Be a good role model and take care of yourself”, Taeyang shrugged, earning a glare that turned out quite pathetic with the glossy look in Keeho’s eyes.

Taeyang had forced himself to eat some plain rice for lunch, which had taken quite a bit of discipline because his nose was plugged and he felt like suffocating when he tried to eat but he had really wanted to take some medicine for his headache. “We’ll be making some soup for dinner”, Jongseob informed, “You should really eat something, hyungs. Can we get you anything before that?” Keeho thanked them hoarsely but denied needing anything. Though Taeyang felt bad to have the maknaes make dinner by themselves, he knew he’d only pass on his germs if he helped them cook.

Keeho had gone back to sleep mere minutes after his dongsaengs had checked on them but Taeyang was awake, giving Shota a small smile when the younger brought them a bottle of water each. He wanted to go to sleep too because his eyes were so tired but he knew he should at least have dinner. Dabbing at his eyes, Taeyang laid down and put in one earphone, so he’d still hear when someone came in. He was glad someone else was home now too, even if it were the two youngest members because Keeho’s condition had truly scared him earlier and he hadn’t been able to relax in the slightest. Now that he finally allowed himself to take a breather because someone else would be checking on their leader, he felt all his symptoms stronger. Oh, what an amazing drug adrenaline could be….

Taeyang’s head throbbed when he opened his eyes. Jiung sat on the edge of the bed, smiling: “Hey, I’m sorry to wake you. You look like you really needed that sleep but dinner’s ready and I brought you medicine.” – “Thanks”, the oldest sniffled, sitting up with some struggle, “Hadn’t meant to fall asleep, sorry.” – “No need to apologize for taking a rest when you’re not feeling well”, Jiung frowned, brushing his fingers against the other’s forehead, “How’re you feeling? And I want the truth please.” Rubbing at his face, Taeyang gave a thick sniffle. His eyes watered as he tried to hold eye contact, admitting: “Exhausted. My eyes are so tired and sticky, my nose won’t stop running and my balance is off. It’s not like I’m dizzy or anything but my sinuses are so full, my whole head is fuzzy.” – “You should really take some of that decongestant I brought. Might help you breathe a little easier and bring back your balance”, Jiung hummed, “You can go and join the others for dinner, I’ll wake up Keeho.” – “Uhm, could you- could you maybe bring me some dinner once the rest of you is done eating?”, Taeyang mumbled hesitantly, “My eyes are really sensitive, anything brighter than it is in here is painful and makes them water even more.” Wincing in sympathy, Jiung nodded and got up to check on Keeho first.

They had thought that Keeho was asleep but when Jiung approached the bed, he realized that their leader looked way too tense for someone who’s sleeping. “Oh, you’re up”, the younger noted, “How’re you feeling?” Glancing up at Jiung, Keeho cleared his throat and croaked: “I’m cold an’ everything hurts.” – “Yeah, you’re burning”, the younger commented, pressing the backs of his fingers against the leader’s cheek. The cold compress had mostly warmed up by now and Jiung figured Taeyang had taken away Keeho’s blanket to keep him from overheating. “Has your fever been this bad before we left this morning?”, he frowned, remembering how the older hadn’t shared the number just that it was higher than expected. Slightly shaking his head, Keeho breathed: “I felt so sore and couldn’t stop coughing, so I thought I’d treat myself to a long, hot shower. Bad mistake. It felt nice while I was in the shower but it wasn’t worth it. Everything went to shit afterwards.” – “You can have some fever reducers once there’s some food in your stomach and they should help with the pain too. Maybe if your fever goes down enough, you can have a blanket, yeah?”, Jiung smiled sympathetically, “You wanna come and join us or eat here with Taeyang?” – “Here please, ‘m too dizzy an’ it’s too bright”, Keeho rasped, closing his eyes again.

While Jiung went to the kitchen to get each of the elders a bowl of soup, Intak slipped into the darkened room, placing a fresh box of tissues onto Taeyang’s nightstand and a bag of cough drops on Keeho’s. Shota and Jongseob had overheard that their hyungs didn’t want to leave their room because it was too bright, so they retrieved some decoration from the wardrobe in the hallway and already started to set some of it up while they waited for Jiung and Intak to be ready to eat dinner with them. They placed candles on the coffee and dining table, stringing up fairylights to all over the living room and kitchen. Shota found two lanterns, which he set up in the hallway to make it easier to find the way to the bathroom. When Jiung gave them a questioning look, Jongseob explained: “In case they feel lonely or bored and want to join us in the living room or if they need something from the kitchen during the night, so they find their way without having to turn on the ceiling lights.” Though he found the gesture sweet, Jiung doubted either of the eldest would feel up to getting out of bed anytime soon. “I’ll let them know their welcome to join us for a movie later, yeah?”, he offered, “If you’re done, go and eat, I’ll be right back.”

Since their bedroom was a little cramped trying to fit four people, Jiung, Intak, Shota and Jongseob hung out in the living room after dinner, watching TV and scrolling through their phones when they heard shuffling in the hallway. Keeho felt a little better now that the medicine had brought down his fever and he really wanted to spend at least some time with the group. He wasn’t as dizzy anymore and his headache was bearable, so he figured he’d join the rest for a movie. Taeyang didn’t necessarily trust the leader to walk there by himself though and sighed: “I don’t think I’ll be able to look at the TV screen but I don’t want to stay here alone, so let’s go together, I guess.” He handed Keeho a blanket because he was still shivering. Wrapping the blanket around his shoulders, Keeho popped a cough drop between his lips. He still felt cold though it wasn’t as painful as it had been earlier and he hoped the blanket would fix the remaining chills. Taeyang stuffed some tissues into his pockets before linking arms with Keeho, so they could venture out into the living room.

Jiung had told them their maknaes had decorated but they surely hadn’t expected it to be so cozy. Shota smiled when he spotted them, patting the spot next to him. Keeho smiled at him but didn’t want to get too close. Logically, he knew that he had shared a room with the two youngest the previous night, so if they were to catch his cold, the damage would’ve already been done but it didn’t feel right to him. “Feeling any better?”, Intak asked softly, as he watched the leader take a seat on the other couch. Keeho nodded as he got settled, Taeyang laying down with his head in the leader’s lap. Picking up a pillow to placed beneath the other’s head, Keeho smiled: “The medicine’s working for now and it’s really cozy out here, so I thought a change of scenery would be lovely.” – “I don’t think I can watch a movie because my eyes are still sore but I can’t leave this guy unsupervised or else he will get himself in trouble, so…”, Taeyang muttered, getting comfortable. Giving an embarrassed laugh, Keeho ran his fingers through the other’s hair and frowned: “It was one mistake, one, and I thought I was doing the right thing.” – “Taking a hot shower, refusing to eat, barely drinking enough water, not being able to take medicine because you didn’t eat, do you want me to keep going?”, Taeyang sniffled, “You’re feeling better now because you took medicine, guess what, you could’ve had that a long time ago. Don’t freaking scare me like that again.” It was only then that Keeho realized how genuinely worried the older was for him and he whispered an apology for not taking care of himself enough. With how exhausted Taeyang was, it barely took any time at all till he drifted off to Keeho playing with his hair. He couldn’t even remember which movie the group had decided to watch, just that he was comfy and finally able to relax.

#fanfic #fluff #comfort #fanfiction #sick #sickfic #p1harmony #flufftober2023 #flufftober

[jargonbyjulia]

“It’s impossible!”

I’ve heard the saying, “Mums get no days off.” It’s true and it isn’t. I know a couple of mums that get plenty of days off, with health retreats throughout the year, child-free holidays, and so on. Sometimes days off seem IMPOSSIBLE. Even getting through some days seems impossible. I get a few hours to myself; I like to get my nails done, and tomorrow I have a first hair appointment in six months - shock horror!

I have a two and a five year old, and I work part time. On Thursdays I work at home, and I like to think of that as my day “off”. I work in peace, I play my own music, I answer only to the ding of Teams’ notifications, emails and my stomach rumbles. Today is Thursday, and I had my two year old home sick from daycare. It’s barely just winter, and we’ve been knocked out at least twice already. I did my best to keep her entertained while I caught up on the work I started Tuesday, where seven meetings had me pretty tied up. We were doing fine, and she was enjoying being home with me, watching Peppa Pig on repeat, and eating through the snack shelf of the pantry.

At 11:00am, my daughter’s school called asking if I could pick up my preppy as she had a headache, fever and sore tummy. So I alerted work, bundled up my toddler and ran to the rescue. She wasn’t well, at all. We made her warm and gave her medicine, and suddenly it was 11:30am, which means nap time for the little one. I quickly answered emails, started writing an article and reviewed some work. I made sure miss five was comfortable and then put miss two down for her nap. After that, I made a quick couple of sandwiches for us, and ate at my desk. While answering 785 questions, including “How do you spell chicken?” and “What is 78 plus 802?” (from my child, not a colleague), I worked through my list for the day, trying my hardest to focus on the tasks at hand. Suddenly it’s 1:45pm and my two year old is awake, and I break my focus. Now it’s time to prepare her food and get her playing happily with her sister. It’s much easier than I had thought, so I can get back to my work. By 3pm, she’s sitting on my lap tapping away at the keys on my computer, asking why I have a spare TV (my second computer monitor) and she just has a lousy plastic phone with dead batteries.

The dog is whining as he hasn’t had a walk all day. My husband left for work at 8:30am, and he won’t be back until we are asleep at 10pm. Miss five goes downhill as suddenly as Melbourne’s morning temperatures, and needs her fever brought down, so there’s no leaving the house. I’m starting to think getting through this day is impossible, but we push through with more snacks, YouTube kids and a cranked heater.

At 4:30pm I’m cooking lamb chops from Monday and drafting my weekly wrap-up for work.

My phone rings. My husband asks, “How was your day?” I sigh and say it was busy. I read some feedback about my work as the kids eat dinner in front of the fire I made by rubbing two sticks together because everyone is “SO COLD!” and I take a breath. Only a quick one though, as I need to run the bath for two girls who identify solely as mermaids and then hit send on one more message before the end of the working day. COB they call it; Close of Business. (Mums don’t really have a COB though, do they?!)

I haven’t had a shower all day, and it’s 6:20pm. My youngest just shut her head in the fridge trying to make imaginary apple pie for the dog, there’s a full basket of clean laundry waiting to be folded on the kitchen table and I think the wombok I was relying on to substitute as salad leaf for my dinner is growing babies. But gosh, somehow I feel accomplished. There’s ice cream on the couch slowly seeping into the earth under our home, the iPads are dead and I am tired, so tired. But I’ve nearly ticked everything off my work to-do list, and, apart from fridge-headgate, the girls are now content, warm, full, laughing, and nearly ready for bed.

Mums do get days off, but not me today. And that’s ok! We got through it. I’m forever grateful for an extremely supportive workplace who understand what people, and mums, go through on a daily basis. No one pressured me to hit unrealistic deadlines, and everyone understood what I was going through, or at least sympathised or empathised with me. And in the end, it just makes me want to work smarter, and harder. In all aspects of my life.

There will be a glass or four poured tonight, and I’d say they are well deserved. I’ve just realised baby mermaid is due for her antibiotics, so I’ll end with one of our favourite Peppa Pig quotes, “It’s impossible!”

But really Peppa, NOTHING is impossible.

#momlife #mumlife #life #love #peppa pig #kids #dailyquote

[welcometotheravenclawcommonroom]

Thinking about how women or AFAB people like me with adhd are so often diagnosed late or misdiagnosed with something else or not diagnosed at all because we “don’t show the signs”. That’s bull shit, not only because we often manifest differently, but because we’re not even socially allowed to manifest the same.

My dad has adhd even though he won’t admit it, and I’m a lot like him in that I’m great at big picture stuff, big ideas, of daydreaming and worldbuilding and long lists of exciting things I want to do that I wouldn’t be able to finish even if I had a thousand lifetimes because there’s just so many. I’m creative and brilliant in that eccentric way that is so prized in men and dismissed in women as “flighty” and “airheaded”. Practical details like organizing schedules and logistics and making plans that are detailed and organized and not just a half-cocked idea are not things that come naturally to me. I’ve learned through hard practice and no small amount of ridicule for not being a competent and proper woman who could get shit done and multitask effectively.

Now I CAN do all those things, and I can do them well, and I’m glad I can do them well, but they’re still not things that come naturally. The amount of practice and proficiency (and help from medicine) makes it seem natural sometimes, but I got there through blood sweat and tears. Wrangling my brothers and meal planning and schedules and knowing every last thing that needs done is not my natural state but I learned it because it was expected of me and I was socialized to believe that I was deficient if I didn’t. And also partly because I learned that my dad would not do those things if I didn’t, and mom can’t do everything so we stepped up to help her way too young because everything we’d ever seen was telling us that men just weren’t good at these things. But I wasn’t either, and I learned because I had to, because I felt deficient if I didn’t, and yes, also because I wanted to be more self-reliant. If mom had to leave us with dad for any reason, my afab sibling and I were given the more detailed instructions on how to “make sure dad took care of everything,” because we were more reliable because dad never had to learn to be in a world not designed for ND people the way we did. It was surely a burden at times, for he functions chaotically and terribly in the managing of his own domestic life without a woman to help him. But it hasn’t hampered him all that much, because there was always a woman to help him.

Brilliant, they say about my dad. Genius, chaotic and eccentric but that’s okay, they’d say, because he’s so good at what he does in the areas he’s talented at. Clearly adhd to anyone who knows what to look for, but it doesn’t matter for him, because he’s a man and he’s brilliant so people will pick up his slack.

Nobody picked up my slack in the same ways. I had to learn to do it myself against the natural way my brain operates. I’m glad I did, but I resent that I wasn’t diagnosed earlier and given a kinder way to do it, because in a woman not only were those qualities my dad and I exhibit not practical or attractive, but they weren’t even thought to be adhd because nobody cares to look at why a woman may not be good at multitasking and scheduling and managing minutia the way women are “supposed” to be, but they want to fix us quickly and brutally to put us in our place, not to think about why we are this way, or how best to help us.

All while men get not only to be diagnosed, but accommodated, not forced to manage the things they are not as natural at even though they should, and that they could learn as so many girls do. But they see that nobody will force them, and they weaponize that incompetence for so long that I don’t think they even do it consciously, or realize that they are doing it.

Because hey, their brains don’t work that way.

A woman will fix it, they think, because women are just good at that stuff.

And they choose not to see the fact that so many of us are just like them, but for us it is not okay. For us it is not “natural.” And so we learn, slowly, painfully.

And the results are helpful, without question, but we could get the same results in a kinder way. And we could do that for everyone. But instead we praise men for classic adhd traits and punish women in the same breath for the same thing.

#mod des #adhd #long post #feminism #neurodivergencies #mysogyny #our society is broken and we need to fix it

[neganium]

Thoughts about Lilith and her condition below the cut.

Poor Lilith seems to be kind of groggy today. She’s seemed varying levels of groggy for the past few days, actually, technically... She had a place in her mouth that was bleeding, but it seems to have stopped. Her medicines take a lot out of her, still, tho; the new steroid is supposed to increase appetite, but it’s probably hard to contend with the probable nausea it also produces, along with the nausea caused by her twice-a-day pain meds and the general exhaustion that that one causes. So, idk that she’s eating much better than she did before; it doesn’t seem to be much worse, if at all, so at least there’s that.

I do understand that we’re just buying precious little time, at this rate. She’s not gonna have the energy that she once had. She’s probably gonna be tired and sedentary for the rest of the time she has left. We just hope she isn’t also hurting. I’m not ready to let go yet, but at the same time it’s kind of difficult to watch, yannow? I feel like in some way I’m gonna be relieved; bc you can’t dread the thing that’s already come to pass, right? Worrying about it now is stressful. There’s also the bills to consider, which will still be here. I guess it’s just trading one worry for another, then...

But also. I’ve lived in the same room as this animal for over ten years, now. None of this is fair, least of all to her. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. For the past few years we haven’t been decorating for Christmas bc we haven’t been hosting company (a fact for which I’m actually somewhat glad, seeing as we’re kind of poorly equipped to handle it; though I am sad about the lack of decorations or a tree at least); she loved hanging out on the rug underneath the tree- and also taking running leaps onto it sometimes, such that some years we had to leave it off, lmao, especially with the less stable tree. We more than likely won’t be able to give that to her, now. Not even that much. It isn’t fair. She doesn’t even sleep on the bed with me anymore; hardly even gets on it if I’m in it, or even if I’m not. She’s been slowing down for a while now, especially since the end of last year, but... idk.

#tw animal death #discussions of animal death #animal sickness tw #kind of vague/oblique but yannow. still There #also just generally depressing; I feel like I'm not sad enough or going to BE sad enough #but also it's still going to fucking Suck

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Kanato Dark [09]

Monologue

ーー I had a dream. 

I am standing at the very base,

of some kind of large tree. 

When I raise my head, a delicious-looking apple,

hangs from the branches, fully ripened.

I am parched. I want to quench this thirst.

So I extend my arm towards the apple to pluck it.

However,

I could not reach it.

Because just like charcoal, it crumbled,

and faded away ーー ...

ー Yui wakes up in Kino’s manor

*Rustle* 

Yui: ...Where am I...?

???: ...Have you awoken, Yui-san?

My name is Yuuri. This is Kino’s manor. 

Yui: Kino-kun’s...!? 

Yuuri: Rest assured. I have no intention of harming you. 

You appeared to have been injured, hence why I carried you in here. 

Yui: ( Now that he mentions it, I’ve got bandages wrapped around my body. )

...I see. Thank you very much. 

E-Excuse me! Where is Kanato-kun...? He should have been there with me as well!

Yuuri: Unfortunately, I have not seen him. 

Yui: I see...

I’ll go look for hiーー

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: ( Uu...My body won’t move. I guess it’s because I took a huge blow...? )

???: ーー That was quite the disaster. 

Yui: Kino-kun...

Kino: I don’t think anyone could have predicted for such a thing to happen right then, right there. 

You should have seen the look on Kanato’s face when he realized that you were the one he sent flying! Ahaha! It was priceless!

Yui: ( I wonder why he seems so happy...? )

Selection

→ Refute his statement (❦)

Yui: ...I’m grateful that you saved me, but you don’t need to be so rude. 

( How could you, Kino-kun... )

→ Remain quiet 

Yui: ( ...However, he has been like this ever since I met him, hasn’t he? )

( No point in trying to say anything about it. )

Kino: Well, I’d say rest is the best medicine. ...Let’s go, Yuuri. 

Yuuri: Yes. 

ー The two of them leave the room

Yui: ...

Uu...Uu...

( Kanato-kun, where have you gone...? )

ー The scene shifts to the living room at the Sakamaki manor

Ayato: Haah...Seriously, what are we gonna do now?

Laito: Hmー ...Good question. We better come up with a plan while Kanato-kun refuses to leave his room...

Subaru: Oi, Reiji. What will we do if this keeps up? 

Reiji: If Kanato continues to simply turn a blind eye to everything and fails to take up his responsibility as a ruler...

I can only assume that we will eventually lose our home and have to become fugitives. 

It was thanks to none other than Father that we were able to live in peace up till now...

Shuu: Why did the Old Man pass his powers down to Kanato...?

He should have been able to figure this would happen, no...?

ー Kanato walks up to them

Kanato: ...I’m hungry. Reiji, make me something.

Reiji: More importantly, what happened to her?

Kanato: Why does that matter? Not my problem. 

Reiji: ...This is pointless. 

ー Reiji walks away

Kanato: Reiji! Where do you think you’re going!? 

Reiji: I am leaving. I do not want to stay on a sinking ship. 

Ayato: ...Well, Reiji’s right.

Laito: Sorry, Kanato-kun~ I’d rather avoid getting involved with any more trouble as well. 

Kanato: ...!

...Just like that, you guys keep on pushing all responsibilities onto me time after time...

However, I won’t let you act as you please any longer!

*Woosh* 

ー The scene shifts back to the bedroom at Kino’s manor

*Rustle*

Yui: ...Haah.

Monologue

What if Kanato-kun’s powers ran rampantーー ?

Even though such worries (不安) fill my head,

I am unable of leaving this place,

as I am left feeling simply frustrated. 

I wonder if Kanato-kun is alright? 

I do feel as if I heard someone’s voice (声), right before I lost consciousness...

I wonder what that voice was saying?

When I close my eyes, I can only think of Kanato-kun. 

Back then, I completely failed to notice,

Kino-kun silently watching me,

from the shadows. 

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #kanato sakamaki #lekanatodark9

[psioniciris]

Blood Blossoms & Other Healing Herbs

Hey guys! Sorry it’s been so long since my last post. Been doing a lot of investigating around Amity Park and research in general so there’s so much history here. I barely know where to start half the time when it comes to what topics to talk about because there are so many.

So in the end I decided hey, why not talk about some interesting facts I’ve learned about natural anti-ghost deterrents? You know, the usual where we separate fact from fiction when it comes to what works and what’s nothing but Hollywood movie magic. I actually have a friend that knows a lot about this sort of thing so I got most of my information from them.

Oh! And huge shout out to Danny who let me borrow this antique sketch of his ghost hunting ancestor, John Fenton Nightingale, which I’ll get into talking about a bit later. He’s not the friend I’m talking about either by the way but I did learn a lot thanks to him and talking to his parents. Boy was that an experience because it took forever to get them to let me leave. I get that they were excited to talk to me about their ghost expertise but my dad wasn’t thrilled that I got home hour later than planned. Danny warned me this would happen but I guess I underestimated their enthusiasm.

Anyways, in my experience, nothing beats the classics but for safety reasons I would take a minute to share a quick disclaimer and tell everyone be sure to take what I’m about to say with a grain of salt since a lot of it only works in specific situations depending on the kind of ghosts we’re talking about here. Sadly, as much as I wish the joke I snuck in there was true the myth about making lines or circles of salt to ward off or trap ghosts and evil spirits doesn’t seem to work. But what does work is the thought behind doing it in the first place since its usually a means to cleanse an area of negative energy...

You see, just like the rest of us ghosts have feelings too, but theirs are a bit more intense than others because they’re now supernatural beings whose powers are often tied to their emotions. Some ghosts even feed off of OUR emotions to gain more power, especially through very strong or negative ones so its a good idea to keep your spirits up around them And I mean that literally since it will help make you a lot less appetizing to them. That’s why even if the actual method of purifying your home isn’t a surefire way to keep ghosts and other unfriendly visitors away I’d highly suggest doing it anyway by doing things burning sage, aka smudging, or placing crystals around your home.

On the topic of plants, the best known ghost repellent is called Blood Blossom. It’s an ancient plant that once grew in Salem and a few other isolated locations I’m still looking for back in the 1600′s and was used in a wide variety of ways, including cooking if you can believe it! Unfortunately though, as far as I’m aware of this rare flower went extinct some time ago and you can’t find live specimens of them anywhere. I did manage to track down a sample of some petals that had been pressed between the pages of an old journal and according to my friend, these flowers were often used in to make all kinds of things ranging from  tea, since they’re edible believe it or not, to healing salves made with a mixture of other medicinal herbs with natural anti-ghost properties.

There are a lot of herbs you can still find today that can help keep ghosts and other spooky stuff away, but I won’t list them all since that would take forever. All you need to know is that most stories about plants with supernatural powers? Yeah, almost all of them are true. They’re not as powerful as those ancient Blood Blossoms were according to all the books I’ve read, but if you know what you’re doing most of them can get the job done of keeping you safe.

And like I said before though, using any of these plants only works in a case by case scenario. For one thing, yes wolvesbane can act as a werewolf repellent if you need it, but the real plant is extremely poisonous to humans so I’d suggest against planting any in your garden without the proper safety equipment:

“... Since ancient times, poison made from wolfsbane has been used to coat swords and arrows in battle, execute criminals, commit murder, and has made its way into many spells and rituals. In medieval Europe, some magical uses for the plant wrapping wolfsbane seeds in lizard’s skin and carrying them to become invisible (if you ever try this, please report back!), warding off werewolves and vampires, and shapeshifting into animals.” ~ https://www.osgf.org/blog/2021/10/25/the-most-magical-plants

No matter what you do though, always do your research before trying anything out! It’s never a good idea to mess around with unfamiliar plants and herbs either way unless you know which ones are safe. Leave the ghost hunting to the professionals like the Fenton’s (kinda) or our very own Danny Phantom. Honestly, I’d say the easiest thing to do is carry some mint leaves on you since that’s the safest to get and on it’s own it isn’t harmful to anyone, only bad ghosts who let’s face it...could probably use a breath mint anyway.

#Danny Phantom #danny phantom roleplay #danny phantom rp #danny phantom oc #iris brooks #psionic iris #psioniciris #blood blossoms #healing herbs #anti-ghost plants #supernatural remedies #wolvesbane #sage smudging #crystals #john fenton nightingale #ghost repellent #danny fenton #family history #ghost hunters

[sunshine304]

Legend of Fei Ep 35

We start with some exposition! Shen Tianshu was in the Anping army (have we heard this before and I’ve just forgotten it or is this brand-new information, hm) and helped Hu Tianying as she fled from Big Medicine Valley. You know, after she destroyed it all because her master said that she was only good at poisons instead of healing and therefore would not make a good new master. I guess it was love at first sight.

Hu Tianying wants to go herself and kill Zhou Fei while she’s searching for the grass. Then she wants to help Shen Tianshu looking for the HTYS. I guess that even though Tianying is gravely ill, she is still better of right now than Shen Tianshu? Okay then.

Luo Tiankuang gets a new task from Hu Tianying. (We don’t know what, though.)

Zhou Fei asks the monks about the HTYS because that stupid thing seems to haunt her and now she really wants to know what it’s all about. The monks are like, “Yeah, understandable. But we can’t tell you. Please go ask your father.” Thanks for nothing, I guess! You obviously know about this thing, so why send her away from the important errant of getting the grass by first seeking out her father?

A-Fei doesn’t want to go and see Xie Yun before she leaves because she’s afraid that she won’t be able to leave his side again. T_T

A-Fei visits her father Lord Gantang, whom we haven’t seen in forever I think, at an army camp. It’s also been a long time since these two saw each other, but the show doesn’t want to tell us exactly how long. XD

He gifts her a new sword that he searched for a long time. He says that so many legendary blades have been lost or destroyed but he wanted to get her a really good one, and finally found this one. Optimistic of him considering Zhou Fei’s history of breaking swords. XD

Let’s check in with the one braincell trio! The boys are being their usual himbo selves. Ying Hecong is trying to get Yang Jin to drink some kind of poison so he can study its effects. Okay then. XD Li Yan has gotten a letter from A-Fei telling them that she is looking for Zhuming Grass. Ying Hecong is sad that Xie Yun still hasn’t died. That XY is truly hindering his scientific studies! XD

Sword exposition! Zhou Fei’s new blade was made by Lu Run who only made this one sword. He also had three disciples: one founded Big Medicine Valley, one the Qi School, and one went to the military.

Now we’re getting a flashback for Xie Yun because he hasn’t done anything but die for three episodes and the show wants to remind us why we love him! :D

We see Xie Yun’s first time out in the jianghu after living with the monks for such a long time. He doesn’t have a lot of money and runs out quickly, mainly because he gives some away freely to beggars on the street even though he himself is going hungry. But his good heart and helpful character lead to good things. When he gives advice to a storyteller about how he could make his stories better, he later gets a share of the man’s earnings because his advice brought in much more money. That’s also how Xie Yun gets the idea of making money with lyrics and poems, and Madame Nichang’s Feather Robe Troupe is mentioned. We of course know that they had a long-standing arrangement of Xie Yun providing the troupe with songs and poems to perform.

Xie Yun eats with the beggars and leaves them a poem on the wall. The army shows up and he hides in the rafters from them as they seem to be looking for him. This works because no-one in this show looks up above their heads when searching for someone, ever. XD

End flashback and Xie Yun is finally awake! Wang Yibo plays weak and suffering very well! They also gave him very pale lipstick to show how seriously ill he is. His first action after waking up is that he wants to draw something for A-Fei. The love is real! <3

Meanwhile, A-Fei learns from her father that the HTYS contains important treasures (though her father doesn’t know which ones) and that Shen Tianshu was in the army.

Oh no, Chen Zichen shows up…

He’s the third prince but Zhou Fei completely and rudely ignores him. XD Her father didn’t expect him and internally is like, “WTF is going on”. He tells A-Fei to greet Zichen. She does so, but in the most lacklustre, perfunctory and bitchy way I’ve ever seen. XD Xichen reacts with a sincerely meant, “Oh no, no need to be courteous!” XD Like, kid, she’s super pissed at you because Xie Yun unlocked his powers to safe you (because you’re the stupidest kid to ever live) and is now dying.

Zhou Fei leaves, ignoring Zichen. He smiles after her, sappily.

Oh.

Oh no.

OMG no!!! Stop talking!

OMG this is so embarrassing…

Xichen: “Well, I come because of a private matter regarding myself and Miss Fei.” Zhou Yitang draws the only logical conclusion because he knows his daughter and goes, “If she has offended you, I apologise…” but no, that’s not what Chen Zichen is on about. It’s much worse.

XD XD XD

Zichen: “I only think of her since I’ve met her and I want to marry her!” (basically, that’s the gist of it) Zhou Yitang: “For your own safety, don’t bother her.” Ohhh boy that sure is blunt. XD XD XD

This was the worst.

Thank god there’s a palate cleanser now because the show’s very own goddess Madame Nichang has another scene!

Li Sheng has found her and hopes she can cure Chuchu. Madam Nichang first scares him a bit until he starts begging on his knees, then she’s like, “Ah silly boy, she wore some safety armour, she’ll be fine after a few days of sleep and medicine.”

Meanwhile, Li Yan and the boys are at the Cloud Raising Valley (Little Medicine Valley) where A-Fei should show up soon because it’s where to get the Zhuming grass. Turns out Yang Jin is the sect leader here and had just fucked off. XD

We learn this from a very passive-aggressive disciple. XD No outsider is allowed to see the route into the village, so Li Yan and Ying Hecong get blindfolded. Li Yan pouts over it.

Yang Jin argues with his elder about all of this and then says he’ll go to the dangerous back hills himself to look for the grass even though he will likely die there. Ying Hecong approves of this because he doesn’t want to die. XD

Yang Jin says he doesn’t want to be sect leader anymore and someone else should do it. The elder is pissed. This is escalating quickly. XD Now the elder wants to punish Yang Jin and arrest (and kill I guess) Li Yan and Ying Hecong because Yang Jin shouldn’t have brought them along in the first place.

Li Yan and Ying Hecong can flee because everyone in that village is kinda incompetent. They wander around in the woods for a bit until they happen upon two guards whom they knock unconscious with one of Hecong’s poisons.

#legend of fei #you fei #yunfei #zhou fei #xie yun #my posts #my gifs #cdrama #sabrina watches legend o f fei

[theshadytree123]

So here’s a little something I wrote for Halloween. Yes, I know it’s literally Thanksgiving right now, but I’m currently very sick and very bored, so have fun, I suppose.

It’s a set of diary entries written by Valerie Landrey, the owner of an apothecary shop band the mentor figure of one of my main characters, Ankis Brice, who is known as Ante Akari in the story (1. Yes, she’s named after that weird doctor lady from I’m the Grim Reaper. I think she was the main character or something? I don’t know, its been like 2 years since I read that webtoon and I remember nothing except I think liked it and it was kind of sad.

2. You may notice that I use she/her pronouns in my little spiel at the top here for Ankis, but Valerie uses he/him pronouns for Ante in the story. That is because Ankis is trans and this story is written before she transitioned, and yes, it did feel vaguely like a social faux pas the entire time I wrote this story as I repeatedly used the wrong pronouns for this character. Feel free to scream at me in the comments about it or something)

Am I happy about how this story came to out? Not particularly. Especially the ending. It doesn’t really make sense if you don’t know the rest of the story, and how things go in the Arc Ankis shows up in. (Spoiler alerts: she’s now a zombie who’s also a traveling healer and in this “will they won’t they” relationship with this ex-priest lady who’s also a main character. Things got complicated real quick.) But I’ve been looking at this thing for like a month now and I’m completely blind to how it actually looks, so I letting the whole world see it as I lay in my bed watching my party get absolutely demolished by that stupid Fire Lady in Dragonheir and think about writing a silly short story set in a super school for my characters.

Six Drops of Oil, Pressed from the Ragata Flower

Threeday, 3rd of Middle Winter, Year 211 ATS

I lost another bet with Ariadne today, so I have to actually do one of my Arkarus Resolutions. Starting a diary seemed like the least annoying, so here we are. I really should stop making bets with her. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she’s a Seer. If you are reading this while I’m still alive, kindly stop. Especially you Gallas! I know where your rock collection is. Don’t test me. If I’m not alive, then feel free to keep going. What do I care? I’m dead!

I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Valerie Landrey. I grew up in the slum district of Sekan, and now I run an apothecary here tailored to my neighbors who likely don’t have the money for the “luxury” of medicine. Whether or not my brews actually work well is… complicated. I don’t exactly have the best materials to work with, but I try my best and they usually turn out okay. It’s not like my customers complain. They know beggars can’t be choosers.

Sixday, 26th of Old Autumn, Year 216 ATS

So… I may have done something stupid… I took home a child. Look, Ariadne already screamed herself hoarse when she saw him. Why would you take home another mouth to feed, there’s a bunch of street children out there, what’s another one, blah, blah, blah. It felt weird to just leave him there though, you know? He was a scrappy little thing, and the obvious malnourishment didn’t help much. He’s a smart kid though, even tried this whole distraction technique before pickpocketing me. Not that it worked, mind you, but he’s got spunk. It'll be good to have someone to continue the shop after I’m six feet under, anyway. What’s the worst that could happen?

Fiveday, 15th of New Summer, Year 220 ATS

Taking in Ante that day four years ago was the best decision I ever made. That kid’s a genius. You wouldn’t believe the stuff he’s making! My brews had never worked that well. It’s too bad that we couldn’t publicly give him credit for all the work he’s doing, but Deitri discrimination is at an all time high lately. I’m worried about who can be the salesperson for the shop after I’m gone. This place is crucial to the lives of everyone in the slums district. Elves live for a long time, but I’m gonna kick the bucket eventually. For now though, things are good. We’ve even got a few rich customers lately that we could overcharge, so we’re rolling in cash!

Twoday, 2nd of Old Winter, Year 221 ATS

The Count of Borslaot is dead. To be honest, good riddance to bad rubbish. That guy was a nasty piece of work. I heard that he was poisoned, though. It’s just a rumor but I wouldn’t be surprised if it's true. It’s not like he had a shortage of enemies to choose from.

On less nice news, today someone spotted Ante walking around in the shop and called him a demon-spawn. Ante said that it didn't bother him, but I could tell he was angry. Honestly, the discrimination against Deitri is just getting worse. I’m worried that Ante’s going to get shanked or poisoned one day when I’m not looking just because of who he is.

Sixday, 26th of New Spring, Year 222 ATS

Another noble died today. That’s three in as many weeks. Their family had hired me to see if I could tell the cause of death, and Good Calcine. I’m surprised no one threw up while we were there. I’m surprised I didn’t throw up. There was blood everywhere. Dripping out of the body’s eyes, it’s nose, it’s mouth, you name it, there was blood coming out. The bedsheets were practically soaked with crimson. The body had bloody scratch marks all over their throat made from their own fingernails, and their larynx was completely busted, likely from screaming. I’m surprised no one heard them screeching in agony while they died. I could tell the cause of death was a poison, but not what kind. I asked Ante, and he couldn’t figure it out either. There was no trace of any other evidence left behind either. Whoever did this was good. Scarily good.

Twoday, 2nd of Middle Spring, Year 222 ATS

The Poisoner has struck again, and this time, it was a commoner. It wasn’t anyone I knew personally, but Gallas did. He said it was one of his coworkers. They weren’t particularly close - in fact, they practically hated each other, but it still hurt. At first, the killings almost felt like retribution, like the killer was punishing the nobles for their corruption, but this is quickly getting out of hand. Ariadne and Gallas stopped by to chat for a little bit after the shop closed today. Ariadne still doesn’t particularly like Ante, but they’ve learned to be at least cordial with each other. Gallas, on the other hand, loves him. They’ve been on several expeditions outside the city over the years, picking flowers and herbs for the shop. It's clear that he has absolutely no idea what he’s doing when he goes with him, but it's still nice to see him try.

Nineday, 9th of Middle Autumn, Year 222 ATS

People are starting to drop like flies. Half of the major noble families have been wiped out. The city is in shambles. So many power vacuums have opened up, that at this point it's just pandemonium. Ante has been holing up in the back lab for the entire tenday, experimenting with something. I think he’s trying to find a way to cure whatever the Poisoner is using. I’ve barely seen him at all, even for meals. I hope he’s been eating and sleeping enough.

The Darkening is going to begin next month, but I haven’t seen anyone prepare at all. They’re too busy running around freaking out about this Poisoner. You’d think that Calcine, the Burning Sun going out for two days would be more concerning, but I suppose after 222 years of dealing with it every year, I guess it’s not all that exciting anymore. I wonder if anyone would ever find a way to stop the Darkening from spreading. I doubt it. How do you stop something if you don’t even know the cause?

Sevenday, 17 of Middle Winter, Year 222 ATS

There’s been a new victim. It was Ariadne. Yesterday, I woke up to the sound of the front door opening. I had looked to see who it was, and I saw Gallas struggling to close and lock the door, hands trembling. He was still dressed in his night clothes despite the cold temperature. I immediately ran up to him asking, “Good Calcine! Gallas, why are you here? Where’s Ariadne?”

He turned around, his body shaking like a leaf, and from that angle, I could see all of the dried blood caked on his hands and clothing. He collapsed into my arms, muttering, “It’s my fault, it’s my fault, it’s all my fault.”

He organized a funeral for her today, being her next of kin. We all grew up as street kids, so it’s not the first friend I’ve lost, but I thought we were past that part of our lives. The part where we live in fear of what’s to come everyday. I suppose it never truly ends.

Threeday, 33rd of New Winter, Year 222 ATS

They found the Poisoner. They let him have some final words before the executioner cut his head off. I can still hear them echoing in my head. I’ve inscribed them here, for you to see.

“When I was a small child, my parents were shoemakers. Simple folk, but kind. But someone just couldn’t let them be. Someone had just had to punish them for the crime of birthing a demonspawn. So they fixed it. They snuck in one day, chopped their heads off, and paraded them in front of me, their little cursed demon child. Everyone knew who did it, they all knew who killed them. But no one did anything. Too afraid, perhaps. Or maybe they agreed with him. Who knows? That person soon became the Count of Borslaot. And we all know what happened to him. Six drops of oil, pressed from the Ragata flower. That’s all it took to kill my first victim. And the next. And the next. I want you all to remember how fragile your lives are. Maybe then, it’ll serve as a good enough warning for you all the next time you try to feign ignorance.”

Everyone is celebrating Finid outside. It’s always been a frantic holiday. People trying to get all of their affairs in order before the Darkening. I think I’ll be staying inside this time. I’d like to find all of Ante’s things so I can put them into the grave they dug for him. Or maybe I’ll just burn them. I haven’t decided yet.

The Second Day of the Darkening, Year 222 ATS

It’s fitting, how I’m going to die just before the new year begins. I can hear them searching for me in the house. Whether it's the nobles coming to tie off loose ends, or someone new, I know they are coming for me, and I know they will find me. They really were quite clever, doing this during the Darkening. Plenty of people die during it anyway. No one will think foul play is involved. I wonder if I’ll see Ante when I die. He better hope not. I have a few words for him after what he did to Ariadne.

#fiction #fantasy #literature #my writing #writing #original writing #orginal story #does anyone know where your supposed to put the more break on your posts? #I put them right after my little intro but is there actually a proper place to put them?

[marlena-immortale]

New Experiences: Part 1

Summary: Damiano wants to explore a new kink and is nervous to bring it up with you, but you ease his nerves. 

CW: SMUT, masturbation, anal play, choking, d/s dynamic (dom reader), dirty talk, discussion of pegging 

Word Count: 2.3k

Damiano David is a confident man. Anyone that’s met him can see it. He knows he’s hot and he doesn’t care what other people think of him, except for you. He holds your opinion very highly and definitely cares what you think about him. So when he discovers something new about himself that he wants to try out, he is very hesitant to bring it up to you. He knows that you’d never judge him and you’d probably even be into it, but his nervousness seems to still be weighing on him. 

A few weeks ago, Damiano was scrolling through Instagram when he found a post of a man dressed in panties, arching his back and bent over, with a woman’s hand on his back pushing him down. He could feel his cheeks heat up and couldn’t help but screenshot the picture (for research purposes only of course). He didn’t know why it had such an effect on him but he decided to file that away to deal with at another time. 

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Days later, you were out with your friends and Damiano had the whole house to himself. He lays down on your shared bed, cuddled up in the freshly-washed sheets. He opens his phone and finds the picture his mind just won’t let go of. Without realizing it, his other hand drifts down his own body, pretending it’s the girl’s in the picture, or better yet, your hand. He imagines your breath in his ear as you push him down into the mattress. His hand tucks inside his underwear and starts playing with his half-hard dick. 

He lets out a frustrated moan as he imagines your hips pressing into his ass. He puts his phone down, his imagination more than enough now, and brings his other hand down the back of his underwear, reaching in as he shifts to lean more on his side. His finger makes its way down further and he presses it lightly to his hole. He gasps at the new sensation but it turns into a moan once he decides that he really likes the feeling. He lets himself experiment a bit and starts rubbing little circles against his rim. His mind clouds with thoughts of you telling him what a good boy he’s being, moaning so loud and making such pretty noises while he explores himself. He can feel this new sensation all over his body and instantly knows that this will be a staple in his self-pleasure routine from now on. 

His other hand quickens its pace on his cock as he reaches his climax much quicker than expected. He can feel his hole contract on the very tip of his finger as he cums all over himself, his body shaking with pleasure. He sits there for a moment, processing what he just did and how good it felt, realizing that he definitely has to work up the courage to bring it up with you now. 

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The next day, he wakes up to an empty bed and the smell of coffee and carries himself to the kitchen to find you making espresso. You turn around to see your lovely boyfriend clad only in his snug underwear and open oversized flannel falling off his toned shoulders. A smile spreads across your face at the sight, pouring two cups of coffee. You can tell that he seems a little nervous for some reason by his hesitancy to walk closer to you like he normally would. He stays rooted by the doorway, shifting his weight from one foot, to the other, to the doorframe, and back. 

“Everything ok baby?” you ask while setting cups down on the table in front of him and pulling out the two chairs and sitting down. Damiano follows your lead and sits across from you, taking a sip from his coffee. 

“Yeah, everything’s fine…. I just have something I wanna talk to you about,” he confesses, his eyes casting down at his cup held tightly in his hands. 

You try not to get nervous yourself at his hesitancy to tell you. “Okay, what is it? You can tell me anything,” you respond, reaching to take one of his hands in your own, stroking his thumb. The gesture calms him down a bit and he takes a deep breath before replying.

“There’s something new I want to try…. like, in the bedroom,” he says, attempting to maintain eye contact the whole time. You instantly relax, a small smile now on your face, knowing it’s not anything serious and that you’d be happy to try anything he’s interested in.

“I’ve been thinking that maybe we could try…. pegging?” he says, surprised at his own hesitancy to admit his secret to you. You’re not sure why he was so nervous, it’s not like you haven’t casually brought it up before or joked around about it. In fact, you’re more than willing to try it out with him and already have some fun ideas swirling around in your head about how this could go. 

“Is that all? I’d love to fuck you darling,” you offer with a smile, threading your fingers through his own now sweaty ones. His face fills with relief and he lets go of some of the tension in his shoulders. “How about we go to my favorite sex shop and pick something out together?” you offer. 

“That sounds good. You’re really into this right? You’re not just doing this for me?” 

“Oh trust me, I am most definitely into this,” you say as you stand up and stalk over to his side of the table, climbing onto his lap, running your hands over his chest. “I can’t wait to have you trembling beneath me, my cock deep inside of you,” you whisper into his ear. You hear a soft whimper come from his mouth.  

Your words ease his worries, and also makes his heart beat a little faster and breath get a little heavier. You take his jaw into your hand and guide him to look up at you as you continue, “I’ll take it slow though baby, don’t worry. I’ll have you all stretched out and ready for me. You’ll be making such pretty noises for me, I promise it’ll feel so good”. You can see his eyes dilate and feel him getting a little excited when you shift your hips in his lap. Your hand travels lower to wrap lightly around his neck and his head tilts up, allowing you more access to feel his blood pumping under his skin. “How’s that sound baby boy? Do you like the sound of that?” 

He nods dumbly and you let him try again. “Words sweetheart,” you urge. 

“Yes, yes that sounds… really nice”.

“Yeah? Good. Why don’t you use that pretty voice to tell me exactly what you want” you whisper. It’s so easy for you to have him blushing and whimpering like putty in your hands. You just barely tighten your fingers around his throat and listen to his breath hitch and a pathetic noise leave his mouth, surprising even him. 

“I want you…” he trails off. 

“Aww, did my baby get all shy?” you coo at him. 

“I um, I want you to… I want you to shove your fingers inside me and thrust so deep I can feel you everywhere. I bet you’d just love to see me all helpless and fucked out,” he says, his bratty energy coming out in full force. His eyes are dark and lidded as he looks at you with a smirk. You raise an eyebrow, a smirk appears on your own face, seeing how he wants to play this game now. 

“You’re right baby, I would love that, to have you writhing and desperate, grinding your hips down onto me,” you say with a tight grip on his throat and the other hand slipping down to his inner thigh for emphasis. A broken whine escapes his pretty lips and you feel his erection growing against your ass. 

“But I guess you’ll just have to wait for now,” you say with a cocky smile, and swiftly lift yourself off of him with a quick kiss to his cheek, leaving him turned on and missing the feeling of you on his lap. 

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   The next day, you’re on your way to the sex shop, Damiano practically hanging off of you as you walk to the entrance, a lazy smile plastered across both of your faces. When you get to the shop, you immediately guide him to the section in the front where you know the strap-on harnesses are. His cheeks heat up, imagining you wearing it, and his head instantly goes to burrow into the space between your neck and shoulder. You run your fingers through his hair, stroking his scalp soothingly and when you see that it’s just an embarrassed smile on his face and not anything bad, you pick out a nice leather harness and lead him to the dildo section. 

You can tell that he’s getting all shy and a little subby so you decide to play with him a bit. “Why don’t you pick out one you like, sweetheart?” you ask him, your fingers tilting his chin up and to the wall of dildos in front of you. He looks around, flustered and slightly overwhelmed by all the decisions. He’s still attached to your side, acting less bratty than usual, being too out of his element to attempt to annoy you. This sweeter side of him is just about the cutest thing you’ve ever seen and you plan to see just how sweet you can make him. 

“I want you to pick it out for me,” he whispers, still a little ashamed even though there’s no one nearby. 

“Are you sure baby?” you ask, honored that he trusts you to make the best decision for him. 

“Yes,” he says, nodding while pawing at your waist like a little puppy wanting all of your attention. You melt seeing him be so cute and submissive for you. 

You look to the wall of dildos and find the perfect one; a pretty pastel pink one that’s as close as you can find to Damiano’s actual size, “so you can get a taste of your own medicine,” you say with a wink, placing it in your basket. 

His blush deepens pinker than the dildo realizing that he’s intimidated by his own length. You guide him further into the store, the both of you still with stupid smiles across your face, so enamored and in love with each other. You find the lingerie section and pick out a pretty white lacy set for him, knowing he loves the feeling of lace against his skin and knowing just how sexy  he’ll look in it.

You pick up a few more supplies you’ll need for the big night and check out at the counter before walking back to the car. As soon as you put the bag in the backseat and get situated in your seat, you look over at your beautiful boyfriend and sub to find him looking more embarrassed than he has been all day which was strange considering you’re alone now and not staring at a wall of dildos. 

You look down to see the cause of Damiano’s embarrassment; the growing bulge in his pants. You smile, knowing how shy he gets about getting hard so easily. 

“Aw, my poor sensitive puppy, always so easily turned on,” you say, leaning in close, your breath on his neck and your fingers brushing gently across his clothed erection, teasing him. As soon as he whimpers and starts to buck up into your hand, you sit back up and start the car. 

“Nooo, please touch me,” he whines when you start pulling out of the parking lot. 

You laugh and respond, “Well if you behave like a good boy, I’ll give you a nice reward when we get home”. He pouts but doesn’t say anything else. “Are you gonna be a good boy for me?”

“Yes, I promise,” Damiano desperately responds, needing some sort of release. 

“Okay then, I want you to unzip your pants, pull your cock out, and make yourself cum,” you instruct him, keeping your eyes on the road ahead of you. His hands immediately fumble at his zipper, trying to get it down as quickly as possible. He pulls his pants and underwear down just far enough to pull himself out of them and immediately begins softly stroking. You can feel yourself getting turned on hearing his noises beside you as you navigate your car along the highway. He gasps as his thumb rubs across his tip, his head thrown back and hips moving of their own accord.    

“C’mon baby, I know you can do better than that,” you encourage him condescendingly. 

“Please, I need your hand,” Damiano begs you as he desperately strokes himself, staring at your hands clutching the steering wheel. 

“Aw honey, I know you can do it yourself. You’re being such a good boy for me,” you say. Your words bring him closer to his climax as his hand speeds up on his cock. The car fills with the beautiful sounds of Damiano’s moans and gasps and quiet whimpers of your name that barely are able to make it past his lips. He only needs a few more strokes until he’s loudly moaning and spilling all over his own hand and shirt. 

“This is gonna be fun,” you say, a big smile on your face as Damiano catches his breath, recovering from his orgasm.

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[rcksmith]

I want to do bad things with you — Five Hargreeves

Request: “6 from fluff and 4 and 8 from smut list for five hargreeves?”

Fluff Prompts:

6. “I’m going to marry you one day.”

Smut Prompts;

4. “Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”

8. “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope it got close to what you wanted. ❤️ This is a heavy smut, I was in a bad mood, sorry jsnsjsnsjsn.

Guys, I really understand who doesn't feel comfortable reading or writing Five's smut. But I always say that I only write with him (any genre: romance, fluff or angst) with the notion that Five is 20 years old here. All of my fanfics mention swearing or sex, even if it is a memory or something shallow, but as I am writing with Five as an adult, it is consistent that the fic has aspects of an adult life.//

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, bad words and bad smuut.

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Five Hargreeves were many adjectives. Genius, superhero, handsome, dangerous, sinic, arrogant, born leader, among other things. His energy was intense and mysterious, and looking him for too long was like facing the stormy sea: dangerous and risky, but extremely fascinating.

He carried many adjectives on his back, is truth, and domineering was one of them. His life was a constant line of stress, problems and exasperation, Five felt irritated most of the time, so relieving all that stress in sex was... it was fucking good.

Normally, his emotions were always on a tight leash, under iron control. Five was composed, controlled, taking everything rationally. Even in sex, when he vented all his anger, he was conscious. Until you show up.

You were a little, sweet, lyrical little thing and... fuck, you had an angel face that made Five clench his jaw as soon as he laid eyes on you. And then controlling yourself became a much more difficult task. You had a cunning, catlike look, but an face so pure that it hooked Five into the his soul.

He couldn't get involved with you, he repeated that every fucking day. Five could barely look in your direction without wanting to hold your angel face and kiss you with the fury of hell. Five wanted to fold you in front of him, slap your ass until you blush and hear you whimpering his name. He wanted to do all the dark things in his mind to break your doll energy.

Five Hargreeves was many things, but the irony of all was how they swayed when he fell in love with you. It was inevitable. Over the months, while trying to control his thoughts, he found himself admiring your intelligence and sense of humor. He started to notice how you loved sweet tea and had headaches when you had coffee, which is why he started to leave a migraine medicine in the kitchen if you needed to.

With the days, Five now hid his smile when you laughed at something stupid and admired how the world seemed sweeter when you were happy.

And that's when he kissed you. And his whole view changed. When he held your face between his hands and tasted your lips, Five felt like he was touching Egyptian crystal, and then the urge to protect you was born. He didn't want anything or anyone to hurt you, anyway. Five touched you so delicately and made sure that nothing bothered you.

So that's when you two slept together. Fuck, it was so fucking hard for him. Extraordinarily difficult because Five wanted to make you scream and fuck you so hard. It was difficult as hell because he wanted to hit your ass and thigh so hard that he could see the marks tomorrow. And... son of a bitch, even though you moaned and squirmed, you looked like a fucking angel. And the desire to desecrate something so pure became even bigger.

And that was why he avoided touching you during those hours. He kept his hands on the mattress, on the headboard, on the walls or on the pillows, avoided touching you as much as possible. Because Five knew... it was already too hard not to fuck you rough, hard and intense, if he touched you... it would be the end. He didn't even want to kiss you too much, or suck on your skin, because one thing would lead to another and... God, you fucked his mind!

It was after a few months that he realized he loved you. And your relationship will become even more serious.

"I love you so much.” You whispered on his lips one day, with the cold and rain falling outside, and you curled in him up like a pet.

Five nodded, him lips on you forehead, brushing them there as appreciated what that phrase did to him. You two had already said that a few months ago, but you loved to keep repeating it and Five appreciated how right the universe felt when you said that.

“I'm going to marry you one day.” He sighed through your hair, lowering lips to yours before receiving your ecstatic and passionate screams.

But the more love grew in you two, the more hunger, lust and sin grew within Five too. Was like a wild beast, hitting the bars of the cage, almost breaking what kept under control. And controlle herself started to be physically painful. So he tried to put out that blazing fire.

Seeing you naked has become excruciating torture. Five fidgeted uneasily whenever you changed in front of him, took off the towel after a shower. But the worst was when you two had sex. Fucking you, feeling you pulsing, squirming, totally submissive to his whims, made Five have to acquire phenomenal self-control. Although Five exhibited a cold, arrogant and confident personality, everything inside him became a boiling volcano when you appeared.

“Baby…” That was when Five heard you purring, you had just come out of the shower, a short white towel covering your body.

When Five looked at you, and saw you walking towards him, he pulse reached alarming levels. Normally, Five always managed to keep his impulses under control, even though it was an overwhelming endeavor. But not today.

Oh, he was far from being in control. Your doe eyes looked at him docilely and Five felt again the overwhelming appetite to take you so badly.

God, he needed to break you…

You didn't make it easy for Five either. Oblivious to the internal battle within him, you sat on his lap, supporting your legs on either side of his hips, with the towel rising to the top of your thighs and your bare skin sitting on his already pulsating member.

Five snarled softly, hands tightly squeezing the bed sheet, your body pulsing beneath his. He felt hot as if were in the Sahara desert.

“You are so tense.” Your voice was velvety, soft, and you brought your lips to his neck. And that was too much.

“Y/N..” Was a warning.

“Something wrong?” You pulled your face back enough to look at him.

Five shook his head, hands still clutching the sheets. You followed that gesture with your eyes, and started connecting the pieces second by second.

It was no longer today that your felt him controlling himself. Moments he didn't want to touch you at all while he fucked you, like you were a hot iron. Days when he forced a little more force into the way he kissed you and then completely backed down.

“I've been noticing a few things lately...” You commented, the left index finger playing with his uniform “I noticed that you have ... controlled yourself, as if you were holding something.”

And then you looked into his eyes, and what you saw in the green sockets was a lust so fervent that you felt yourself losing breath.

“Y/N...” the voice was still hoarse, a ring signaling his warning as well “I ... I won't be able to talk about this with you.”

“Why not?” You didn't know exactly what the problem was, how deep it went, but you knew something was going on. “I did something? Or are you more stressed? ”

“You did not do anything.” He assured you, and as he saw in your eyes that you would not let the matter pass, because you were determined as hell, Five sighed deeply. “It with me. It has nothing to do with you, I just... I like to do more... rough things. "

You were watching him closely, the direction of the conversation was pleasing to you... It wasn't today that you knew your own tastes, and something brutalized and stronger was exactly what you liked. But Five was always so controlled, so reserved, that you were still looking for an opening to bring it up.

Five must have noticed that your eyes took on a different glow, and he looked at you as if he suspected.

“Why that look?” His little corner smile made you smile too.

“ I didn't know you liked things like that.” Five raised an eyebrow at you, the little smile still on his face. “Is that why you have been controlling yourself?”

Five had to take a deep breath, hands going to your waist under the towel, in a soft, controlled touch. But his hands were stiff, you felt it.

“I do not want to hurt you.” He was succinct “I have more aggressive, brutal desires, and I don't want to take it out on you.”

Oh, you were really enjoying the conversation.

You let out a low chuckle, playing with your index finger on the lapel of his uniform.

“Like ... hit me and stuff?” Then you felt his grip tighten on your waist, his jaw tighten.

Five looked at you with a clear warning that you were walking in rough waters. That it was better for you to stop here. He could barely cope with his own thoughts about it, let alone hear you say those things with that fucking angelic voice of yours.

"What if I wanted to?” Now your eyes were bright with amusement and anticipation.

“You can't tell me these things” His grip got stronger, his eyes more fierce, the energy more irritable “Even more naked in my lap.”

Five might be covered in clothes, but he could feel your hot pussy under him, the soft skin of your thighs around his waist, your breasts a touch away... Damn, it was too much for him!

“I mean it.” You ran your fingers through his hair, resting your hands behind the back of his neck. “I like something hard too, if you are willing to try this on me, I would like us to do it. You are always so focused... I would love to see you more out of control. ”

Five kept his eyes on you, as if he were looking for some hesitation in you. But he found none. Just shared desire.

God help him.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.” He wanted to warn you, he wanted you to know it was a path of no return. Five could destroy you and him wanted you to know that.

“Yes.” You agreed “I want it so much.”

Suddenly, something in the air seemed to change. Everything became rarer, more caustic and crackling. Five's intensity had reached extremely high levels and he looked at you as if you were the prey on a night hunt. Five pulled harder on your towel, freeing your naked body. He gasped, his eyes fixed on you.

“Say red when you want me to stop.”

You were going to say something, but he didn't give you a chance. His hungry lips stuck to yours. It was a controlling kiss, drowning out you surprised moan. Five stood with you on his lap and threw you on your back on the mattress. You gasped, your naked body exposed on his bed, given over to all the profane fantasies he had in mind. Seeing you there, submissive, destroyed all the control he had.

Oh he was going to destroy you.

Five remained standing, pulled your legs over the edge of the bed and opened them aggressively. You let out a heavy breath, the core pulsing. God, seeing that made him rock hard.

Five leaned over your body, pressing his lips in you before moving to your breasts, sucking on aching nipple, squeezing the other in a heavy touch. His hands left you for a second before him straightened up and removed he blazer and sweater from the academy, his nimble hands pulled the tie knot fiercely, tearing the piece of silk from his neck.

“Be quiet for me, dear.” Five put your hands together, tying your fists with the tie and tying the tie to the headboard.

You bit your lip, your body fidgeting for him, the core throbbing. Five had barely touched you and you were already pulsing for him.

“You are so needy.”

Without warning, he was leaning over you, him lips on yours, his hands roaming your body in a rough touch, his mouth pinching your lips. And everything started to get heavy after that point. Five closed his mouth on your neck, leaving a trail of purple hickeys as he brought two fingers to your mouth.

You took them in, sucking without waiting for an order. But his fingers on your mouth seemed to have an even more exciting effect for you. You legs closed, wanting to seek any friction, but Five slapped your left thigh roughly, brutally separating them with his free hand.

“Did I tell you to close your legs?!” You whimpered, and he gave you another slap “Answer!”

“N-no...” You did your best to speak with his fingers in your mouth.

“No what?!” Another slap. Now you could feel the flesh throbbing. You pulled on your fists, trying to control yourself not to close your thighs again.

“N-didn't”

Now his free hand went to your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“It's ‘No, Daddy’!”

“No, Daddy!”

“Good Girl.”

Five withdrew his hand from your mouth, bringing it down and melting it into your pussy. You moaned louder, forcing the tie, shifting your hips. He didn't give you time to breathe before he buried his fingers in you, hitting your walls.

You screeched muffled by his lips on your, as his hand pushed against you frantically, slamming inside you at a brutal pace.

“F-fi...”

Another slap. Stronger, more aggressive.

“What did fucking you say?!”

“Daddy! I mean Daddy! I’m so sorry.”

He accelerated his hand even more, and you started frantically pulling on the tie, trying to get rid of or gain more of that ardor. You were starting to feel close to orgasms when Five pulled away, slapping your bare breast as he rose again. You whimpered in protest, your hips still making some movements in search of some ghost friction.

“Look at you, so desperate and I haven't even fucked you yet.” Five began to unbutton his white shirt, stripping off his clothes and leaving the belt beside you.

You excitement went to extremely high levels when you saw his cock jump out. Pulsating, molasses with pre-cum and dashed with thick veins. Your core throbbed, dripping your liquid while you whimpered.

Five smirked when he noticed where your attention was, and he leaned you, but now bringing the belt with him and placing it around your neck.

God, he was going to fuck you so hard.

Five gave a tug, testing the accuracy, and when you groaned needy, Five appeased his own excitement by sinking his bruised lips into yours.

He stood up again, pulling your legs closer to the edge as he brushed your pussy with the throbbing head of the stick, watching you squirm. It was torture for him too, but the sight of you struggling for contact was a fucking reward.

“Please d-Daddy!” You whimpered, rummaging in despair, wanting more of anything he give you.

“Please, what? ‘Please, daddy, fuck me hard’ or ‘please, daddy, use me’ ?”

You were begging, with tears in the corners of your eyes as he played with you, by sinking the head of the stick inside you. It was driving you crazy. Five held the base of him penis while he sank just another inch into you, then pulled and rubbed your clitoris.

“Fuck me h-hard, Daddy!”

Suddenly, Five entered you brutally to the bottom, leaving you speechless in a loud and silent groan. He pulled you by the belt, not giving you time to get used to the size, he established strong and aggressive blows.

“Do you want hard?! I will give you hard!”

Then Five untied the tie from the headboard, turned you brutally on you stomach and pulled your hips up. He pulled his hand back and unloaded it on your ass, and you screamed, staggering forward. Five pulled you by the hips, dissatisfied with your distance.

“Be good girl for me, dear." It was an order.

You obeyed, crying out loudly when Five pushed the stick inside you aggressively, pulling on your neck with the belt. He held you by the belt and the waist while he fucked you. Hard, fast, without any abandonment.

His hand hit the flesh of your ass from second to second, and you can't help but moan for it. He gave no respite, the sound of his bodies colliding flooded the room, perhaps the entire mansion.

Five has never felt so hardcore in life, so hungry, so lust. He wanted to break you, hurt you, squeeze your flesh so hard that you would be left with marks for months. He groaned, trying to concentrate on mistreating the walls of your pussy, pounding with brutality, harder and cruel.

“D-d-daddy!”

Tears streamed into your eyes as you dug your nails into the pillow hard, unable to contain the moans and the tremor in your thighs. Your belly vibrated, hummed with hyperstimulation, that was paradise and sin at the same time and you felt that you could fall apart at any moment.

Five pulled the belt tight, bringing you up and sticking your back to his chest. He put his free arm around your waist, bringing the thrusts in slow, hard rhythms, making you feel every inch of him.

You hands went to him arm around your waist, the new position reaching the most sensitive places, making your pussy throb. You bit your lip to try to control your moans, because you were afraid they would be too loud.

“Without trapping those sounds for me!” This time the slap came down on your left breast, followed by a deeper thrust, and you begged for excuses while looking for air “Let everyone hear who's making you feel so good! Who does this slutt belong.”

That pushed you further into the abyss. Five sucked on the skin on your neck, pouring out a strong hickey while you could only scream and whimper for him, unable to do anything else. . He entered you deeply, taking whatever inch you had and forcing you to take it deeper.

Five did not allow you to move an inch away, your hips clinging to his, held by his arm, him fucking you hard without you can moving your hips. He could feel you blinking on his dick, making your honey drip down your thighs. His hunger had given no respite, and when he looked at you, and he saw your angel face in an expression of pleasure, pain and dirty with tears, it further fueled Five's hunger.

"That, little slutt!"

You were close, pulsing on his dick, sweat running down your body, your broken moans. Five loved how you were a mess for him, your whole body scarred because of him. He never fell your owner as much as he does now. You begged for something you didn't know what it was, but Five did. And he would give it to you. But he felt your pussy squeeze him, swallowing him in a broken way.

“You can't come until I let you!”

“Da-daddy!” You moaned louder “Please! Please! I need... I need it! ”

“I don’t care how good it feels, you’d better not cum until I tell you to!”

Five came out of you, turning you brutally on the bed once again, removing the belt from your neck. He climbed on top of you, now sticking your body to his, placing his mouth on yours in a gasping kiss. The skin-to-skin sensation was maddening, you were both hot, sweating, and Five squeezed your thigh tightly before slapping it down again. Your wrists were still tied, and you could only press them against his broad chest.

Your thighs were shaking and Five was delighted by this, he traced hickeys all over your breasts, and sank into you again when he sucked on your left sore beak.

Five held you while he fucked you in that position. Strong, cruel and hard. His hands were glued to your flesh, marking your skin with purple from his digits, holding his own moans. And you watched him with your mouth open by the screams and the sight. He was beautiful like that. Wild, his skin all sweaty, his teeth closed on his lip to keep from groaning, his black hair stuck to his forehead.

It was too much torture, too much stimulation, and you were already letting the tears flow while you were begging for something.

“Come to me, my good girl.”

Five didn't have to say it twice. You came intensely, your pussy sucking all of his cock and receiving the hot, thick liquid of his as a reward. You threw your head back in abandonment, feeling him it sink into you deeper, making sure you got all his sperm.

“Such a good girl for me.” Five whispered as he gave you a reward kiss you.

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Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 1

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for blood, language, brief nudity. Later chapters will be M Warnings: Nah fam Summary: Local vampire finds out she can't kill soft human (because they're soulmates, baby), human becomes insufferable bastard, oops they fuck later. Soulmate AU where if one person gets injured, their soulmate feels the same amount of pain and receives a scar in the relevant area.

1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring

It’s not that you had expected to survive this- being locked in the dungeon of Castle Dimitrescu, waiting for the day you’re picked to be someone’s meal. Oh no, you had given up on surviving long ago, it was just that… well, you had hoped that someone with a softer touch would do you in. But here you were, too exhausted to cry, hanging naked in front of none other than Cassandra Dimitrescu. Her eyes were trailing you up and down, examining every inch of your skin, every flaw, every unique trait. It was like she was making a mental map of which parts of you would taste best. Goddamn, you wanted to spit in her face, or scream, or say something, anything that might make her feel even an ounce of what you had felt for weeks.

But you know that she’s already planning to kill you, and to make it painful. Why give her any more reason? Why dare her to find a worse way to end your life? There was no good answer, so you stayed still, just watched her move. Maybe if you looked bored enough she’d make it quick, just stab a knife in you and drink you up like a capri sun. Or, maybe, if you kept a straight face, she would admire your courage. Oh, how you longed for people to think of you kindly now, in your last moments, when dying clean and pretty was no longer an option.

Pulling a blade from some hidden sheathe, Cassandra approaches you with a wicked grin. There’s still blood on her lips from her last victim. Had they not sated her? Or had she been like this for some time? When she inevitably drank from you, how long would your blood remain on her lips? You weren’t sure that you wanted to know. In your mind, you picture her cleaning up as soon as she was done with you. It does not make you feel any better. Neither does the way she traces a finger across your chest, left to right, practicing for the incision to follow. She pauses to lick her lips, making direct eye contact as she does.

What happens next passes by so quickly that you don’t process any of it until the whole ordeal is over. The blade’s tip digs into your chest, just below your collarbone, before dragging along half the width of your torso. It hurts like hell, but you manage to keep your misery to yourself. But your pain is soon replaced with confusion; Cassandra screams, loud enough to echo throughout the basement, doubling over herself. In an instant her knife has clattered to the floor, forgotten. Instinct takes over your brain, the default programing kicking in, and you say something that fills you with instant regret.

“Are you okay?” Your voice is a bit quiet, and raw, worn out from lack of hydration. But it is enough, evidently, for Cassandra to hear. She’s rising back up and glaring at you, one hand clutching her chest. Something in her expression tells you that she thinks you’re mocking her. While that wasn’t technically the case, there was a part of you that found joy in this, watching your captor get a taste of their own medicine. The question left in your mind was why she was in pain. “I’ll take that as a no,” you said, again left with regret at your choices.

Now her hand is swiping at your face, nails cutting you open. Once more she hisses in pain, now clutching her head, shaking a little as she does. When she meets your gaze, you see that she’s more confused than anything. More than that, you see the marks on her face, knowing instantly that they match your own. Oh hell no, you thought, grimacing.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Cassandra growled through clenched teeth. Bouncing back and forth on her heels, she seems tense, unsure of how to process what’s happening. You feel the same way, desperately wanting to pretend that this doesn’t mean you’re her soulmate. Maybe the universe had just messed up, crossing some wires, or decided to pull a prank on the two of you. Either way it was better than the alternative. Eager to think about something else, you start considering your options. The first that comes to mind is ridiculous. Stupid, really. But would it amuse you? Absolutely.

“Not gonna lie, I feel better about the idea of you killing me now. Feel free to make it painful, darlin’, I won’t mind,” you snarked, lips curling up into a smirk. Oh boy was it satisfying to watch Cassandra’s response. One of her hands raises to smack you, only for her to freeze before releasing a torrent of swears. Hurting you meant hurting herself. “What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little aching? Haven’t you ever imagined what it’s like to be on the other side of things? Under the blade yourself, blood soaking your skin, eyes too dry for even a single tear? Poor thing,” you purred, tone as teasing as it could get. Apparently it’s aggravating enough for Cassandra to fight through the pain, as she slams her fist into your stomach, leaving both of you gasping for breath. “This is fun-” you pause to cough out a few drops of blood- “really, really fun. Hey, if you kill me, how bad do you think you’ll feel?”

Before Cassandra can react, either to speak or hurt you worse, the sound of approaching footsteps draws her attention. From where you hang you can’t see much, too many cells and hanging bodies blocking your vision. But your “soulmate” seemed to know who was coming. Her face scrunches up a little, and she adjusts her robes, trying to cover the mark on her chest. Had you not still been coughing, you would have sarcastically asked her how she intended to hide her face.

“What the hell is going on, Cassandra?” An unfamiliar voice asked. The footsteps grew louder, and faster, until the new figure stood in the same cell as you. Not even bothering to spare you a glance, she approaches Cassandra, reaching to examine her face. “Did a prisoner manage to get you? I’ve told you a thousand times-”

“Don’t fucking touch me, sis,” Cassandra snapped, pushing away her sister’s hand. Both of them are visibly tense, and for a moment they stand still, staring each other down. Then the sister (who you assume to be Bela, from things you’ve overheard recently) shifts her focus to you. Something tells you that she has no intentions of being gentle.

“Did you do this, you rotten little thing?” Bela questioned, glaring at you hard enough to send a shiver down your spine. But that doesn’t stop you from trying to have some more fun.

“Oh, of course I did! I rattled my chains real good, scared the shit out of her, made her fall on her own knife a few times. You know, like that one musical?” You must look insane as you speak, grin wide but face dripping with blood. If it unnerves Bela, she hides it well, though you doubt it does. As soon as you’re done poking fun she’s pulling out her sickle. Still grinning, you make eye contact with Cassandra, who realizes what’s happening a second too late. Then the two of you cry out in unison, as the blade carves into your shoulder. Instantly Bela pulls back, stunned, turning to her sister with genuine concern. “I might have lied. Rest assured though, it was for comedic purposes.”

The next thing you know the two sisters are shuffling away from you, Cassandra begrudgingly being dragged along by Bela. Though the younger of the two had been adamant about not receiving help, she now had little choice in the matter, skin searing from your blood bond. Even you are starting to breathe harder than you’d like.

“Was it something I said?” You barked, barely able to manage a fit of giggles between your coughing. Bela shoots you a glare over her shoulder, but quickly returns her attention to her sister. They talk, quickly, soft enough that you can only make out a few words here and there. It’s hard to make meaning from it, especially considering their vastly different tones. Cassandra is pure anger, gestures fast and wide, while Bela is oddly solemn, even regretful. When you finally catch a couple full sentences, things start to make a little more sense, though you wish they didn’t.

“We can kill them painlessly, in their sleep. That way you won’t have to suffer,” Bela whispered. She’s doing her best to comfort her sister, despite the tension in the room, gently patting her on the back. Briefly, you make eye contact with her. In that moment she looks equal parts executor and unwilling jury. But she looks away quickly, even shifting her angle to prevent it from happening again.

“No, fuck that, fuck this, I’m… I’m not killing them. Nobody is,” Cassandra growled, daring to emphasize her point by pushing Bela away. Now it’s her turn to look at you, brows furrowed, eyes betraying something more than just anger. Somehow it’s a million times worse than when she first came in. You strain yourself trying to look away, cursing the chains keeping you in place, resorting to closing your eyes and pretending none of this was real. “I don’t care what you think, Bela. They’re already my ‘meal’, might as well get what enjoyment out of this that I can.”

Again, footsteps echo through the basement. Tension locks your muscles in place, and your eyes are still clamped shut, to the point that you don’t realize your chains are being undone until you’ve hit the ground. Cursing under your breath, you finally open your eyes again. There’s blood on the floor, only some of it yours, and you’re suddenly aching for a bath. More than that, though, you’re praying for something to cover yourself with. Certainly Cassandra didn’t need to see everything, now that you weren’t a piece of meat for her to enjoy? As if reading your mind, the middle Dimitrescu daughter flings open a nearby cabinet, messily searching for something. Eventually she gives a hum of approval, then tosses a blanket in your direction.

“Put it on, dipshit, then follow me,” she snapped, already walking away. For a moment you’re tempted to stay there, sitting still, waiting to see how long it would take for her to notice. But one look from Bela sends the thought back to whatever crevice of your mind it crawled out of. So you’re moving, hastily, awkwardly wrapped in a somewhat itchy blanket. Other prisoners eye you as you pass, some shouting curses or even spitting at you. At first Cassandra takes no notice, or simply doesn’t care, but eventually the noise seems to irritate her. Turning back, she takes her sickle in hand and slams the handle into the bars of a cell. It’s loud, making you flinch, but gets everyone’s attention. “Next one to make a peep gets the blood eagle!”

“Is that, like, a sex thing?” The words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself. Laughter rings out around you from the few prisoners capable of it. Cassandra is seething again, looking about ready to kill you. Then she’s shifting into swarm mode, spreading out wide, insects barreling through half the occupied cells. A few cries escape the prisoners, as the flies take bites out of them, cutting a perfect balance between pain and (a lack of) lethality. They’d be suffering for days to come, every movement making their wounds ache. “Not a sex thing, got it,” you muttered to yourself, just as Cassandra reforms in front of you. This time she grabs the blanket you’re wrapped in, using it to tug you forward, sending you towards the exit.

“Shut up for five minutes and I might let you put on actual clothes,” she growled, keeping one hand on your back to guide you. The offer is the closest thing to kindness you’ve seen from her, and you have half a mind to do what she says. Would you actually manage to keep quiet for that long? Well, you were certainly looking forward to finding out...

#cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village #*evil laughter* #i know I said this would have fluff #but it turned into humor oops #yes this will be the best trope #enemies to friends to lovers

[junko-and-riri-domain]

the right direction | pjs

↬ series: tatts & cupcakes | chapter 15 ↬ pairing: park jongseong / jay x reader ft. all members ↬ genre: enhypen single dad au | ceo!jay | single dad!jay | baker!reader | single mom!reader | fluff ↬ navi: beginning | previous chapter | series masterlist ↬ warnings: none ↬ word count: 1.8k ↬ a/n (1/2):

final chapter of tatts & cupcakes my loves !! 

Days turned to weeks which turned to months and ultimately a few years went by. In the past few years you officially became Jay’s girlfriend, Ni-ki learned that he had two dads, and Sunoo and Jungwon were more than happy to call you their mom. But despite this, there was always a lingering worry in the back of your head. What if one day, Jay decided that the trouble of loving you and Ni-ki was no longer worth it to him? What if Sunoo and Jungwon no longer wanted you as their mom or Ni-ki as their younger brother? But today those worries would be put to rest forever. As you looked at yourself in the mirror wearing the dress you had chosen for yourself while holding a bouquet of flowers, the sound of your name being called causes you to turn around to see Heeseung and Jake walking up to you with a grin on their faces.

“Jay’s gonna be a wreck when he sees you,” Heeseung said.

“Ten bucks says he’ll cry,” Jake adds in, nudging the older with his elbow. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the two and ask,

“Is everyone here already?”

“Yeah, they’re all sitting down. Sunghoon’s trying to calm Jay down though, I’ve never seen him this nervous before,” Jake replies. Dressed in their suits, Sunoo and Jungwon run up to you. While planning your wedding, you and Jay decided that Sunoo and Jungwon would walk you down the aisle while Ni-ki stood next to Jay. After Heeseung and Jake jokingly told you that there was still a way out if you wanted to leave, you stood behind the door with Sunoo and Jungwon holding your hand. When the doors opened and you took your first step, you the wedding march played. Despite all the people watching you, the nervousness was washed away and replaced with excitement. The only thing you could focus on was the sight of Jay and the feel of the two hands holding yours. You see Heeseung handing Jake what you can only assume to be a $10 bill, causing you to have to hold back a slight laugh. Step by step, you walked with Sunoo and Jungwon until you finally stood in front of the man who would be your husband. Sunoo and Jungwon head to your side while you see Ni-ki with the biggest smile on his face. You wipe away Jay’s tears, something that he’s done for you more times than you can count but today, the roles were switched.

“I love you.” You had said it in hopes of calming him down but it only seemed to have the opposite effect as he cried even harder. You felt lightheaded, palms sweaty, and the butterflies in your stomach felt as if they were doing cartwheels. Finally,

“You may now kiss the bride.” Not even a full second later you felt Jay pull you close and his lips on yours. He deepened the kiss slightly, but still mindful of the people in the audience watching you both. Jay’s arms settled around your waist while pressing a kiss to the top of your head,

“Thank you for giving us a chance,” you hear him whisper.

While you and Jay were unpacking boxes into the new house the five of you decided on, Sunoo, Jungwon, and Ni-ki were in the living room. The house had more than enough rooms for the boys to have their own but they chose to share one. In the meantime, the other rooms were turned into guest rooms. While watching them chatting and playing amongst each other, Jay’s presence makes itself known to your body with the feel of him behind you and his embrace surrounding you,

“We’re home,” you say as you hold Jay’s hands. You feel him playing with the wedding ring on your left hand and despite not directly looking at him, you just know that he’s smiling. While resting his head on your shoulder,

“Anywhere is home with you and our boys.” You turn around to face him,

“Y’know… our boys have been talking about wanting a cat lately.” Cringe washes over Jay’s face at the thought of a cat in the house,

“I’m allergic to cats.”

“What about a dog instead?” you ask, voice sounding more excited than you meant it to. Jay raises his eyebrow in suspicion,

“Is this something they want or something you want?”

“I’d like to think that this is a family necessity.”

“Dogs are just agents of capitalism,” he replies with a roll of his eyes. 

“At least think about it first before saying no.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll think about it.”

Jay’s “YAHHHH” in the morning (which the entire neighborhood probably heard) wakes you up and gets you out of bed. Still sleepy, you drag a blanket with you. When you walk to the living room, you’re met with the sight of Ni-ki clinging onto Jay’s leg, Sunoo watching everything while munching on some bread you baked just last night, and Jungwon carrying Maeumi, your recently adopted dog in his arms.

“Jungwon-ah, give me the dog,” Jay says sternly and gritting his teeth. When Jungwon sees you, he immediately runs behind you but on his face, you can see a mischievous smirk. Patting Jungwon’s head and looking at Jay,

“Babe, what happened?”

“The little agent of capitalism chewed on the cables in my office!” You can’t help but laugh, while now petting Maeumi’s head,

“It’s kinda your fault for leaving the door open, isn’t it?” Jay sighs, most likely thinking of ways to find inner peace,

“D-don’t tell me you’re taking the dog’s side right now?”

“Of course I am.”

“You really love the dog more than me?” With a teasing smile,

“Of course I do.”

“I never should’ve agreed to adopting the dog if it was just gonna become number one in your heart,” he muttered.

“Our boys and Maeumi are number one to me, you’re second,” you corrected.

Following the next few weeks, you noticed that Maeumi was closer and clinger to you than normal. Maeumi would settle by your stomach when you sat on the couch or lay on your lap and you couldn’t help but wonder why. But then, it hit you.

You had been slightly moodier.

You felt a little queasy in the mornings.

And you were late.

When you realized what the possibility was, you headed to the bathroom. The morning of the day K came back into your and Ni-ki’s life, you were sick and Jay took care of you. He bought a ton of medicine and somehow, a pregnancy test got added into the mix. You weren’t sure why, but you had kept it after all this time. While waiting for the results of the test, thousands of thoughts were running through your mind as nervousness coursed through your veins. Were you and Jay even ready for a baby? Well... you had three kids already but a newborn? Having another child was a conversation that hadn’t yet come up after getting married, moving into the new house, and adopting Maeumi. After all, Jay was running his company while you were running the bakery. But when the test was finally ready and the two lines set in tears of happiness began to pour from your eyes. That night when Jay came home and you were all eating dinner you wanted to tell them right then and there but decided that it’d be better to tell them after getting confirmation from the doctor. Which was exactly what you did the next day.

“Congratulations!” the doctor said to you as she showed you the screen of the ultrasound. She printed out a couple of pictures for you to keep and you bought some decorations to surprise Jay tonight. After closing the bakery early and picking up the boys from school,

“When we get home, do you guys wanna help Eomma decorate the living room?” you asked after heading into the house.

“Is today a special day?” Jungwon asked, eyes wide and curiously looking up at you. You nodded and took out the picture to show them,

“You guys are going to have a little brother or sister in a few months.”

“Really? I won’t be the maknae anymore?” Ni-ki asked, eyes full of hope.

“Yup, you’ll be an oppa or a hyung now!”

“Wahh, can I eat tteokbeokki with our new dongsaeng?” came from Sunoo.

“When they get older, of course you can! Now, let’s get to decorating so we can surprise Appa, ok?” You were met with a chorus of excited “yes, Eomma!” and with that, decorating and getting ready to surprise Jay when he got home began.

The house was dark when Jay got home, causing him to wonder where you and the boys were.

“Love?” he called out.

No answer.

“Sunoo-ah?”

Nothing.

“Jungwon-ah?”

Nada.

“Ni-ki-ah?”

He swore he could’ve heard crickets chirping. Desperate for any answer,

“Yah! Agent of capitalism, where are you?” That garnered an answer as the light tapping of Maeumi’s feet on the floor met his ears and Maeumi was now in front of him. He picked up Maeumi and walked further into the house. Turning on the light in the living room and suddenly being met with,

“SURPRISE!”  

“YAH, YOU SCARED ME!” he yelled as he stumbled back, and fell onto the floor. The boys instantly piled themselves on top of Jay in excitement but he looked at you with slight fear in his eyes,

“It’s not our anniversary, is it? Did I forget?” he asked. You shook your head,

“No, you didn’t forget anything. But we have a surprise for you.”

“And that is?” You handed Jay a small box in which you put a “dad of five kids” mug (Maeumi included even if Jay didn’t want to admit it), a picture of the ultrasound, and your pregnancy test. Jay looked at the cup in confusion but when he looked at the other contents of the box, it finally registered in his head. He held the ultrasound by its corner as if he were scared it’d turn to dust or get wrinkled.

“We’re having a baby?” His eyes were shining when he looked at you, you were unsure if it was because of the tears forming in his eyes or the happiness, maybe it was both.

“Mhm, we’re having a baby.”

“Wait isn’t this the test that I bought like, years ago?”

“I told you it’d come in handy one day.” All of a sudden, Jay was hugging you and practically sobbing in your shoulder,

“I love you. So, so, so much. I don’t think words can do my feelings justice. I just, I love you.” Returning Jay’s hug while rubbing his back,

“What do you want it to be?” you asked curiously. In Jay’s head flashed to the daydreams of a little girl running around a house, that little girl being half-you, half-him. But in this moment, he didn’t care if it was a girl, a boy, or whatever it’d choose to identify as in the future.

“Healthy, as long as it’s healthy I couldn’t care less.” You smiled at Jay’s response, hugging him tighter. You knew that being with Jay, trusting him, loving him, it truly was the right direction.

↬ final tatts & cupcakes a/n:

this is the end of tatts & cupcakes and wow has it been a rollercoaster !! i don’t know how to feel about this series ending since it was by first baby (is it weird to say that? idk but anyways) i'll be honest with yall, this series was a product of my procrastination... it was around 1 am and i just didn’t want to do any of my work so i just thought to myself, “let’s write a fic with jay as a single dad” because why not ?? initially, it was going to be a oneshot but then i realized writing it as a oneshot wasn’t the best option for me because one, i needed to get my work done at some point lmao and two, it’d just be way too long so i ended up writing the first chapter, read it over a bit, posted it, and tatts & cupcakes was born !! i didn’t think that the series would get this far with the storyline and there were a few times when i thought about discontinuing it due to things like school, thinking it wasn’t interesting enough, other responsibilities, etc., but then i started getting notifs related to the series and writing became the better parts of my weeks so thank you everyone !! for those who have read until this part and decided to give my writing a chance and for all the love that this series has received, thank you so much !! i hope that it’s been written well enough to be a series actually worth spending time on to read 🥺

even though this series is ending, i do have some happy news !! i’ve started a new one called cameras & caffeine the pairing for this series is cafe owner!jake x ceo!reader cameras & caffeine is similar to tatts & cupcakes in how reader is also a single mother there so if you’re interested check it out here :)

once again, thank you so so much for taking the time out of your day to read tatts & cupcakes and i hope you’ve enjoyed !!

~ riri 💞

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[astaroth1357]

Demon Brothers Getting Possessive at the Club

… I can explain. Or, well, no I can't. But this exists now anyway so enjoy?

Warnings: Possessive Behavior, Yandere-ish, Violence

Intro: The MC and their favorite demon were just trying to have a fun night out at The Fall. The lights were going, the music was blaring, and the two of them were by the bar but there was a problem. Their demon noticed a sketchy creep who'd been eyeing their human all night long… and that simply won't do. So when their human left to use the bathroom…

It was time to take care of the problem.

Lucifer

Though Lucifer was usually less than into the club scene, the MC wanted a change of pace from their usual dates and he did so want to make them happy… At first, he thought he'd just be dealing with the loud noise and crowded atmosphere but then he noticed something else…

A demon had been following them through most of the night, always keeping his distance but staring at the MC far too much for his liking…

This put Lucifer in a bit of an odd position. He didn't exactly want to leave the club because the MC didn't look tired yet, but he also didn't like seeing that cretin following them around…

Yet, of course, it also rubbed his pride the wrong way to go tell him to stop directly. Lucifer would never admit to feeling bothered by some pitiful lesser demon… Never.

But by the time the MC left him to use the restroom, he was at his wit's end. He could see the man had taken a seat at the other end of the bar just to watch them and he was growing irritated… So he had to devise a new strategy.

It's unusual for demons to walk around in their true forms. It's not that it's frowned upon or anything, it's just that it's normally something reserved for big events… or for displays of dominance and control.

So when Lucifer slipped into his demon form in the middle of The Fall, it turned quite a few heads. Truthfully, there was only one head in particular that he wanted his way, and once he got it, he stared the guy down…

It was a taste of the lowlife's own medicine, but so much worse coming from him… The feel of Lucifer's bloody-onyx eyes and chillingly cold smile from across the bar could have made even the strongest men run for the hills…

Needless to say, the demon didn't last very long under the eldest brother's gaze. In fact, he wilted almost immediately before slinking away as quickly as he could… 

A guy not even able to stomach the firstborn's stare? Truly a pathetic coward if Lucifer ever saw one.

He was totally back to normal by the time the MC returned and went back to dancing with them like nothing ever happened… Though his human couldn't help but notice the crowd kept their distance from them for the rest of the night... 

Eh, Hell is just weird sometimes isn't it?

Mammon

Look, Mammon had been trying to have some fun the whole night and for the most part he'd been succeeding except for one thing…

He could sense that asshole still hadn't left them alone. He'd just hover near him and his MC like a hellhound stalking prey… It was annoying. It was creepy…

And it was reeeaaallly getting on his nerves.

When the MC left for the restroom, he was leaning back against the bar scanning the room for their abhorrent admirer while using the tint of his sunglasses to hide his eyes.

It didn't take him long to see the gross fuck sitting alone at a table. Who knew what he was planning... following them home? Taking candid shots of MC? Either way, he wanted to sock him in the jaw…

But, of course, Mammon knew he had to play it just a little smoother than that to stay in the club.

Mammon sauntered over to the man's table and invited himself to sit, kicking his feet up to look casual but knocking his boots against the surface so roughly it made the guy jump... Pathetic.

"Oi, so I've seen ya lookin at my human… Real work of art, eh?" He flashed the guy a fanged grin and watched him sweat for a second before cutting off any answer.

"-'course they are. Don't need to tell me. But I gotta say, you're really ticking me off, bud… We're just tryin to enjoy ourselves but I keep seeing your ugly mug wherever we're at."

He pulled his legs back from the table and reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a deck of playing cards.

"Tell ya what, I'm feelin oddly generous so let's play a game. You and me. If ya win, I'll let ya have a night with'em…" He fought the urge to punch the guy when he saw his eyes light up, "but if I win…"

Mammon put the deck on the table then leaned in real close, "I'll flay your skin off and gild ya skeleton in the 4th circle myself… Gold skulls are selling like hotcakes right now." He put every bit of malice he could into the threat, even barring his increasingly sharpening fangs.

The guy must of had a good head on him because he paled immediately before getting up and running from the table. If there's one thing everybody knows about Mammon, it's never play cards with him if he can make even a single Grimm… Chances are, you're gonna lose.

When the MC came back, Mammon flagged them down to their new table and pulled them onto his lap for a little chat before getting more drinks. They're his human. His.

Leviathan

Of course Levi noticed this creep the second that they walked in. He's Envy. He had been hyper-vigilant of all the attention the MC had been receiving since their first step inside. But this guy was… persistent.

He'd been tailing them all night, always finding spots with good vantage points, which of course was sketch as hell but...

Honestly? Levi just didn't like him looking at them. Not at all. In fact, he'd hazard to say he truly hated this complete stranger for how much real estate his eyes were taking up of his precious MC… What gave him the right??

By the time the MC had to use the restroom, he was sitting at the bar seriously contemplating whether or not to just carry them home… He didn't like night clubs anyway, but they seemed to be having fun and they always looked so cute while dancing…

No. He couldn't just take them home. But once they left, he had a much better idea.

It was easy for Levi to slip away from the bar. The asshole was leaned back against a nearby wall and pretty much pulled his phone out the second the MC was out of sight. From there, Levi only had to do what he did best, blend into the background, until he was right next to the guy...

He didn't say anything. He didn't give him any warning or threat. No, no he was far too ticked to be that charitable…

The only indication the man got of how royally he fucked up was the searing pain of Levi's fangs digging into his shoulder, the thirdborn's gloved hand muffling his screams until the venom took hold of his prey.

The last thing that man ever saw, propped up and paralyzed against the wall, was the MC coming back to their docile otaku, who now pulled them into his arms… still shooting the occasional smirk in his victim's direction.

And the last thing he ever heard was the same word his killer whispered to him after his throat became too tight to scream… "Mine."

Satan

This always seemed to happen whenever he took the MC places… They could be walking together in the park and he'd still see lesser demon eyes following them around...

Frankly, it did piss him off to a degree. He knew they never asked to be stared at like a piece of meat, but if he'd go on a rampage every time it happened then they'd never have a quiet date again. So he learned to put up with it… to an extent.

The demon that had been following them that night was really testing his notoriously short patience...

He had tried several tactics to shake the guy as they were dancing but he'd always come right back. He even got more handsy than normal to show, "Hey, this one is mine!" but that had gotten him equally dismal results… It was bordering the line of disrespect now.

He did his best to keep up a friendly face while the MC was with him, but they must have noticed he'd gotten tense. They told him to try and relax a bit before they left for the bathroom…

Oh, he was going to relax alright.

The second they were out of sight, Satan's smile broke into a glare he leveled right at the offending scumbag's table. Of course, seeing the MC had left put the guy's attention elsewhere, but that was his funeral.

Satan knew his time was limited, so he skipped the pleasantries and marched right over to him, slamming his foot down onto the edge of the table with such force it threatened to tip it over then grabbed him by the neck.

"Back. OFF."

It really didn't take much, his reputation preceded him. He felt the guy's pulse skyrocket between his fingers before he let him go.

It was hard not to get a little satisfaction when watching the worthless creep scramble away from him like his life depended on it (as it very much did). He almost considered giving chase just to amp up the fun, but the MC returned sooner than he expected…

A pair of arms around his waist and lips against his cheek were enough to evaporate his anger right then… but it didn't settle his sudden need to mark them in the slightest.

Ultimately, the real question was whether he could wait until they got home to show the world that they were his or if they needed to find somewhere… quieter. No promises, MC.

Asmodeus 

Asmo had dealt with his fair share of admirers, the stalking kind included. Fortunately, dealing with them had always been relatively easy for him (he is a ruler of Hell after all) but one targeting his beloved human…? That was far less acceptable in his eyes.

He caught sight of the beady eyes of the creep while he was dancing with the MC. At first, he thought the guy was looking at him (who wouldn't?) but then he followed his eyeline right to his lovely human companion…

Though he couldn't exactly blame him for staring, he and MC made a fantastic looking pair, he definitely couldn't sit idly by either. People like this are usually bad news and he refused to let any harm come to his MC…!

He was as tactful as ever, though. He liked The Fall and would rather not be banned from returning… He waited patiently for the MC to go to the bathroom before making his way over to the creep, his perfect smile still sitting on his face.

"Excuse me, cutie." He waited for the stalker's eyes to leave his phone and settle on Asmo's own. "Ah, there you are! Good. I had a question for you, I think… oh no, I must have forgotten it! Silly me."

Though he could see the demon was growing annoyed, Asmo stalled for just a few moments longer… just long enough for his bewitching charm to set into his victim's mind.

"Ah! Now I remember. Do you like dogs?" He smiled in satisfaction to see the creeper's head nod slowly. "Oh good! Because I know a very hungry dog right now… Cerberus is his name and I don't think he's had a meal today. Would you be a doll and go feed him for me? He lives in the cave behind the House of Lamentation. You can't miss him."

The demon's head nodded slowly yet again as he rose from his chair and walked out of the club quietly. Quick, painless, and with no messy cleanup!

Well… none that Cerberus wouldn't clean up for him anyway. Asmo returned to the bar with a newly giddy grin on his face... His MC wouldn't be seeing that man ever again~!

Beelzebub 

Beel is very patient. Beel is very kind. Beel is very forgiving. Beel is… really not about this right now...

Unlike his brothers, Beel's easygoing nature made him less quick to pick up on the lingering glances that the MC gets from others. Even when he does notice, he can usually let it slide if looking is all they do (he's the only one who can touch after all).

But even he couldn't miss how wolfishly that demon was staring at them… It made him uncomfortable and the guy just refused to leave them alone…

By the time the MC left Beel at the bar to use the restroom, he was on a level of irritated usually only reserved for when someone denied him food… It was like that jerk had taken a cheese grater to his patience and it was wearing thin…

As much as he knew he could deck him, he didn't want to get them kicked out… The MC was having such a good time, despite the creep's ogling, so he used a different approach…

Being so high up in Hell had its perks and one was that anywhere in town that offered food also had a secret menu… A Beelzebub Only menu (as a precaution so that he wouldn't wreck the place whenever he stopped by). Anything on his menu always had huge portions and The Fall was no exception.

The bartender didn't seem too surprised when he ordered a Drakon Leg, but he was very surprised when he asked to get the full bone too… Not with the meat on it. Just the bone.

Fun Fact: the bones of Drakons are supremely thick and strong enough to be used as clubs.

Even More Fun Fact: it takes an incredible amount of force to snap these bones…

...which Beel did without breaking a sweat… and maintaining eye contact with the creep The. Entire. Time. The sound of the bone snapping in two was almost as deafening as a gunshot and he didn't even flinch.

The demon went running out of the club with his tail between his legs and quickly got swapped out for the MC running back, worried about what made such a loud noise…

Of course, by that time Beel had the bone thrown away and was chowing down on the meat like nothing ever happened so they dropped the subject soon enough...

He may not be as open about when he claims someone as the rest of his family but that's because when push comes to shove, who in their right mind would want to challenge Beel anyway...?

Belphegor 

Nope. Nope. Nope nope nope, he's not having this. Not one bit.

Belphie lacks a lot of the good-natured patience of his twin... Chances are if there's something happening and he's not stopping it, it's just because putting up with it is the path of least resistance…

But there are always exceptions and those are usually reserved for the MC.

Strangers trying to get close or even imagining themselves being with MC really makes his blood boil… He knew them the most. He loved them the most. On just what grounds did some random moron think he could take his place?? Wishful thinking? Keep dreaming, buddy.

So, of course, he wasn't happy when he noticed some asshole staring at the MC like Beel does when he sees a havoc roast...

He kept his poker face up while he was with the MC, but he was devising a plan to take care of him the entire time… One he finally got the chance to enact once the MC went to the bathroom.

He's even better at going unnoticed than Levi, so sneaking his way over to the asshole was a piece of cake. He didn't notice until Belphie casually draped his arm around the guy's neck, hanging his clawed hand dangerously close to the scumbag's heart...

"Having a good time…?"

He could feel a shallow swallow against his arm as he began to slowly apply pressure to his trachea.

"I bet you were… and I was too until I saw you following us… Care to explain yourself?"

"I-I uh-Gah!" 

The guy's voice gets cut off by Belphie's arm getting even tighter, the sharp tips of his claws drumming directly over the man's thundering heart.

"Ugh, that's what you actually sound like? Never mind, it's not worth knowing…" His fingers stopped drumming and slowly began to dig into his skin...

"I'm only going to say this once… If I ever see you tailing my human again, you won't be needing this-" his claws drilled a little deeper into his chest, "-anymore. Am I clear?"

The demon's head nodded as much as his strangled throat would allow and Belphie finally retracted his claws, wiping the blood off on the guy's shirt before letting him go. He fell forward onto all fours before attempting to scramble away as fast as he could...

Belphie watched him go with disinterest on his face, but satisfaction in his heart. Yet another threat to his human dealt with… And they could go back to enjoying their evening together. Alone. Just where his human belonged...

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