#it very well could have just slipped my mind or not occurred to me!

[askteamspirit]

Relationships

(💙:Friendship, ❤️:Platonic/familial Love, 💕:Romantic Love, 💔:pain (indirect or situational), 💔💔:pain (directly caused), 💜:mild dislike or distrust, 🖤:strong dislike or hatred)

Azura

Rax:

💙 💙 💙 ❤️

“I really appreciate him taking me in. … and I hope he finds a way out of the rut he’s in soon….”

Zephyr:

💙 💙 💙 💙 ❤️

“Never met another ‘mon quite like him. Cant imagine the kind of prick you’ve gotta be to treat him the way those trainees did….”

Serra:

💙 💙 💙

“She’s nice but I don’t think she realizes how rough she can be when training… still, I know I can trust her with my life, just like the others”

“They’re all my family”

Mai:

💙 💙

“She’s nice enough, and she’s helped us out in a fair share of tight spots. But I feel like I still don’t know all that much about her… At least we can always talk about the old computer games I’ve been collecting. She’s always playing those”

Sam:

💕 💕 💕 💕

“That bonehead…”

Kai:

💙 💙 💙 ❤️ ❤️ 💕💔

“I’m so happy he’s back in my life again… even if we can’t have exactly what we did before”

Angela:

💙 💙

“She’s always been nice to talk to. Calming, even. I’m glad things worked out for her”

Serra

Rax:

💙 💙 💙 💙 ❤️ 💔

“He’s the only face I recognized, and I’m grateful to him for bringing me back, but… I don’t know if I recognize the person behind that face anymore…”

Zephyr:

💙 💙 💙

“Somehow exactly the kinda ‘mon I pictured Rax getting with some day. And weirdly the most… familiar of the new faces? Anyway I’m glad someone around here can handle themself in a fight”

Azura:

💙 💙

“He’s a huge softy but he gets a fire in him when he’s got his mind made up about doing something. I like that”

“They’re all good, kind ‘mon, and anyone would be lucky to have them backing them up. But……”

Mai:

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 💕

“Oh, she’s a riot when I can get her to actually open up. She’s slowly been teaching me how to play those things Azura’s always snatching up. … She’s hurting about something… I hope she finds the strength to talk to me about it sometime…”

Lucky:

💙 💙

“Nice to know someone else who’s been to the other side and back. And a doctor no less. Way easier to explain the whole undead body thing to haha”

Zephyr

Rax:

💕 💕 💕 💕 💕 💕

“He’s the first ‘mon I ever felt like I could just be me around! And he actually liked me more with the mask off!! I love him so much! … but it… kinda hurts to see him lose that adventurous spirit. I’m happy with how things are, but I hope he figures things out and opens back up… I want to see that light in his eyes again…”

Azura:

💙 💙 💙 💙 ❤️

“I’m so glad I stopped to look at that map he dropped, we might not have recruited him otherwise! I like when he gets all excited talking about the world map and his theories about it and how to expand it. it, uh, kinda reminds me of myself actually!”

Serra:

💙 💙 💙 ❤️

“Definitely the one on the team who gives me the best run for my money in a fight these days! It’s incredible how well she uses that ghost-y stuff even though it’s not her natural type. I still shiver thinking back on the night in the mansion! She adjusted to me a lot faster than most people tend to, too. For that matter it was… weirdly easy for me to get used to her too. Maybe it had something to do with knowing Rax even before I did? He even brightened up for a little while after bringing her home, like he’d gotten a better grip on things, but it seems to have slipped again…”

“I’m so glad I finally found people I don’t have to hide from”

Mai:

💙 💙 💙

“She’s really strong… but she doesn’t seem too happy about it…. I hope I didn’t mess up by talking her into that battle…”

Dravol:

💙 💙 💙

“Sparring buddy!! She’s crazy strong, and it says a lot about her that she doesn’t mop the floor with me right away despite the gap. I close it for sure one day though!”

Angela:

💙 💔 💔

“I can tell she’s a really kind person, and she’s been through a lot… but it sucks that she doesn’t really get me…”

Eclipse:

💙.

“We still owe each other a fight!”

Flake:

💜.

“They really just… say whatever they’re thinking, huh… I respect the drive though. Hope their attitude about it doesnt get them in over their head”

Rax

Zephyr:

💕 💕 💕 💕 💕.💕 💕

“He’s everything to me. That beaming smile, that infectious enthusiasm when he talks about what he loves… he’s my Light. I’ll do anything to keep him safe. Even- …. Especially from himself

Serra:

💙 💙 💙 💙 ❤️

“I don’t know if I’ll ever truly forgive myself for hurting her… but I’m so glad I was able to fix it. Everything’s back the way it was now. The way it should be”

Azura:

💙 💙 💙 ❤️

“I’m glad Zephyr caught his maps before we sent him off. Honestly, our bases started feeling a lot more like homes once he joined. He’s got talent, and a good head somehow both on his shoulders and in the clouds. And whether he believes it he’s strong enough to handle himself. … I think he might actually pull it off someday”

“I have to keep them safe… I can’t lose them…”

Mai:

💜 💜 💜

“I knew she couldn't be trusted...."

Dravol:

💜 💜 💜

“…. she’s exactly what i was afraid of….”

Trav:

🖤 🖤 🖤

“…….”

Doppel:

🖤 🖤 🖤 🖤 🖤 🖤 🖤 🖤 🖤 🖤 🖤 🖤…

“… whatever it takes….”

Mai Yamane

Azura:

💙 💙 💙

“He’s been nice to me while I’ve been here. Admittedly…. I Kinda envy the drive he’s got. Also, uh, really good taste in games. I’m glad he keeps bringing these things back”

Rax:

💙 💜

“He’s got a good heart but he’s got to get out of his own head. He’s practically smothering them…”

Zephyr:

💙 💙 💔

“… I’m sorry I can’t really give him what he’d want. I just… I can’t let Mother win….”

Serra:

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 💕

“I’m glad she’s gonna be sticking around while the boys go on their trip. It’ll, uh, be nice to have the place to ourselves. … I can tell what’s she’s wanting to do, even if it’ll take her a while to make up her mind on it… And if she goes through with it I think I want to be with her”

???:

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 💔

“I’m sorry….. i’m so sorry…. I miss you so much…”

#askteamspirit #pokemon #pokeask #ref #relationships #if you feel like one of your characters has a significant relationship to one of mine #but they’re not here #just dm me! #it very well could have just slipped my mind or not occurred to me!

[suguful]

ᥫ᭡ — the media wonders why itoshi rin’s fingers have been empty these days

╰➤ gender neutral , pro athlete au

while rin has never seemed to be the sentimental type, there’s no denying the attachment he seems to have to the promise ring always sitting on the fourth finger of his left hand. the sterling silver shines proudly wherever he goes — between run-ins with paparazzi while on trips to the grocery store, press conferences before a big game, and as well as on the field itself: rin’s dedication to keeping the piece of jewelry on him at all times has garnered the notice of reporters and fans alike.

he had bought matching rings for the two of you on your second anniversary, presented to you in the confines of your bedroom. with a whisper and assurance of deep affection, rin slipped the ring on your finger before sliding on his own. a kiss to your knuckles sealed the promise laid in the piece of jewelry — a promise of sure love.

the gentle weight of silver on rin’s finger grounded him, cool and smooth and symbolizing what is only to be shared between the two of you. worn with pride, the ring has never failed to catch light in each public spotting of the famed itoshi rin.

never, until this past week.

starting with scrutiny of rin’s empty fingers during a home game, alarm bells had already started blaring through the minds of fanatics itching to get the latest update on rin’s love life as well as reporters looking to get a juicy scoop for their next story.

he probably forgot to put it on this morning, some reasoned, while others jumped the gun to decide that yes, something had indeed occurred between rin and his long time partner.

it was a day of nonsensical talk, rin had told himself, that was all. he could stomach that much.

what rin could not stomach, though, was the snowballing of such nonsense day by day. a ringless day on the field, followed by a ringless press conference the next day alongside a ringless interview a few days afterward — the people were convinced.

“this is ridiculous.” rin rubs his forehead in irritation, glowering down at the headlines plastered across his screen. he shows you his phone, expression deadpanned and tired of the turbulence of public word. you read the titles presented to you.

Breakup Rumors Circulate Pro Athlete Itoshi Rin

Itoshi Rin DUMPED?

IS IT RINOVER?

you break into a laugh, shaking your head at the silly tabloid articles. “i think it’s kinda funny, actually.”

“you’re insufferable,” rin rolls his eyes at you. “give me your hand.”

rin takes your hand in his, turning it over and cupping the front of your fingers with his. he brushes his thumb over the ring sitting on your finger — just as rin’s will on his own finger in a few day’s time — and brings it up to his mouth. he presses a tender kiss to it, just as he had done on the very first day.

“couldn’t wait one week,” he grabs his phone again, sliding open the camera app. taking a second to focus the lens on your hand in his, ring front and center, he snaps a quick picture before letting you go. “breakup rumors my ass.”

you hear your phone vibrate nearby, and you glance at the notification that had popped up on your screen.

itoshirin just posted.

“and what’s this?” you look towards rin, suspicion etched into the eyes and smile he sought to take care of.

he only shrugs at you. “took care of it.”

you tap the notification, opening up rin's post. though it had only been a few seconds, a couple thousand had already beat you to it.

alongside the photo he had just taken — poorly lit, illuminated mainly by the subtle sparkle of what could only be the matching piece to the notoriously absent ring — is a brief caption.

We’re fine. Just getting my ring cleaned.

#rin x reader #itoshi rin x reader #bllk x reader #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin #rin #blue lock x reader #blue lock #blue lock rin

[kairoot]

FIRSTS W/ HEESEUNG !

⟢ pairing : heeseung x reader ➖ genre : fluff, suggestive ➖ requested : no ➖ warnings : none really, kissing, nicknames, joking around, mentions of being tipsy ➖ wc: 755

FIRST DATE — on your first date, heeseung was pretty nervous cause he wanted to make a good first impression but he tried to act cool. (and the cool act worked.) it started with subtle conversation and he didn’t even mean for you to take what he was saying as a way of asking you out. but boy, was he proud of himself. he was very flirty, but a gentleman during your date and would only ask you what you wanted to do, making sure you were comfortable at all times.

“you know, i’d really like to visit that new amusement park sometime.”

“why don’t we go?” you said, nudging him gently.

“oh, well, i-“

“c’mon it’ll be fun!”

so in reality, you asked him out first but it was worth it. he won you a few prizes and one big panda plushie. (i should make a more detailed hc about this.)

HOLDING HANDS — it was on your first date actually! hee wanted to make sure you were safe and close to him since the amusement park was PACKED. he inched closer to you while you were walking and subtly slipped his hand into yours. his fingers intertwined with yours tightly, pulling you closer to his side.

FIRST KISS — it was a New Year’s party you guys attended. you both had a bit too much to drink. you were all over eachother on the sofa, his arm wrapped around you and your body leaning into his chest. it was all just smiles and giggles until you both got a bit too close and couldn’t back away. heeseung couldn’t stop looking at your lips and you caught onto his gaze, your very tipsy mind still being able to see his intentions. eventually, his pouty lips were on yours, placing a wet kiss against them. your lips moved in sync until you gently pushed him away to breathe and before anything got too heated.

“i-i’m sorry, i-“

“no, no, i just couldn’t breathe,” you giggled, gripping his arm.

“c’mon, let’s take an Uber to my place. or yours, i really don’t care.”

FIRST ‘I LOVE YOU’ — you guys were FaceTiming when heeseung accidentally ended the call with a ‘love you’. he quickly called back with his face and ears all red, apologizing. it took you by surprise but you were smiling at how flustered he got because, well, he took himself by surprise.

“i didn’t mean to-“

“it’s okay, hee. i love you too, baby.” you giggled, a smile forming on his face.

he gave you a few compliments and couldn’t stop saying ‘i love you’ but eventually said his goodnights and hung up again.

FIRST FIGHT — you and heeseung try not to buttheads but every couple has fights whether they’re healthy or not. you both have definitely had your share. your first fight occurred when you had invited heeseung to your house and he didn’t arrive at the time he said he would. which of course, you got worried. the man wasn’t answering your calls or texts and it was getting unbelievably late. when he finally did arrive, he smelled of alcohol and sweat.

“heeseung, where have you been?! i’ve called, i’ve texted, heck- i nearly emailed!”

he walked over toward you after locking the door, softly grabbing your wrists.

“i was out, baby, i-“

“out where? cause you smell like you had a butt load of soju.”

heeseung was definitely not aware of the dilemma or how worried you were.

his face softened and his smile fell. he saw the small bags under your eyes; seeing as it was late, you didn’t sleep at all, wanting to know where in the world your boyfriend could be.

“i know. after work, i went out with the guys and i completely forgot to tell you that i would be late, i’m sorry.”

you sighed, shaking your head.

“heeseung, you have a girlfriend now. you can’t just forget to tell me these things.”

FIRST ANNIVERSARY — heeseung took you to multiple places during the day of your anniversary. a bakery, art class, you name it. but at night, you both stayed in his apartment. he set you both up with a movie and a bunch of snacks that were definitely not good for either of you. you even went outside to stargaze for a little bit, along with him making cheesy pick-up lines about you and the stars. you both went back in eventually, pulling an all-nighter with tons of games and more movies.

★ ★ ★

milan’s note: can you tell i’m in my heeseung era

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[reverseexorcist]

♡ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡

You couldn't not give me Carmilla fucking Carmine and expect me not to go feral over her-

➲ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 Carmine + !F!Reader

➲ Romantic ☒, Platonic ☐

➲ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 Count; 1,479 Words

➲ Warnings/notes; Female reader, these are kind've all over the place, Carmilla might be a tad OOC since this is my first time writing her

➲ There are so many different ways this relationship could possibly start. The mind boggles trying to think of all of them. Just think of all the potential shenanigans that could occur and have fun with that

➲ But lemme just say before anything - This woman is fiercely protective over you. Not in the cutesy, clingy kind've obsessive way, but the silently scary scary-dog privilege kind've partner. The epitome of 'excuse me sir, they asked for no pickles', and, because I love this trope, you are the only person (besides her daughters) that she will ever fully be soft for.

➲ Insert 🥺 right here

➲ Just, get you a woman who looks at you the way Carmilla looks at her wife. That's all I can say

➲ The soft moments in the morning when you can just lay in bed and watch her get ready. Pulling her hair up into her signature, gravity defying buns(?) and delicately slip on and twine her angelic steel shoes. The minutes of her fingers expertly working away in a comfortable silence as you just lay under the comfort of your warm blankets? Those are the moments right there 👌

➲ Probably not one for physical affection, at least not in public. Definitely not in public. Her reputation alone would probably put you in danger, which is, y'know, not good, so no hand-holding in public

➲ (Honestly, one part of her probably prefers not to be seen with you in public for that exact reason. The other part wants to keep you in her line of sight at all times because at least then she can personally keep you safe)

➲ All of that being said, can't deny she'd probably give top tier hugs. Proper bear hugs because this woman is tall and strong and would undeniably make you feel safe whenever you're in her arms. Depending on how tall or short you are, she could also probably pick you up if you really wanted 👉👈

➲ (She could 100% pick you up, and probably with one hand as well)

➲ Gives the most tender of little kisses. Small pecks on the cheeks and forehead whenever she's tired from work, her larger fingers gently grazing the sides of your head as her fluffy hair tickles your face

➲ And the adorable little pet names she whispers to you! Maybe you're just passing by each other in an almost empty street or just relaxing at home together, but she'll always try and take the chance to whisper something like 'mi Vida', 'mi Corazón' or 'mi Reina' just loud enough for the two of you to hear

➲ Let's be real, this woman is really goddamn tall, so you're probably shorter than her and she absolutely loves it and would absolutely tell this to your face just to fluster you. What she loves even more is the way you'd have to reach up on your tippy toes with her leaning down to meet you halfway just to have you playfully kiss her on the tip of her nose or her chin

➲ Maybe, very rarely, if she's feeling extra sentimental, she'd love it if you sat on her lap while she works in her home office, just so she can have your comfort and warmth nearby. More often than not this scenario would end up with you falling asleep in her lap and her carrying you back to bed with the smallest of smiles on her face

➲ If she could really help it, she'd prefer to keep you as far away from her work as possible. As much as she would love to have you in the office, maybe helping her with paperwork or something similar so she could have you at within her reach at all times of the day, arms dealing is a dangerous job. At least her daughter's have each other's backs' when they're out doing business, but you'd probably have to make it on your own or with one of her other employees and that's a big no no in her eyes

➲ Also, speaking of her daughters, your relationship with them would vary wildly depending on when you met them

➲ If you started dating Carmilla when Clara and Odette were rather young, they'd probably cling on to you like a second mother figure. In some cases, they might've even preferred you over Carmilla for the sole fact that their toddler puppy eyes work on you better than their biological mother

➲ Your dynamic would probably just be the three of you racing to see who could give Carmilla a hug first after she gets home from work

➲ (Though, this only works if Carmilla is hell-born seeing as sinner's can't have children)

➲ If you started dating Carmilla when they were older though, there might be a bit of a tense air when you first meet. Carmilla's protectiveness isn't just one way - Her daughters absolutely adore her, and although they definitely couldn't protect her physically, they'd do their damn best to protect her emotionally

➲ They'd warm up to you after some time though, seeing you do truly love their mother with your whole heart. You'd never be a parent to them, barely even a step-parent, but they'd respect you and care for you like family nonetheless because you make their mother happy

➲ Either way, her heart melts seeing the three of you getting alone, and she 100% has a family picture she keeps on her desk for her eyes only

➲ Sometimes she just waits until you fall asleep so she can cradle your head in her heads oh so carefully. She just sort've stares at you, her eyes glowing in the dark with her wild mane of hair spilling out behind her, and she just traces all the intricate details of your face with her eyes

➲ And then she just sort've hugs you closer to her, tugging the blankets a little tighter around the two of you as she presses the littlest of kisses to your forehead before relaxing into the pillows

➲ But just imagine Carmilla with a wife who died so much later after her. Just this tall, scary and proper woman that strikes fear into the hearts of millions with her little gremlin wife who keep talking about shit like reddit that the other sinners just don't understand (not even Carmilla herself, but she finds your antics somewhat entertaining, at least when she doesn't have to act as your self preservation instincts and keep you safe)

➲ Extermination is your least favourite day for multiple reasons

➲ The first being, well, the exorcists descending form heaven to brutally murder sinners left and right, but also because Carmilla changes around this time

➲ It's understandable, especially with what happened in one of the previous exterminations when she and her daughters got caught, but it still scares you to see you usually cool, calm and loving wife turn into a robot who's only goal is to get you and her daughters to a safehouse to wait out the terror outside

➲ Doesn't mean you're not grateful, though. You can look past all of that because you know she's just doing it to keep you safe, and in the end you'd rather be safe and living with your family rather than dead on the end of an exorcist's spear

➲ You probably also have a good relationship with the other overlords, despite never having gone to a meeting

➲ (It's because of this you've never met Velvette or the other Vee's, and if Carmilla has a say, you never will)

➲ Rosie, being the social butterfly she is, loves to talk gossip with you every chance she gets. Zestial likes to join in on your little sessions, not saying anything but bringing tea for everyone to drink and enjoy. Clara also likes to join in sometimes, but her sister would much rather sit with her mother and just watch the chaos unfold in front of them

➲ Almost certainly has caught you trying on her shoes when she's not looking. A part of her is annoyed because she'd rather not have you involved in anything to do with her work, but the innocent look you give her makes her rethink her annoyance in the moment

➲ She'd later found out Clara helped you because you also wanted to try and walk around on pointe like the rest of the family. No idea why you skipped straight to trying the angelic weapon shoes, but Carmilla does offer to help you later

➲ Overall, great wife and I'd give her a 9/10. One point deducted probably because she'd be a tad too overprotective, but everything else about her is great; From her bear hugs to those little moments the two of you share

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Masterlist,

#carmilla carmine x reader #carmilla x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel carmilla carmine #carmilla carmine #hazbin hotel headcanons #wlw #hazbin hotel x you #carmilla carmine x fem reader

[akoyaxs]

Tì'eylan Teaser ✮ Pairing: Aonung x fem!human!reader ✮ Trope: Friends to lovers ✮ Tags: mentions of sexual partners, talk of sex, size difference, fluff (no smut YET)

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“Tell me,” he says with a small, ponderous frown, as though something had just occurred to him, though you knew this look perfectly well to guess what he was about to say was not some casual thought that slid nonchalantly into his mind. “How have you been taking care of yourself?”

You look wearily up from your beadings to squint at him – all stretched out and full of lazy curiousity on the woven mat of your marui. This is how you often spent the warm afternoons in Awa’atlu; you beading or mixing herbs or cooking or something actually useful, while your friend bothers you.

You were still too weary of actually swimming with people, surrounded by beautiful, tall, slim, lithe na’vi girls, and although Aonung had tried to convince you a million times, those bikinis you brought with you remained secretly stowed away deep in the darkest parts of your marui.

Sometimes at night, you would slip out the walkway of your marui into the cool ocean below, but careful that there’s no one around to see. At least it meant na’vi were absolutely shocked to say the least when they saw just how curvy human bodies could get without your flowy clothing.

“What are you on about?” you sigh. “I’m perfectly healt-”

“I meant physically,” Aonung says casually. “Maintaining yourself sexually.”

Oh.

Your friend did have a habit of being carelessly blunt in his manners, but that was one thing that managed to take you by surprise.

“What do you think?” you laugh, throwing off your disconcertion and far too used to your friend - and all na’vi really - disregard for topics very much taboo for humans to be thrown off by the quite personal question.

“Well…” he shifts closer to gage your expression, a small furrow creasing his brow. “You are the only tawtute here, and I’m sure even your kind have sexual needs that must be met. So how…”

“Do I cope when I get horny?” you finished, raising your brows and wrinkling your nose at him. Aonung nods, throat looking a little tight but otherwise unbothered by the delicacy a conversation like this should typically have. “What sort of answer are you looking for, Aonung?”

He blinks, then shakes his head in a puppyish way and you grin.

“I don’t just take care of myself on my own, if that’s what you’re wondering,” you answer elusively.

You never told Aonung the truth. The truth that you have no shortage of Metkayina men offering to deal with your sexual desires, lost in their own curiosity of human-na’vi sexual experimentation.

And you’d be lying if you pretended you weren’t attracted to them. How could you not be?

Na’vi were nine to ten feet of practically pure muscle, cloaked in beautiful, smooth blue skin and glimmering with pretty glowing tahnì. They were slim and wire, agile and graceful in their movements and talented beyond anything a human could ever possibly possess.

So, discreetly, you would indulge in all sorts of capers. It was, admittedly, a lot of fun.

Sometimes you’d be offered pretty little gifts, clumsily complimented on your human looks and talents, or even simply carried away in heated moments of pleasure and experimentation.

But here was Aonung, nearly your best friend at this point, who just heard your vague answer to his curious question.

You can physically see the moment the connotation of your words sinks into his thick skull, and his eyes widen large as Pandora and his lips part in shock.

“Oh, don’t look so surprised,” you grin, flicking him on the shoulder. “You didn’t expect me to sit all tight and pretty and alone while practically stranded on an island of mega hot people, did you?”

Aonung looks as though he very much did expect that, or at least the thought of you fucking other members of his clan had certainly never crossed his mind. In fact, he looks nothing short of stupefied as he stares at you.

“Who?” he demands, an unmistakable scowl settling over his face.

“Really?” you laugh, rolling your eyes. “Like I’d tell you?”

“Why not?” he asks sullenly, muscles tense and jaw clenched.

“Because I know you, Aonung,” you smile. “And I know how you act around Tsireya with Lo’ak, and I don’t need your stupid ass scaring away my possible companions.”

“Companions,” he grunts with derisive amusement, before his scowl fixes once again and he furrows his brow once more. “You do know I do not see you as a sister, right?”

“Yeah well… don’t tell me that if I share who I’ve been with that you won’t get mad at them.”

Aonung pauses, and you can see he recognises your point; at the slightest mention of a name, Aonung would be up with the guy pinned up bruised and bloodied.

“So you like na’vi then?” Aonung questions. “Even though we’re double your height and could throw you twenty feet?”

“On the contrary,” you say with a sly, amusing grin, “that’s exactly what I like.”

When Aonung’s face slackens a little in shock, you laugh openly and shake your head.

“But who cares if I like na’vi- they’re hot and muscly, so it’s totally justified in my opinion!” you say with a wide, shameless grin. “The real question is why the guys were attracted to me – if humans are so small and weak looking or whatever else you giants think of us, then why would they want to fuck me?”

“That really is a whole other question,” Aonung sighs, rolling his eyes as though you’re being stupid. “But be honest, what do you think of me-”

He’s cut off by your pillow smacking him heavily in the face, and resurfaces to find your little frown a foot away from his.

“Hey, I was honest with you,” you scowl. “If you don’t want me going back to thinking you’re an absolute dick again- leave it.”

And he does, reluctantly.

All afternoon you can see him itching to question you more about it, burning with the desire to find out who you had been with, still shocked by the revelation that you fucked around with people in his clan, and he never even knew.

But he knows better than to push you, so he stays quiet, watching you work quietly.

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[katelynnwrites]

All’s Well That Ends Well (To End Up With You) | Felicitas Rauch

warnings: a tiny bit of angst but it’s mostly fluff

word count: 2145

summary: your national teammates have a conversation about starting families and it prompts a conversation between you and feli

a/n: let me know what you think of this please? i got this idea from the born for this documentary and it’s been buzzing around my head for a while because i was kind of hesitant if i should write it…if it’s good i might write a bit more about feli and kids :)

You’re certain that this is the team that will go far in the Euros. Hell, the mood in camp is one so perfect that you are filled with the conviction that you might just win the whole damn thing. It is what every single member of your team is working towards.

The tournament might still be eight months away but things are just shaping up so well.

These people you’re with, they are more than just teammates. They’re good friends.

Good friends that you are happy to celebrate an early Christmas with.

The national team staff and some of your teammates have been kind enough to help set up a small Christmas get together, with food and drinks.

It might be the midst of international break and you might be only two metres away from the hotel entrance but it makes all the difference.

Everyone needs to get their minds off football and relax sometimes, especially when the last game of the year is just around the corner.

Curled into Feli’s side, you giggle at the story Sara is telling. You can feel Felicitas’ body vibrate with laughter and you press yourself closer to her.

Your wife easily slips her arm around your waist in response.

She drops an affectionate kiss onto the top of your head even as she continues listening to her fellow defender.

The smile on your face grows as the rest of your teammates pitch in, the alcohol helping everyone to loosen up.

Feli’s fingers gently running over your side and the pleasant buzz of the mulled wine distract you for a few minutes and when you focus back on the conversation, it’s to Kathy saying that it would be nice if men could get pregnant too.

A round of laughter rings out immediately and you grin at the very thought. It would certainly be helpful for some of your teammates, both national and club alike.

Lina jokes that she would get her boyfriend pregnant right away if she could and everyone chuckles a little harder.

When that dies down though, there is a moment of sobering silence.

‘You’d actually like to have kids though…right?’

Marina directs the question at anyone and everyone, her tone being an indicator of just how difficult this particular subject is. It’s unusual for the typically smiley woman to be so serious.

Both Kathy and Lina nod, Laura following after a moment.

A few of the youngest players like Jule and Obi simply shrug. That’s fair you think, because it’s not something that would be on the forefront of their mind at that age.

But for you, being a few years older, it has.

So you nod too and can’t help but slip your hand into your wife’s when she does the same, a tad shyly.

You’ve talked about it before you even started dating, wanting to be on the same page before starting a relationship that might turn out to be lasting.

You are incredibly happy that it did and are so thankful for having that conversation with Feli.

Being a mom has always been something you want and marrying someone who wants the same thing as you was always important.

It never occured to you while you were growing up that that person would come into your life, in the form of Felicitas Rauch.

Two months into calling her your girlfriend and you knew that she would be the only one you would ever want to start a family with.

It assures you the feeling must be mutual when the brunette squeezes your hand lightly, glancing at you adoringly.

‘I feel ready to start a family now but I guess with football, I will have to wait a couple more years.’ Kathy sighs.

You make a sympathetic noise and your fellow Wolfsburg player looks up.

‘I’m guessing that you can relate. I see how you are with the younger fans. Do you want a girl or a boy?’ She asks softly.

Shrugging, you murmur, ‘I don’t mind either. I just want them to be healthy, you know?’

Kathy gives you a tiny smile and nods her understanding.

Your heart warms just thinking about it and the hopeful smile you give the blonde in return makes you miss the one on Feli’s face dimming.

Felicitas keeps your hand in hers but doesn’t say much more for the rest of the night.

She does not meet the worried looks you give her and by the end of the little celebration, your anxiety is just about eating you whole.

You don’t remember the last time you’ve felt this uncertain with your wife.

As everyone makes their way back to their respective rooms, you trail after her to the room you’re sharing.

‘Liebling?’ You softly prompt and the brunette defender frowns as she shuts the door.

‘What’s wrong?’

Felicitas stiffens and she sits down on her bed, drawing her knees up to her chest.

Her brown eyes are full of emotion when she quietly asks, ‘You want a baby now?’

‘Well not now now but maybe after the Euros…’ You admit.

Your wife’s eyes widen and you reach for her hand hurriedly, saying, ‘Don’t you? We’ve been married for a few years and I think we’re in a good enough place in our careers.’

Feli shakes her head, stammering, ‘I-I love you but I’m not ready.’

As hard as you try to hide it, you can’t stop the hurt that flashes across your face from showing.

‘Liebling, I’m sorry.’ Feli pleads, squeezing your hand tightly and touching your wedding ring.

‘Don’t be. You aren’t at fault for the way you feel. I-I just thought you wanted to have children as badly as I do.’ You whisper, covering her hand with yours.

This, if possible, makes your wife feel even worse.

There are tears slipping down her face as she takes a deep breath, trying to explain herself.

‘I do. Believe me I do. That’s not what I’m not ready for. Liebling I want to have a baby with you, I’m ready to start a family with you. It’s been on my mind for a long time but what I’m not ready for is putting football on hold.’

‘Felicitas…’ You breathe.

‘I love you. I love you so incredibly much and I’ve dreamed of having a family with you but I can’t do it now. I’m twenty six and I know that’s not old but I’m terrified of not being able to get back my current form after I give birth.’

‘Feli I love you too but I don’t understand.’ You murmur.

Your wife makes a frustrated noise, ‘Don’t you see how hard Almuth is struggling? I know that I’m not as old as she was when she got pregnant but I don’t think I can go through it liebling.’

‘I know and I admire her for it but Feli…I’m not asking you to put yourself through that.’

The fullback simply stares at you with clear confusion.

There’s a smile on your face as you tease, ‘You know liebling, the good thing about being in a lesbian relationship is that both of us can get pregnant.’

‘What?’

‘I’m younger than you Feli. I’ll recover faster, and be able to get my fitness back faster.’

‘Y-You want to be the one to carry our baby?’

Your wife’s tone is one of complete disbelief.

‘Yes.’ You answer simply.

‘But why? You’re our star striker for club and country. You are at the top of your game liebling. Hell Barcelona wants you and while I know you turned them down, chances like that aren’t given to just anybody. As a player, you are far more valued than I am. For you to put your career on hold…’ Feli’s voice gets gradually quieter before it tails off.

The Wolfsburg defender swallows hard, her gaze never leaving yours.

It is barely audible when she mumbles, ‘If you get pregnant after the Euros, you might not be able to come back in time for the World Cup.’

‘Felicitas, my love, don’t you know that I will give up anything if it means being able to be a mother with you? Winning a world cup is a dream but being able to have a family with you is the biggest dream.’

If the brunette wasn’t crying before, she certainly is now.

Her hands are gentle as she cradles your face to kiss you. She tastes like the salt of her tears but the action still takes your breath away.

‘Do you really mean that?’ Feli whispers against your lips.

You nod, leaning your forehead against your wife’s.

She presses one more kiss onto your mouth, murmuring, ‘Let’s do it. I want to have a baby with you liebling. As soon as possible.’

‘Okay…okay that sounds like a plan.’ You tearfully agree.

******

You’re pregnant a month after Germany finishes runners up in the Euros.

******

Feli was right. You are far from being able to make it back in time for the World Cup but you never expected yourself to be anyway.

That doesn’t mean that you aren’t there to support your wife, fellow national teammates and country though.

You are in the friends and family section, with your newborn dressed in the tiniest Rauch, 17, jersey.

Where your wife found noise cancelling headphones small enough to fit on his head, you’ll never know but he looks adorable.

He peers curiously at his surroundings during the first half, never once crying but rather being content to be held by you.

Felicitas blows you and him a kiss each as she makes her way back down the tunnel at halftime.

Her bun is messy and it is getting colder as the sun sets but her eyes are shining with adoration.

She mimes catching the kiss you blow her in return and you giggle.

‘Your mama’s so silly.’ You tell your son as you rock him gently.

The newborn sucks determinedly on his fist in response and you giggle.

He has Feli’s eyes and you don’t know how you will ever be able to tell him no when he grows up. You certainly are not able to tell your wife no when she looks at you with her pretty eyes.

******

Your country puts two more into Morocco’s goal before Felicitas is subbed out in the 89th minute.

You cheer louder than anybody when she leaves the pitch because you are always going to be her biggest fan.

The brunette catches sight of you just before she sits down at the bench, her cheeks flushing a bright pink at the look of pride on your face.

You chuckle at that, pressing a light kiss onto your baby’s forehead. He’s fallen asleep, the cool Australian night air giving his cheeks a rosy hue, nearly identical to his mother’s.

The match is nearly over now and Lea fires one more into the opposition’s net to make it a six-nil win before the full time whistle blows.

There’s a tangible joy in the stadium, from the fans and your team.

Everyone is celebrating but you only have eyes for your wife.

She’s making directly for you, climbing over the barriers and pulling you into an excited kiss.

‘I love you.’ Feli declares.

‘Love you too.’ You grin.

The fullback kisses you once more, her hands cradling your face eagerly.

‘How’s our son?’ She asks, bending down to lightly press her lips onto his forehead. He remains fast asleep, not even stirring when you transfer him into the Wolfsburg player’s arms.

Your wife coos softly, adjusting the blanket you wrapped him in, to protect his tiny body from the cold.

Felicitas is entirely enamoured with him, just as she has been since she saw him on the initial ultrasound.

You always knew she would be down bad but when your son gripped Feli’s finger tight the moment she first held him, well she exceeded all your expectations.

The brunette holds him close, breathing in his baby smell before looking up hesitantly.

‘C-Can I take him down to the pitch? I know we talked about keeping him off social media but I want to share this moment with him.’

You don’t even have to think twice about your answer.

‘Felicitas of course you can. I might have carried him but he’s your son too.’

Your wife can’t resist kissing you once more before she leads you back down onto the pitch with her, despite your protests.

‘Liebling this is your special moment, your World Cup debut.’

‘Yes and I want to share it with my family.’ She matter of factly states.

There’s no arguing with her and so it is with a smile on your face that you let her slip her hand into yours.

Being there with Feli, as she holds the baby you had together against her chest…it’s everything you have ever dreamed of.

German Translation:

liebling - love

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[dustykneed]

for context: star trek into darkness (specifically, my take on the implications of bones doing what he had to do and the emotional fallout of those missing scenes) (not that ive seen it!! but ive read enough fic to know the gist of it LMAO) (can you believe this started as an impulse draw to see if i could use pastels to convey heavy emotions and now im writing a very very long headcanon in my notes app.)

...

Leonard goes and he plays god, and injects Jim with that godforsaken blood, and then there is nothing left to do but wait.

He sinks into the chair at his desk, and steeples his fingers together. It occurs to him that these circumstances are the sort that would drive any religious man to bow his head and clasp his hands together, like so, and pray.

--but he is a doctor, and he has never been religious, and he has a duty to do, and he has broken his oath, and there is blood on his hands and flecking his shirt.

Leonard sits very still at his desk and weeps, and he does not pray.

...

sorry to all of y'all who had to find out i was an angst goblin this way <///3 but basically the hc/rough fic is an extension of the angst potential of that one scene where jim wakes up and fixates on spock (and his lack of response towards bones is never addressed afterwards i think? not sure but it's an interesting premise imo)

brief summary: bones never gets closure from jim after he wakes up because jim and spock get together immediately after and it just slips their minds, so bones is stuck in "oh god jim's dying" mode and feels absolutely terrible, but the bridge crew helps a bit by being there for him to hang out with, but still bones does overwork while trying to work through the sense of wrongness of not being able to have his emotional needs met after the whole jim dying fiasco and feeling like his best friend has forgotten him. he admittedly makes good progress (by which i mean he's able to take really big overwhelming feelings and put them away well enough in his daily life to function relatively normally) but the crushing grief is always in the background. about a month or so after spirk gets together, spock accidentally brushes bones' arm and is absolutely slammed by a wave of unexpected exhaustion and emotional pain and is like ??????!!!????????? long story short he drags bones to jim and bones cries for the first time since jim "died" and it is immensely cathartic and then jim blurts out a confession because he has horrible timing and asks bones to join him and spock and obviously bones cries harder and spock is about to smack jim upside the head lmao (bones says its way too much to process and he needs time but hes not exactly opposed, and they all start spending more time together, and then eventually bones is like fuck it and asks for a kiss and they finally get together !!!!!!)

as a treat for reading all of my mildly insane word vomit y'all get a soft bittersweet aos mcspirk scribble<33

gotta love aos jim's majestic eyebrows and aos spock's general sort of >:[ expression!! really growin on me tbh

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[princessbunnib]

Cxm Cadet

Simon 'GHOST' Riley |Cod/Mw2|

Summary: Simon makes erangments to bring one of your dirty fantasies to life.

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley & John 'Soap' Mactavish X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, MM4F, Foursome, Choking, Dom Simon, and Soap, Creampies, Come Eating, Oral |M| Receiving, Manhandling Reader, Degrading, Possesive/Jealous Simon, Breeding Kink, Clothed Male Naked Female, Anal, Vaginal Sex, Double Penetration, Recording/Taking Photos Of Y/n During Sex, Simon With A Daddy Kink, Flirtatious/Cocky Simon, Begging, Facial, Come In Mouth.

Author's Note: Smut is very long to make up for my hiatus<3. I'm back now Bunni's.

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You walked into your shared house with Simon and John walking in behind you. The three of you had went to a bar. Originally Simon was going to go without you, but he invited you to join them out of nowhere. You had a small crush on John for a while now so clearly you accepted with a smile on your face.

Simon for sure knew about your attraction to the both of them. Part of him was jealous about the idea and it did rise up some insecurity in him but he chose to not focus on it that much. All it took was a conversation for you to tell him that you only wanted him. John was just there for you to look at, nothing more. Also, who wouldn't want to sleep with their boyfriends friends? It's a well known fantasy.

You stumbled into the livingroom as the room seemed to be moving along with you, you found yourself fallen over the arm of the couch and face down into the cushion, your back forming an arch as you giggled thinking about the fun times that occurred earlier in the night.

Your body felt warm inside, the alcohol swimming through your bloodstream kept your nerves low, relaxing you and making you not so on edge.

You sighed heavily in relief not aware of the two men who were staring at your ass as your skirt had slipped up your hips. Your panties were now on display. They glanced at eachother for a breif moment until Simon decided to speak up. "Uhm sweetheart, have you forgotten that you're wearing a skirt? We can see your panties..." He chuckled, standing behind you and holding your hips, continuing to take in the view of your round clothed ass.

"Mhmmm~ I think so... is that a problem?" You asked looking back at him.

He smirked and shook his head. "No baby, it's not..." He then motioned for John to walk over to you aswel. The both of them staring down at you. Simon behind you and John standing in front of you.

You looked at Simon, then John. You noticed something was different with them. Usually Simon is more so the conservative type, he doesn't like to be outright with his sexual escapades. Especially because they all include you. The side of his personality that you receive in the bedroom is completely different from who he is to others.

"Why are you guys surrounding me like this? I hope this ends the way that I think it is... Have I said how much I've wanted to fuck John before?" You smiled letting your mind to think lewdly.

Simon pulled you off of the couch and stood you in front of him.

"Jesus Y/n, you dress like a fucking whore..." He groaned pressing your hips onto him.

"Exactly, I would be lying if I said that i haven't fantasized about bending her over and fucking her in the shortest skirt she owns." John said holding your throat and staring at your body.

"Oh wow- well I do wear them for easy access when Simon needs to fuck me for stress relief~" You said biting your lip at him.

You grinned placing your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, he groaned and held your waist to pull you close to him but Simon refused to let you go.

"Why fight over her when we can both have her at the same time? I'm sure she wouldn't mind... isn't that right princess?" Simon stated, turning your face so you could look up at him.

"Really? When I asked you the first time you were upset with me." You said slightly getting excited.

"I know... but I can be a bit possesive over you baby... I'll allow it as long as I'm apart of it." He stated before lifting your shirt to expose your breasts that sat perfectly in your bra, further peaking John's interest in the situation.

"You don't have to just stand there, use her however you'd like... she loves being manhandled too, so don't be afraid to toss her around a bit."

"Am I allowed to come inside?" John asked lifting a brow.

"Don't ask me- ask her." Simon responded with a light shrug.

You giggled with a smile, your mouth was nearly watering at the simple thought of their cocks being forcebly stuffed inside you. "Yes you can... I want so many loads of come tonight~♡"

"See? She's such a whore I wasn't lying when I've told you some stuff that she's into..."

You squeezed your thighs together at the sound of Simon's voice. He was confident in what he said, stating how well he knew your body fed his ego. He then looked down at you, demanding your full attention by hodling your face tightly. "Since you're itching for come... do you want me to start off like usual?"

"Yes~" You grinned receiving his hand on your head.

"Good girl..." He said before looking at John. "I'm sure you want her to yourself also so we'll take turns at first then have her all at once... do whatever you need to do in order to preform and come in once we're finished. Got it?" He stated while crossing his arms.

Simon's dominant but yet caring nature turned you on the most. He had order over the agreement but still made sure to keep your interest in mind. Fuck, you have to suck him dry when you get the chance.

He deserves it.

This wouldn't mean anything after everything was said and done. You told Simon that you would like something like this just once to know what it felt like.

He loved you a lot and wanted to make you happy regardless of how he felt. But to make sure the two of you stayed on the same page, he decided to control the situation. After all, you were still his girlfriend. But at the same time. There was nothing wrong with a moment of sharing.

____

Simon sat you on the bed while crossing his arms. Standing tall and confident. "Y/n, before we start are you still okay with this?" He said lifting your head up by your chin with his index finger.

"Yes... why do you have to ask?" You responded softly. Holding his hand with both of yours so he could caress your cheek.

"Well because I don't want to force anything on you, I know you've said that the idea of this happening would be something you'd be into, but people change their minds at times." He explained.

"I'm not changing my mind... I want you two to do anything you guys want to do to me..." You stated, pulling him down to you.

He towered over you pulling his mask off to kiss your lips, moving your legs apart and caressing your inner thighs. "Alright, whatever you say then baby... no matter what I say to you tonight, I want you to know that I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too Simon..." You responded kissing him back and bucking your hips into his.

He leaned up and pulled your bra off of you, tossing it somewhere in the room. He squeezed your bare breasts in his hands and kissed down your stomach. Looking up, watching you moan as he pinched your nipples.

"Mmmh~ a-ahh~" You whimpered biting your lip to suppress your sounds while Simon took your panties off with his teeth. Making sure to be slow in the action, your body tensed up as the cold air hugged the most vulnerable parts of your body.

Your nipples standing up against his fingers, clit twitching at the feeling of his skin. You moaned, attempting to close your legs but couldn't due to Simon being rough with you.

"Such a pretty pussy... it'll look even prettier with come dripping out of it... don't you think so baby?" He asked staring down at you. "Y-yes~♡" You nodded covering your breasts in embaressment.

He chuckled and pinned your wrists to the bed, placing small bites on your skin. "Don't try to cover up now... you're acting like you weren't throwing yourself at Soap like the slut you are..."

"I wasn't throwing myself at him..." You loosely denied.

"No? You weren't? If that's the case then why do you keep clenching your thighs together hm? You're just imagining how tight your pussy will clench around his cock aren't you?"

You didn't asnwer which made him grab you and pull you down the bed, making your head hang over the edge. You looked at him from an upside down angle, watching him unbuckle his belt and groan feeling the cold buckle touch his sensitive semi hard cock.

"You don't want to be honest with me I see... that's alright, just lay there and be a personal fleshlight for me then... I like you better when you don't talk anyways."

"Simo-fhmmghhh!" He cut you off by thrusting himself info your throat. Placing his hands on the bed watching your breasts bounce along with the movements of his thrusts. They looked more fuller considering you were laying down. He winced feeling your throat clamp down repeatedly. You hit the shits panicking due to the sudden action of no air coursing through your lungs.

Simon threw his head back, thrusting faster. You closed your eyes as his heavy balls hit you in the face roughly. He placed his hand on your throat and squeezed it gently, feeling himself inside you, forming a lump.

"Don't panic baby, breathe through your nose... nghh~ fuck, you're throat feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock... almost feels like I'm fucking your amazing pussy..."

Your eyes watered as you attempted to get used to his speed. He was using you like no problem, he must have had some pent up emotions he needed to let out.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck... moan on my cock so I can feel it... oh god it's so good~♡"

You placed your hands on his hips for support and hummed clenching your thighs together, slightly bucking your hips to feel friction from your thighs touching so closely.

"Yes yes yes! Fuck! Just like that my beautiful princess... your daddy's good girl aren't you? Taking me inside with such pride... only good girls get to feel my cock destroying their throat... awe you won't be able to talk for a week~"

You rolled your closed eyes into the back of your head, you made a swallowing motion with your throat, pulling his tip deeper inside momentarily before loosening your girp. Simon gasped at the top of his lungs and covered his mouth feeling embarrassed by your ability to make him use such a submissive tone.

"Ahh~♡ agh~ ngghh... ahh~ shit...mmm"

You repeated this action once more, then again, and again, and again, and again. Simon was a moaning mess by now, loud enough to be heard throughout the house. He groaned trying to gain control over himself again but failed to. Your hands snaked up his shirt and felt his toned body. Your fingertips gliding through his happy trail.

You pressed your hands into his stomach, feeling it cave in as he let out another moan. "Ahh~ mmfffhuck~♡ St-stohppp~ nghh." He whimpered knowing exactly what you were doing.

You wanted to embaress him, you found his submissive sounds very attractive. His raspy tone would change in octivs when he moaned for you. It was rare that he'd moan this loud, his weakness was always sucking him off.

You could ask him for anything if you'd suck him dry in return when he needed it. Your face has even managed to tighten up and become a tad slimmer because of the jaw only 'exercise.'

Simon didn't want Soap to hear him. It's was already crazy enough that he was sharing his girlfriend with him under her command. He didn't want him to know how he sounded sexually. He wouldn't let Simon hear the end of it either.

He grunted and swatted your thigh, stinging pain rushed your skin making you whimper. "I said stop you f-f-ffucking w-whore... aghh~ fuck~"

He held your throat with both hands. His veins protruding from his skin. You moaned loudly with him still buried in your mouth, placing your hands on his forearms and holding them. Sometimes rubbing them as a form of affection.

He always loved when you'd touch his arms and torso. You appreciated his toned and massive physique.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna come inside your throat... are you ready to have daddy's come splurg inside?" He asked only to keep thrusting harder.

"Ahahaa~ I-I forgot you can't talk as of now... too busy sucking me for all I've got... keep taking it my good little girl... you're such a behaved princess for me... FUCK~♡"

His balls slapped against your face one last time. He groaned loudly and pulled your lower half up from the bed and buried his face into your thighs to muffle the sounds of him climaxing.

He hummed aggressively onto your clit flicking his tongue back and forth. Your legs began to jolt in his grasp. His come still shooting inside, stuffing your throat and making it's way out through your nose.

Simon thrusted quicker before his load was completely out. His balls tingling on the inside, telling him he had finished fully. He wrapped his arm around your waist keeping you off of the bed, he began to suckle and kiss on your clit loudly. Penetraing you with his long middle finger. You moaned feeling his cock slip out of you and rest on your cheek, his erecfion trying to diminish but doing the complete opposite.

"Oh god~ Ohh god~ aww fuck~♡" He moaned softly. Focusing on your lips gliding against his shaft while he still trusted outside of your mouth.

"Kiss my fat cock... fucking worship it like I'm a religion you pray to every night..."

You attempted to swallow his load while simotainiously fulfilling his request. Your glazed lips meeting with his blush red tip, collecting pre-cum on the them. You licked his inches but received a slap on the thigh as a form of 'discipline.'

"I said kiss it... don't suck or even try to get a taste you fuckin' cock hungry slut..."

You whimpered again. Watching Simon pull his belt back together while sighing heavily. You felt absolutely disgusting and used up. He didn't look at you much, you tried sitting up but was pushed back down to the bed. "Oh no no no, you aren't done doing your job yet princess... you still have another man out there who wants you to do what you do best and be a toy for him."

"Huuttt ihh hak heathhhh hoekiky~" You tried speaking but due to his come still swishing in your mouth. You couldn't speak clearly.

Simon lifted your head up from the bed staring at you. "Swallow it... daddy can't understand you princess." He ordered. You licked your lips clean and swallowed the rest. You could feel his semen partoly dripping out of your nostrils while the rest dripped back into your mouth.

"What did you need to tell me baby?" He asked speaking in a soft tone.

"I was saying I couldn't breathe... but I'm okay now..." You said wiping the corner of your mouth.

"Alright baby, do you need a break? Are you okay? I didn't go too rough on you did I?" He asked. You shook your head and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

"I'm heady~ I whanntt hore~♡"

(I'm ready~ I want more~♡")

"Perfect... stay just like that, I want to take a picture so I can jerk off to it later when you're not here for me to fuck." He said before taking his phone out of his pocket and turning the camera flash on, pointing it at you.

____

You sat on the bed naked. Simon had cleaned you up after he was done taking many pictures of you. He had got you water and gave you a while to regain composure. After a while passed he came back into the room without his shirt, mask still on but this time accompanied with gloves and his black army pants.

"You're such a good girl for me you know that? I love you..." He softly stated. Kisisng your forehead and pulling his mask back down.

The bedroom door then opened and in came John.

"Now that you've had some time to rest, we're going to take turns with you... so continue to be a good girl for me and we'll come inside you, or wherever you want us to."

You nodded not wanting to admit how turned on you were. Simon chuckled pushing you in John's direction. You fell onto him, your chest pressing on his.

He groaned holding your hips and slapped both of your cheeks making you yelp.

"Oh shit... can I fuck her ass?" He asked only for Simon to shrug.

"Dunno... ask her, I'm not the one who wants to do that right now am I?" He stated caressing your body and pulling you upwards.

You could feel John growing under you. His erection pressing against your lips as he payed attention to every detail in your breasts. One was bigger than the other but he was completely into it. There was nothing you deemned as an imperfection that would stop him from needing to fuck you.

"Can is fuck your ass?" He asked lustfuly, placing his hands on your hips and forcing you down to feel his intimidating length.

Simon pulled your hair roughly so you could get out of your head and be present. "Yes!~ please I need you to fuck my ass!" You said loudly due to the small adrenaline rush.

John pulled you down to him, turning you on your back while you laid on his chest. He scoped your legs up into his arms, aligning himself with your tight ass. Your body tensed up. The nerves were getting ahold of you quicker than you'd like to. Just thinking about them fucking you at the same time was euphoric. Simon watched your expression as he stood inbewteen your legs. Using his cock head to play with your clit, his pre-cum dripping onto the small bundle of nerves.

"I wonder how wet you are sweetheart... be a good girl while Soap fucks your sweet ass alright?"

You nodded in response. He began to focus on pleasuring you while you focused on the feeling both of your holes stretching out to a bigger size before retracting to normal. Your back arched, a sharp hissing moan slipping out.

Simon groaned holding your ankles and thrusting forward. Penetrating your g-spot. You whimpered and whined as John's thrusts were gentle but quickly began to be forceful.

The bed was moving quickly, headboard hitting the wall even quicker. They thrusted out of synce with eachother but still managed to make it pleasurable for you. John had a tight grip on your waist, his nails digging into your skin while he grunted and groaned in your ear.

"Ahh fuck you feel so good... it's so fucking tight... does she usually like anal?"

"Fuck~ hah~ of course she does... I've seen her porn history... she's a real whore when you actually know her..."

"Oh yeah? I like the sound of that..." He responded, thrusts now picking up speed.

Your walls clamped down on both of them. Now managing to pull a long moan from them. Simon stared down at you and placed his hand on your throat, putting your legs on his shoulders making you feel deeper.

His glare was lustful with a slight gleam of jealousy. Watching your face scrunch up at the eyebrows while you pulled both cocks inside deeper. He wondered if he was making you feel this way, or was it Soap.

Either way, he made it his goal to fuck you senseless by the end of the night. "What a fucking whore you are... you're enjoying this so much aren't you? Nod your head so daddy knows."

"Mhmm mhmm hmm mmmmhm!~♡" You nodded quickly and felt your vaginal muscles clench and let go, pulsating over and over until Simon pulled his hips back.

He slipped out of you momentarily to take his glove off and apply pressure to your clit flicking his fingers in a consistent direction to pull more sounds if arousal out of you.

"Mhm that's right princess... give it all to me, I know it feels good... mhmm." He nodded taking pride in managing to keep your eyes and mind on him.

Your vagina continued to clench around nothing, John's hands snaking around your torso to squeeze and play with your breasts. He pinched and twisted your nipples making you moan louder while burying his face into your neck.

"God damn your so fucking sexy Y/n, I've wanted to fuck you for so long... your ass is so fucking tight~♡"

"I can tell she's going to come at any moment... she might even squirt for us... can you do that pretty girl?" Simon smirked staring into your eyes and rubbing your clit faster.

"Hmm- yhess~" You helplessly mumbled.

"What baby? Say it louder for me... nod if your going to come..." He said.

You nodded quickly with tears running down your cheeks. You received kisses on your inner thighs before Simon shoved himself inside you again. You cried out his name in pleasure and clenched onto him, staring down and watching them use you like a toy.

"Uhhuh... just like that baby, don't be shy, let it out... we want you to feel good... fucking come already~"

You threw your head back and made a loud cry of pleasure. Simon wiped your tears away and began to match his thrusts with John's.

"Mfgghhh- AHHH~ Yess! PLEASEE~♡" You whined not knowing what you were pleading for.

"Hm? please what angel? Please what? We can't do anything for you if you don't tell us." John chimned in, caressing your face and keeping your head still so you could continue to gaze into Simon's eyes.

"I want to come so badly! Please let me come... pleaseee!" You cried harder as the pleasure was too much.

Simon chuckled and gently slapped your face again. "Wow did you hear that Soap? She wants to come... isn't that just fucking adorable."

"I know- agh... I dunno if we can make that happen, do you think we can?"

"Unfortunately no... I wanted to take my time with her..." He responded with a sadistic tone. Placing his hands on his hips and thrusting slowly inside.

John matched Simon's pace and spoke into your ear. You cried pressing your hands on your stomach, the bulge that was there before had disappeared due to Simon not fully being inside you.

"Don't ahhh~ d-do this to me-- pleaseee I need- to come!"

With them in control of your body it's not like you could produce half as much pleasure for yourself so you could finish without them. They both then pulled out of you for a breif moment to see how you'd react.

"No no I'm sorry I'm sorry! Daddy please I need it!" You said.

"What? You're sorry? Aw baby that's not going to cut it... I guess you know what you did hm? You know I don't like sharing you with anyone..."

You continued to cry at your physical emptiness. John then pushed you off of him, then walked out of the room to clean himself up. You clenched your thighs together staring up at Simon.

"He'll be back... don't worry... you just keep focusing on that empty feeling. You want to be filled up so bad don't you."

"Yes, I'm sorry... how many times do I have to say that?" You asked furrowing your brows.

"Dunno... your so gorgeous when you're needy for cock... I have to figure out if you've earned it... so far not at all."

____

"Oh god, fuck your pussy feels even better... she takes my cock inside perfectly..."

"I know right? She's such a good girl... Y/n make sure I can see your face... don't be a brat now or all of this will come to an end."

You laid on your stomach with John behind you, pinning your back to the mattress with a firm hold on the sheets as he thrusting inside your vagina. Whimpers leaving your mouth as you had enough but still had to keep going. Simon used his phone to record this lovely sight, the flash on and making sure to zoom into you to see your reaction.

"Don't act like you don't hear him now."John said lifting your head by your hair. You looked at Simon your mouth open along with your tongue sticking out.

"See? Wasn't that so easy... God you're so fucking gorgeous while letting someone else fuck you... how does it feel princess?"

"So~ ghood~♡" Your response was breathy and desperate. Simon then got onto the bed as John pulled out of you. Watching Ghost get under you and hold you close to him. John grabbed your hips keeping you at an arch, the two men looked at eachother and nodded knowing they were on the same page.

"Alright sweetheart, we're going to slide in now... in the same hole okay?" He said slowly pumping his hand up and down his shaft to keep his erecfion.

"What? Wait it's going to hurt..." You said coming back to your senses.

Simon kissed your cheek then kissed your lips. "I know baby, you got this... we'll go slow, we'll also make sure you come this time..." He said looking into your eyes and reassuring you.

You sighed heavily and wrapped your arms around his neck. Burying your face into the sheets as they held you in place to slowly penetrate you.

"Here we go princess... if it's too much we can stop... I love you."

You moaned pulling the sheets feeling their tips brush different sides of your walls. Simon penetrating downwards while John penetrated upwards. You arched your back and threw your head back crying softly. Instantly receiving praises from the both of fhem.

"I know baby we're almost inside completely... your such a good girl, you deserve everything you want... fuck~"

"Ahh~ we're going to make you come all over us... you're so pretty angel, such a gorgeous body you have... oh my god- I'm in love~♡"

This overwhelming feeling started to feel good. You could sense all the pressure buidling up in your stomach as the steadily thrusted deep. Still spewing words of admiration to keep you interested in taking both of them inside. Simon pulled his mask up and began to suck and kiss your nipples. John guiding your hips back and forth to get you to do most of the work.

Both of them moaned your name loudly as you began to rub your clit and roll your eyes back.

"Haaggff~ I love you guys! It feels fucking amazing... I'm so stretched out... God fuck!"

"We love you too angel, your such a pretty slut... look at you taking every inch, I could fuck you all night..."

"Ugh~ so can I... shit I think I'm going to come already..." Simon huffed deeply before taking your nipple in his mouth again.

"That's all I want... fill me up so fucking deep so I can get pregnant and not know who the father is until the baby is born!♡"

"Oh fuck whatever you say my gorgeous wife to be!- Aghh keep clamping down on our cocks... sucking us in everytime we try to pull out."

John pulling your wrist behind you so you could be straight up. He stared at your ass as it jiggled matching the speed of their hips. You whimpered biting down on your lip wanting the knot in your stomach to collapse already. Simon sucked his fingers briefly to rub your clit with one hand. His other caressing your chest as he watched you take every inch.

Your figure was just perfect, the way it moved and sat up while you get fucked like the whore you were. You nodded and hummed knowing your orgasm was vastly aproching. Simon watched your expression change and held your throat while John held your head in his arms keeping you in a headlock and lustfuly speaking in your ear.

"Come for me, come for me, come for me, come all over me Y/n, your my beautiful angel... come.for.me." He spoke sternly while thrusting hard matching his last words.

"Ahhhh uhhh~♡ I'M COMING! I'M COMING!" You screamed at the top of your lungs digging your nails into Simon's bare muscular chest. He grunted using his phone to record you in the middle of your high.

You could see the flash on through your eyelids and opened your eyes, staring into the camera to finish your orgasm. Simon was watching you through the screen and felt his balls tingle for an uncomfortably long amount of time before thrusting one last time and shooting his semen deep into your womb.

The sudden friction against John's cock felt way better than he'd like to admit as Simon continued to thurst to give you every last morsal of his come. His nails dug into your skin while he threw his head back, groaning and fucking his come inside you aswel.

You grinded your hips taking both of their loads and feeling the substances trickle inside you, racing to get to your insides. They both slowly pulled out. John moving to the other side of the bed while Simon turned you onto your back quickly lifting your hips up from the bed and bending you like a pretzel to keep their semen inside.

"Simon what are you doing?" You asked sighing heavily after coming down from orgasm.

"You want to not know who the father is until the baby is born right?" He stated before kissing your cheek and caressing your face.

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[asteriaas-stuffs]

Self hypnosis to enter void.

Self-hypnosis is a naturally occurring state of mind which can be defined as a heightened state of focused concentration. With it, you can change your thinking, kick bad habits, and take control of the person you are—along with relaxation and destressing from everyday life. It's similar to meditation and results in a better you.

How to apply self hypnosis.

Get into comfortable clothing. It's pretty hard entering any kind of deep, relaxed state when all you can think about is the waistband of your jeans cutting off your circulation. So take this as an excuse to throw on some sweats. You want absolutely nothing distracting you.

Make sure the temperature is good, too. Have a blanket or a sweater ready if you run on the chilly side. Sometimes feeling warm can be very comforting, too.

Although some people prefer to lie down, you are more susceptible to sleep than when sitting up. Whether you sit or lie, ensure that you do not cross your legs or any part of your body. You may be in this position for a while and this could end up being uncomfortable.

No self-hypnosis is effective if it gets interrupted by a phone call, a pet, or a kid. Turn off your phone (and the alerts), lock the door, and sequester yourself. This is you time.

The amount of time you want to dedicate to this is up to you. Most prefer to be in a trance (we try to avoid that phrase as it has certain...err...negative connotations) for about 15 or 20 minutes, but you should also allow time to get in and out of it, too.

Figure out your hypnosis goals. Are you doing it just to relax? For self-improvement? To train your brain? If you're doing it to achieve a greater end (weight loss, void), prepare a list of affirmations. Self-hypnosis can be used just for relaxation, sure, but it can be for a number of life-enhancing things, too. Many use it to achieve their goals, change their thinking, or just as general positive reinforcement or motivation. Here are some examples of affirmations you could try: I'm capable of letting go everything that's stopping me to connect myself from my higher self or you can use void Affirmation you prefer .

Entering hypnosis

Close your eyes and work to rid your mind of any feelings of fear, stress, or anxiety. When you begin, you might find it difficult not to think. You may find that thoughts keep intruding. When this happens, don't try to force the thoughts out. Observe them impartially, and then let them slip away.

Alternatively, some like to pick a point on the wall and focus on it. It could be the corner, it could be a smudge, it could be wherever you want it to be. Focus on the point, concentrating on your eyelids. Repeat to yourself that they're getting heavier and heavier and let them close when you cannot keep them open anymore.

Recognize the tension in your body. Beginning with your toes, imagine the tension slowly falling away from your body and vanishing. Imagine it freeing each body part one at a time starting with your toes and working its way up your body. Visualize each part of your body becoming lighter and lighter as the tension is removed.

Relax your toes, then your feet. Continue with your calves, thighs, hips, stomach and so on, until you've relaxed each portion, including your face and head. Using imagery techniques of something you find comforting or soothing, such as water (feel the water rushing over your feet and ankles, cleansing them of tension) can be effective as well.

Take slow, deep breaths. When you exhale, see the tension and negativity leaving in a dark cloud. As you inhale, see the air returning as a bright force filled with life and energy.

At this point, you can use visualization as you so choose. Think of a lemon and cut it in half in your mind. Imagine the juices oozing out and getting over your fingers. Place it in your mouth. What's your reaction? How does it feel, taste, and smell? Then, move onto more meaningful visions. Imagine your bills blowing away in the breeze. Imagine you running off those pounds. Get as detailed as possible. Always think of your five senses.

Appreciate the fact that you are now extremely relaxed. Imagine you are at the top of a flight of 10 stairs which at the fifth step start to submerge into water. Picture every detail of this scene from the top to the bottom. Tell yourself that you are going to descend the stairs, counting each step down, starting at 10. Picture each number in your mind. Imagine that each number you count is further down and one step closer to the bottom. After each number, you will feel yourself drifting further and further into deep relaxation.

As you take each step, imagine the feel of the step under your feet. Once you are at the fifth step imagine and truly feel the refreshing coolness of the water and tell yourself that you are stepping into an oasis of purity and cleanliness. As you begin to descend the last five steps, start to feel the water getting higher and higher up your body. You should now start to feel somewhat numb and your heart will start to race a bit, but notice it and let any qualms about the situation just drift away into the water.

Feel a floating sensation.

Repeat your affirmation to yourself as many times as you wish.

And after some minutes you're on the void boom . You can use any mediation short ones beforehand to focus or use any subliminal i would suggest lotsumi and Arabella subliminal .

#void state #law of assumption #affirm and persist #subconscious #affirmyourreality #i am god #manifestation

[arvandus]

Beneath the Bloodberry Tree

Barbatos x F!Reader (can be read as GN!Reader for this part, but future parts will likely have fem anatomy descriptions).

Content warnings: none (yet); softness, fluff; but if this is continued at all, it will later contain NSFW that will be tagged accordingly.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS: DO NOT FOLLOW OR INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

You were supposed to be asleep.  No doubt, Lucifer would scold you for being up at such an hour.

And you’d tried, tossing and turning, struggling to quiet the voices in your head, your mind running through the endless checklist of tasks and responsibilities. You’d listened to the seconds tick by into minutes, listened to the hourly chime of the clock downstairs that somehow managed to always echo into every recess of the mansion, no matter how convoluted its inner walls.

Finally, you’d given up.  Perhaps it was the silence that kept you up, the lack of noise and chaos a much-needed balm upon your weary mind.  The late night of Devildom was the only time you could find peace and quiet, when all others were asleep.  Even Lucifer, for all of his late-night working, had finally turned in to get the few hours of rest he needed in order to scrape by the next day.

You got up from your bed, slipped on your robe, and grabbed your book.  You knew exactly where you wanted to be, and it wasn’t here at the House of Lamentation.

Fortunately for you, you’d been practicing your teleportation spell with Solomon for the past month and a half.  While you weren’t perfect at it by any means, your skills were adequate enough to take you where you wanted to go at this late hour, which just so happened to be the royal gardens at the Demon Lord’s castle.  In fact, it was a very specific spot, located at the edge of the pond beneath the bent boughs of the bloodberry tree.

The roots of it rose from the earth, curved like the arms of a mother offering an embrace.  The bark was smooth and black, and you settled against it easily, your spine curving snuggly against the trunk.  You paused and stared at the skinny, hanging branches, covered in thin, metallic grey leaves that shimmered faintly in the starlight.  The boughs were overladen with white flowers, which was nothing new... the tree was always in bloom.  However, usually, the petals were colored a deep red and closed, sealed up protectively against the moonlight.  Tonight, however, with the moon well below the horizon, the petals were white and open, revealing pitch black berries in their centers, signifying the fruit’s ripeness.

“Good evening,” said a familiar, smooth voice.

You startled slightly and turned to see Barbatos, fully dressed in his demon form, his butler attire impeccable despite no one awake to see it. Your heart pounded at the sight of him, his beauty even more ethereal than usual.  You became instantly aware of your own shabby appearance, and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Barbatos??” you replied in surprise. “What are you doing up?”

Even as you asked, your eyes traveled to the half-filled basket in his hand.

The butler chuckled.  “I should inquire the same.”

He walked over and joined you in your small cove of roots, his eyes staring through the hanging boughs to the calm water beyond. Your gaze followed his.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you replied.  “I tried, but eventually gave up.  Figured I’d enjoy the quiet and do a little reading.”

“And you chose this location...?”

“Because it’s peaceful,” you smiled. “It makes me happy.” You chuckled. “And it’s away from the house of insanity.”

Barbatos chuckled.  “I see. I also often wish to linger in the late hour when the master’s needs have been met and he’s asleep. However, my duties rarely allow for it. Which is why I will cherish this special night, as it only occurs a few times a year.”

You looked at his basket of bloodberries and back up at the tree.  “They’re finally ready to be picked, huh?”

Barbatos hummed in confirmation.  “Bloodberry flowers only open up in the late night when the day’s moonlight is gone. It takes a long time for them to reach fruition.”

“They’re ripe when the flower petals turn white, as if the berry has sucked all the color from them. And you can only pick them when the flowers open, because otherwise the berries will be poisonous,” you said.

Barbatos smile grew. “I see you have been paying attention during your botany class.”

“I have a particularly good teacher,” you replied with a grin.  “Besides, I’ve always been interested in the Devildom’s fauna.  As a human, it seems like it’s something important I should know about.”

“Very true; the Devildom is not a very hospitable place for you...”

You stared down at the basket.  “So, what are these bloodberries going to be used for?”

Barbatos seemed to glow a little brighter, his normally placid face coming alight.  “A pie,” he replied. “The young master had made a comment earlier today when he noticed the colors of the flowers.”

You tilted your head at him and smiled warmly. “You’re very kind, Barbatos. Diavolo is lucky to have you.”

Barbatos fell silent for a moment as he stared at you.  His expression returned to neutral, a defense mechanism you’d come to learn, when one got a little too close to his cautious heart. He was a man who avoided temptations and refused distractions lest they lead him astray from his quest of atonement.

And yet... you couldn’t help but get the feeling that he was holding his breath, his mind working through something important.

But then the moment passed, and his gentle smile was back as he broke eye contact and stared across the water. “You are the kind one, allowing me to intrude upon your privacy. Perhaps I should allow you to return to your book.”

“Well, I’m not returning to it since I haven’t opened it up yet.  And to be fair, you were here first. I think I intruded on you.” You tilted your head thoughtfully as you eyed the basket. “I don’t feel much like reading anymore... how about I help you pick the berries? That way you can be done sooner and go to bed?”

Barbatos chuckled warmly.  “Your courtesy never fails to impress me. I’m glad the brothers have you as a positive influence.”

You rolled your eyes and shifted awkwardly beneath his praise. “Well, I don’t know about that...”

He laughed. “Able to provide compliments, but unable to receive them, I see...” he teased, as he stood up and grabbed the basket.

“Hey,” you chided playfully.  “Pot, meet kettle.”

You followed his movement with your own, your arms stretching the tiredness from your body as you raised your hands over your head and arched your back slightly. Barbatos watched you silently, the neutralness returning briefly to mask the way his eyes followed the curve if your spine. You were unaware, your eyes not watching him in that moment as you sighed and released your stretch, your arms returning to your sides.

You both began to gather the berries from the lower boughs, while Barbatos’s tail held the basket between you. After a few minutes, he broke the silence.

“What does that mean?” he asked.

“Hm?”

“The pot and the kettle. It sounds like a human colloquialism.��

“Oh!” you laughed. “It’s because they’re both black.”

“Ah, I see.... so you’re saying I’m a hypocrite?” he replied.

You grinned at him and shrugged. “If the shoe fits...”

“Another human phrase, I see. Are you doing this on purpose?”

You giggled. “Perhaps...”

Barbatos’s calm expression turned into one of hidden mischief. “Every day I learn more and more why the brothers cherish you so.”

Heat instantly rolled across you, and you averted your eyes with a bite of your lip. Barbatos watched the action, transfixed, as you continued to pluck berries, the blood red juices staining your fingertips.

“You’re a very old demon, aren’t you?” you asked.

The question took him by surprise, and he hesitated for a fraction of a moment as if he feared his response would sacrifice something.  But he mentally shook it off quickly and answered, “Yes.”

You smiled to yourself as you pulled down a branch, your fingers picking.  “So how do you not know English idioms?”

Barbatos gave a small laugh.  “Aside from the fact that you humans have countless languages, each with their own unique phrases, the crux of the truth is that it has been a very long time since I’ve spent time in human realm.  Your species evolves quickly by demon standards, your languages always changing.  Whatever I knew of your world before has long since been gone.”

“Don’t you go there for tea once in a while?”

Barbatos chuckled. “True, but my visits are brief to acquire what I need.  It hardly grants me enough time to keep up with the nuances and evolution of your realm’s vast variety of cultures.”

“Hm,” you replied thoughtfully.  “How about Devildom culture? What idioms do you have here?”

Barbatos paused in his picking, to think.  “Hmm,” he hummed. “We have one phrase ‘when the sun rises’, which means something that will never happen.”

You chuckled.  “That one’s easy enough to figure out... we have a few like that too. ‘When pigs fly.’”

Barbatos glanced at you. “Your pigs do not fly?”

Your eyes locked with his, a deer in headlights as you mentally questioned if such a thing existed here in the Devildom.

Then a soft mirth unfolded in a gentle, mischievous curl of his lips.  “Just kidding...”

You laughed and threw a berry at him which he dodged smoothly.  “Brat! You almost had me there.”

“I was simply evening the score,” he replied.  He looked down at the basket now brimming with bloodberries. “I believe we have enough.”

You dropped the last few into the basket and wiped your hands on your robe. “It will make a lot of pies.”

Barbatos chuckled.  “Perhaps I will use some for jam. Or even make demonus, although it would take thousands of years to reach something worthy of the young master’s palate.”

“Whatever you do, I’m sure it’ll be amazing. Your cooking never disappoints, Barbatos,” you replied.

“Half of the success is in the quality of the ingredients,” he explained.  “This tree has been here for thousands of years and produces the sweetest bloodberries in all of the Devildom. There are bottles of demonus deep in the demon lord’s cellars that date back to the first demon king’s reign, and their flavor still holds to this day.”

You gave a low whistle.  “Those must be expensive.”

“Indeed. So I’ll be very grateful if you keep that fun fact to yourself,” Barbatos replied with amusement.  “Mammon’s thieving skills improve every day. I’d like to at least keep one treasure hidden from his knowledge.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” you grinned.

A soft pause drifted between you as you stared at each other, the basket held between you in the demon’s hands.

“Thank you for your assistance this evening,” Barbatos said quietly.  “I wish there were some way I could adequately repay you.”

“Repayment isn’t necessary,” you replied.  “I helped because I wanted to. It’s what friends do.”

The word ‘friends’ sounded strange on your tongue, as if it didn’t quite fit the shape of the peace that shrouded both of you in the privacy of the late hour.  It tasted off, your mouth drying up, and suddenly you found it hard to swallow. You cleared your throat slightly.

The corner of Barbatos’s lips turned up slightly, and he stepped closer to you. “Perhaps repay was the wrong term. Appreciation would have been more appropriate.  Is there anything that you’d like?  Anything that is within my power to provide?”

Your pulse quickened, your heart pounding in your chest, and suddenly it felt harder to breath.  He was closer than he normally was, his eyes staring into yours, and for a wild brash moment, your mind, heart, and body all screamed as one:

A kiss.

It was what you wanted to say, what every inch of you craved.  But this was Barbatos.  So, instead you identified a far more reasonable request.

“May I try a berry?” you asked.

Barbatos’s eyes widened in surprise, then his face broke into a smile as he laughed.  “Of course.”

He scanned the contents of the basket, and picked out a large one, plump with juice. He held it out to you, and for the most agonizing moment, you weren’t sure if you should eat it from his hand or take it with your fingers. You finally forced your hand to take the fruit.

You popped it in your mouth and bit into it, and the flavor exploded, honey sweet, with an undercurrent of tang that made you instantly want to suck the juices down. You swallowed it, your taste buds instantly craving more.  It tasted like temptation; it tasted like sin. You wondered if this was the forbidden fruit that tempted Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.

“Wow...” you breathed.

 “As I said, this tree produces the best bloodberries in the Devildom.  They are none like it.”

“.... may I have one more?” you asked, your eyes on the basket.

Barbatos shook the basket slightly and picked another, slightly bigger than the first. It was so juicy, that the liquid filled your tongue and nearly forced its way past your lips to dribble down your chin.  It glistened on your lips, nearly black in the dark of the night.

Barbatos chuckled.  “Messy...” he commented softly.  His thumb came up and wiped the juice from your lip. It stained his thumb, sat upon it like a raindrop.  He stared at it for a moment, contemplating it.  Then he put his thumb in his mouth and sucked the juice off as he watched your reaction carefully.

You stared at him wide-eyed, mouth slightly parted at his brazenness. And here you were trying to keep your manners...

“Did you just...?” your words faltered, but the implication remained.

Barbatos’s small mischievous grin returned, his absinthe green eyes darker as his long-kept secret unfurled in the form of his hand gently cupping your cheek.  He leaned forward and kissed you gently with a slight tilt of his head, and the tension you’d been holding within your ribs released like water.  It flowed through you, filling every nook and cranny of your mind, your heart, your lungs.

His lips were soft and warm, and you leaned into them with adoration and relief.  Your hands found their place against his chest, and you could feel his own demon heart pounding through his clothing, the beat of it rich and firm.  He pulled away slightly, and you stared into his eyes, a silent plea for more written in the upward tilt of your face and in the curve of your body against his.

Barbatos kissed you again, just as gentle as the first.  This time his mouth lingered, lips parting to allow his tongue to softly lick across your bottom lip as his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck.  You gasped softly at the feel of it as a lightheadedness lifted any remaining thoughts and carried them away like leaves on a breeze.  Your tongue tentatively met his, hesitant and slow as you let him taste you, savoring the ghosts of the fruit that lingered on your lips and your tongue.

He pulled away slightly again, your bodies still touching, his hand still on your neck, and looked down at you.  His gaze was tender and yet hungry.  Reserved on the surface, and yet deep within the black pupils there was a wildness, meticulously tamed.

“You make them taste even sweeter,” he said softly, the vibration of his voice resonating from his chest to yours.

You licked your lower lip where you still felt his presence, and Barbatos watched the action intently.  Just as you began to lean towards him for another kiss, the gong of the castle’s clocktower chimed its hourly melody. Two deep gongs followed after, marking the late hour.

The sound was enough to pull Barbatos’s attention from the moment, although the intimacy remained in the form of his hand resting gently on your back as your own fingers fiddled with the frills at his shoulder.  He looked up and through the boughs that swayed on a gentle breeze, his eyes staring distantly across the water.

“It’s late,” he commented.  “We will have to continue this another time.”

Disappointment pulled your expression into a faint pout.  “When?” you asked.

Barbatos’s gaze returned to you, and he smiled down at you gently.  He took your chin in his fingers and placed a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“Soon,” he replied.

His answer felt incomplete, far too vague for your liking.  You broke your eye contact with him as you looked down at the buttons of his uniform.

Barbatos was never one to miss even the smallest hints of expression, and he chuckled lightly.

“How about tomorrow night. Here.” He offered. “I will bring the basket and we can gather more berries before they are past their prime.”

He enjoyed the way your eyes met his again, your face once again alight with happiness.  “I’d like that.  Maybe you can teach me how to make the jam.”

“I’d be happy to,” he replied.  “I’m sure Luke will also be interested in learning some new recipes as well.”

You smiled.  “What time would you like to meet?”

He brushed a stray hair from your face, his fingers following the shape of your your cheek, your jaw, until your chin was once again gently held in his fingers.  He stared at your lips again as he answered.

“At the eleventh hour,” he replied.

“That’s late for you, isn’t it?” you asked. “You’ll be tired, won’t you?”

Barbatos smirked.  “I am far more resilient than you give me credit for, my dear.  I’ve managed my duties on much less.  Besides...”-- he gave your lips a quick peck, a brief surrender to temptation -- “when else will either of us have time alone to be together?”

You smiled.  “True.”

Pleased at your response, Barbatos provided another kiss to your lips, this time lingering to savor. You knew it was goodbye for tonight, and yet your body did not care, every nerve once again awakening at his touch, wanting more.  But you kept your desire in check, in the hopes that your patience would eventually be rewarded at tomorrow night’s clandestine meeting.

Barbatos pulled away from you slowly, his thumb providing a gentle, final stroke to the soft skin of your cheek.

“You should return to the House of Lamentation,” he said quietly.  “Get what little rest you can before tomorrow.”

“I will,” you replied.

His hand trailed down your arm until he held your fingers in his.  With his eyes locked on you, he brought your hand up and kissed the back of it gently.

“Good night, my dear.” he whispered with a smile.

“Good night, Barbatos.”

#obey me #barbatos #obey me barbatos #barbatos obey me #barbatos x reader #barbatos x mc

[rinrinx2]

hii i saw requests are open and was hoping i could request cockwarming/fucking rannie during a boten movie night >.< i love the way you write rannie n' rinnie its always so hot n' good <333

Thank you 💖💖💖 you're so sweet to say that, omg feel so special now💕

Hope you like it💖

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Silence in the movies

Ran x reader

Warnings: Smut, Mature themes, Inappropriate language, Dom/Sub, kinda needy Ran, orgasm

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"Sit still" Ran said as he grabbed your hips, preventing them from moving about.

"I'm trying" you said biting your lip.

When Ran had suggested the idea of you cockwarming him during the Bonten movie night you were thrilled, the thought of having your boyfriends massive cock stuffing you to the brim while all his colleagues sat around unaware of what was happening between the two of you had your panties already soaked.

But now you were slowly losing your mind. It had only been thirty minutes into the two hour movie that was being played in the private movie theater they had bought.

You weren't sure what movie was being played or what seasoning Ran had put on the popcorn earlier, all your attention was on the cock inside you, the way it was twitching inside of your sensitive walls causing your clit to pump with pleasure.

And through all your suffering of needed pleasure Ran sat peacefully as if he wasn't balls deep inside of you.

"Just enjoy the movie" he said as he leaned further back into his seat with his arms behind his head.

You had no clue how he kept such a calm demeanor through it all. And his nonchalant attitude was turning you on even more.

Quickly trying to find some relief you began to slowly move back and forth on his cock. Feeling as your clit slightly grinded against his thick shaft as you bit back moans.

You were so thankful that you were seated right at the back with no one sitting near the two of you otherwise they would of head the wet squelchings over your pussy carefully sliding up and down Ran's cock.

"What do you think you're doing?" Ran said with his hands placed on either side of your waist stopping your actions.

"I didn't say you could hump my cock, princess" Ran whispered into your ear, his soft but commanding tone causing you to clench on his shaft, and a soft groan slipped out of Ran's lips.

A devious smirk grew on your lips at the revelation of Ran's weakness. You had decided that you would not be the only one to suffer from unfulfilled pleasure.

So, you did what Ran had instructed stopping your movements, face turned forward watching the screen play some movie you didn't care about.

The moment you felt Ran relax again is when you started. You began to tighten your pussy around Ran's cock, shoving yourself as deep as you could before clenching hard down on him. Feeling his tip begin to leak out strings of pre-cum into your pussy.

"Princess" Ran moaned out slightly, causing you to snap your head back starring into his eyes.

You looked at Ran with eyes of innocence as if you weren't attempting to milk his cock.

"Ride me princess" Ran said as he tried to move your hips back and forth with his hands.

"No! you said I can't" you said removing his hand from your hips and crossing your arms over your chest.

"Very well" Ran said reclining to the back of the seat he sat in.

And happy smile was placed on your face, a small victory for you. But you small moment to bask in your victory was cut short when a thrust straight into your g-spot causing you to moan out loud.

"You won't ride me princess then I'll just have to fuck you from the bottom" Ran said with a smirk painted on his face.

You didn't have a second to fully comprehend what was happening when you felt another thrust into you occur.

Ran now moved forward holding onto your waist while he fucked you from the bottom. Lips at your ears moaning and hands groping at your nipples causing them to harden under the sheer dress you wore.

"For a stubborn girl your pussy sure does get excited everytime I fuck it" Ran huffed out with a laugh as he could feel your the slick of your pussy leaked down all the way to his balls.

Ran continued fucking into from the bottom. The feeling of his massive cock pushing deep into your cunt over and over was making you lose all senses and your moans grew louder and louder, until a hand came over your mouth

"Come on now princess, you gotta keep quiet. I'd hate to have my little brother see you like a slut all because of my cock" Ran said as he kept you pushed down on his cock, moving it from side to side inside of you.

Your pussy was fluttering at his movements, and you weren't sure that you would last long from all the teasing and now him fucking you so good.

Ran's hand remained on your drooling mouth as he fucked you from the bottom. Your pussy was writhing with pleasure, as Ran dragged his cock in and out of you feeling the thick vein on his underside brush against your sensitive walls.

Ran could feel the cum in his shaft aching to shoot out into your pussy. The way you were clenching down at him with every thrust was pushing him to the end fast and from the white ring at the base of his cock he could tell that you were close too.

Ran couldn't take it anymore and was desperately to have you cumming around his cock. So he grabbed at your breast with his free hand and shoved his cock as deep as he could inside you.

The sensation of Ran so deep inside of you pushed you over the edge and you bit hard down on the hand still over your mouth, while you pussy spasmed around his cock. Your pussy was pushing out against his cock but he continued shoving it in deeper, until you felt hot liquid being shot into your pussy.

Ran was cum was feeling you the brim, as he took deep breathes trying not to groan out at the sensation of your pussy clenching so tightly around his cock.

Ran and you remained like that, with his cock hilted into the deepest part of your pussy, till the both of you had caught your breath.

Ran removed his hand from your mouth and you slightly lifted from him causing his dick to slip out of you with a string of cum connecting your pussy to his cock.

Ran laughed looking down at your pussy pouring out with his cum.

"Could glaze a doughnut with all that white dripping out of you" Ran said slapping your ass with a chuckle escaping his lips.

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"So what did you think about the movie?" Rindou asked looking at you and Ran

You looked over at Ran who had the same look of confusion on his face, you had spent the whole movie sitting on Ran's lap talking to him rather than paying attention.

"It was a deep movie" Ran said quickly replying to Rindou.

"A really deep movie" Ran said looking down at you.

"I guess you could say it's a deep movie" Rindou said looking at Ran with a confused look.

Rindou watched as you and Ran walked off, with Ran's hand on your waist.

"What did Ran say about the movie" Kakucho asked Rindou.

"He said it was deep" Rindou replied still watching as your figures walked of into the distance.

"He does know we were watching Toy story 2"

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[claireelle18]

Let Me - Vince Dunn

Thank you for all the love on my Gem post! Another idea came to me for him…I hope you enjoy this one just as much!

It wasn’t a purposeful keeping the marriage unknown. All records are open to the public. She had her last name changed as well. Neither her nor Vince just announced the marriage. It was only three weeks since eloping. A beautiful day, some stunning scenery out in Toronto. Just the two of them, their photographer, and the officiant. The ring glittering under the arena lights. She was surprised she still showed up to the arena that night after the wicked nasty fight that occurred right before he was supposed to be at the arena for pregame. She had asked him about just continuing to keep their new status a little more private, but he said he was wanting to tell the guys on the team before playoffs started. They all knew her, but no one knew of the change in status for the couple. That was the reason they fought this afternoon.

She groaned, “Vince, did you even think about that this could take away the focus on the playoff games?”

He scoffed. “No, I figured it would let them know another reason why I am so determined to bring home the Stanley Cup.”

If she was being honest, she was more worried about him being spotted with his ring on and fans speculating. Most fans were so sweet to her, but she did get the rude remarks and glares. He had always told her it didn’t matter what they said because he was her’s, but she still struggled dealing with that while he was on the ice. “Think about it Vin! People catch you with the ring and they will want to know so much more about that than how the game goes!”

“It’s been a few weeks already and no one has caught on! I think we will be fine!”

“I’m not sure if I’m ready to let more people know about our marriage! Do you not respect that wish of mine?” Some of the girls had not been very kind in the past to her after Vince once slipped up about their relationship. Vile to her about how she loved him for his money. Vile with comments about how he liked to flirt with other girls and cheat on her.

“What do you mean? Of course I do! No one will catch the fact I wear a ring.” He looks at the clock. “I better go before I am late. Will I see you there?” He asks, looking at her. He can see the tears rimming her eyes, threatening to pour down her face. It doesn’t sit well with him that they just fought before the playoff game, darkening his already anxious mood.

Game time rolls around, and every little chance he has to berate the opposing team’s players, he does. Before long, he keeps landing himself in the penalty box, every chance he gets too. His mind clouded with how she looked before her left for the arena. How she looked a little cracked, how she seemed so small for herself. After this next round in the penalty box, she hears the announcers comment. “I don’t know what is up with Vince Dunn tonight, but for someone who’s loud through the regular season, he sure has it out tonight to be in that penalty box more than on the ice.”

“You’re right there. If I didn’t know better, I may say that coach will be looking to remove him for the playoff roster.” Her heart plummeted into her feet. Removing him from the playoff roster? He played such an intricate part of the core defense that removing him could be an awful outcome. She yanked her phone out, dialing that contact she’s never used before. “Who is this?” The man’s voice questioned across the line. She explained to him that she just needs to see Vince immediately. “I’m sorry but this isn’t a way to see him. You have a better chance at going to the games or one of their open practices.”

“I’m not a fan. I need to see Vince Dunn now. You have to get me down to the locker room before the start of the next period.”

He laughed. “Why would I get you in to see him?” “Because I’m his wife.” She identified herself to him.

Commotion happening across the phone line. “Meet me next to the shop. I’ll see you in three minutes.”

She followed the man down the back halls to get towards the locker room. The sound spilling out of the locker room could be heard down the hallway. His manager talking with the defense coach. Coach motioned some number at her, she could care less how much time, she just needed the time, then let her slip past into the room. A defeated Vince sat in his gear cubby, eyes casted towards the floor. “You’re going to burn a hole into the floor, mister,” she teased as she crouched down in from of him. The whispers could be heard of ‘why is she down here’ and a few ‘who is she’ sprinkled in.

She knelt between his knees, putting her hand on his cheek. “Vin…Vin…Vince…,” she cooed. He broke out of his trance. “Breathe babe. It will be okay. You know fights happen, but do not get your ass kicked off this roster. Do not throw this chance for a second Cup for you out because you’re upset.” He melted into her her hand, taking a few breaths. “I’m sorry we fought. I just felt caught off guard. I get where you came from, wanting to share the news with the team.”

“Time is up Mrs. Dunn,” Coach called out. She went to stand, and Vince pulled her into a quick kiss. The room cheered, noise dying down as they made their way back to the bench.

After the game, she was brought back into the locker room to announce their marriage officially to the team, together.

#imagine #vince dunn #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #nhl hockey #seattle kraken #kraken hockey

[anthrotographer]

Review of 'The Time Machine' by H.G. Wells

The stories of H.G.Wells are rich and captivating worlds where he makes the unfathomable seem plausible. Wells uses concepts from the sciences readily in his writing as a base of reality. His protagonists tend to be inquisitive types that posit questions about the state of the world, often giving and testing their hypotheses along a surreal adventure. In The Time Machine our protagonist is simply and ambiguously labeled the Time Traveler. He has just transformed physics forever by creating a vehicle that can fold and traverse spacetime. Now he aims to demonstrate to his civilized friends his unbelievable achievement. In a way this demonstration is both a primer for them and a reassurance for himself that he is not in a fantasy.

“Can an instantaneous cube exist?”

This is a question the Time Traveler asks his dinner party audience in order to introduce the concept of Time as the 4th dimension. He claims you need “duration” for anything to truly exist. If a cube only exists for an imperceptible instant then did it really exist? It’s a question that provokes a bunch of thoughts. How long is an instant? If an instant is measurable then the cube did exist for a time, no? But without the evidence of creation or decay of the cube how can we be certain that it existed? This question is a seemingly untestable hypothetical. 

“But you are wrong to say that we cannot move about in Time. For instance, if I am recalling an incident very vividly I go back to the instant of its occurrence: I become absent-minded, as you say. I jump back for a moment. Of course we have no means of staying back for any length of Time, any more than a savage or an animal has of staying six feet above the ground. But a civilized man is better off than the savage in this respect. He can go up against gravitation in a balloon, and why should he not hope that ultimately he may be able to stop or accelerate his drift along the Time-Dimension, or even turn about and travel the other way?"

The idea of memories being a way to time travel brings into thought a swell of philosophy. Is time really just a figment of consciousness. A way for humans to make sense of the world, to traverse it, to learn from it. Many scientists seem to think so (1). A mind altering realization that I can’t truly grasp fully. But what if in a way thinking of time as just a construct of the mind might reveal an ultimate interpretation of this extraordinary tale that’s being told. I’m sure it’s read that way by some.  

Also, ‘if ever a creature could figure out time travel it’s humans’, believes the Time Traveler. His distinction between “civilized” man and a “savage” is problematic to say the least, but we’ll revisit that later because it has major bearing on how our protagonist sees the world. 

Distinguishing the 4th dimension of Time as another measure of existence (like the 3 Euclidian measures of height, length and width) is a way for the reader, and the dinner party audience, to conceptualize it as a plane that we can move along. Today scientists still haven’t cracked the code of time travel and some contest Time being the 4th dimension at all. (2)(3)

“The peculiar risk lay in the possibility of my finding some substance in the space which I, or the machine, occupied. So long as I travelled at a high velocity through time, this scarcely mattered: I was, so to speak, attenuated— was slipping like a vapour through the interstices of intervening substances! But to come to a stop involved the jamming of myself, molecule by molecule, into whatever lay in my way: meant bringing my atoms into such intimate contact with those of the obstacle that a profound chemical reaction-possibly a far-reaching explosion-would result, and blow myself and my apparatus out of all possible dimensions into the Unknown. This possibility had occurred to me again and again while I was making the machine”

Here the Time Traveler is describing his first, future time warp. Imagine flying through time and seeing your home, and world as you knew it, vanish. It reads as an incredibly disorienting experience. And this possibility of stopping at the wrong time and fusing with some obstruction in his position seems like a massive red flag. The logic that Wells presents shows how deep he went in imagining what time travel would be like. He intuitively analyzed many of the potential pitfalls that could occur. 

“What might appear when that hazy curtain was altogether withdrawn? What might not have happened to men? What if cruelty had grown into a common passion? What if in this interval the race had lost its manliness and had developed into something inhuman, unsympathetic, and overwhelmingly powerful? I might seem some old-world savage animal, only the more dreadful and disgusting for our common likeness, a foul creature to be incontinently slain.”

And here begins the traveler’s speculative musings on the futurity of man. I enjoy this aspect of the story in particular because of my own fascination with humanity’s future. Here he contemplates what we might turn into. Projecting forward, knowing that our species has a long history of warring against each other, it would be a safe bet that that would continue. It has for some time. But is it intrinsic to what our species is? One read of this quote is that the Traveler thinks cruelty is currently uncommon, and that we might devolve into being cruel creatures. Wells and the Time Traveler are from England. They grew up as citizens of a colonial power, used to a culture of cruel conquest. They are also used to thinking that to maintain their civilization some other peoples need to be on the sacrificial end. This dichotomic mentality deems all other lives expendable on their route to control, and maybe this line of thinking from the Time Traveler is an example of that mentality bleeding over into his predictions. When I read that last sentence of the quote I couldn’t help but think about the British colonist’s warped rationale for incontinently slaying the indigenous peoples of Australia or N. America. A bit of projection maybe?

Now he’ll actually stop at a time, far different than his own. A moment in time where mother nature’s diversity has been restored, while humanity is “upon the wane.”

“You see I had always anticipated that the people of the year Eight Hundred and Two Thousand odd would be incredibly in front of us in knowledge, art, everything. Then one of them suddenly asked me a question that showed him to be on the intellectual level of one of our five-year-old children- asked me, in fact, if I had come from the sun in a thunderstorm! … A flow of disappointment rushed across my mind. For a moment I felt that I had built the Time Machine in vain.”

The anticipation of a progressive revolution speaks to his belief in humanity’s continued evolution (whatever that means). It can be coming from a societally egoistic perspective or a self-ego perspective, being that the Time Traveler can see himself as a revolutionary inventor. Thinking that we will always be progressing doesn’t take into account the pitfalls that come from our expansion.

I think that Wells actually does a nice job in creating this character that doesn’t get lost in himself too much, and tends to stick to ideas about the world. He rolls with the punches of having some of his hypotheses turn out wrong. He is human of course and does have brief episodes of existential dread, but the plot is more important than character to this story. In a way it is more captivating that way. The protagonist can be an amorphous entity for the reader to plop themselves into to experience the imaginary world of time travel. 

Meeting the Eloi people in this moment shatters the glass of that societal ego. Our traveler was so looking forward to ascertaining the future’s wisdom. My interpretation is that The Time Machine is unwittingly prophetic in distinct ways. And that the future’s wisdom is revealed. More to come.

“For the first time I began to realise an odd consequence of the social effort in which we are at present engaged. And yet, come to think, it is a logical consequence enough. Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness. The work of ameliorating the conditions of life-the true civilising process that makes life more and more secure-had gone steadily on to a climax. One triumph of a united humanity over Nature had followed another. Things that are now mere dreams had become projects deliberately put in hand and carried forward. And the harvest was what I saw!” “Social triumphs, too, had been effected. I saw mankind housed in splendid shelters, gloriously clothed, and as yet I had found them engaged in no toil. There were no signs of struggle, neither social nor economical struggle. The shop, the advertisement, traffic, all that commerce which constitutes the body of our world, was gone. It was natural on that golden evening that I should jump at the idea of a social paradise.”

He finds a world where the small population of Eloi are thought to be our last descendants. There is very little modern architecture left, and even less not fully claimed back by vegetation. Wondering why there are so few people left and why no one is doing any work, he speculates that it might be the logical order of a fully realized civilized world. A utopia of sorts where life is so easy that we have adjusted to a life of physical and mental sloth. The idea of the exponentially increasing civilizing process is a prevalent idea in present day thought. First it assumes that civility = collective good, when practically speaking only a subset of our population benefits from this modernity while the other part either toils to maintain it or gets excluded from it. Which brings up another variable when projecting forward, which is; what happens to class and human exploitation. The trend of modernity, industrialization, civilization or whatever you want to call it hasn’t necessarily been in effort to make life easier in those respects. Some technologies and medicines have of course had positive effects, but toil and hardship has stayed steadfast (4). You can even argue that there were many ‘primitive’ societies that lived more sustainably and with less toil than us (5). What I’m ultimately saying is that “ameliorating the conditions of life” can be helped of course by developments in our understanding about the world (such as in medical science and tech), but that one of those developments has to be an egalitarian and democratic society. At least if we want to shoot for utopia. 

Anyway, this timeline of history doesn’t entirely hold up as the Time Traveler searches for more clues.

“Very simple was my explanation, and plausible enough—as most wrong theories are!"

We cannot fully affirm the Time Traveler’s conjecture anymore because he has proven himself fallible. Yet he does make some convincing arguments for certain aspects of the changed world. These must be considered. I like that he’s not an all knowing narrator. He is trying his best to have educated hypotheses about this confusing new age.

“Even in our own time certain tendencies and desires, once necessary to survival, are a constant source of failure. Physical courage and the love of battle, for instance, are no great help—may even be hindrances—to a civilised man.”

Here I agree with him that our proclivity for battle is a negative. I feel linking “physical courage and the love of battle” either doesn’t translate well to today (and I’m not understanding) or they are distinctly separate tendencies. You can be courageous and put your body on the line for the greater good of humanity; hence it wouldn’t be a hinderance. That can be through battle or it can be through other means like protest. And once again the Time Traveler makes a distinction here between civilized man and humanity in general. His use of vocabulary like “savage” and “civilized” throughout the novella depict a man who sees himself as a distinct version of humanity or an entirely different being in general. One that’s superior to other peoples. This thinking is in line with 19th century European views and informs their creation of the defunct classification of race (6).

“The Time Machine was gone! At once, like a lash across the face, came the possibility of losing my own age, of being left helpless in this strange new world.”

After a day getting acquainted with his surroundings he gets this heart stopper. Coming to the conclusion that his invention must have been moved deliberately, he begins his search for the culprit. It couldn’t have been the “indolent” Eloi. He befriends one of them that he names Weena and she joins the traveler on his explorations.

“But, gradually, the truth dawned on me: that Man had not remained one species, but had differentiated into two distinct animals: that my graceful children of the Upper World were not the sole descendants of our generation, but that this bleached, ob-scene, nocturnal Thing, which had flashed before me, was also heir to all the ages.”

His first encounter with the Morlocks, the Eloi’s underground counterparts. 

“At first, proceeding from the problems of our own age, it seemed clear as daylight to me that the gradual widening of the present merely temporary and social difference between the Capitalist and the Labourer, was the key to the whole position.”

I had to stop and think about this one. Could it be possible for a class divide of peoples that stretches on for millennia to actually produce distinct creatures? I think 800,000 years is long enough for a species to evolve some changed features, especially moving down into a subterranean environment. Still, the people that lived there would have to have been forced to live there by the upper worlders. In a Capitalist vs laborer dynamic we know from history that uprisings would likely occur amongst the subjugated class which would make it difficult for the dynamic to stay so divided. Especially if the Eloi ancestors were dependent on the labor that the Morlock ancestors were producing, as the traveler hypothesizes. As long as humans have been organizing together there have been some who selfishly try to extract a bigger piece of the pie at the expense of others; at the expense of equality. I think Wells recognizes an existing class divide and extrapolates out from there to create a semi-logical science fiction future. From a capitalist’s perspective having a labor force trapped underground, unable to complain or taint the image of your exclusive eden, seems ideal. This imagery is extremely reminiscent of another classic short story called The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas by Ursula K. Le Guin (7). Wells’ conceives of many possible variables that might’ve shaped his world, but leaves room for a reader to interpret. I want to take some of his prophetic descriptions and offer up my own reading after the following quote.

“I think I have said how much hotter than our own was the weather of this Golden Age. I cannot account for it. It may be that the sun was hotter, or the earth nearer the sun.”

Well Wells, maybe it was hotter because of human induced climate change. There are plenty of anecdotes in the story that describe humanity as the main arbiter of earth’s future changes. We all tend to acknowledge that as a matter of fact. The agricultural and industrial revolutions proved that we, more than any other species, shape the landscape of the world. But having the hindsight of 21st century knowledge really informs how I see The Time Machine. In the story humanity has decreased in numbers drastically, has devolved in its intellectual capacity, and our infrastructures have collapsed. Humans no longer are “progressing” in the modern sense where progress gets unnecessarily linked with expansion, extraction, and exploitation. Perhaps they are just living sustainably like any other creature. I know a small mention about the climate being hotter doesn’t explicitly point to climate change being the culprit for the Eloi’s reality. Still, could it be that the big existential crisis of our time was never remedied and this led to mass degradation of human society? Some of our smartest minds tend to think this is what’s coming for us (8). Maybe the forces of change ran half of humanity underground and that’s what birthed the Morlocks. Maybe traversing time in The Time Machine was in effort to glimpse into our unassured future.

“However great their intellectual degradation, the Eloi had kept too much of the human form not to claim my sympathy, and to make me perforce a sharer in their degradation and their Fear.”

A great example of the simplistic inclination we have to sympathize with who/what-ever looks most like us. It’s not to say it’s not practical because instinctually we gravitate towards our families who of course resemble us the most. But to overlook the science in favor of habit and familiarity has put humanity at odds with itself and the ecosystem. No matter the race, nationality, or however we choose to divide, the science says that we are all practically the same, with the same basic needs and desires. The same is true of us and the rest of the biosphere full of carbon based life forms. Disassociating ourselves from that collective has given us the illusion of invincibility. The repercussions will be severe.  

“I felt the intensest wretchedness for the horrible death of little Weena. It seemed an overwhelming calamity. Now, in this old familiar room, it is more like the sorrow of a dream than an actual loss.”

Finally after many dramatic happenings (that I can keep listing but I genuinely recommend you read) the Time Traveler has found his machine and is able to return to a more familiar time. Recounting his experience is almost like thinking on a dream. His friends will hardly believe the tale and maybe some part of himself doesn’t either. Remember, if time is truly a construction of a conscious mind then maybe the time machine was merely a device that allowed the traveler to explore their own minds imagination of a prospective future. An experience akin to a deep psychedelic trip or lucid dreaming. In that case he might have thought that progress was inevitable but subconsciously knew that civilization “must inevitably fall back upon and destroy its makers in the end.” Surely some will think he’s just mad. I choose to believe the traveler’s account and take the revelation as what’s possibly to come on our current path.

“No. I cannot expect you to believe it. Take it as a lie—or a prophecy. Say I dreamed it in the workshop. Consider I have been speculating upon the destinies of our race until I have hatched this fiction. Treat my assertion of its truth as a mere stroke of art to enhance its interest. And taking it as a story, what do you think of it?"

https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/is-time-an-illusion/ 

https://medium.com/@imshub13/why-time-is-not-the-fourth-dimension-c520161ea6d9 

https://phys.org/news/2012-04-physicists-abolish-fourth-dimension-space.html 

https://books.google.com/books?id=eHT43wfyw-sC&lpg=PA1&ots=edPFq4SIKR&dq=ancient%20hours%20working%20lives&lr&pg=PA13#v=onepage&q=ancient%20hours%20working%20lives&f=false 

https://groups.csail.mit.edu/mac/users/rauch/worktime/hours_workweek.html

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4326670/

https://www.ceremade.dauphine.fr/~ekeland/lectures/Mathematical%20Models%20in%20Social%20Sciences/ursula-k-le-guin-the-ones-who-walk-away-from-omelas.pdf

https://www.nationalgeographic.com/environment/article/climate-change-predictions-2070

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[spitdrunken]

WOAAHHH!! happy 800 spitdrunken!! :D could you write prompt 62 with rollo? :3 you're my fav dark content writer <33 (I'm really excited to read your rollo longfic btw!)

- Shiver anon

shiver sorry that you had to wait so long for this LMAO progress on my rollo fic is slow, but steady! i'm still actively working on it, it's just long (compared to my usual) and i'm a perfectionist HAHA

PROMPT 63 - SEX POLLEN notes: very dubious consent, weird but mild plantfuckery (tentacle-like vines and well. a REASON it uses sex pollen), outdoor sex

The City of Flowers is famous for hosting many flowers that would wither anywhere else in Twisted Wonderland.

Your boyfriend Rollo is fond of the plants that have given his city her name, and his desire to show them to you evolved into frequent walks around the border of the city.

This morning, it was an outing like any other, but then... You can't quite remember. You can't remember much of anything, like where you are, when exactly the two of you had become naked, and what these things, slimy but warm, slithering over your legs are. All you know is that your head is heavy, your body is warm, and Rollo is so, so pretty. All of your questions fade in front of your desire.

Maybe it's almost mean how horny you get over how disheveled Rollo looks, but he's always so well put together, prim and proper, that this feels like the treat of a lifetime. Even though you've had sex with him, he's never lost his composure quite like this. Your mouth stretches into a lopsided grin as you look at him.

His pale cheeks are lit with a flush so bright it seems like he has a fever, and a steady stream of pants leave through his parted lips. His glossy eyes are clouded over, pupils so large that they seem like black pools. Somehow, before ending up here, his hair has gotten messier than you've ever seen it.

Rollo audibly swallows as his cock twitches against your thigh. His whole body trembles. "I do not-" He breathes out the word. "I do not know what is happening, I-" His hips twitch forward, and he leaves a smear of precum on the flesh of your thigh. "Forgive me for being as filthy as this..."

He takes the smallest, trembling step backwards, and you put a hand on his shoulder. Your entire body is throbbing with need, a feverish heat coursing through your veins. Whatever it is what you were hit though, Rollo got the worse of it.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay-" You babble out a string of nonsense. Then, you gather enough of your thoughts to get out a single coherent sentence. "I only won't forgive you if you don't touch me right now." You laugh, and it sounds strange to your ears.

You lean forward, though it's more like stumbling, and wrap both of your arms around him. You try to kiss him. But your movements are so sluggish and difficult, your head so heavy on your shoulders, that you somehow end up lapping at his lips instead of locking them together.

Rollo lets out an almost high-pitched, needy sound, and lets his full weight rest against you as he swirls his tongue around yours. Your saliva mixes together and drips down both of your chins. After your approval, he's started rutting against you.

You need to have him inside you.

You reach down to grab his cock, and try to guide him towards your dripping hole. As soon as your palm rubs against the head of his cock, Rollo lets out of a choked sob. His cum coats the inside of your hand, and slides down to your wrist. His cock doesn't soften in the slightest, and though he grits his teeth at the newfound sensitivity, his hips keep moving forward.

The air turns absolutely saccharine, and your muscles relax even further. Vines(?) slither up your thighs. Only the thought that this should feel weird to you occurs in your mind, but you're not actually worried. They wrap around Rollo's cock. You feel him twitch and writhe against you as his cock slips inside of you, though you might be the one shaking as well.

Because as soon as he enters you, it feels as if all the nerves in your bodies are set alight at once. You gasp for breath, your eyes going wide. Pleasure washes over you, your legs turning boneless. Rollo and you collapse into a heap of intertwined limbs, but never hit the ground underneath you, instead hovering ever so slightly above it, rocking back and forth with every movement.

You want to speak, to say something, anything, yet find your tongue too heave to move. Rollo doesn't as much as thrust into you, than the grinds with quick jittery motions. He never pulls himself out completely. It's only little bits, as if your insides are such a warm, welcoming embrace that he couldn't bear to leave it. It doesn't matter to you either way. Every single movements makes your brain melt further inside of your skull.

There is nothing for Rollo to lean on except for your body. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, drooling against your skin. Rollo's speaking, you can tell from the way his throat vibrates against you, but you can't focus long enough to make out anything more than warm and good and love.

(There is a voice in the back of your head, one that does not quite carry your tone, that tells you it would be so easy to stay here and do nothing else and feel good, forever and ever and ever, and offer all of your energy, right here and now.)

But he bottoms out inside of you again, and even that slips from your mind.

#rollo flamm #rollo flamme x reader #rollo flamm x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #cha.rollo

[dudefrommywesterns]

Title: A World of Color

Ship: Mike x Pete Nelson

Words: 2.6k

Description: A "seeing color when they meet their soulmate" au for Mike and Pete. I use "AU" very loosely. This is pretty compliant to my canon, it's just got the color trope mixed in.

Pete figured he'd see in color by now. There had been so many girls. So many pretty girls, some he thought he loved. He never got a speck of color. He thought finding his soulmate would come easy. He thought maybe his soulmate might be one of the pretty girls in the army, a WAC, perhaps. Or one of the girls he saw in Korea. But no luck. 

Everything continued on in shades of gray at the circus with his friend Jerry. Jerry still didn't see color either. But he was Jerry, and he had no luck with girls. Pete never thought he'd make it to his late 30s having not seen the green of the grass or the blues in the sky, as they'd been described in picture books when he was a kid. 

Jill Brent offered him a job at the circus when he showed up with Jerry, even if he had never applied.                                                                                               

The first thing he did was pick up trash by the elephants. His new coworker, Mike, had shown him and Jerry the way there. 

They eventually asked him why he came to the circus, and what he had done before this. 

“I was in the army,” he said. “I was a corporal. Honorably discharged.”

“Army man. That’s nice,” Mike replied. 

They were pretty. They had beautiful waves of an indeterminable shade pulled back by a hairclip. He wondered what such a pretty girl was doing cleaning up trash at a circus. He asked them just that question.

“What about you, huh? What’s a pretty girl doing picking up trash in a circus?”

They scoffed at him. He’d never expected that reaction. Not many girls scoffed when complimented. 

“Well, you’re wrong on two counts.”

He looked around. This was surely a circus. They were surely picking up trash. So… 

“You’re picking up trash and this is a circus. So, are you debatin’ the pretty or the girl?”

“Both,” Mike said. 

He looked at them with a bit of confusion. He was fairly sure he knew what girls looked like. Especially pretty girls. 

He smiled. “Well” — It occurred to him he didn’t know their name — “what did you say your name was?” 

“Oh, sorry, it’s Mike.” 

Surely not the most womanly name. 

“Well, Mike, you can debate me on the girl but you can’t debate me on the pretty.” 

He grinned at them, and then walked away. He wondered what might be going through their mind…

Something strange started happening to Pete after that. He could swear there were colors here and there. Was that the gray of an elephant? The red of the big top? The off yellow of custard? 

He shook his head every time. 

The time it became absolutely undeniable was when he saw the permed, blonde locks of Saadia before her permanence in the big top. 

Now, that was a woman. Whew. Whatever she was doing, he wanted to be a part of. She’d be one hell of a soulmate. 

She approached him after her show: he had taken her cape for her. 

“Now, you, you’re sensational,” he told her. 

“You’re new around here?” She asked him in that alluring Hungarian accent of hers. 

“Yeah.” 

“What do you do?” 

He grinned in a flirtatious way. “Pitch hay, feed the elephants, hold capes.” 

“Come,  we’ll talk.” 

“I know just the subject.” 

More colors came into view after he agreed to be Saadia’s assistant. But there was something lacking romance about the whole affair. Still, if more colors came, this had to be his soulmate. 

They saw Mike sparingly after that. They always acted rather strange around him. He smiled in their direction, and they slipped in soap. He said “hello” and they replied “oh, uh, h- hello, Pete” in a shaky way. He supposed he just had that effect on people. 

Then there was the Jill Brent of it all. He quite enjoyed teasing her. A smile here. A brush of skin there. Maybe a flirty tone of voice. He saw many colors around her too. Could a man have two soulmates? Boy, there sure was something about this circus. 

He met Mike again after Jill slapped him, over his asking about the profits made by the circus. 

“You look out of sorts,” Mike said. “Is Saadia getting to you?” 

“No, Jill.” 

“Jill’s mad at you?”

“Oh, I said somethin’ stupid. I asked her how much the circus makes. She took it the wrong way.” 

“You’re creating quite the mess for yourself, Pete Nelson.” 

He smiled. “There’s yet to be a mess I can’t get myself out of.”

Mike smiled back. It was a nice smile. 

“You have a real nice smile,” he said. 

A pink tint came to their cheeks. A pink tint that Pete saw.“I’m sure you tell everybody that.” 

“Only when it’s true.” 

“Well, uh, thank you.” 

“Sure thing.” 

He gave them his big, award-winning smile, then left. 

On his way, he passed Jimmy the Crow, who he called over. 

“Boy, what a night,” he said. “I get belted by Jill, and Mike acts funny when I come around. They’ve both gotta be crazy about me.” 

Jimmy cawed.

“You ain’t kidding?” 

Cawing. 

“You married? You got a girl bird?” 

Jimmy cawed in reply. 

“Buddy, have I got troubles, you see-” 

He called again at Pete, but this time in plain English. “You’re in love! You’re in love! Caw, caw.” 

“I’m what? I’m in love?” Pete wondered to himself. “How could I be in love?” 

He continued to wonder as he walked past the animals. He could see the orange of the tigers, the red of the monkey cart. 

The animals spoke to him in their language, agreeing that they saw Pete was in love. 

“They’re not my type,” he said. Surely, he wasn’t any more serious about Mike than he was about Jill… He didn’t mean any harm, but surely Mike wasn’t his soulmate. 

He turned around. The elephants, the alpacas, everyone had a partner. He often wondered why he hadn’t met his soulmate, and why he never saw color. Until now. Maybe he had miscalculated about Saadia being his soulmate…it would explain the lack of romance he felt there. 

“Everybody else seems to be paired off? Why not me? It’s a big, wonderful world, and when you’re in love, you’re a master of all your survey. A hero, Apollo, and the Wizard of Oz…” 

The next day, he presented Jill with his midway gambling idea. This only pissed her off all the more. He was sure he was only trying to help. Plus, he was dealing with the high temper of Saadia, and his feelings about Mike. He was in a whirlpool of woman-derived confusion. 

Either way, he made absolutely sure there would be no cheating in the midway card games. 

“Jerry?” Pete asked his friend late one night. 

“Yeah, Pete?” Jerry replied. 

“You ever see any color? Any at all?” 

“No, none. Never. You’re seeing colors?” 

Pete didn’t answer. 

“Pete, I asked, are you seeing colors?” 

“Everywhere. Never lasting. They always go away. Colors flash at me.” 

“Who is it?” Jerry wanted to know. “Who’s your soulmate? You gotta tell them!” 

Pete frowned. He was feeling scared all of a sudden. He was only good at one thing, and now he was struggling with that. 

“What if I’m not Mike’s soulmate?” 

“That’s crazy, Pete,” Jerry said. “Of course you’re their soulmate! You’re seeing colors!”  

“Yeah, but what if they aren’t seein’ any colors?” 

Jerry shook his head. “Just tell them. They’re your soulmate, Pete, I know they are.”

Pete could see so much at Jill’s birthday party. He is wearing yellow. Jerry had hazel eyes.  Jill had red lipstick. Saadia was in an orange number that made her look like the fire in her eyes. 

And, Mike, oh. They were wearing a dress. And their hair fell in ashy brown waves on their shoulders. Their eyes were blue, a dark gray-blue. He had never seen a more beautiful person in all his life.  

The cerulean skirt of their turtleneck dress swayed as they approached Jill. 

“Happy Birthday, Miss Brent,” they said politely. 

“Mike, you know you can call me Jill,” she replied with a smile. 

“Somebody’s gotta call you Miss Brent around here,” Mike said with a glance at Pete, who had a habit of calling Jill “Boss Lady.” 

Pete smiled at Mike, making them turn away quickly. 

Saadia, who Pete arrived with, passive aggressively insulted Jill, leading to tension between the two. Jerry and Pete started a performance as a distraction. 

They passed around a white clown hat, which started on a DIY figure of a clown made of food from the buffet that he and Jerry called “Punchinello.” 

Jerry placed it on Jill’s head first. Then he ran it to the circus’s fat lady. Then to the foot of the contortionist. Then to their strong man “Tarzan.” He then dropped it on Pete’s head. Pete passed it back to Jerry, who walked up to Jill and asked “D’ya suppose I have the chance to be a clown?” 

Jerry would get the chance. After Pete and Jerry finished their song, Puffo came in. He was drunk, and angry with Pete and Jerry. Pete’s eyes narrowed. He could see the red in Puffo’s face from his drunkenness.  

“Hey, you guys really took over, didn’t you?” Puffo said. “This sharpie and his unfunny friend.”  

Pete was not a sharpie. He’d never cheated anyone. He scowled at Puffo. 

“You’re gonna look awful strange with no head,” Pete said. He meant it as a threat. 

“I don’t know about you, but I like it the way it used to be around here,” Puffo said as he walked over to Jill. “You’re gonna get rid of these guys, see? And you’re gonna do it right now.” 

“You’re drunk, Puffo,” Jill said. “You’re always drunk, and I don’t think I like it.”  

“Either you get rid of them, or I’m going.” 

Jerry approached Puffo and tapped him on the shoulder. “Mr. Puffo, I do-” 

“Oh, get away from me.” 

Puffo shoved Jerry away by the face. 

Pete saw nothing but red. No fucking body touches Jerry like that. He grabbed Puffo by the blazer and punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground. 

The next thing Pete knew, he was being restrained by other people at the party. They were probably right to do so. He might’ve punched Puffo again. No, he would have punched Puffo again. 

Once Puffo got up, Jill told him to draw his money and leave. 

Pete only had one idea after that. Jerry was going to be the replacement. 

He spoke to Jill, then announced to everyone, “Okay, people! Meet the new king of the clowns, Jerrico!” 

Jerry got the happiest look on his face. Pete had never seen him so happy in all his life. There was an impossibly bright look in his hazel eyes. 

Saadia was beyond enraged at Puffo’s success. Pete knew he was done with her then. Jerry came first. His friendship came before any girl. He let her have her tantrum about Jerrico’s advertisement. 

Then he told her, “Drive carefully” with a fake grin. 

He was glad to be rid of that woman and her bullshit. 

He smoked his cigarette and leaned against one of the booths on the midway, basking in the sun. He could see the blue sky today. 

His heart skipped a beat when Mike approached.

“How can I help you, honey?” he asked them. 

They bit one of their pink-ish lips, then said quickly, “We're going on a date!”

Pete had never been asked out this way. His face was glowing. 

“Yes, sir!” he replied obediently. 

“You're taking me to dinner. Tomorrow, six o’clock. Call us a cab.”

“Am I paying?” he gently teased. 

“You are.” 

He’d take them someplace nice. Somewhere fitting for his soulmate. 

“See you then.” 

“See you,” Mike said. 

Pete waited until they walked away to grin as wide as he really wanted to. He was walking on air. No one had made him quite this happy before. If it didn’t stop, he’d burst with it. 

He had to call a cab. He had to make reservations. He had to pick something to wear. Something in a good color! What was Mike’s favorite color? He’d have to ask around…

He asked Jill with no luck. He asked everyone. No one knew. He supposed his blue suit would do. 

He saw the yellow of the cab when it pulled up. The purple of Mike’s swing dress. The red on their lips. It faded in and out. He wondered when the color would stick. 

“You look beautiful, honey,” he said. 

They blushed. “Uh, thank you, Pete. You look, uh, very- very nice. Heh.” 

They did everything in their shy, awkward way and Pete’s heart melted every time. 

“Where are we going?” Mike asked him. 

“A little Italian place I found in the phone book.” 

“You’ll get me some tiramisu?” Mike asked in a lighthearted tone. 

“Could be romantic if we split it.” 

Mike laughed. “Sorry, you won’t get the chance. I’ll swallow the thing whole.” 

“One bite?”

Mike got a mischievous look. “No! My tiramisu! For me! All mine.” 

“Alright.” 

They arrived at the restaurant and ordered. Pete got a white wine of some kind and Mike got an Italian soda, which they were drinking like it was going out of style. 

Pete laughed. “Honey, it’s not going to walk away from you.” 

Mike thrust their glass toward him. “Try some.” 

He took a sip. “It’s nice.” 

“I love it so much,” Mike said, starting to drain the glass again. 

Pete learned that Mike really loved pasta. One minute their pasta primavera was there, the next it was gone. He was still midway into his ziti al forno.

“You can sure eat,” he said. 

Mike looked down. “Oh, I, I’m sorry…I guess I’m acting like a pig.” 

Why had they said that? 

“Hey, who said anything like that?” he asked them. “I’m not complaining. What I don’t like is a girl who wastes food.” 

“I think I’ll take the rest of this with me,” he added. 

“Can I get some tiramisu to take back?” 

He smiled. “Sure.” 

Mike lit up like it was Christmas morning. 

Pete paid the bill and boxed up his food. 

He extended his hand for Mike to take. They had warm, soft hands that felt nice in his. 

Once they left the restaurant, he asked, “Do I get a kiss?” 

“All this trouble for one kiss?” Mike joked. 

“You’re right, make it ten or fifteen.” 

Mike took Pete’s face into their hands and pulled him into a kiss. His heart raced faster than it ever did before. When they pulled away, the whole world was in glorious color. 

“Pete,” Mike said, still holding his face. “You have brown eyes. I’ve never seen brown eyes before, but I think yours might be the prettiest ones.” 

“You see the colors too?” he asked them. 

“Yeah, Pete, every one. You’re brown haired too. I always hoped you were.” 

“Why’s that?” 

“You’d look silly with blond hair.” 

He chuckled. “You’re my soulmate, huh? Took you some time.” 

“I could say the same to you,” Mike said. “But you’re here. And, you are, no doubt, the prettiest man fate could have given me.” 

“Hey, I lucked out too,” Pete said, to hide his rapidly beating heart. “You’re plenty pretty yourself.” 

He gazed at Mike, his soulmate. He took in all of their colors. Their neutral brown hair, their lips painted red, their pinky pale skin, their dark eyelashes. 

“Come on,” Pete said. “We have a world of colors to see.” 

“I’ll be happy to see them all with you, Pete.” 

#i wrote this after going to olive garden. sorry about the pasta outing. i love pasta #typewriter dings #self ship #self shipping community #p.n.

[tears0fsatan]

Could you also do an angst/comfort oneshot with "Please don't scare me like that again. I can take alot of things, but not loosing you." And "Just get the fuck over here and let me hold you." For bottom Mammon? I modified the last quote hope you don't mind!

✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... gn!reader [no pronouns used], relationship isn't specified, maybe a lil ooc [esp. towards the end but oh well], would u consider a summoning to be kidnapping, kinda sappy lololol

 :¨·.·¨ ♥︎  a.n... MY DARLINGS, MY SWEETS, MY ANGELS, REJOICE FOR I HAVE RETURNED momentarily!!!!! thank u for bein patient with me i'll do my best to sprinkle in a post here n there heh anw!! ofc i don't mind love! thank u for sending in so many submissions omg i feel so loved ;'D

the sound of your laughter could be heard bouncing off the walls of devildom's plaza, followed by the sound of the avatar of greed's yelling. you wiped away the tears that pricked the corners of your eyes, taking in shaky deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself.

"it's not funny! i don' get why yer laughin so hard, i'm tellin ya, i nearly died!" despite his words, there was a large smile on mammon's face. he looked at you with an empty glare, but all it did was send you into another fit of laughter.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, it's just," you couldn't stop the giggles that bubbled out of you, "it's so funny how you thought it was a good idea to scam a high priestess."

"it wasn't funny! them witches embedded all sorta magic in their weapons after that! it was so bad that i couldn't show my face in the human world for a century! plus it wasn't a scam, it was a one-sided beneficial agreement!" mammon defended himself, though he too couldn't help but let a few chuckles slip at the absurdity of the story.

he crossed his arms in front of his chest while grumbling simultaneously, "ain't my fault the dumb bastard didn't realise." you sighed at his comment, though the ends of your lips curled up in amusement.

"good thing they didn't get you or else we wouldn't be here right now." you joked, pulling him closer to you so you could rub his head. the demon yelped and tried to escape your grasp while muttering 'hands off my noggin' under his breath, though it was obvious he enjoyed the action as he put no strength behind his attempt.

everything was going well, so well that the two of you didn't notice the magic circle that appeared below mammon's feet and the sparks that began to cover his legs. there was no noise to indicate what was happening, and the two of you didn't realise until the demon just... vanished out of thin air.

you blinked in surprise at the quick flash of light followed by mammon's sudden disappearance. your hand that had been wrapped around his shoulder limply fell down to your side. your eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion and your feet were stuck in place.

"ma-mammon?" you hesitantly called out, your eyes roamed the plaza to try and spot him. the thought of it being a joke slowly started to dissipate the longer he was gone, and a heavy weight began nestling itself within your chest.

"mammon?!" your voice holds more urgency this time, your head frantically looks around in hopes you'd spot his discernible white hair in the crowd.

you don't.

you ran around the plaza, turning over every rock you saw but no matter where you looked, he just wasn't there. the sound of your heart beating wildly rang in your ears and your vision gradually blurred to the point you could hardly make out anything through the tears, yet you still couldn't tear your mind away from the missing avatar of greed.

you tried calming yourself, taking in deep breaths in hopes it would, at the very least, help you think rationally. you shakily unlocked your DDD to try and contact him, only to no avail. it doesn't help your growing anxiety in the slightest, but it does give you time to organise your thoughts.

your thumb shakily hovered over lucifer's contact, unsure of whether to inform the oldest demon lord of what's occurred. you try to recall if any of the brothers have mentioned something like this happening, and your mind can't help but wander to the conversation you two were having before mammon poofed out of thin air.

the only reasonable explanation you could think was is a summoning, given as there was no prior warning to his abrupt disappearance. your thoughts begin to divulge into a different sort of worry with your new found knowledge, mind scrambling at the things they could be doing to him while you were stuck frozen in place.

the knowledge that you are essentially powerless in this situation leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. with a heavy mind, you make your way back to the house of lamentation.

the walk back home and the moments leading up to you burying yourself in his bed were a blur, you hadn't realised just how much time had passed by as none of the brothers came to bother you. on top of that, your DDD had been silent too, there was no sign that mammon had even received your messages.

the occasional sniffle from the lump underneath the pile of blankets was the only indication of life in mammon's cold and dark room. you weren't sure how much time had passed since the incident, not that you wanted to know anyways.

a sudden creak from the doorway has jerked you out of your reverie, your head whips toward the direction of the noise and the tears well up before you can control yourself.

the light from the hallway illuminates mammon's silhouette and you can barely make out his disheveled appearance. a sob wrecks out of your throat and you scramble off his bed. some pillows and a portion of his duvet is on the ground but you don't notice, attention solely focused on the figure leaning on the door frame.

your movements were clumsy and your limbs felt heavy after not moving for ages, but you found yourself standing in front of him soon enough.

mammon avoided your gaze, his eyes, which you noted were unusually nervous, darted around the room. he had a complicated look on his face, as if he was feeling a myriad of emotions and couldn't control them.

a shaky breath made its way past your lips as you took in the sight of him. the demon flinched at your reaction, eyes quickly glancing at you before looking around the room.

the silence constricted around your throat, which made it hard to swallow. your mouth felt dry and your thoughts were jumbled, making it difficult for you to find the right thing to say.

it was clear that mammon felt the same, so you chose to blurt out the next thing that came to mind.

"fuck- just, please- just get the fuck over here and let me hold you." you somehow managed to croak out, your throat felt as if it was closing up but you paid it no mind. the demon flinched at the roughness of your voice but slowly trudged toward you. his eyes are cast downwards, focused solely on the ground and his feather light steps.

his steps started out slow and hesitant, before he rushed into your open arms. he buried his face into the crook of your neck and your hands tightly interlocked behind his back.

you could hear him take a deep breath and his hands gripped the back of your clothes tighter than before. the tears dripped down your face before you could make a move to stop it, though by the way mammon's fists clenched around the material of your top, you assumed that he wasn't as bothered by it as you had imagined.

"please, don't- don't scare me like that again. i can take a lot of things, but not losing you." your voice wavered, displaying your desperation to mammon without him having to see your face. the demon's eyes welled up at the sincerity behind your words and he couldn't stop the tears that trickled down his cheeks.

"i know you're a powerful demon lord 'nd what not, sniffle, but i'm still gonna worry about you." you subconsciously tried to pull him impossibly closer, to which the demon didn't bother to try and fight against, he needed this as much as you did.

a muffled "'m sorry." could be heard from where mammon had his face buried in the crook of your neck, with his forehead resting against your shoulder. the material of your top grew increasingly damp, but you weren't in any place to call him out for it.

you squeezed the demon in your arms ever so slightly, "it wasn't your fault." your tone was sharp and curt, despite your shaky voice from earlier, leaving no room for mammon to refute your words.

the two of you stood at the empty doorway for a moment, simply taking the time to bask in one another's much needed presence. with him in your arms, you felt the knots in your mind slowly untangled themselves and left you feeling relieved.

of course, you still had a lot to discuss with the avatar of greed but that could wait until he was ready. although his appearance was considerably shabbier compared to how well kept he usually looked, he wasn't injured. even while holding him, you had taken the initiative to inspect now that you were closer to him.

"why don't we go lay down? i'm sure you're tired, darling." you softly muttered, not wanting to disturb the peace. you could feel his head moving up and down against your shoulder, though he made no move to lift his head.

your hands tenderly cupped his cheeks, pulling his face away from where he had hid himself. your thumbs wiped the tears that continued to run down his cheeks and all you could offer him was a small, bitter smile.

"we can deal with it tomorrow. for now, i really just want to keep you in my arms." mammon let out a watery chuckle, his sorrowful expression from earlier was nowhere to be found.

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